One-night stands are so beautiful

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I've always been against one-night stands, feeling that sex without feelings is incomplete. But after experiencing one myself, I discovered that one-night stands can actually drive people crazy.

People care about their image. Even with people they meet online, many develop a relationship gradually, rarely mentioning sex. They meet based on feelings, but he and I started by talking about sex.

We met in a chat room. He was looking for women, and I jokingly greeted him, saying I had many prostitutes and asked what kind he liked. The jokes continued, but he thought I was serious and said, "Are you the legendary 'pimp'?" I didn't answer, and only when I logged off did I tell him I was lying.

When I met him again, we chatted again. He said I'd kept it a secret from him quite a bit. By then, we were chatting normally again. As the conversation started, we naturally drifted to sex. He asked me, "Are you sexually fulfilled?" To be honest, I was happy, but not sexually fulfilled. He said he was still a virgin, only having performed oral sex with his girlfriend. I said I was so envious; I'd never done oral sex before! He then asked about my sex life with my husband. My husband is a very traditional person and would never do oral sex, so I'd been looking forward to it. He said he really enjoyed oral sex and described it to me in detail, but even so, I never thought about meeting him in person, since we lived in different cities.

We got to know each other through playful banter, and later we even video chatted. Of course, we talked about more than just sex; we also talked about life in general. At least, I felt that almost every time we chatted, he wanted to video chat with me. He even suggested we see each other online, but I hated that kind of online passion, so he stopped insisting and continued text chatting. Although we sometimes video chatted, my microphone was always broken, so we mostly communicated through text.

We started chatting in the summer. Back then, I often wore skirts, and he said I had a great figure, but we just hadn't met. He also said my shyness made his heart flutter. He said he never expected someone as quiet and dignified as me to make such jokes with him at the beginning. Days passed slowly, and we got to know each other better, but we always kept things to ourselves. For example, I never let him know my specific city, even though we lived in the same province. The following May, I had to go to his city for some business, and I told him during our chat. He eagerly asked, "Can we meet?" I said, "We'll see, since I have business there."

Later, I got his phone number but didn't give him mine. I said, "I'll contact you if I have time."

He said, "If you can meet, let's meet. I'll give you oral sex." He knew that not having this experience would be a lifelong regret.

Honestly, his words touched me. I had actually been hoping for this opportunity, and he repeatedly assured me that he wouldn't affect me, saying we would only be together once and then never contact each other again, reassuring me. To be honest, at this point, he had already broken down my defenses, especially since he said he was a virgin, which made me feel more at ease. We had been chatting for almost a year, and I believed him.

After finishing my business, I hesitated whether to call him. Ultimately, I overcame my fear and sent him a text message: "I'm going home. I'm at the station now." He called me back, telling me to wait, that he would be right there, and beg me not to leave. He also told me that due to city traffic, it would take him about an hour. I sat on a bench outside the station, watching the flow of people, thinking about the person I was about to meet. I felt both excited and conflicted, because this was, after all, a meeting directly aimed at sex.

Night slowly fell, the city lights came on, and the city was especially beautiful under the neon lights. But there was always darkness where the lights didn't reach. I didn't know if I belonged to the darkness; the night always seemed to give people courage.

Just as I was lost in thought, the phone rang. He had arrived and said he was on the pedestrian overpass, telling me I'd see him as soon as I got up. I walked up the steps and saw a man standing at the corner above. He wasn't very tall. Although we'd video chatted, there's always a difference between a video and a real person. My heart skipped a beat; I know I'm quite particular about appearances. I watched the man as I climbed the steps. He didn't say anything, and I didn't dare greet him either. After all, I'd asked him about his height, so he shouldn't be short. After passing the man and turning the corner, I saw him in the middle of the bridge. He looked just like in the video. He saw me immediately too and quickly walked towards me.

"I never thought I'd actually meet you," were his first words. I smiled at him but didn't say anything. "Let's find a hotel first. Put your things down." I
agreed, and we got into a taxi together, letting him take me wherever he wanted. I wasn't very familiar with the city, and by nightfall I was completely disoriented, but I trusted him and felt at ease. We got out on a relatively bustling street, and he introduced me to the surroundings, talking about the future development plans for the area. He also mentioned that he'd heard there were many hotels along this street. We went into one, and wow, it was much more expensive than we expected. I suggested we go to another one, and we went to another one, even more expensive. He seemed a bit surprised, saying he hadn't expected hotels to be this expensive these days. The third one, although not very luxurious on the outside, had a clean room with a shower, and the sheets were spotless. The price was acceptable, so we decided to stay there. Surprisingly, all the staff were men. After checking the bathroom facilities, the staff left.

After they left, he said to me, "Leave your things at the hotel. I'll take you out for a meal, and then I'll take you to a disco. You don't need to bring anything."

It was May, and the weather was already a bit warm. I was wearing light blue jeans and a cream-colored pullover blouse. My long, flowing hair made me look youthful and refreshed. I listened to him and left all my belongings at the hotel, since I didn't have my phone with me. He asked me, "What if your husband contacts you?" Actually, I had just contacted my husband, and knowing his personality, he wouldn't contact me again that night. So I said, "It's okay, I just contacted him, and no one else has contacted me." After

leaving the hotel, we walked along the sidewalk, looking for something. At that moment, he naturally took my hand. I didn't refuse. It had been a long time since I'd felt someone hold my hand like this; it felt like a dream.

We walked hand in hand along the sidewalk, feeling like lovers in the throes of passion.

After eating at a restaurant, we went to a nearby disco. It was my first time in such a place, and it was very novel. The disco was beautifully decorated, with dim lighting.

Since it was still early and there weren't many people, we sat at the same table.

Then his hands started getting restless, moving closer to touch my buttocks, and telling me to relax. He said that since we'd decided to be together, we shouldn't be reserved; tomorrow we'd go back to our own lives, and now we should enjoy ourselves. I agreed with his point of view, so I didn't refuse much, just smiled at him to show my agreement, feeling embarrassed. Even so, he remained in that position, saying, "Your butt is so perky." Because I was wearing jeans, the sensation wasn't very strong, but I felt I couldn't refuse. After all, we had both agreed on the purpose of our meeting from the beginning—so direct, so driven by primal desires. Since I had already decided to give myself to him, why be afraid of letting him touch me? Besides, he was a gentleman, not the lecherous type, and at least he respected me.

We waited for a long time, but there weren't many people, and the lead dancer hadn't started yet, so we finally decided to leave. To be honest, we were both a little disappointed. He later told me that he had originally planned to make a move during the dance. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

After leaving the disco, we walked back along the road. There weren't many pedestrians on the street at this time. By then, he had moved from holding my hand to having his arm around my shoulder. After a while, he put his hand on my waist, hugged me tightly, and said, "Your waist is so thin." He also said that my legs were very straight and beautiful, and that he liked them very much. My legs are indeed very beautiful, straight and thin. If there's one thing that's almost the same as Girls' Generation, it's my legs. Although I'm only 4 pounds heavier than I was in Girls' Generation, some parts are still not as good as before. Even so, many people envy my figure, because I've maintained my figure quite well, and I'm still very confident about that.

We strolled around for a while, bought some food, drinks, and supplies, and then decided to go back to the hotel.

Back at the hotel, the first thing to do was naturally to take a shower. He said he was going to meet me, so he had already showered at home, but he still said he wanted to shower with me. I didn't agree, because I was still a little embarrassed.

He told me he would wait, and then I went into the bathroom. After I took off my clothes and had been washing for a while, he knocked on the door and said he wanted to come in. I quickly went to close the door, having trusted him too much at first, and didn't bolt it. By the time I got there, he had already pushed the door open, and he had already taken off his clothes. At that moment, we were practically naked facing each other, which was incredibly awkward. He said to me, "Let me help you wash." At that moment, I couldn't describe how I felt. I comforted myself by thinking, "What's done is done." Then, I secretly glanced at his genitals. It was an amazing penis. I marveled at the greatness of the Creator and felt frustrated by my husband's small penis. Compared to my husband, his penis was incredibly impressive. I had seen some videos before, and his penis was long and thick, and a bit dark. I felt a surge of secret joy, glad that I had met a rare gem among men. I
didn't agree or disagree. He began washing every part of my body, paying special attention to certain areas. I accepted his service; after all, we had an agreement, so we should at least be clean and hygienic.

After washing, he rinsed one wall of the bathroom with the tap, keeping it slightly warm. He had me lean against the wall, lifted one leg, and placed his head towards my genitals. A wave of dizziness washed over me as I experienced oral sex, a feeling I hadn't felt in a long time. However, because he used too much force, I was already being forcefully sucked before I could even get into the mood. Besides, lifting one leg was a bit tiring, so I suggested we go to the bed.

He dried me off, and we moved on to our new territory.

The bed was clean; the pristine white sheets seemed ready for us to create our own pictures. I lay on the bed and said, "Can I give you oral sex?" "Of course, I couldn't be happier. I gave him an encouraging look, and he eagerly buried himself in his work. Later, he asked me to put a pillow under my waist, saying it would be more convenient for him. I listened to him; perhaps a pillow under my waist would be more comfortable for him to use his mouth.

He kissed me very attentively and carefully, occasionally gently biting my clitoris while holding it in his mouth. He swirled his tongue inside my vagina, and I felt a pleasure I had never experienced before. My lower body was a vast ocean, and I couldn't help but make sounds. Usually, I'm silent with my husband, but with him, I later realized how crazy I had been.

At first, I didn't dare to express myself too much, but he kept telling me to open up, that we might never see each other again, and to enjoy this primal pleasure together. Because of his words and the physical contact between us, I felt like I was on fire, a long-lost passion."

He kissed me greedily, and I was intoxicated by the long-lost pleasure, the kind of pleasure I had dreamed of. I lay on the bed, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the sensual pleasure. Occasionally, I would prop myself up to look at him, to see his expression. Once, I saw him looking up at me, while simultaneously "working." We stared at each other for a few seconds, then I quickly lay back down, avoiding his gaze. The feeling at that moment could be described as: "awkward, shy, and yet blissful."

He used his mouth for a while, then gently inserted his hand into my vagina. By then, my whole body was weak and limp. He continued "working" with his mouth on my labia while simultaneously inserting his hand into my vagina, both working at the same time. It felt incredibly good.

After a while, he said he wanted to penetrate, but he was worried he couldn't do it because he said he often masturbated and always doubted himself. This was his first real sexual experience. Although he had girlfriends before, they only allowed him to use their mouths, not to penetrate. He even bought a special ointment for this. I was too embarrassed to look at his ointment too much, but I felt I should make him confident, which was good for both of us. I encouraged him to believe in himself, saying that masturbation was a normal human behavior and wouldn't affect sex. With my explanation, he became more confident than before, and at this point, he was very aroused. He finally found the right spot. Because my body was already in the mood, even with his large member entering, I didn't feel the usual pain. I just felt my vagina was full. He slowly entered, and when his penis was almost fully inside, he suddenly pushed, hitting the bottom in one go. The deep sensation felt like entering the uterus, a feeling I had never experienced before. It also stimulated other nerves, which I had almost never felt before.

As he moved, my two previously unstimulated nerves became unusually sensitive. Each thrust made me feel so out of control that I couldn't help but cry out. Seeing my reaction, perhaps it gave him confidence, and he said, "If you had met me when I was 17 or 18, you would have been dead." You're really great. I told

him, "I know, a man's first time is very important; it affects his future performance. Besides, I really feel good." After a while, he said he couldn't hold back anymore and was about to ejaculate. I told him not to control himself and to do whatever he wanted. Finally, after several vigorous thrusts, he lay limply on top of me, saying, "It feels so good." I stroked his hair and gently caressed his back, saying, "You really are great."

Perhaps because of my encouragement, he also gained confidence. After a while, he told me he wanted to kiss my genitals. I told him, "You can do whatever you want today. I've given myself to you, and you know I've been looking forward to this." And so he began a new round of "work." This time, I tried my best to help him. To make it easier for him to kiss me, I even opened the first door for him so he could kiss me more freely. I felt liquid running down my body onto my sheets because I could feel my lower body was wet. He kept exclaiming how wet I was!
Later, we kept changing positions, trying out ways to make each other happier. He watched a lot of those kinds of movies and tried many things, but in the end, he liked me kneeling on the bed with my hands on the edge of the bed and my waist bent down. This position showed off the curves of my body. He put his head under me and sucked on my clitoris. For a while, he even kissed around my anus, but I didn't feel anything from that. In the end, he used this position to thrust twice, making me almost beg him for mercy. Because of the size of his penis, every thrust made me feel so good that I couldn't stop. Although I didn't get the orgasm I was looking forward to, it was really, really comfortable.

Around 2 a.m., we were both exhausted. We finished all the drinks and water we had bought, but we were still thirsty. We cuddled together and fell asleep quickly. I was surprised that I could fall asleep so easily with a strange man lying next to me.

Around 6 a.m. the next day, I woke up. He was still asleep, but he woke up as soon as I moved. He asked, "Did you sleep well?"

I said, "I slept very well. How about you?"

"I didn't sleep well at all; I didn't sleep soundly." He had told me that not many people checked this area, so I felt safe. I hadn't expected that he himself hadn't slept well.

"Besides, I didn't dare to move too much when I saw you sleeping, afraid of disturbing you."

Hearing him say that, I felt a little touched. He was a man who knew how to care for others. Even though we had just met, he had always acted like a gentleman. He took care of me during dinner, paid attention to me while we walked hand in hand, and even ran a long way for me to get an ice cream, even though it was almost 11 pm and the ice cream vendors were mostly closing up shop.

We chatted, and his hand started caressing me again. We quickly got into the mood and made love again, both knowing this might be our last.

Afterwards, we lay in bed and chatted. I learned about his workplace and profession, but I didn't ask his name. Other things were mentioned casually during our conversation. Even so, I would absolutely keep our promise not to disturb each other, only seeking a moment of pleasure without affecting each other's lives.

We slept until almost 8 am before getting up. He said he would take me to where I wanted to go. I got up and went downstairs to pay the bill. On the way down the stairs, my high heels somehow slipped and I tumbled down three steps before the turn. Although it was only three steps, it left me sitting there unable to get up. I felt like God was punishing me for my indulgence.

The waiter and he helped me up. I sat on the carpet, and he picked up my fallen shoe, put it back on, and asked me with concern, "Is the injury serious?" He rubbed it with his hand, but then hesitated to do so because the waiter was around. I was terrified, thinking I wouldn't be able to walk, but after sitting for a while, it didn't seem too bad. I told him I'd be fine after sitting for a bit, and when I stood up, I saw a large bruise on my ankle.

After leaving the hotel, he kept asking how my foot was. I said it was nothing serious, just a little sore. Finally, he drove me to where I was going, waved goodbye, and I waved back. As I closed the car door, I said goodbye to him in my heart.

But though we said goodbye physically, my heart remained connected. On the way home, I occasionally thought about our time together, but soon I fell asleep, having only slept for four hours that night.

After returning home, I suddenly faced a very important exam, and time was tight. I immediately threw myself into the battle. During that time, I only thought of him occasionally, but sometimes I secretly prayed that my indulgence this time wouldn't punish me for this exam. I even knelt down and prayed devoutly a few times. Heaven rewards those who persevere; when the exam results were announced, I was at the top of the list and passed smoothly. The joy I felt was indescribable.

With a happy heart, I went online and left him a message telling him about my recent situation. He later replied that he had always wanted to leave me a message, but he was too shy because of his promise to me.

Another time, we happened to run into each other, and we had developed a tacit understanding. He wanted to video chat with me, saying he missed me and wanted to see me. But when I faced him this time, I wasn't as at ease as before. Finally, at his repeated requests, I accepted his video call. Seeing his face, which I had seen many times before, on the other side of me again immediately reminded me of how he kissed me that night. Even on the computer screen, I felt a little embarrassed. Later, I told him, "Let's turn it off and chat by text. That way, I can better express my feelings. I feel really embarrassed looking at you."

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