The women who went to Wushan with me in those years

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So, my first taste of romance was back in 2006. I was in my early twenties then, and the first woman I slept with was an online girlfriend. Back then, online couples were

all the rage. She was a year older than me, and I'd seen her picture; she was very pretty. She worked in finance at a company in Nanping and often came to Fuzhou on business trips. I had lustful thoughts while chatting, but I didn't know how to talk to her. I just had a bit of longing. One time, we chatted until

late at night , and on a whim, I boldly asked her if she'd slept with her ex-boyfriend. I was very nervous after asking, afraid it would end like that. But it was like a key; we opened up immediately.

I learned that she wasn't anymore; she'd slept with her second boyfriend. That guy was a master at it; the next day, when her genitals were swollen, he tricked her into giving him oral sex. Looking back now, he really was a pro.

We broke up less than two months later, and that guy had his eye on someone new. I honestly couldn't understand her at the time. Calling her the class beauty was an understatement. She was 164cm tall, had a great figure, a B-cup,

long hair, and a clean, smooth face—the epitome of a man's fantasy. How could such a beauty be thrown away like that? It felt like such a waste. But then again, this guy was practically my

mentor. He taught me my initial techniques for seducing women, so calling him my mentor wasn't an exaggeration. Every time I saw the woman beneath me displaying various seductive behaviors, I often felt an urge to meet him—a kind of spiritual connection, I

suppose

. Once a woman starts talking about sex with you, you've already won half the battle. We talked about it occasionally, usually out of curiosity. After all, no matter how much you read porn or watch adult films, nothing beats the real

feeling and experience of being there. She was often aroused by my questions. Then the opportunity came. Not long after, she came to Fuzhou on a business trip and wanted to see me. Even though I was

a novice , I immediately felt the time to make my move had arrived! I took her for a walk around Fuzhou city. Anyone who's experienced it knows the feeling: a stunningly beautiful woman by your side,

giving —and she's beautiful too! The excitement and anticipation, after all these experiences, I found it even better than actually doing it. That night at the hotel, we did it six

times. Towards the end, there was nothing left to ejaculate, just some clear fluid. In short: amazing. She's been trained by a master; she's a completely different person in and out of bed. She's very ladylike normally, but in bed she's a completely

different person. Okay, I admit, that's what they call "reverse sex" these days! "You can all look down on me!" Who hasn't been a virgin?! We kept in touch on and off for almost four years after that, until I

left Fuzhou. During that time, she got married, and I even went to Nanping to attend the wedding. How should I put it? We had sex in private, and we often communicated at work, just like friends. Apart from having sex

and being open about it in private, we were no different from ordinary good friends or confidants. Maybe it was because of her, but afterwards, most of my relationships with other women were also like friends with benefits.

She once said that the man told her a few things. At the time, I didn't quite agree, but I vaguely felt that there was some truth to it, so I remembered them. One was: "Women are meant to be fucked. The greatest respect for a woman is

to fuck her hard." Another was: "Men are lustful, but if women aren't slutty, where will men find women?" Another was: "Zhang Ailing said that there is only one way to quickly enter a woman's heart—the vagina."

She kept her first relationship with her for several years, and after having children, it gradually ended. They haven't
had any more relations since. Now, they just send each other greetings during holidays.

(I originally intended to write about them one by one, but I realized I should just write about whoever comes to mind first. Writing about them one by one would be like writing an essay. I understand the difficulty those guys face in writing these articles, so I'll pay my respects.)

Over the years, I've experienced a few things, including some beautiful women. "Let me clarify, I never touch prostitutes. I don't despise them, and I don't reject guys who like to play with prostitutes, but I refuse to touch them. Everyone has their own

way of playing." First, prostitutes are unsafe; I'm afraid of getting pregnant. Life is long, why bother? Second, I've always felt that sex is a form of communication and emotional investment.

If are just about money; it's very perfunctory, and the interaction feels fake and artificial. I personally don't like them. In karaoke bars, I usually only touch them, not do anything else.

Actually, I've had a few female classmates, not many, just three. They were practically offering themselves up, but since they live around here, writing about them too much would make it too easy to get caught. Heh, I won't write about them. It's infuriating that

people born in the 90s are so bold. Among the female students in my class, I was sexually assaulted twice. The first time was when they asked me to do it at graduation (I was one of their junior teachers, and they invited me after graduation). Their class monitor had a crush on

me for four years, but unfortunately, my heart was still with my first love. After drinking, I was relentlessly pursued and got drunk. Their class monitor and the math class representative didn't get along (I was the troublemaker; the math class representative's crush on me

was public knowledge). That day, the math class representative offered to walk me back to Fuzhou city, and that's when I was sexually assaulted. Actually, I should say I was semi-sober. Alcohol emboldened me, I guess. When you're drunk, you don't think about the

impact or consequences. Image didn't matter; sex was the only thing to do at that moment. When I woke up the next day, my first thought was to look at the sheets. Thankfully, I wasn't a virgin anymore. I was shocked. After that, she didn't say

anything , only that she wanted to have sex with me to keep the memory. I could only keep quiet and make my fortune. At that point, saying anything would be wrong. We still kept in touch afterward, but we automatically ignored the incident. Everything was normal

, so normal that I even wondered if I was the one who did it that day.

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