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I met Mr. and Mrs. Chen at a Sichuan restaurant in Tianjin. We agreed that they would arrange everything after we arrived. Knowing we
liked spicy food, they thoughtfully treated us to a hot pot.

Seeing their beckoning, we sat down facing each other and initially only talked about the weather and the climate differences between Tianjin and Beijing. Later, the men's conversation shifted to
cross-strait relations, and Mrs. Chen and I felt awkward and remained silent.

I didn't dare look at Mr. Chen; I felt my expression would betray my disappointment. For a moment, I felt like I had fallen from a high place of fantasy to the ground, and the feeling of falling brought
clarity to my mind.

My intuition told me that we were better suited as friends than as sexual partners.

After dinner, we went to karaoke, and everyone easily forgot what they had originally planned to do. My husband was very happy, drinking beer and singing old songs from his memories,
as if he had returned to the season of love. He held the microphone in one hand and linked his arm with mine in the other, singing "My favorite is you..." His dreamy eyes moved me.

Later, he and Mrs. Chen sang a duet intimately, both thoroughly enjoying themselves. I, on the other hand, felt nothing in the dim light;
the love songs were merely beautiful notes.

Perhaps neither of us knew what we should or shouldn't do at that moment, simply passing the time indifferently.

Around 11:30, we took a taxi together to their home.

It was a typical couple's home, simple and cozy inside. I walked through the living room to a large balcony; the night breeze was gentle, and my congested
feelings suddenly eased for a moment. Mr. Chen also came up to the balcony and stood next to me, saying a few words, nothing more than that I was very beautiful, had a good figure, and that
he , and even put his arm around my waist. I suddenly became nervous, made an excuse to turn around and go back to the room to watch TV.

After sitting for a while, I suggested taking a shower, and my husband brought me a nightgown. I repeatedly told him that I didn't want to wear this too revealing pink nightgown, at least not
on the first day. But he said he liked it, that he thought it was the most feminine nightgown and best highlighted my femininity. Actually, I knew he just wanted to
show off his wife's charm in front of others, satisfying a little of his male vanity.

When I came out of the shower, I saw half of my breast exposed, my areola and genitals vaguely visible, and my thighs half-naked. My face flushed crimson, and I
covered , quickly sitting down next to my husband.

Everyone took turns showering, and the rest of us were rather silent. At that time, a channel was showing "The Legend of the Condor Heroes." The lights were bright, making it impossible for anyone to have any
wild thoughts. We all sat obediently in the living room watching TV, hardly saying a word, until after 1 a.m.

Finally, the lady of the house broke the silence. She brought out a stack of condoms, turned off the TV, dimmed the living room lights, and turned on the stereo. Everyone finally smiled
knowingly .

Mrs. Chen was very beautiful, with delicate features. Her originally long hair was now tied up on her head, and she was dressed very provocatively, her body curvaceous and slender. Her very short white
nightgown accentuated her alluring charm.

My husband must have been very happy, but I felt somewhat awkward. Mr. Chen was quite different from the one I saw online. He hadn't even shaved, and he looked a bit like a bandit—not
my type.

But the lights dimmed, reducing the visual pressure considerably, and the stereo played soft, romantic violin music.

We began to create an intimate atmosphere, squeezing together on a large sofa, our skin touching, making it easier to engage in some lighthearted actions.

Mr. Chen embraced me, letting me lean on his shoulder, his right hand slowly slipping under my nightgown to grasp my breast. I didn't resist, letting him gently caress it;
at that moment the situation took over. I took a deep breath, tilting my head back, and he kissed my neck. A strange passion welled up within me, and I
smiled softly, thinking my smile must have been incredibly sensual, because I was already aroused.

I noticed my husband sitting properly, and suddenly felt guilty towards Mrs. Chen, so I nudged him with my elbow. At that moment, I felt relaxed;
perhaps the brief physical pleasure had given me a rare sense of tolerance and acceptance.

The husband touched Mrs. Chen's face, and she immediately grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast. He leaned down to kiss her, and she quickly responded,
closing her eyes to welcome him. His hand slid down her thigh… Later, we went into two separate rooms. Mr. Chen and I entered a luxuriously decorated
large bedroom. He immediately and without a word removed my nightgown, pulling me naked onto the bed. He pressed himself against me, kissing me heavily.

I didn't want to be too close to him, so I supported him, but fearing he'd be embarrassed, I gently stroked his chest. He took my hand and stroked it down his abdomen. I
shook my head and withdrew my hand.

He didn't force me; instead, he focused intently on caressing my entire body, sucking my breasts, and licking my genitals. I knew he didn't know how to give oral sex, but I still
kept thrusting my hips to cooperate.

Gradually, I began to relax, becoming increasingly wet, and my breasts heaved noticeably. Seeing my reaction, he stopped, and between my
legs , lifted them, placing them on either side of him.

I knew he was about to enter my body, and I involuntarily closed my eyes, waiting for my first "forbidden fruit."

Sure enough, my genitals were rubbed back and forth a few times, and something that wasn't my husband's, yet equally erect, suddenly forced its way in, penetrating
my sacred place.

"Ah..." I cried out softly, a surge of desire washing over me. It was truly fulfilling, stimulating, enjoyable, like a dream. Sex had once again shocked me;
I just wanted to melt into this blissful moment.

I slowly opened my eyes and glanced at Mr. Chen, who was on top of me, his body intertwined with mine, moving in and out of me.
A tremor ran ; he seemed to be growing distant.

I've always had a fear of the unfamiliar, and I tried to replace it with novelty... Perhaps it was a difference in habit or something else, but although his
movements lasted long enough, the pleasure I had dreamed of didn't arrive as expected. I wasn't satisfied when he ejaculated, and I felt a little frustrated.

He was also a little disappointed, reluctant to pull out of me, so I said to him: "It's fine."

Throughout the process, Mr. Chen seemed a little distracted, perhaps constantly thinking about his wife, or afraid she might suddenly come in. I turned my head to one side,
accepting his thrusts while smiling understandingly.

Mrs. Chen came to see us, and seeing Mr. Chen still on top of me, inside me, after we had just finished, she glanced at me and ran out,
crying as soon as she left. This reminded me of myself. I knew they had finished too, but strangely, I didn't shed a single tear, not even
a trace .

Later, my husband, Mr. Chen, and I went to comfort her. Her crying was very moving; her tears intensified the emotional aspect of the game. I think
authenticity is good. If everyone is only indulging in physical pleasure, it will make us feel sad, and we might even begin to doubt our attitude towards love.

Women are always a bit sensitive, and I felt a deep tenderness for her, just as I felt for myself.

So I let my husband hold her, that familiar, warm embrace—I actually needed it too at that moment, but I didn't say it. I
hugged , resting my head against his back, feeling the warmth of his back; I couldn't bear to leave.

We held each other like that for a long time before Mrs. Chen's emotions calmed down.

We both felt that although men derive more pleasure from this game than women, since we had already started, why not express it openly? I
acted very friendly, and her tearful smile was captivating.

After showering separately, we sat back down in the living room, discussing how to sleep that night. Actually, while showering, I had clearly told my husband that I didn't want to spend
the whole night with Mr. Chen. This was true; at the time, I hadn't thought that I didn't want my husband to spend the night with another woman; I was simply
strongly insisting based on my own desires.

They were all trying to conceal their true feelings during the discussion. Of course, expressing it explicitly would inevitably hurt my fragile soul to some extent.

I laughed and said, "I'm really not used to sleeping with strangers."

If the lights were on, everyone would see my honest, undisguised smile. They didn't actually agree with me, so they were still discussing it.

"You decide, I'm fine with whatever," all three of them said, perhaps they were all looking forward to a new way of sleeping. I suddenly felt a sadness,
a low mood, yet I was also stubborn.

"I'd rather sleep with my own people, otherwise I really won't feel comfortable," I insisted, and they had no choice but to agree, because my reasons were perfectly plausible.

My husband and I went into the room, and inevitably, a conflict ensued. I was furious, fully displaying my selfishness, willfulness, irrationality, and unreasonableness.
I blamed my husband for not considering my feelings, for not cherishing me, for not loving me as much as he said, and for all his faults. I bombarded him with tricky and strange
questions, leaving him speechless. I hit him, pinched him, twisted him, and made him swear "I love you"... I turned my back, crossed my arms, and let my hair
hang lonely on my chest. Tears streamed down my face, my breathing heavy and labored. I felt that once the release of sexual desire took over my humanity, it could make everything fragile.

I was sad, fearful, lonely, and helpless.

I thought of every man I could remember and the online friends who encouraged me to swap wives: I thought of Xiao Zhang, and I desperately wanted to text him at 3 a.m.,
thinking of his pure, almost monotonous emotions. I knew he would say, "The world is better when it's purer," and I longed for my previous, pure life. I thought of Xiao Tang, Xiao Wang,
Xiao Sui, and the online friends "tt" and "Mood." At that moment, anyone who had shown me concern could have become someone I
confided in. My tears had already soaked my temples.

Just then, Mr. Chen pushed open the door and said to my husband, "Let's switch beds." I was extremely unhappy to hear this and turned my back to them without saying a word. My
breathing alerted him, so he asked my husband what was wrong. My husband said he was crying. He asked why. My husband said he was probably not used to it and was just being affectionate.
So he said, "Then you two go to sleep."

Mr. Chen left, and I said calmly, "Disappointed, aren't you? Mrs. Chen is so beautiful and charming, it would have been so nice to sleep with her for one night! Why don't you come over? I'm
fine sleeping alone, I won't be angry, really."

My husband chuckled and hugged me tightly. I struggled, and he hugged me tighter. I struggled again, and he hugged me again. Finally, feeling wronged, I nestled into his arms, listing all
his faults and crying uncontrollably.

He comforted me for a while, then began to kiss me, from my lips, shoulders, breasts, abdomen, genitals, slowly returning to my earlobe, my most sensitive area. I
shuddered, and a surge of desire welled up within me. I kissed him back, tears still on my face. I reached out and lifted the "thing" that had just entered Mrs. Chen's body
, and gave it a hard squeeze. He also caressed my genitals, and I laughed through my tears. Then I took the "thing" into my mouth and sucked on it. After it became erect,
I spread my legs and assumed a position.

Before I could even catch my breath, my husband had already penetrated me to the very end. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips, trying to keep him as deep inside me
as possible . I released my pent-up emotions, washing away the frustration from before. Within minutes, I convulsed and collapsed into my husband's arms,
experiencing multiple orgasms under his continued "play."

We made love intensely, working up a sweat, but then fell into a deep sleep.

I remained in the same position, tightly hugging him from behind. He used to always have his legs draped over me, but since I became pregnant a few years ago, he'd maintained this sleeping position
to avoid putting pressure on my abdomen. So, for the past two years, this had become our preferred sleeping position.

When I woke up in the morning, it was already past ten. I kissed my husband; he was excited and fully erect. I urged him to go to the next room. He smiled and said no. I
knew he was just saying it for my benefit, but I was still quite pleased.

Women are like that—easily swayed by sweet words. My mood naturally improved.

He went over, and soon Mr. Chen arrived. Although I was still passively accepting him, my good mood naturally aroused my body, making me wet.

I actively teased him by showing him my breasts, and even played with his penis, making it quickly swell, before putting a condom on it. I lifted my legs,
completely to him. To be honest, I really hoped he could give me a different feeling.

But I was disappointed again; he did the same thing: first caressing me, then kissing me, then penetrating me. Later, he mechanically thrust in and out of my body. Sometimes he
would knead my nipples, but my reaction became less and less. Several times he lay on top of me, holding me tightly, trying to kiss me, but I turned my face
away silently, refusing him each time.

I lay there with my arms outstretched, letting my body move up and down with his thrusts. My mood worsened; not only was the novelty gone, but
even my desire vanished.

I drifted off, wondering what the difference would be between Mr. Chen and his wife's sex and my sex with him? Wasn't it just the friction of penetration and withdrawal?
How ridiculous, but I couldn't laugh.

Later, we both felt listless, and he finished quickly without ejaculating.

Mr. Chen was still worried about his wife and asked me, "Are they finished?"

I told him to go check, and he asked, "Are you going?"

I didn't have the courage. He went over and came back a little while later.

I asked, "Are they finished?"

He said, "It seems so."

So, I put on my clothes, my heart pounding, but I still bravely went to check.

The husband was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Mrs. Chen was also sitting, a certain distance between them. When they saw me coming, they smiled.

I asked, "How are you two? Are you alright?"

The husband said, "I can't, there's pressure, I can't get an erection."

I asked, "How could that be? Just now..." I hesitated to say it aloud.

He said, "I was worried someone would come over."

I said, "I didn't mean to come over. He said you guys were done, so I came."

My explanation was correct, but the correct explanation conveniently masked my true feelings. I was still selfish and emotional,
just not as outwardly as Mrs. Chen.

So, everyone got up and washed up. Then the men went downstairs to buy groceries, I watched TV in the living room, and Mrs. Chen went online. Later, the men cooked, and she helped
out , while I went online in the inner room.

Seeing "tt" and "Mood" online felt like meeting family; an unspeakable wave of grievances washed over me. They were the ones who encouraged me to come for wife swapping.
I told them what had happened and how I felt. They comforted me, guided me, told me to relax and immerse myself, and even gave me pointers on how to connect with strange men. No matter what, they
were doing it for my own good; it was the best gift I received that day. "Mood" even called to comfort me and listen to my troubles.

Seeing me chatting, my husband smiled tolerantly. He knew I was seeking comfort, something he couldn't provide.

During lunch, Mr. Chen enthusiastically served everyone rice, vegetables, and drinks, even clearing the dishes afterwards so we wouldn't have to lift a finger.

He's a good husband; Mrs. Chen is truly blessed.

After lunch, Mrs. Chen and Mr. Chen came up with a unique idea: to make love in their room and have my husband film it. I tolerantly told my husband, "You
three come on, I'll film you." He shook his head, telling us to watch. My mood lightened considerably.

They were very engrossed, especially Mrs. Chen, who was breathing heavily, as if we didn't exist. Mrs. Chen is a woman with a very strong sex drive; she gets aroused at
the slightest touch . Mr. Chen was much more relaxed than when he was with me. Sometimes he would stop thrusting and move around inside her, or lean down to kiss her,
or pinch her nipples, tug at her pubic hair, or rub her buttocks, making her moan unrestrainedly.

It was only then that I took a closer look at Mr. Chen's naked body. His chest, abs, thighs, buttocks, and even his penis looked very imposing. I thought all men are
probably the same when they're having sex.

Later, they suggested we do it too, saying we'd record it together. I hesitated for a moment, but agreed anyway. So our two families did our own thing on one bed
, keeping to ourselves.

I felt very comfortable, and seeing them using the rear-entry position, I suddenly had a whim and asked to be on top, so I could do it myself and easily see Mrs. Chen's buttocks sticking out—
I wanted both physical and visual stimulation. My husband was experienced, and I quickly reached a climax, fainting on top of him after a spasm. I liked it this way; I
love my husband very much, and at that moment, I could only accept this kind of love.

Later, everyone felt that doing this went against our original intention. Yes, what kind of 4P is this? So, we naturally switched places.

I was in the middle of it all, watching my husband pull out of my body and enter Mrs. Chen's body, and I couldn't help but feel a little lost. Since it was a 4P, of course we would
switch, so I forced a smile and gestured to my husband: "Go ahead."

Encouraged by my encouragement, my husband used his fingers to probe deeper into Mrs. Chen's vagina, quickly finding her sensitive spots. As they continued,
Mrs. Chen's cries and movements became noticeably louder, shaking violently, her hands frantically grabbing at my husband's back. Mr. Chen turned to ask if she was enjoying it, but she didn't
answer.

I believed in my husband's abilities; whoever he made love with would win.

As for me, I felt like a spectator, not wanting to move an inch. To be so passionate with another woman's husband in front of my husband,
I couldn't be completely without reservation or psychological burden.

My initial excitement rapidly subsided. Mr. Chen lifted and spread my legs, thrusting vigorously inside me, each stroke reaching
my hilt, giving me some pleasure, but I couldn't concentrate; my attention was always on my husband and Mrs. Chen.

The torn desire prevented me from feeling any further sexual urge.

Mr. Chen ejaculated, and I breathed a sigh of relief, signaling to my husband. He glanced back at me and quickly ejaculated as well. Mrs. Chen lay on the bed, panting heavily,
too weak to move for a long time. Mr. Chen gently stroked and kissed her the whole time, so tender and gentle!

We rested all afternoon. For dinner, Mr. Chen made porridge and a few side dishes. We ate well, chatting and laughing. After dinner, Mrs. Chen
went to the inner room to attend to some things.

The three of us watched a DVD outside. It was "The Pianist." Although I had heard of it before, this was the first time I watched it, and it was indeed very good. They had
many good movies; Mr. Chen had a hobby of collecting them. The scene was beautiful. I sat between them, close to my husband and Mr. Chen, with a slice of watermelon in front of me that
Mr. Chen had cut. There was no light, only the flickering light from the TV screen following the plot. We chatted happily. Mr. Chen's fingers gently
caressed my buttocks through my nightgown, very casually, but I was aroused.

After "The Pianist" ended, Mr. Chen went to change to another movie. At that moment, my husband's fingers reached down to my genitals, tracing the pubic hair. He looked at me in surprise,
and I knew he was asking why I was so wet down there. I smiled sheepishly. He understood, and his fingers became restless, accompanied by a mischievous grin. I
involuntarily twisted my body, leaning my upper body towards Mr. Chen. Mr. Chen responded, his hands cupping my breasts, and I felt a surge of pleasure;
my genitals began to twitch.

Suddenly, Mr. Chen stood up and, without a word, flipped me over. I knelt on the sofa, my buttocks raised. He lifted my skirt and
thrust into me from behind with unusual ferocity.

"Oh..." I let out a muffled moan. My husband, in front, intensified his movements, pulling down his pants and forcefully shoving his penis into my mouth.

At that moment, I felt incredibly alluring, because I was simultaneously displaying myself freely in front of two men.

Perhaps it was on the sofa, or perhaps Mr. Chen was still thinking about his wife; in any case, it all ended without a trace.

When Mrs. Chen came out after hearing the commotion, we were already sitting there watching TV, behaving ourselves. However, she approached and asked Mr. Chen in surprise, "Where are your
pants ?"

Mr. Chen was embarrassed. Mrs. Chen glanced at the condoms on the coffee table, said nothing, turned and left; she was clearly angry.

I said nothing, playing dumb. At the same time, I noticed my husband hadn't had time to put on his pants either, and I laughed. My husband asked me if I enjoyed it. I smiled, lowered my eyes, and
nodded . I told him I liked the thrill of unexpected encounters.

Mrs. Chen went into the bedroom, and Mr. Chen followed. After a while, I felt Mrs. Chen needed comforting, so we went in together.

Mrs. Chen lay on the bed, while Mr. Chen chatted on the computer, very enthusiastically, and was asking to have a video chat with two men and two women online, who were relatively more conservative.
Some people, including my husband, joined in, encouraging each other. Later, they went to bed and made love for their online friends, while we continued to incite them from our computers.

Finally, they agreed to a performance: we all stripped naked and took turns lying in front of the video while three other people touched us. When I was touched, I
became incredibly aroused. Especially Mrs. Chen, who supported herself on all fours and gently bumped her nipples against mine from directly above, our
pubic hair rubbing against each other. I couldn't help but gasp, trembling all over, my lust surging like a tidal wave, eagerly demanding sex.

However, we still did it with our own people, even though it was on the same bed. I quickly succumbed to my husband's skillful sexual techniques. I think at least
three couples witnessed my embarrassing orgasm.

Near the end, to prove how exciting it was, they decided to switch partners.

Mrs. Chen cried out loudly, and Mr. Chen, holding her hand, said, "Go ahead and enjoy it, baby!" and kissed the back of her hand repeatedly.

My husband and I exchanged a glance, then I turned my head away, unsure what to say. Mr. Chen came on top of me again and entered me immediately.
Thanks to my previous orgasm, I felt much better than before. I actively lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, cooperating with each one, but I still couldn't share in
Mr. Chen 's excitement.

Mr. Chen's emotions were also affected; although he continued thrusting inside me, he didn't ejaculate. My husband, understanding the situation, only thrust a few dozen times,
saying the condom had broken—maybe, anyway, there was no result.

Online friends said it was very exciting; I think anyone who read that would say so. Sensory experiences often mask many subtle details. For example, when I gave each
online friend a shy smile, they only associated it with allure.

That's how it is; it's no one's fault, and I can't blame anyone.

Late at night, as I waited to sleep in my room, I vaguely heard my husband and Mr. Chen whispering in the outer room, seemingly talking about me. I was somewhat surprised.

A moment later, they came in, carrying ropes. Before I could even react, they pinned me to the bed, twisting my hands behind my back. I screamed, and
a large hand quickly covered my mouth. I struggled desperately, twisting my hips and kicking my legs. But how could I possibly be a match for two grown men?
In no time , I was subdued. My shirt was ripped open, and my underwear was pulled down to my thighs. They worked together to tie me up tightly, even my legs were
bound. I was kneeling, head down, buttocks up on the bed.

My husband went to Mrs. Chen's room. Mr. Chen dragged me to the middle of the bed and tightened the ropes. My bound hands were pulled upwards to their limit and then tightened,
making it impossible for me to even twist my upper body. He began to tear off my clothes, leaving me naked. I could only twitch my hips and kick my legs a few times before giving up.
Then he stuffed a towel into my mouth, forced me to lie face down, and spread my legs completely. To facilitate his "torture," he propped up my abdomen with two pillows,
making my buttocks stick out towards him. He greedily plucked my pubic hair, kneading my genitals and buttocks forcefully, completely abandoning his usual gentle and submissive demeanor
.

My arms were tightly bound behind my back, making me lie there like a dumpling, completely helpless, unable to move, wanting to scream but unable to, my whole body filled with
a feeling of tightness, my breasts pressed beneath me, appearing exceptionally full as if inflated. I knew my face was burning hot, because my trembling genitals were already so wet they
were about to gush out.

We made love perfectly, I was completely out of control, frantic, wanton, crying and laughing, experiencing one orgasm after another, my tightly bound body feeling exceptionally
sensitive . With each violent thrust, I convulsed and fainted repeatedly, the intoxicating waves of tingling sensation from my genitals and entire body leaving my mind
blank. My soul seemed to have grown wings, constantly soaring in the sky above heaven. I was truly liberated, so liberated, I was about to die of pleasure.

They didn't need to explain anything to me anymore, because I unexpectedly experienced an ecstatic sexual encounter.

I finally accepted Mr. Chen, and I had no time to think about anything else. Sexual desire completely conquered me. We lay in each other's arms on the same bed, sleeping soundly
without a single dream, until noon.

After lunch, Mrs. Chen had to go out, and I shook hands with her to say goodbye. At my suggestion, my husband hugged her goodbye. At two o'clock, my husband and I said goodbye to
Mr. Chen , and I hugged him too.

Beautiful Tianjin, we left in the sweltering afternoon heat. In the blink of an eye, we had experienced one of the most challenging things in our marriage.
My mind is still filled with those unfamiliar street scenes, that strange yet warm home, and those vivid images.

I am now sitting in my own home again, nestled in the dim light of the computer, using memories to wake myself up. I told "tt," "I felt very sad to see the scratches Mrs.
Chen ."

I really cared then, but now I have forgiven everything.

I remember telling Mr. Chen before leaving that neither of us had achieved perfection; we should have treated each other like we were with a completely different partner for the next couple of days.
But we were both too attached to our partners, so we were very reserved.

Mr. Chen said it was a gradual process, which would make it easier for everyone to accept.

I'm always a giant in theory, a dwarf in practice. Actually, I was the most fickle one throughout the whole process, acting impulsively and without any attempt to hide my feelings.

Leaving their house, I began to regret not having a proper talk with Mrs. Chen. She's a woman of deep emotions and great tolerance, much more
mature .

I really like Mrs. Chen; she's the only woman I've had intimate contact with. I'll always remember sleeping in her wedding bed, and with her husband. We
should actually be very close friends.

A foursome is a challenging game; I mustered up the courage to participate, only to find harmonious sex with my husband, and of course, a lingering
sense of unease. Nothing can be perfect for all four people at the same time, without any flaws.

Let's look at threesomes again. I think women are at their most unrestrained during that time. To be honest, I later had sex with two men alone once, and they
almost drove me crazy.

As for bondage and "abuse," I think women should try them before sex; there's nothing shameful about it. The feeling of being bound can stimulate and accumulate a woman's
desire and energy, but when it erupts, it brings unprecedented pleasure—it's magnificent and overwhelming, and no woman can resist it. So,
we often play bondage and "abuse" games at home now.

Wife-swapping isn't about changing love, marriage, or family, but about challenging and strengthening them.

Everyone must face temptation; sexual desire is inherent in the human body and doesn't arise and disappear with love. For example, even if the person you love isn't around, you might inexplicably
feel sexual desire. However, how you release sexual desire varies from person to person; some are more direct, while others are more reserved.

Don't force it, don't suppress it; let everything happen naturally.

Therefore, how to face sexual desire squarely is the most important thing.

Whether it's regret or happiness, it's been experienced, it's passed, and we've come to understand.

Everyone says the first step is hard to take, but once you take it, you're out of the woods. Looking back after moving from one step to another, you feel
a sense of being caught off guard.

Understanding doesn't need words.

In just two short days, I suddenly tried everything, and after feeling satisfied, I felt extremely uneasy, like a child who's eaten too much and is filled
with dread.

Therefore, I hope to have a quiet life, or rather, to view life with a calm and contemplative attitude.

In our lives, we inevitably experience and understand various different experiences and processes. During this time, we need the guidance of emotion to satisfy our physical desires, and
we also need the support of reason to judge and analyze.

Humans need both sex and love. Although love and sex can be temporarily separated, those who love each other can never be apart. This is how theory and practice have repeatedly
demonstrated .

We should all revisit love, cherish our families and children, and feel the reality of everything that exists and the process of life—this is more
important !

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