My real experience of going from QQ to a one-night stand

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That's when I met her, online. My online name was "Gentle Man," and hers was An'er, 34 years old. Perhaps we shouldn't even be called online friends, because we only chatted for one night—all night long. Our subsequent communication was via text message and phone call. But that night we talked a lot—our views, our lives, so much. Because we were strangers, we were very open in our conversation, which is probably one of the reasons why people generally enjoy online chatting. Confucius said, "Food and sex are human nature," and our inner desires and curiosity naturally led us to talk about sex. Later, we exchanged information including our favorite sex positions, how to easily reach orgasm, what it feels like, and physical characteristics. It felt really great at the time; I was very curious, and my penis was constantly hard, soaking my underwear.

While I was typing and feeling uncomfortable, An'er asked me, "Have you ever had sex online?" I became even more excited and said, "Of course I have." Actually, I had only read articles online and seen some chat logs attached to those articles. She then said, "I'm all wet, shall we try?" At this point, if I backed down, would I still be a man? Besides, my penis wouldn't allow it, so we started going back and forth. Those who have had online sex know that it's usually the man who types much more, because men are always the ones initiating things—this seems to be true both in real life and online.

I opened some erotic novels I had saved on my computer, copied some text based on our progress, and then pasted it to send to her. Surprisingly, it matched our rhythm quite well, saving me a lot of trouble. Most importantly, I had time to use one hand to comfort my penis. She only sent moans, "I'm wet," and "I'm leaking fluid," along with some very short messages. I knew her hands were probably too busy, but I was already very satisfied. This allowed me to have many fantasies, and more importantly, I knew she would be happy. Later, with my guidance, she was silent for a while, only sending simple monosyllabic words. After a while, she said she had orgasmed, and the cushion was very wet. I was truly satisfied, even though I hadn't come yet.

We exchanged phone numbers. Since her husband wasn't home, we could both hear each other's voices. Her voice was languid, and I thought it was because of our past relationship, which aroused me greatly. We continued our lovemaking on the phone, and amidst her moans, I ejaculated, feeling incredibly intense. She also reached her second orgasm with my low growls.

Actually, our relationship developed later. Although we had already done it online, neither of us suggested meeting in person. We exchanged texts and calls almost daily, but due to time constraints, we almost never met online again.

During that month of phone calls and texts, we learned more about each other. She worked as a civil servant in a government agency. I seemed to have become infatuated with An'er's languid voice, and I could sense her subtle longing—a longing for unexpected passion, which was also what I longed for. I knew something was about to happen.

We lived in the same city, and based on the address she gave me, I knew that the bus I took to work every day passed by there. So I told her that for our safe transition later, I would meet her on the bus after work. I would be on the bus, and she would be off—that would be our first meeting. Neither of us mentioned our clothes beforehand, but in the brief moment the bus sped by, we both spotted each other. I saw a woman near a roadside phone booth, in her thirties, wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt and a black skirt, about 162-163 cm tall, the kind of woman who was very attractive. She was watching our bus, and I thought, "That's her." I waved to her from the bus. She obviously noticed me too; she jumped a couple of times and waved back. I was a little stunned; I felt her breasts bouncing, beckoning me. I was somewhat distracted.

Our first meeting went well. The actual meeting was a few days later. After several days of texting, the weather was particularly nice, and I had a strong urge to see her. Later, she said she felt the same way. I wanted to release my passion; I wanted to hold her bouncing breasts; I wanted to actually do what we had experienced online; I wanted to make love to her!

Our text messages that day were quite passionate. Towards the end, she texted me, "Do you really want to do this with me? Will you regret it?" Of course, I had to keep things under control, so I said, "Of course! I want to! I definitely won't regret it!" She replied, "Then let's meet!"

We met at a restaurant with a traditional farmhouse-style heated platform bed. We sat facing each other at a table in a private room. After the waiter finished serving the food and left, we

looked at each other, smiling without saying a word. After a long while, An'er spoke up: "Why aren't you saying anything? What are you smiling at me like that for?"

I grinned and said, "I was thinking about how to pinch your nose."
As I spoke, my hand reached across the table. She dodged, but ultimately couldn't escape my clutches, and her pouting nose was pinched. Of course, I didn't want to pinch too hard, so I pretended to shake my hand forcefully and said, "I told you, I won't let you off the hook." She slapped my hand away and said, "Get lost! Look how naughty you are!"

To be honest, I had a good feeling about An'er. I liked her reproachful expression, the faint fragrance of her soft hair, and the way she looked at me with a smile.

We ate and chatted, a relaxed and ambiguous atmosphere surrounding us.

At some point, neither of us spoke, just silently looking at each other, both with serious expressions. She softly said, "Let's go?" I said, "Let's

go!"

She said, "Go? "

I said, "Go!"

So we got off the kang (heated brick bed). I was quick and got off first to wait for her. Because she bent over to put on her shoes, her top rode up, revealing a section of her white waist, making her round buttocks even more prominent. My little brother pitched a tent again. She put on her shoes, stood up, looked up at me, and seeing my stunned expression, she smiled.

To escape the awkwardness, I took the opportunity to try and pinch her nose again. Unexpectedly, this time she also tried, reaching out her hand to grab my nose. We both succeeded, and then we hugged each other.

A kiss…it was a hurried, passionate kiss, her slippery tongue slipping into my mouth, which I greedily sucked. Our tongues intertwined, and my tongue stubbornly pushed into her mouth, only to be immediately swept in and sucked away by An'er's slippery tongue.

My little brother… My hand, already defiant, pressed against Yue'er's lower abdomen. She gasped for breath. My right arm encircled her waist, while my left hand slipped under her clothes, then under her bra, and her breast was now in my grasp. Her nipples

felt small; I pinched them, gently rubbing them in a circular motion, then my fingers sank deep into her breasts, her full, soft flesh peeking out from between my fingers.

An'er moaned, her heavy breaths falling on my ear. I felt An'er needed my tenderness, so I lowered my head and cupped her dark red nipple, my tongue swirling around its tip, making it hard and erect. After a while, I took it into my mouth and sucked deeply. Yue'er freed her hand, pulling her breast away from me... She gasped, pulling the words from her mouth, "I can't take it anymore, let's go, I want it." She then rubbed her erection.

I couldn't take it anymore either, I wanted it too, I wanted what I'd been fantasizing about for so long… Leaving the private room, two young waitresses watched us. I saw Yue'er blush, and I smiled and nodded to one of them.

As the hotel room door closed, we embraced again. An'er wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs swaying as she coiled around my waist, our lips locked in a passionate kiss. Holding her like this, I walked step by step to the bed and pinned her down.

Our eyes met again, An'er clinging to me from below, my hands supporting me on the bed under her shoulders, her eyes burning with desire.

I tenderly lowered my head and kissed her forehead, then her nose, gently biting it. I looked up at her again; her eyes, slightly open and hazy, whispered reproachfully, "Brother, you're so naughty!" She then pouted her rosy lips and leaned in. Her lips were moist and soft, her tongue eagerly exploring my mouth. Her waist and back were full and felt wonderful to the touch. Holding her soft body, my little brother was already hard and pressing against her lower abdomen, causing a slight ache in my own.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and she cooperated by lifting her shoulders one by one so I could take it off. I also removed my own blouse and lifted her up, leaving only her black bra separating our upper bodies. We embraced, pressed together, and kissed. I kissed her earlobe, her chin, her neck, and then down to her exposed breasts. I stuck out my tongue, exploring the nipples at the edge of her bra. Her nipples were hard, incredibly elastic under my teasing tongue. She hugged me tightly, her hands constantly rubbing my back, moaning and calling out, "Ah...ah..." I instinctively reached behind her to unhook her bra, but after fumbling around for a while, I couldn't find the clasp. She said, "You're so clumsy." Then she lowered her head, gently moved in front of her, and the bra opened, her breasts popping out. She continued, "Silly boy!" I stared blankly at her breasts and said, "Hehe, I was studying your bra."

Her breasts were large, the nipples erect, a dark red, like two small cherries. The areolas weren't very large, with a small black mole next to them. Her breasts, like her body, were remarkably white.
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I couldn't help but kiss her again, kissing her greedily, sucking and playing with her nipples, while one hand grasped and caressed her other breast.

Yue'er was warm all over, softly slumped in my arms, panting with her little mouth open. My little brother was so hard it was painful, so I unbuckled my belt, grabbed Yue'er's hand, and led her to my pants. "Ah---" An'er cried out, greedily grabbing my little brother. Writing this, I think calling it "little brother" might not be quite accurate, perhaps it should be called the more common "big dick" hehe... But I've always felt that "little brother" is more cartoonish and cute. Sex is a cute and beautiful thing, why make it sound so fierce? ^_^ We've gone off-topic again.

I loosened An'er's belt, and she straightened her back so I could pull down her pants. Her black panties had lace, small and alluringly sexy. I caressed her warm, damp panties for a while before taking them off.

The completely naked Yue'er was now before me.

An'er's skin was so white and smooth, her pubic hair not too thick, her mons pubis plump. I parted her legs; her dark red labia were still closed, and glistening love juice was already flowing from the lower part of her labia. I gently parted her labia, revealing a tender, heartbreakingly pink interior. I covered her with my entire left hand, my middle finger gently wriggling between her labia. Yue'er panted, moaned, and writhed, "Ah... um... ah..." My hand was already covered in her... "Love fluid," I said, taking her hand up. A thin, transparent strand of fluid hung between my two fingers. I teased her, saying, "An'er, look what this is!" Her hazy eyes opened slightly, and she squeezed my waist between her legs. "Ah...you're so naughty!" Her clitoris was prominent, surrounded by a thin layer of tender flesh. I gently rubbed it with my wet fingers. An'er trembled, her breathing becoming heavier, and her clitoris became even more erect. She gasped, "Ah...ah. So good...you touch so well..." Feeling Yue'er's pleasure, I became even more excited, burying my head between her legs. My tongue moved up and down between her labia, mingling with her love fluid, making a smacking sound. A moment later, my nimble tongue... I then rotated and sucked on her erect clitoris. I inserted my long tongue as far as I could into her vagina, using the tip to swirl and scrape against the vaginal walls. After a short while, Yue'er suddenly clamped her head between her legs, arching her back, trembling all over, her eyes tightly closed, her small mouth open, just there. I was held like that for several seconds, then suddenly she released me and let out a long sigh. I knew she had orgasmed. Seeing An'er beneath me in such pleasure, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

My lips were sticky with her slippery love juice, and I climbed on top of her and kissed her. She sucked and writhed, her love juice and our saliva mingling together, and I could feel her immense pleasure. Yue'er's playful little... She reached into my pants and grabbed my raging little brother, hearing her urgent, muffled moans: "Come on, let's do it!"

Hearing her say that, my already swollen penis grew even larger, no longer fitting in my pants. I quickly stripped myself naked, my hard member pointing straight at her. The dark, glistening head of my penis rubbed up and down her vulva, deliberately teasing Yue'er, not penetrating further, just rubbing against her labia with her juices, occasionally touching her erect clitoris. An'er was getting impatient, calling me naughty. She grabbed my slightly upturned buttocks with both hands, pressing them against her body, her lower body thrusting upwards in response, panting: "Mmm…don't do this, please, come in…ah…" …Actually, I couldn't hold back any longer, so I stopped grinding and, pressing against the entrance of her vagina, began to slowly thrust in. As

soon as the head of my penis entered, I felt how tight she was inside, completely unlike the other two women I'd been with. Her vagina was incredibly tight! I paused and asked her, "Does it hurt?" She shook her head and said no, pressing her hands against my buttocks and pushing me in. I felt my entire being enter a warm, smooth, and squeezing place. I slowly moved in and out, feeling this familiar yet strange place respond to me, gripping and twisting… My heart felt so good! I thrust in and out, and An'er's expression didn't reveal whether she was in pain or enjoying it, but I knew it was the expression of a woman at the height of pleasure. I became even more… We worked hard, thrusting in and out vigorously, our lower bodies colliding and making "slap slap slap" sounds.

Her vagina was so tight, and I was so engrossed in my thrusting that I soon felt a tingling sensation and a dizzying rush. I thought to myself, "Oh no, I have to slow down immediately," but the flood was too strong. In a flash, a thought struck me: I can't ejaculate inside, I don't want her to get pregnant. So, in the midst of intense thrusting, I suddenly pulled out, and the gushing semen sprayed onto her breasts and lower abdomen.
This time, I didn't expect it to be so fast, completely different from usual. I held Yue'er in my arms and said to her, "Was I too fast?"

An'er gently stroked my limp penis and said to me, "It's okay, I've already..." "That felt so good! You filled me up completely, it felt so good!" Receiving An'er's praise made me feel incredibly happy. I told her, "Yours is so tight! It made my little brother cum so quickly!" An'er asked me in my arms, "Do you like how tight I am?" I kissed An'er's forehead and said, "Of course I like it!" Later, we took a shower together, and An'er even gave me oral sex, something I'd never experienced before. That afternoon, we did it five times, using all sorts of positions we liked, each time lasting longer than the last. An'er probably had seven or eight orgasms. After the last one, we clung to each other, both of us collapsed on the bed. The worst part was the hotel bed; the sheets were covered in our semen. Sorry, hotel staff.

From now on... We often secretly met, a secret between us. We were both very open with each other, openly telling each other about the opposite sex we'd been with. I knew she'd had four men, and she knew I'd had six. We cared for each other, confiding in each other about our emotional troubles. We comforted and cared for each other, but it wasn't love; it was more like infatuation. For people around 30, having extra love isn't happiness, it's a burden! We didn't want that burden. I only did what we liked, what we loved to do. We agreed not to disrupt each other's lives. Perhaps the most accurate description of our relationship would be "sexual friends."
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