Original works by a married woman I met on QQ

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The past is like the wind; although a long time has passed, those scenes often resurface in my mind when I sit alone in quiet contemplation. My youthful recklessness now seems mostly sinful and tumultuous, and I often reflect on it, seeking divine forgiveness. One winter in 2009, seeing many men searching for decent women on QQ—clean and free—I was tempted. Still a student, and not from a wealthy family, I had various ideas, but the financial constraints prevented me from pursuing them. The internet is truly a wonderful thing, especially for men, saving them so much money. Finding a decent woman on QQ really depends on luck; if your luck is low, don't blame fate. I found a woman on QQ, and we started chatting slowly. Don't rush things; don't reveal your lustful desires. You must follow a gradual approach, otherwise, haste makes waste.
Through chatting, I learned she was a 35-year-old middle school Chinese teacher in Chongqing, whose husband was away most of the time. People who study Chinese literature often have a touch of romanticism, harboring their own fantasies about love. If real life is unsatisfactory, the likelihood of these feelings erupting in the virtual world is extremely high. On the first day, I gained her trust and favor by using my literary talent, humor, and a fabricated high-level executive identity. She reluctantly said goodbye and logged off, though I was just invisible. Although she thought I was offline, it didn't dampen her enthusiasm at all; she still left me messages, probably expressing a sense of regret for not having met sooner. I realized I was hooked, and I started planning my next move.
The next day, after school, I returned to my dorm and opened QQ. She was there too. As soon as I appeared, she started chatting with me. This time, through subtle probing, I discovered her dissatisfaction, mainly with her family life. Being alone at home taking care of the elderly and children, with no one to confide in, the emptiness and helplessness she felt—who could understand? Her husband was a rough, unromantic man, never saying sweet words, and in bed, he'd just undress and get down to business, and it wouldn't last long. Especially at this age, when she's at her most sexually active, the lack of a man's attention is like a long drought without rain. The psychological pain is 1, the physical pain is 1, but the combined pain is greater than 2. It's precisely women with this kind of background who are easy to seduce. I expressed sympathy and understanding for her situation and promised to chat with her whenever I had time, to be her confidante. During this chat, we video-chatted, just to see each other's faces, of course. Needless to say, no woman is dissatisfied with my appearance; she was overjoyed. She, on the other hand, was only average-looking, with a slightly large mouth. I was a little disappointed, but I didn't show it. I still praised her charm, her femininity, and her elegance. Just take it easy, everyone. Why would a young and beautiful woman need to seek thrills online? How many men would be swarming around her in real life? So don't have too many illusions about women over 35. Actually, I'm more after psychological satisfaction, the sense of accomplishment from seeing a woman devoted to you, especially the possessiveness towards married women and mature women. Other men's wives, children's mothers, students' teachers—their humanity is revealed under my fingertips. What could be more attractive than this game?
I then ignored her for a few days, keeping her on tenterhooks. She was like an ant on a fire, constantly leaving me messages and even emailing me, saying she felt like she was in love, that I was on her mind every day, and she didn't know how to live without me, haha. You have to time this right. I appeared when she started to lose hope, and her excitement and thrill were undisguised. I sincerely apologized, explaining that I was away on a business trip and didn't have time to go online, asking for her forgiveness. And naturally, I got her phone number to keep my promise to spend every day with her; she gave me her cell phone, landline, and mobile number. It was during this time that our video calls entered a more substantial phase. She was gradually aroused by my sweet words, and once she was getting into it, I used more direct and explicit language to tease her. She kept wiping her genitals with a towel, and finally, at my direction, she exposed her breasts. Her breasts were round, with slightly dark nipples; I wasn't particularly interested in her breasts, I wanted to see her vulva. Her pubic hair was thick, and her skin was very white, creating a striking contrast. I made her turn her back, stick her butt out, and spread her legs for a clear view. Her vulva was a bit dark, but her buttocks were very white and quite large—perfect for doggy style. Stimulated by my words, she cried out loudly, clearly very into it. She even asked me to cry along with her, saying it would feel better. I'm not really good at crying, but I groaned a few times to join in. With both of us working together, she reached orgasm, and I ejaculated. After I finished, a sudden emptiness welled up inside me. A woman, under my direction, uttered many lewd words, revealing her body's secrets to me. My goal for this game was achieved. I told her to go wash up quickly and logged off.
My sexual desire is like that—unstoppable when it comes, but leaving a sense of loss afterward. It's a cycle like this, repeating itself endlessly. Afterward, we had video sex and phone sex, but after several times, we both felt something was missing. She asked me to come see her in person. Ha! Do you think I didn't want to? I was broke. If I had money, I would have gone to real-life women to play around with, why would I be doing this virtual thing online? Luckily, three months later, I got a summer job, earned some money, and combined it with my savings to go to Chongqing. I didn't let her pick me up at the station because I was worried about being scammed. It's better to be careful when going to someone else's place alone.
To make myself look like a high-level executive, I even bought some fake designer clothes. Clothes make the man, right? When I arrived in Chongqing and got off the train, I called her and asked her to meet me at a nearby square. Of course, I wouldn't show myself; I'd just hide in a corner and observe whether she came alone or if anyone was waiting for her nearby. She arrived, looked around, and not seeing me, called my cell phone to ask where I was. I said I'd gone to the wrong place and told her to go to XX Street, that I was there. She hung up and went to take a bus to XX Street alone. I observed carefully; no one followed her onto the bus, and she didn't make any calls, so I was sure I was safe. Hehe, I really wanted to work in secret.
A while later, she called again, saying she hadn't seen me. Of course! I was still at the station; I hadn't gone to any street at all, haha. I said I was lost and somehow ended up back at the station; why didn't she come to the station to find me? Actually, I was just trying to save money at the station hotel. Going to the city center was expensive, food was expensive, and if we went shopping, it would be even more expensive—I didn't have enough money. Besides, she was a mature woman; it wasn't worth investing too much. She was quite obedient and came back shortly. She looked to be about 160cm tall, with fair skin and dressed reasonably well. Perhaps because I was eager or because I had mentally prepared myself for her appearance, I felt she was even prettier than in the video; her eyes held a seductive glint. She seemed rather nervous, haha, I guess all innocent girls are like this the first time. This only strengthened my confidence that my surroundings were safe. As soon as we met, I gave her a hug, holding her close and telling her how much I had missed her. Actually, these words would sound more sincere coming from my penis, but penises don't speak, they only act. She hugged me back, only smiling and asking, "Really?" I asked her if she wanted a greeting kiss. She said, "It's too much in front of people." I said, "How about we do it when it's just the two of us?" She said very softly, "Okay."
We went to have lunch first. I told her that I was very busy with work, but I had to take time out to see her because something came up at the company and I had to rush back, so I wouldn't be going to the city center and would be staying near the station. She naturally had no problem with that. During dinner, I casually gave her an LV bag—a fake, of course—but I told her I brought it back from France. Women are all bag lovers; she was overjoyed and kept thanking me. She asked if the bag was expensive, and I said, "Bags can be measured by price, but my love for you is priceless." You have to say nice things to women, otherwise you won't get anything done. I don't remember anything about the meal; our minds were already back at the hotel. After I finished eating, I offered her some tea. Actually, I planned to give her a long kiss as soon as we entered the room; it wouldn't be good if she still had food on her mouth. Then I said, "Why don't you come and see where I'm staying?" She readily agreed.
The hotel near the station was quite ordinary. My room was on the third floor. On the way up, I asked her if she liked the bag. She said she loved it and thanked me very much. I grinned mischievously, "How are you going to thank me? You need to do something special." She laughed and said, "How do you think I should thank you?" I replied, "You'll listen to me?" "Whatever I say, you listen to?" She said, "I'll listen to your commands." My penis was throbbing, almost bursting out.
After entering the room, without turning on the lights, I immediately pulled her close and started kissing her. She made soft moaning sounds, as if resisting me, but I knew it was just feigned modesty. One hand had already slid down to her buttocks and started kneading them. She even dropped her feigned resistance and fully responded to my kisses. I started with passionate, sweeping kisses to create an atmosphere of intense desire, to unleash her boundless sexual yearning. This tactic worked perfectly. Her breathing became increasingly rapid, and she seemed almost unsteady on her feet. I stopped and asked her, "Do you like it?" She said, "Yes, I want more." I grabbed her face and began to explore her tongue, making her gasp for breath. Hehe, she was clearly getting into the mood and aroused. I knew I could make her do anything now. While kissing her, I massaged her genitals and asked, "Do you want to suck my cock?" She said, "Yes." I pressed her against my crotch, pulled out my cock, and shoved it into her mouth. It was mid-September, and the weather was still very hot. My penis had been on the train for seven hours, and then outside for so long after getting off, it must have smelled quite pungent. But she didn't resist at all and just took it in and started moving back and forth.
Her oral skills were average; she only knew how to move back and forth and didn't know how to stimulate my penis. I told her to use her tongue to circle around the coronal sulcus and then lick the glans. I taught her like that for about five minutes, and then she said she was tired of squatting and wanted to go to the bed. I said, "Go take a shower first, and we'll take it slow later." A 35-year-old woman's body is naturally very full. I also made her brush her teeth, since the taste of my penis would still be in her mouth. While she was showering, I kissed her, teased her breasts, rubbed her vagina, massaged her buttocks, and stroked her thighs to keep her aroused. After we finished showering, I picked her up and went straight to the bed.
Once in bed, it was 69. I was on the bottom, spreading her legs to examine her vulva closely, smelling it to see if there was anything unusual. Aside from being dark, there wasn't anything wrong. I knew she rarely received oral sex, and her vulva wasn't pretty, so I didn't really want to; but then I thought, if I didn't give her oral sex, I wouldn't enjoy it either. Helping her is helping myself, so I reluctantly agreed. I licked her inner thighs a few times, then gently touched her vulva, and she started to tremble. Suddenly, I took her clitoris into my mouth, and she tried to move her hips forward to avoid my mouth. I asked her, "Don't you like it?" She said, "I like it, but it's too stimulating, I can't take it."
I said, "How about I use my fingers to help you relax first?" Actually, I didn't want to use my mouth, so I just made up an excuse. I came here to play with women, not to be played by them. In her dazed state, she nodded. I inserted my middle and ring fingers deep into her vulva, feeling for any protrusions on the inner walls. This process had to be done towards the pubic bone; otherwise, it would be a waste of effort. This woman was very wet, which was why I didn't want to give her oral sex. Otherwise, having my mouth full of it would be disgusting. If it were an 18-year-old girl, her vaginal fluid would be sweet; what good-tasting fluid could a 35-year-old woman produce? A moment later, I felt it. I applied a little more pressure to rub that protruding area, and her legs began to tighten, restricting my hand's movement. I pulled my right hand, covered in vaginal fluid, out and spread her legs, pressing her left thigh down with my right calf and grabbing her right leg with my left hand. This fixed her legs in place, preventing her from being trapped and unable to move. Of course, this required the man to be strong. My right hand slid back into her vagina, reaching that area, and pressed hard. Her body began to move in the opposite direction, trying to escape the stimulation. Her legs began to struggle violently, and she grabbed my right hand with both hands, saying intermittently: "I can't take it anymore... Ah... I'm going to pee... Ahhh..." Stop... I really can't take it anymore...
Hehe, I'm going to make you pee. Once you pee, you'll be mine forever. We entered the real contest of strength. The more she struggled, the stronger I pressed and held her. I was going to subdue her, conquer her, and make her feel power, masculine power, a man's might. After about 30 seconds, her toes stopped rubbing, her feet arched, her body trembled
, and she screamed: "Ah ... I said, "If you listen to me, I'll make you feel good; otherwise, you won't. Are you willing?" She said, "I'll do anything for you as long as I feel good." I laughed when I heard that and said, "I like to use vulgar language when I'm fucking, you don't mind, right?" She said, "I love hearing it."
Folks, I rarely use vulgar language when we have sex via video or phone; it's very repressed. Like in the doggy style position, I usually like to say "bitch getting fucked," something I can't say to her normally, but now I'm going to say it to my heart's content. She's a cultured person, and she doesn't usually hear these kinds of words, so saying them to her now feels like teasing and trampling on her. What could be more pleasurable than the thrill of conquest?
I ordered her, "Lick my asshole." Because during video and phone calls, she always refused to lick my asshole, saying it was dirty. Now I'm going to teach her a lesson. She lay down, and I sat down with my buttocks facing her face, right in front of her mouth. At first, she licked gently, just circling around my anus. I pretended to be aroused and tried to pull away, saying I couldn't take it anymore. This aroused her, and she wouldn't let me move, grabbing my buttocks to stop me from moving. I told her not to lick the middle, it was too stimulating and made me dizzy, but she licked even more enthusiastically, her tongue even probing into my anus. So, I used the tactic of playing hard to get, letting her lick for about 10 minutes. I thought that was enough; I didn't want her arousal to wane, so I quickly went in while her vagina was wet.
I got up and made her bend over, which she immediately did. I told her, "This position is called 'bitch getting fucked,' do you like it?" She said, "Yes." I said, "Beg me to fuck you." She swayed her buttocks and said, "Fuck me." I knew she had an IUD, so I didn't use a condom. At first, I rubbed the head of my penis against her vulva, but didn't go in. She kept shaking her buttocks and pressed my waist with her right hand, haha. I said, "Do you want a big cock to fuck your little pussy?" She said, "Yes." I said, "Finish what you said." She said, "I want a big cock to fuck me, ahhhhh!!!"
I didn't wait for her to finish before thrusting all the way in. This was to catch her off guard, to take her by surprise. This woman's pussy was very wet, it went in effortlessly, her ass was big and fleshy, it felt very comfortable against her, like a fleshy cushion protecting my pubic bone. Looking at her dark asshole and white buttocks, I worked even harder. My hands were on her buttocks, my waist moving rapidly and dramatically, sometimes touching her asshole, sometimes touching her thighs, sometimes kneading her breasts. I changed my leg position to one knee, stretched the other foot in front of her and made her put it in her mouth, ordering her to lick between my toes and serve me well with her tongue. While thrusting violently, I asked her: "Are you a big slut? Is my cock strong? Is it better than your husband's? Do your feet taste good?" "Your filthy flesh is just for me to play with, are you willing?" I asked, and she answered each time with a natural "yes." I asked again, "Does my ass smell good? How does it feel to use the place where you eat to serve the place where I poop?"
Then I knelt down and fucked her while placing my right foot on her back, it really felt like I was riding a dagger. A while later we played the horse-riding position, which is like this: first she sticks her ass out, I stand with my legs on the outside of her legs, then I lunge down and insert into her vagina, then my feet leave the support, my legs clamp her ass, my hands hold her waist, and then I thrust in and out. This position is a lot of fun, but she can't support my weight, she couldn't hold on for long and put me down, haha.
I needed to recover my strength, so I lay down and let her get on top of me, and also played with her breasts. I don't have a particular fondness for breasts, I just like asses. So I had her turn her back to me, her ass facing me, and she moved my penis up and down. Seeing that my penis pubic hair was all wet, I was also very happy. I used my fingers to probe her anus, listening to her moans, and occasionally made her lick my toes. Then we changed positions a few more times, all of them positions that made women feel humiliated, while I used dirty words to accompany my actions. Am I really a pervert?
She kept asking me, "Why haven't you ejaculated yet? When are you going to ejaculate? I'm too tired to play anymore, I want to sleep, it was so good!" Seeing that she was indeed exhausted and almost collapsed, I decided to end it. I said, "Now I want to ejaculate inside your pussy, is that okay?" She said, "Yes, it's safe, I have an IUD." I then boasted, "Even without an IUD, I'd still ejaculate inside, you'll give me a big, fat son. You said you're a slutty cunt, so I ejaculated, otherwise it would be too early." She started saying, "I'm a slutty cunt, I'm a stinky cunt..."
I ordered her to get into the doggy style and began my final thrusts. The final thrusts were intense, the sounds of my lower abdomen and buttocks hitting each other were crisp and clear, and of course, I still said inappropriately, "
It's a bit late today, I'll continue writing tomorrow. "
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