[First time sleeping with a woman]

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My First Time Sleeping with a Woman
Author: Unknown
Word Count: 2709 It
was truly a wonderful experience. It made me feel that sex is clean, soft and beautiful like a cake, exuding
the fragrance of youthful petals.
Perhaps, only with a woman can one have such an experience. When I'm with men, I never have an orgasm; it hurts, especially
when they try to penetrate me. My vagina spasms involuntarily, and the pain extends all the way down my spine.
So, I'm still a virgin. Perhaps, in China, there are too many cultural constraints on sex between opposite sexes
, and no sensitive person can completely escape them.
But with a woman, I feel no pressure whatsoever. Sex is sex; it's beautiful in itself, and there's nothing
superfluous to interpret it. Or rather, I can interpret and imagine it freely. Because this kind of sexual
experience is relatively uncommon, not many people write about or express it, and even fewer people
add too many moral constraints or behavioral patterns to it. It was still a blank sheet of paper, and you could write on it freely
, using your freshest and most unique senses of touch, taste, sight, and imagination.
That evening, I took a car to the deserted place where she lived. Above me was a massive concrete viaduct,
appearing rough and ruthless in the dim light, giving me a vague sense of dread. I guess I ultimately hate
cities. Fortunately, after a short walk, I arrived at her place—an old house with high walls and a backyard.
In front of the old house was a large lawn, and further in front was a small river. Coupled with the cool November evening breeze, it truly
felt like a rural dwelling.
She was quite cute, pink and tender, plump and petite, but her voice was particularly mature. When I saw her
, I didn't immediately feel any attraction, nor did I have any fantasies. She, however, would occasionally say flirtatious things, leaving me unsure how
to respond.
After all, it was our first time, and we were both a little awkward and nervous. We had some drinks at a barbecue stall and
then went to her house.
It was a very clean and tidy house, with a faint fragrance. The sheets were deep red, and a large, eye-shaped television
hung in the air. We lay in bed in our pajamas.
I still didn't feel like doing anything. At that moment, I even thought: "Forget it, I'll just be
a heterosexual!" Looking at her beside me, I felt a little awkward, unsure how to approach her, so eager to be intimate
.
I even worried about what would happen if she didn't respond at all. Before
I could react, she turned off the light.
Her lips pressed against my cheek, kissing me. Her tongue playfully teased my ear. I
was very sensitive there, and I started to get excited.
I held her; she was soft, smelled of milk, like a baby. I told myself
to experience this first intimacy like a baby!
So I relaxed and began to gently caress her. Our desire seemed to be synchronized, neither
too fast nor too slow, slowly burning from the depths of our hearts.
Perhaps "desire" isn't quite the right word. Because the feeling wasn't restless or stormy,
but rather as warm and tender as milk. A warm milk-like sensation flowed through my veins, slowly permeating
my body and eventually taking over every cell.
We had agreed she would be the "top," meaning she wanted to take the initiative.
So, she started playing with my breasts. It was her first time too, but she seemed very skilled,
as if she understood my feelings perfectly, much better than those impatient guys.
A tingling, itchy feeling spread deep inside me. I really love my nipples; they're incredibly exciting.
So I lifted her clothes and started caressing her breasts, just like I would my own.
It was a strange experience, like I had suddenly become two, as if I were masturbating.
The uninhibited feeling of masturbation mixed with the stimulation of contact with a stranger, my swelling desire felt like a balloon about
to burst through the small room.
I think the stray cat wandering outside the window must have sensed the atmosphere inside.
Yes, she was like a kitten.
She started licking my nipples again. The itch tingled in my nerves, and I was panting.
Her hands gently tapped and circled my body, and I realized then that my whole body was covered in sensitive
spots.
It wasn't the slightly painful, arousing feeling of sex with a man, but rather the
joyful, unrestrained feeling of being immersed in a hot spring, like a fish swimming freely.
At that moment, I suddenly realized that same-sex sex was far more beautiful and pure than heterosexual sex sex.
Between heterosexuals, there's always an inescapable sense of SM, and that shame of being naked for a man to see
.
But these feelings are completely absent when in physical contact with a woman.
What hasn't been tainted by culture is always the best. Same-sex sex, precisely because it's been neglected by the culture,
has maintained its freest and most natural state. Heterosexual sex, on the other hand,
is exhausted by too many constraints and asymmetrical fantasies. Like this chaotic and desolate city, it can never compare to
the serene beauty of this refreshing place at the foot of the mountain.
Then, she put her hand inside me.
I was completely wet; it was the first time I'd ever been so wet.
She teased me, just as I teased myself.
And I, too, put my hand inside her.
I was completely wet too. She was so wet and arousing.
I played with her as if she were my own body, the itchy and tingling sensation spreading from my fingers throughout my entire body.
There was none of the feeling of being violated that I had with a boy. My body, like spring soil, blossomed with all sorts
of little flowers.
I quietly slipped my fingers into her wet passage, but unexpectedly, she didn't like it.
The hidden pain in her vagina, I didn't know how to help her.
But she didn't seem to care. She continued to seek teasing pleasure on me.
Then, she actually put her head down to my genitals and began to tease me with her tongue.
It felt like clouds were gently tearing apart, flowers shaking off morning dew, the touch of my fingertips on the strings of a violin was just right.
The provocation, the lake water shimmering with a ghostly light…
a very subtle feeling, I have to admit.
She must be a natural gourmet, and, moreover, she respects the food in her mouth.
She inserted her fingers into my passage. My mysterious passage, tugging at my nerves.
Slowly swaying like an anemone.
Tongue and fingers together, contracting and releasing, so soft.
My vagina felt like it was savoring a freshly baked cake.
One, two…
the small house transformed into a spaceship, outside the window the unfathomable vastness of space.
Two, three…
the dandelion was awakened by the morning sun, stretching out each of its feathers, as if about to take flight, about to take flight
.
Three, four…
Pompeii was about to be submerged by an erupting volcano. Lava rolled in the crater, so sensual.
Four, five…
the sun was spinning rapidly, its immense gravity pulling the earth straight towards it, and beginning to melt.
Five, six…
the entire Milky Way galaxy began to rain down meteors, collectively rushing towards that unfathomable black hole.
Six strokes, seven strokes…
Mom said I could go back to her womb.
Seven strokes, eight strokes…
I couldn't tell if I was asleep or awake…
eight strokes, nine strokes…
…
nine strokes, ten strokes…
…
The rest of my memory is blurry. I felt like I was sleeping on a cloud, very comfortable.
Later, somehow, we slowly fell asleep. The sheets were half wet, it must have been the moon's
tides.
When I woke up, she was stroking my breasts. The morning sunlight was so clear.
We laughed and joked as we got dressed. When I saw her in the morning, I found her much more charming and lovely,
quite different from how she looked when I first saw her last night. So I thought, it turns out that the beauty of a woman isn't necessarily based on
the eyes; every part of the body can be an aesthetic organ, depending on one's sensitivity.
For breakfast, I ate cake, a very sensual food, soft and fragrant, just like her body.
I said goodbye to her. On the way back to school, my body was in a relaxed state. Simple sex
is the perfect holiday dessert.
I think I am a lesbian, and I'm proud of that, and I'm not afraid to say
it. Because the astonished, even fearful, gazes of the world seem to awaken the fearless rebellion of my adolescence
, becoming a unique kind of aphrodisiac.
[The End]

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