The casual sex experiences of divorced women

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The sudden outbreak of COVID-19 left me with no choice but to stay home. Bored, I started a solo vacation. I slept in until I naturally woke up, then cooked, ate, and spent time on my phone watching dramas and scrolling through Douyin (TikTok). When I felt sleepy, I went to sleep. After waking up, I continued using my phone. For the first few days, this lifestyle was quite pleasant. I felt that since I had this much-needed rest, I should relax and recharge. But after a while, I started to feel depressed. Speaking of which, let me briefly mention my situation: I'm a divorced woman living alone. While I enjoy the freedom and ease of being alone, this situation inevitably feels lonely and isolating. Mainly, the city of Korla has very strict epidemic prevention measures. I'm confined to my home and can't go out. Without freedom, my mood has become depressed.

I think what makes us human is that we are social animals, always needing communication and interaction. I don't mind chatting with interesting men on social media. Although social media is a mixed bag these days, with many scammers and jerks, there are also people I can connect with. Actually, I don't have that many requirements. I just wanted to find someone I could chat with and pass the time. Driven by this thought, I added a few online friends and started chatting. After a short while, only one friend continued chatting with me. The others backed off, realizing I was purely looking for someone to chat with. I wasn't trying to hook up or flirt; maybe they were looking for some excitement online too. But I remained calm, sticking to my initial intention: simply wanting to chat with someone.

Let's call my chat partner A. He's about my age and lives in the same city. Sometimes I feel like my chatting is strange; if we're too far apart, I don't want to chat because it feels pointless; if we're too close, I always feel like they have feelings for me but I don't want to talk to them. But A, from the moment we started chatting, never hinted at wanting to meet or ask me out. We just chatted about everything under the sun. We talked about many interesting topics, and when I talked about things that made me sad, he would comfort me. His views and analyses of things were always very unique. Gradually, I developed a lot of trust and affection for this man who chatted with me.

With this trust and affection, my topics flowed like a flood. From marriage to life, from work to travel. Favorite movies, favorite shows. No matter the topic, we always found common ground. I even proactively told some more mature jokes to tease him. He just smiled faintly and said, "I've discovered you're quite lewd, huh?" I pressed on, "So, do you prefer me being lewd, or do you prefer me being serious?"

He replied, "I like both." I laughed, "Don't men all like women who are elegant in public, skilled in the kitchen, and charming in the bedroom?"

He countered, "Then do you like men who are elegant in public, skilled in the kitchen, and charming in bed?"

Seeing the words "in bed" and "men," I suddenly blushed. Images of me and a man in bed flashed through my mind, but it felt like a long, long time ago, almost unreal.

He seemed to sense my embarrassment and continued to press, "Are you shy? Or lost in memories? Why aren't

you saying anything?" I quickly typed back, "No, it's not like that. I was just thinking about how to answer you."

His words were direct: "Haven't you done it in a long time either?" I had a sudden inspiration: "Look! You're one to talk, haven't you? Haven't you done it in a long time either!"

He laughed and asked if I had eaten since it was so late. I knew he was changing the subject, so I didn't press further. Actually, I was conflicted about this topic. We hadn't talked about anything specific, nor had we said anything explicit, but it felt like a pebble had been thrown into my calm heart, causing some ripples.

Our conversation continued, covering everything under the sun. But the topics seemed to be drawn together by an invisible magnet. We would inevitably drift into the topic of relationships. I don't know if I initiated it or if he hinted at it, but what struck me most was that no matter what we talked about, even sex, his words were always restrained and polite. He doesn't let himself say anything vulgar or obscene just because we're talking about sex. That's what I like most about him.

I admit I still suppress my sexual desires, after all, I'm a woman in my thirties, in the prime of my life. I could feel my desires being released little by little during our conversations. And I actually enjoyed this feeling of desire being released. Sometimes I felt my body was undergoing some wonderful changes, as if I was experiencing youth again. Then our conversations really entered a completely open mode, with all sorts of topics about sex brought up by me or him, and I no longer resisted these topics. On the contrary, I really wanted to talk about them with him. I felt that he always knew more than I did, especially when we talked about the importance of foreplay. I realized that he was completely different from my ex-husband. In my current view, my ex-husband was the kind of man who had absolutely no sense of romance. When he wanted to, he would push me onto the bed and start doing it right away. He didn't care if I wanted to or not, or whether I was aroused or not. Even when I was still a little dry, he couldn't wait to penetrate me. It hurt a lot, and I felt disgusted by these things. However, I've also seen interesting foreplay scenes in some adult films that can really get women involved.

I'm really looking forward to experiencing that kind of teasing and warmth. Sex when your body is fully prepared is definitely something to look forward to and enjoy. During our chat, he described what foreplay a man should do. It was exactly what I expected. I didn't dare tell him that I was already incredibly wet while we were chatting. Even during my period, when I was most aroused, I wouldn't get this wet even with my hand. Good heavens, foreplay is so important! A bold

idea suddenly popped into my head. If I had the chance to have sex with him, wouldn't I be overflowing with moisture before we even started? Finally, one day before bed, I told him that I change my underwear every night before we chat. He asked, "Why?" I said, "Are you stupid? Because my underwear is soaked." He sent a "hehe" emoji and said, "Actually, I know you always say it's because your underwear is wet, but I wanted to hear you say it." That hit me hard again because I was clearly hinting at my physical reaction, telling him I wanted to have sex. This was something I would never have said before. Then we said goodnight to each other, which was basically the end of our daily chat.

During the chat, we both talked a lot about our habits during sex. My way of orgasming is a bit special; it requires penetration, and then I massage my clitoris with my hand. That's how I orgasm, and the penetration can't be too fast, otherwise it will disrupt my rhythm. My ex-husband didn't like this. He felt that when we were having sex, my hand massaging my clitoris would interfere with him. He held me tightly, treating me like an inflatable doll, only concerned with his own feelings, thrusting wildly. He ejaculated quickly, then rolled over to the edge of the bed to smoke, leaving me beside him. He told me to be more confident. My way of orgasming isn't special, but rather an extreme enjoyment. He analyzed it from a physiological perspective, telling me that my orgasm requires simultaneous stimulation of the G-spot and clitoris. The resulting orgasm is something other women can't experience. I was skeptical because before talking to him, I didn't know what a G-spot was. I only knew that I wanted the penis to push upwards as much as possible after penetration, not too deep, but the harder it pushed against the top of my vagina, the more comfortable I felt. Then, I pressed my clitoris with my hand and rubbed it vigorously. The orgasm became incredibly intense; afterward, I felt like I was lying on a cloud.

Suddenly, I wanted to tease him: "If you were to have sex with me, what would you do?"

He didn't panic, calmly typing: "After foreplay and penetration, use your hands to prop yourself up, then try to push your penis against the upper part of your vagina. Let the glans rub tightly against your G-spot. Adjust the rhythm of your movements, giving your hand a chance to properly rub your clitoris. Until you orgasm."

I asked him, "And what do you do to feel good yourself?"

He laughed and said, "Don't worry about that. Men get pleasure very easily. As long as there's penetration and then movement, there will be pleasure. And as long as there's pleasure, there will be ejaculation. Men orgasm as soon as they ejaculate. But women are different. Women orgasm is much harder. It's much harder than for men. So I'm going to make you orgasm first. After you orgasm, your vaginal response will be particularly strong, becoming tighter, more elastic, and wetter. It will be even more stimulating for me. Then I'll ejaculate happily."

He didn't know how devastating his words were to me. If talking about foreplay before made me change my underwear before going to sleep, then these words made it impossible to wear underwear because I was so wet that it kept flowing out, even running down my thighs.

I continued to press, "Can I see this penis that made me orgasm?" Oh my god. How could I say such a thing? After sending the message, I was so ashamed that I threw my phone aside. The message notification made me grab my phone quickly. I opened the message and saw he said, "Do you want to see something soft or hard?"

"I want to see something hard! And the harder the better," I replied.

He sent a pleading emoji: "Could you send me a picture that's within your acceptable limits to activate my poor little brother?"

I readily agreed, "Sure, no problem!" Then I sent him a picture of my feet, hehe! Unexpectedly, he replied, "Slender jade feet, I want to caress them, I want to stroke them all the way to your private parts, to give you the sweetest oral sex. Just thinking about it makes me hard!"

What?! This is acceptable! Truly, if you want to make it hard, you'll always find a picture! Then I received the picture he sent. It was very thick and large, with clearly visible erect veins. The glans was shaped like a cute little mushroom. Comparing it to the size of his hand in the picture, his penis was much thicker and larger than my ex-husband's, and incredibly hard. Looking at the picture on my phone, I unconsciously spread my legs. I really wanted him to penetrate me and satisfy me the next moment. I told him that when I saw the photos he posted, my legs involuntarily parted, and he laughed heartily, saying, "Really? You'll dream about it tonight!" Unexpectedly, I actually had a dream that night. A wet dream. I only remember that in the dream, his penis was pressed against my vaginal opening, very hard and large. I twisted my hips, wanting him to hurry up and penetrate me. But he kept kissing my breasts, holding my waist, rubbing against my vaginal opening, but wouldn't penetrate. I got impatient and tried to lift my hips to meet him. Then, in my anxiety, I woke up. When I woke up, I found my hands on my chest. My teddy bear pillow had somehow ended up between my legs, and the harder part of the bear's legs was pressing against my vulva. My underwear was soaked again. I changed my underwear and it took a long time to fall asleep. I kept fantasizing about his penis. Fantasizing about him penetrating me and filling me up. And not pulling it out even when I was asleep.

The next day, I told him about my erotic dream and complained that it was all his fault for keeping me up all night. I was already tired from just returning to work after the pandemic, and now I had panda eyes during the day. Then, surprisingly, he sent me a voice message, a full 60 seconds long, telling me that he was also very upset, and that he had had the same erotic dream countless times. He hadn't dared to mention it in our chat, afraid I'd think he was fantasizing about me in a vulgar way. Then, in the voice chat, he described his dream in detail—the stimulating scenes, his magnetic voice—which made me wet again. I asked him, "Do you think I'm a very promiscuous woman with a particularly strong sex drive?"

He replied, "Your sex drive has indeed been suppressed for a long time, but I don't think you're a promiscuous woman. Because normal women would have similar reactions."

"We live in the same city, why don't you take the initiative to ask me out? Do you think I'm an indecent woman, having talked to you about so many erotic topics? You look down on me."

His reply was patient: "I don't think you're an indecent woman. On the contrary, I think you're a very nice woman. You're sincere, composed, and unpretentious when you talk to me. You dare to follow your heart and explore your desires. Whether we're friends or have sex, it will definitely be a wonderful thing. I want to have sex with you. But I'm not confident in myself. I'm not a tall and handsome man, and I'm afraid you'll be disappointed in me after meeting me. So I've never dared to ask you out."

Seeing him say this made me very happy. I comforted him, saying that he didn't need to care so much. I'm past the age of only looking at appearances. I also told him that my ex-husband wasn't good-looking either, and his sex skills weren't good either, but I still spent so many years with him. Then he sent me a photo of his ID card. The name and date of birth on it were what he had told me before. He sent me his phone number again. It was easy to remember; clearly a number he'd used for many years. Actually, judging from the photo on his ID card, he wasn't as ugly as he claimed. With my encouragement, he finally asked me out: "Since you put it that way, I feel much more at ease. Let's have dinner together."

I replied with a mischievous grin, "And then?"

He sent a mischievous emoji and said, "If you'd like, how about you enjoy what we've been discussing?"

Suddenly, my erotic dream from last night flashed through my mind. I boldly began teasing him: "How about we skip the dinner part?"

He probably looked confused, asking how we should meet and how to start.

Of course, I couldn't tell him my true thoughts. I fabricated a South Korean movie. I said to him, "Have you ever seen a South Korean drama? The male protagonist didn't meet the female protagonist during the day. They arranged to meet at night when she was asleep, and the man would sneak into her bed, lick her awake, and then have sex with her."

He, usually so romantic, became a bit too straightforward at this point, asking, "In this situation, can the woman sleep? Won't she wake up when he gets into bed?"

I pretended to be angry and said, "Is that the point?"

"You want us to try it too, right?"

"Do you dare?" "Are you kidding me?

What's there to be afraid of? You, a woman, dared to ask me out, what do I, a man, have to be afraid of?"

Now it was my turn to be speechless. I was suddenly shocked by my own boldness. I remembered reading a book a long time ago that said most women fantasize about being raped, experiencing the feeling of having sex with a strange man. But that's just a sexual fantasy! How could I have brought this up with this man? Later, I understood. Because I trusted him enough. But realistically, we were still strangers, never having met. This perfectly satisfied my subconscious sexual fantasies.

He didn't give me much time to think, sending a message: "Let's do it tonight. What's wrong with sex? From undressing, every step will be tender and loving. Each thrust will be firm and gentle; my eroticism is entirely yours. All you need to do is put the key under the doormat before you go to sleep."

"I feel like I've dug myself a deep pit."

"That's life. Sometimes you see a pit, but if you jump in boldly, it might lead to a new world."

"But...but..." I didn't know what to say. "No buts. I'll just ask you one simple question: Do you trust me?"

"I trust you."

"I trust you too."

I suddenly remembered I didn't have a doormat at my door. His answer was straightforward: "Then you have another reason to buy a doormat."

That afternoon after work, I bought a doormat and placed it by my front door. Until almost bedtime, I was still hesitating about whether to put the key inside. That night, we had a very ordinary chat; we didn't talk about sex or anything like that. But I was uncontrollably wet. My mind kept replaying last night's dream and the scene of fulfilling it tonight. Even when we said goodnight, he didn't ask if I had put the key away properly, nor did he ask if I wanted to do it that night. Later, I asked him if anything would have happened if I hadn't messaged him that night to tell him I had put the key away. He said he didn't ask me, and we didn't talk about sex that night, because he wanted me to have some rational space to think about whether I should make this decision. He didn't want me to make an impulsive decision under the influence of lust. I angrily punched his chest: "You're the one under the influence of lust! Women don't have any lust!"

Anyway, after saying goodnight, I put the key under the doormat, took a picture of it, and sent him my apartment building address. I turned off the computer and went to sleep. Actually, I was too excited to sleep. But I really wanted to experience the feeling of being licked awake while asleep. So, in the midst of waiting and anticipation, drowsiness crept in. I finally fell asleep.

Maybe it was because the anticipation had lasted too long. In the end, I slept very soundly and deeply. I didn't feel him open the door, enter the room, or take off his clothes. I didn't even feel how he crawled into my bed. I'm the kind of person who sleeps on my back, sprawled out. I don't remember if I was dreaming. I only remember waking up from a comfortable feeling. It was as if the feeling from the dream continued into reality. When I was sure I was awake, I was still experiencing a continuous wave of pleasure in my lower body. Although I had never experienced the stimulation of a tongue before, I knew clearly what this felt like. Oh my god, he really came! I suppressed my excitement and didn't dare to move. I didn't want him to know I was awake. But that comfortable and stimulating feeling made me involuntarily tense my legs, lift my buttocks, and welcome his tongue. He eventually sensed that I was awake. So he reached out his hands and slowly placed them under my buttocks, supporting them with his hands. It was like he was holding my vulva to his mouth. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked my vaginal opening and labia minora. He even sucked on my labia minora and wiggled them. Then he pushed his tongue forcefully into the opening, and I tried to spread my thighs and thrust my hips upwards, cooperating with his tongue, wanting him to go in more.

At this moment, his tongue swept upwards, skimming over my clitoris. Then he gently licked my clitoris a few times. I couldn't help but tremble. This feeling was so good! I've been a woman for over thirty years and I've wasted my life! Then I cried out! Because his lips were sucking on my clitoris. At the same time, his tongue was gently teasing the head of my clitoris. The feeling of my clitoris and the surrounding area being sucked up by his mouth was just too good! I started to moan freely, enjoying the pleasure brought to me by his tongue, occasionally lifting my head to look at his broad shoulders under the blanket, my lower body was practically flowing with fluid like a stream. I felt like I was about to orgasm.

I wanted him to penetrate me. I pulled his shoulders with my hands to make him sit up. He understood me, slowly kissing upwards, down my abdomen to my breasts. He took my nipple into his mouth. For the first time, I realized how sensitive my breasts were. I felt him licking my breasts while his hand put a condom on himself. I felt a surge of emotion and responsibility. He was giving me oral sex so unabashedly, and then proactively putting on a condom, without any hesitation. Suddenly, I felt a hard, hot penis pressing against my entrance. The feeling from my previous erotic dream surged through me again. This time, I wouldn't let you hesitate! I hooked my legs around his thighs, trying my best to accommodate his large penis. He didn't disappoint me. He gently but firmly inserted himself. Instantly, I felt my entire vagina filled. And his penis was incredibly hard, pressing tightly against my G-spot. I don't know how he moved, but his penis clearly didn't leave my vagina; instead, it began to move up and down and side to side inside. The stimulation of my G-spot also impacted my brain. I couldn't help but reach down and rub my clitoris. He was very cooperative, lifting his body to form an angle with me, making it easier for me to use my hands. I climaxed in less than a minute; the sensation was so intense and pleasurable. I felt like I was flying. I reached out and wrapped my arms around his waist. He wrapped his arms around me, and his penis, still inside me, showed no signs of softening. Instead, I felt it carrying me higher and higher, like flying through the clouds. I don't know how long we flew. I lost all sense of time. I only knew that this feeling of ecstasy was something I had never experienced before. Later, I didn't have the strength to hold him anymore; my body felt like a cloud, limp and powerless. He held me in his arms, and I followed his rhythm, climaxing with him. He noticed my exhaustion and stopped, gently wiping the sweat and wetness from my body. I realized I couldn't sleep where I was lying; it was soaked, like I'd wet the bed—something I'd never experienced before.

I exclaimed, "Wow! How did you get so wet?!"

He pulled my hands over and placed them on his body. I touched him, and his lower abdomen and thighs were soaking wet. I said, "Why are you sweating so much!"

He said, "It's only April, sister. This is clearly your own fluid. Didn't you feel how much you sprayed just now?"

I said, "Sprayed?"

"Yes! Sprayed, like a tap being turned on, gushing out in gushes!"

"Oh no, I just changed the sheets and aired out the bedding, now I'm in trouble again."

"Is that the point?"

"What is the point?" "Do you regret having sex with me?"

"No regrets." "Was it comfortable?"

"More comfortable than ever before."

"So what if the sheets and bedding got a little wet?" "Not at all." I hugged him, and then I felt his still-erect penis.

"Didn't you ejaculate just now?"

"No, I saw you were too tired and was afraid you'd faint. So I stopped to rest for a while before continuing

." "Continue...?"

"Yes! It's a break! You recover your strength, and then we'll do it again, see if your second orgasm is more intense." As he spoke, he picked up a blanket, folded it, and placed it on the wet sheets. Then he came over, picked me up, and laid me down.

I suddenly asked him, "How many condoms did you bring?"

"A box." "How many are in a box?"

"Ten." "Oh my god! Are you trying to kill me?"

He suddenly hugged me tightly and said, "Your words make me so hard, make me want to fuck you."

I gently grasped his penis and slowly took off the condom. I gently stroked it and asked him, "Do you want me to give you oral sex?"

He replied, "If any man in the world could refuse such a question, he must be the biggest fool in the world."

I imitated the scene in the porn movies, lying on his chest and slowly kissing downwards, getting closer and closer to his penis. At that moment, I felt his hands on my shoulders. He whispered in my ear, "I didn't mean to interrupt your tenderness. Can I go wash up first? The condom still smells unpleasant."

I looked down and smelled it; indeed, the condom smelled very unpleasant. If it smelled like that, I'd throw up if I ate it.

He got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash. I lay in bed, reflecting on what had happened in the past hour. I felt like I had been reborn. Waking up alone from a dream the night before felt like a long time ago. Suddenly, I felt very lucky. This bold and radical attempt hadn't brought me any bad consequences. He wasn't a bad person. On the contrary, he let me experience such perfect sex. If I had known that sex was this good, I should have cheated on my husband before divorcing him. Yes, that's what I thought!

When he came back, he was carrying a glass of water. I don't know how he found the water dispenser in my living room. He came over, pulled me close, and held the glass to my lips, grinning mischievously, "Have some water to soothe your throat and hydrate yourself." I pretended to be angry, but happily drank half the glass of water in his arms. Then they put the glass on the bedside table. Before I could even lie down, I felt his tongue licking my clitoris again. I wanted to say, "Weren't you supposed to do this? Why are you starting?" But the pleasure was so intense that I couldn't speak; instead, I started moaning. I was a little frightened by my own lewd sounds. Was I really such a wanton woman at heart? The pleasure made it impossible for me to think any further. I could only let myself be submerged in this cloud of sexual bliss, but my right hand grabbed his hard penis like a lifeline. It turned out he wasn't between my legs; instead, he wanted to lick it as quickly as possible before I could react. As soon as I lay down, he lowered his head and started kissing my genitals. I grabbed his penis and started stroking it. After the brief rest, I felt it was much harder than before. I couldn't care less. I pulled his penis towards my mouth. He understood, shifting his kneeling position to bring his large penis closer to my mouth. I turned my head, opened my mouth, and took the penis that had brought me such a surprise into my mouth, passionately enveloping it with my lips, greedily licking his glans and clitoris with my tongue. Every time my tongue touched his clitoris, I could feel my taut thighs and buttocks rhythmically trembling with the licking motion of my tongue. As a result, his penis became even harder, like a hot iron rod, both hard and hot.

I felt this position wasn't enough for me anymore. I pulled his shoulders up and whispered, "Lie down, let me do it."

He stretched out and lay comfortably next to me. I knelt beside him, enjoying his hot, hard penis with my mouth. Those oral sex videos I'd seen before played in my mind like a movie, and I unconsciously started imitating them, adjusting my mouth shapes and tongue movements, trying to please his penis with various tongue and lip techniques.

He held my thighs, gesturing for me to move closer to his upper body. Then, suddenly, he lifted my thighs and lowered them. Before I could react, I was kneeling directly above his head. I tried to struggle down, but he didn't say anything. He pressed my head down, forcing me to take his penis into my mouth without any reaction. He lifted his head and licked my vaginal opening and clitoris. This feeling was ten times better than simply lying down and being given oral sex! I actually knew this position was called "69," but this was truly my first time trying it myself, and it felt so wonderful! The pleasure from his large penis, the sensations at my vaginal opening and clitoris, shot straight to my brain, making me feel like my mouth had nerve endings, and I was about to climax. I started mimicking what I'd seen in adult films, twisting my hips back and forth. I slightly adjusted the angle and position of my tongue's contact with my clitoris and vaginal opening to achieve my most comfortable state. Then, I would occasionally sit down gently, allowing his tongue to stimulate my genitals more intensely. I couldn't distinguish whether the pleasure was from my clitoris or vaginal opening; I just felt like I was sitting on something incredibly beautiful and magical in the world. He understood my rhythm, matching my movements, bringing me closer to orgasm with each thrust. I realized I could feel this much pleasure without penetration. He sensed I was close to climax, his hands supporting my buttocks, focusing intently on the frequency of my movements with his tongue, each thrust a back-and-forth rubbing of his tongue and lips from vaginal opening to clitoris. My movements became more and more intense, and he licked upwards with each thrust... At that moment, I felt as if the world had ceased to exist. Only him and I remained, and my genitals felt like the sun rising from the clouds, sending electric shocks through my entire body! I stopped writhing, letting my genitals press tightly against his lips, his penis already half-taken into my mouth, almost to my throat, yet I felt no nausea. I just wanted to take him deeper and deeper into my mouth! Just quietly tensing, enjoying, orgasming! I had never experienced this reaction before. This orgasm left me weak and limp, collapsing onto his lap.

He didn't give me a moment to rest, or rather, I only rested for the ten or so seconds he put on the condom. When the feeling of orgasm subsided, and I still felt a slight itch inside, a stronger craving for fullness, he lifted my buttocks, and his large penis parted my labia from behind and thrust inside! So big! So thick! So full! This position was strange because I didn't feel any pressure or friction on my clitoris, only the thrusting of his large penis. Each thrust pushed deep into my vagina, pressing against my G-spot, then pulled out to the entrance, and then thrust in again, rubbing my G-spot. The sensation was unprecedentedly stimulating! It was as if I didn't need to stimulate my clitoris anymore; the pleasure kept rising and building, as if it was about to erupt! I tried to arch my buttocks to match his penis as it entered my vagina. His lower abdomen bumped against my buttocks, and I could feel my buttocks shaking violently. Suddenly, I felt my vagina contract strongly, pushing his penis out forcefully, accompanied by an explosion of pleasure that made me tremble. Then came the contraction of my vagina. Actually, I didn't know where the contraction was coming from; I could only feel my genitals and anus contracting! And the contractions were getting faster and faster.

He gently said to me, "Don't be shy. If you feel like you're going to spurt out, just let it come."

I hummed in agreement, no longer caring about being shy or worried, letting the feeling of urinating burst forth. It was a bit like knowing you're dreaming but still urinating boldly. I no longer worried about wetting the bed, no longer worried that it was taboo. As my lower body contracted and tightened more and more, he suddenly pulled his penis all the way out without warning! With the withdrawal of his penis, I spurted out a stream of hot liquid with a "plop!" The feeling, oh my god! I don't know how to describe it, it was so amazing! I've never felt like this before in my life! The first time I've ever felt so good. Then his penis went back in, and he seemed to have found a rhythm, thrusting and pumping heavily. After that, whenever he suddenly pulled his penis out, I would squirt. I completely lost all feelings of shyness and restraint! He was spraying me with pleasure and passion, and every time his penis pulled out and was about to thrust back in, I obediently arched my back, exposing my vagina, welcoming his large penis as it entered me, fucking me hard! This position was so classic, so classic that even if he didn't want to, I wanted to be fucked like this. It was deep, so pleasurable, I loved the doggy style, I loved being fucked by a man while I was slutty with my ass up.

I loved this other side of myself. My ex-husband used to be able to last less than a minute in this position before surrendering. I was very confident in the curves of my waist and buttocks, and the power of this position. But I never expected to be defeated by him, even after at least twenty minutes. He was still maintaining the violent and rapid thrusting motion. I could feel the fluid from each thrust running down my thighs. There were two small wet patches below my knees, all from the fluid running down my thighs. I dared not touch my clitoris anymore; just touching it would immediately trigger an orgasm. The pleasure of being penetrated from behind and hitting my G-spot was simply irresistible! I've lost count of how many times I've orgasmed. I can't tell if it's the feeling of continuous orgasms or if the waves of orgasms are just too intense and too fast. I feel like I'm about to be exhausted, and I can no longer support myself kneeling to endure his thrusts.

Seeing that I'm tired, he turned me over and held me to lie down. He took a glass of water to the living room to get a cup of hot water, but I didn't have the strength to sit up and drink it. I quickly said to him, "I don't want to drink it, I don't have the strength to sit up, you drink it."

He chuckled, "Don't worry, I have a way to make sure you drink it."

Then, lying there with my eyes closed, I heard him take a sip of water, turn around, and climb onto the bed. I thought he was going to feed me water with his mouth, so I quickly reached out to stop him. Unexpectedly, he took my clitoris into his mouth, letting the hot water in his mouth stimulate it wave after wave with the movement of his tongue! God! How could he do this! How could it feel so good! I had no time to think, I could only fill my blank mind with pleasure, moaning loudly. I can't describe the sounds I made; according to his later recap, my moans were louder than any Japanese porn star on his hard drive. His mouth briefly left my body, allowing my nerves to relax. I was worried that my delicate nerve bundles wouldn't be able to withstand such intense pleasure and would snap. I heard him take another sip of water, then quickly climb onto the bed. I abandoned all restraint, spreading my legs and thrusting my hips to expose my genitals as much as possible to meet his lips, but the sensation of his lips enveloping my genitals was icy cold! It was cold water! The phrase "a double whammy of hot and cold" suddenly popped into my mind. My clitoris had become much more prominent due to the temperature changes from hot to cold water. I could feel the swelling in that area without even looking or touching it, and the pleasure was building up to the point of near orgasm!

After changing the hot water a few more times, my vagina started to itch again, and he was teasing my clitoris with his tongue while inserting his fingers into my vagina, pressing against my G-spot. At that moment, I truly felt that the tongue's greatest function was here, even more important than eating, tasting, or speaking! I tensed my waist, lifted my buttocks, and tried to lift them off the bed so he could more easily lick my clitoris, welcoming the dual stimulation of his tongue and fingers. At this moment, he suddenly pulled out his fingers, his tongue also leaving my lower body, and climbed on top of me, holding me close. His penis wandered around the entrance of my vagina, deliberately avoiding my buttocks as I twisted from side to side to accommodate it. He knew I wanted his big penis, but he was too embarrassed to say it, so he teased my vaginal opening even more with his penis. My vagina was unbearably itchy inside. I couldn't hold back any longer.

I whispered, "I want it." He deliberately asked, "What did you say? I didn't hear you,"

and then increased the pressure of his large penis rubbing against my vaginal opening. But he didn't penetrate me, making me gasp repeatedly. I gasped and said to him, "I want you." "

What do you want from me?"

"You're so naughty, you know exactly what I'm saying."

"Then just say it, what do you want, and I'll give it to you, okay?"

"I want your big cock!"

"Why do you want my big cock?"

"To fuck me! I want your big cock to fuck me hard!" Oh my god, it feels so good to express my desires so crudely!

He was also stimulated by those words. Before I could react, he thrust in all the way! Then his penis slowly withdrew from my vagina. As it withdrew, I could feel his glans scraping against the walls of my vagina, waves of pleasure from the friction spreading throughout my body. Just as the glans was about to leave the opening, he suddenly thrust in violently all the way in! It felt like it struck my soul. I was completely stunned by the pleasure, moaning incoherently. I only vaguely remember saying, "Didn't we say we were going to rest for a while? Why are we starting again? Ah... Ah... Hmm... So good... Ah, don't stop... Harder..."

I could feel his penis thrusting in and out, each stroke seemingly changing angle. I realized that during the thrusting motion, he had lifted one of my legs, and my body had begun to turn slightly to the side. I cooperated, turning my body to the side. He lifted my upper leg and then knelt on either side of my lower, straight leg, his penis beginning to search for the position and angle to enter my vagina from the side. I twisted my waist to match the search of his large penis. Finally, we connected successfully, and his large penis was once again at the entrance of my vagina. I symbolically thrust downwards, and he pushed his waist forward forcefully, inserting his entire penis again, only this time in a side position. This position allowed for deeper penetration, and I was so comfortable I couldn't speak, only able to gasp for breath. He continued searching for my most comfortable angle, and I could feel the pressure of his penis changing as it went in, sometimes against my clitoris, sometimes against my perineum. It was our first time making love, and I knew he was testing my body's sensations to see which position was most comfortable for me. I relaxed and expressed my enjoyment through the volume of my moans and the tension in my body.

Then, in the same side-entry position, we switched to the other side. Originally, my left leg was on top, but then I switched to my right. However, the sensations on both sides were different after his penis entered. I felt my body was amazing! It was obvious that the sensation was much stronger when my right leg was on top! This sensation, as his penis pressed against my clitoris during thrusting, completely freed my hands! I didn't even need to massage my clitoris with my hands; I had already orgasmed! It was the first time I had discovered that this position could actually bring me to orgasm!

He noticed my fatigue and changed positions, having me lie down with my legs together, straddling my thighs from the front, and then parting my labia with his penis before penetrating. It's such a comfortable position; I don't feel tired at all in this position. I can just lie there and enjoy it. I could do this all day long. But the angle of penetration is so comfortable. His penis goes in close to my clitoris, and every thrust squeezes it, making my thighs and buttocks involuntarily tense up to match his movements. In the past, I would have orgasmed from this kind of pleasure, but I've orgasmed too many times, and I don't have the strength to orgasm again. I just hope that I don't suddenly run out of fluid while he's fucking me.

I hugged his neck and whispered in his ear, "Honey, you're so amazing. I love it when you fuck me, but if you don't ejaculate soon, you'll fuck me to death. Don't you want to fuck me anymore?"

He breathed softly in my ear and asked, "Where do you like me to fuck you?"

I wasn't shy at all anymore and boldly said, "I love your big cock fucking me, I love your big cock fucking my little cunt."

He adjusted his position and returned to the initial insertion method. I knew the final sprint was coming. This time, I didn't plan to orgasm myself. I fully cooperated with him, letting him ejaculate in the most comfortable position. Strangely, when my ex-husband held me like an inflatable doll while having sex, I felt nothing but disgust. But when he did the same thing, I felt a surge of joy, even a strange pleasure. I willingly let him fuck me like that, even hoping he would fuck me as hard as possible, not treating me like a human being, but like an inflatable doll, letting him vent his frustrations on me! But because he fucked me so fast, I felt like he was thrusting in and out three or four times a second, each time a deep, hard penetration. I felt like a puppet being tossed around, being lifted and danced by his penis, the penis inside me lifting me. The hot, incredibly hard penis made me feel like a river bursting its banks, unable to contain my surging passion. I finally climaxed again!

I felt as if my body was instantly filled with energy again, my whole body tense and elastic. I wrapped my arms around his neck, moaning ecstatically in his ear, enjoying his beastly thrusts... I don't know how long he fucked me, but when he finally ejaculated, I was clinging to him like a koala, not wanting to get down. He didn't rush to get off either; he just lay on top of me, supporting himself with his arms, holding me quietly like that for a long, long time. I think I even took a nap, and when I woke up, he was still holding me. I finally let go and pushed him away a little. He got off me and immediately pulled a blanket over my stomach. Instead of immediately removing the condom, he took some tissues and started wiping me down there. I said I could do it myself, but he said, "You can't see it yourself anyway. I can clean it more thoroughly for you. Just lie there."

After he finished wiping me, he lay down next to me, holding me in his arms, whispering in my ear. It made me feel all tingly. We talked for a while, and then I got so sleepy I couldn't keep my eyes open. I fell asleep in his arms. That sleep was incredibly sound and deep; I'd never slept so soundly in my life. In the days immediately following the divorce, even the sound of the curtains being blown by the wind could wake me up. But I slept like a log, and I had no idea how he got up or made breakfast. All I knew was that when I woke up, there was a glass of milk, a still-warm fried egg, and a slice of whole-wheat bread on the bedside table. Where did they come from? I definitely didn't have milk or bread at home! Later I found out he went out to buy them that morning. I checked the time; it was almost eleven o'clock!

A note sat next to my breakfast: "You're sleeping as sweetly as a baby. Remember to eat breakfast, and don't complain about how bad it is."

As if by telepathy, my phone rang. I opened the message; it was from him—a photo of me sleeping like a vegetable. My hair was disheveled, covering my face, accompanied by the caption: "The most beautiful scenery in the world, the most touching words of love, cannot compare to your sleeping face at this moment.

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