Going to the wrong toilet but finding the right girlfriend

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I've only been in university for a little over a month, and I already had a strange encounter. I never imagined that the attitudes towards sex between men and women in university would be so different from what I experienced in high school.

The first time I went to a lab class, I needed to use the restroom halfway through. I went out to find one, but because it was a lab building, the corridor was deserted. At the end, I found a restroom with a curtain that said "Men's." I quickly lifted the curtain and went in, only to find a girl inside who had just finished urinating. Her pants were pulled down to her knees, and she was standing there with her legs spread, carefully wiping

her genitals with a tissue. At 18, this was the first time I'd ever seen an adult woman's genitals. I froze, feeling a rush of heat from my feet to my head, then to my scrotum, hot and throbbing. I felt my penis begin to swell. I didn't pay attention to whether the girl was pretty or not; I just stared blankly at her labia being parted with her fingers, forgetting that I should look away.

The girl was probably a junior or senior. Seeing me staring blankly at her genitals, she didn't seem bothered at all. She calmly wiped herself a few times, tossed the tissue into the trash can, and deliberately exposed her genitals towards me, saying in a teasing tone, "Is it really that good-looking? Want to come over and take a closer look? You're a freshman, first time doing an experiment, right? The men's restroom is across the street. We often deliberately hang the wrong curtain to tease you new students."

She giggled, slowly pulling up her briefs and then her jeans. Startled, I quickly backed out, drenched in sweat.

Afterward, my heart was racing, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. Dizzy and confused, I walked into the men's restroom across the street, behind a curtain with the word "Women's" on it. The men's restroom had two parallel rows of squat toilets. Lost in thought, I stepped onto one, and as I pulled down my pants, my erect penis sprang out, standing straight up. My mind was still preoccupied with the senior's alluring vulva and pubic hair.

Because of the shocking scene I'd just witnessed, the urge to defecate vanished. Squatting there, my penis felt uncomfortably swollen, so I glanced down. Suddenly, I noticed something unusual out of the corner of my eye. Turning my head, I was stunned again: A girl was squatting in the opposite stall on the right, staring wide-eyed at my buttocks and penis.

Her pants were pulled down to her calves, and she was peeling off a sanitary napkin from her underwear. She was probably just as stunned as I was. Coincidentally, we were squatting in opposite directions, face to face. I looked closely and recognized her as a girl from my class. She was staring blankly at my lower body, probably startled by my long, thick penis, and hadn't expected that she was also naked from the waist down, her buttocks and thighs completely exposed to me. We both stared at each other's buttocks for a good half minute.

Suddenly, we both snapped out of it and hurriedly pulled up our pants. She had fair skin and a petite figure. As she stood up, my eyes immediately swept over her lower abdomen and genitals. I noticed that she had very little pubic hair, her labia majora were red, and her labia minora were well-developed, protruding beyond the labia majora when she stood up, which made my heart race.

What happened next was something I hadn't expected. After pulling up her underwear, she quickly pulled up her pants. When I stood up, I forgot about my erect penis, a full 17 centimeters long and 36 millimeters thick, so conspicuously facing her. Now it was completely exposed to her. I frantically tried to stuff it into my pants. As any guy knows, an erect penis is very difficult to bend and put into jeans; bending it is painful and can cause injury. I started sweating again.

I glanced at her and saw her mouth slightly open, staring blankly at me fiddling with that large penis. When she saw me looking at her, her face turned bright red, and she lowered her head. Suddenly, she noticed the bloodstained sanitary napkin in her hand and quickly threw it into the toilet. Startled by her, the blood in my penis finally subsided, softened, and shrank a bit, finally allowing me to put it in my pants and zip it up.

Afterwards, we had a conversation that, inexplicably, still makes me shudder to this day, proving that we had both entered a state of mental chaos.

Mei Mei: "Going to the bathroom?" (God knows why she asked such a meaningless question.)

Me: "Yeah, you're here too?" (I really didn't think before I spoke, my logic was completely off, and I followed her line of nonsense. I swear to God, I meant she was also here to use the bathroom, not that I was asking if she had her period.)

Mei Mei: "Yeah! (I noticed her face was very red and she was sweating.) What bad luck, it came several days early." (It seems her thinking is also chaotic, not much better than mine, she mistook me for a female classmate.)

"..." (Speechless, we really couldn't find anything to say.)

Finally, at this moment, we both pulled up our pants. Mei Mei's expression returned to normal a bit, and my thinking also started to catch on. Suddenly, we both said in unison: "You went into the wrong bathroom, didn't you?" After saying this, Mei Mei stared at me steadily. To be honest, she was very pretty, with big eyes.

Mei Mei: "This is the women's restroom! It says so on the curtain, doesn't it?" (Her tone became firmer, implying that a college student didn't know the difference between men's and women's restrooms? It seemed that if I couldn't find evidence that I'd gone into the wrong restroom, she might think I deliberately came in to peep at her and consider me a pervert.)

I almost collapsed again. Being accused of going into the wrong restroom twice in one day by a girl—if word got out, I might as well quit college. But I couldn't explain that I'd gone into the other restroom, seen a girl urinating, and been kicked out, so I went into this one. I felt like my brain was a bucket of glue, completely stuck and unable to think.

Finally, luckily, I found extremely strong evidence to prove my innocence. I said something to her that I have to admire myself for: "This is the men's restroom! I asked, the curtain was just hanging in the wrong place. Surely that urinal isn't for women, is it?" With that, I proudly pointed to the very typical men's urinal inside the restroom.

Sure enough, this was extremely damaging; her face turned even redder than before. Her head was drooping, and she mumbled softly to me, "Oh dear, I didn't notice. Please don't tell anyone. Could you cover me for a bit? I still need to change my things. The girls' restroom across the street is used by guys, and I'm too scared to go in there!" After that startling eye contact, coupled with the shock of realizing she'd gone to the wrong restroom, her mind was probably in complete disarray. She'd completely forgotten I was a guy and actually asked me to help her change her sanitary napkin.

So, an even stranger scene unfolded: for the next few minutes, she hid behind me changing her sanitary napkin. At this point, my mind cleared a bit. Knowing I couldn't miss this opportunity, I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye as she turned her back to me, pulled her pants down to halfway up her thighs, and bent over to wipe away the secretions that had stained her underwear after hastily pulling it up. Because she was wearing a short t-shirt, her round, white buttocks were sticking up more than half a meter away from me, completely naked from her waist to her thighs. Her smooth buttocks were incredibly beautiful. I had never imagined that a woman's buttocks could be so beautiful, especially so close to me.

She seemed completely unaware that I was peeking. Her half-bent body allowed me a clear view of her deep red anus and half of her vulva. Her plump, pink labia majora were partially closed, and her well-developed, red labia minora protruded high. I felt as if I had been electrocuted, my blood rushing to my head. Although I didn't dare touch her yet, the visual stimulation of seeing female genitalia for the second time excited me excessively, and the ensuing sexual urge made me unable to hold back any longer. I knew I was about to ejaculate.

Because it was October and I was wearing little clothing, I was afraid of getting my pants wet from ejaculation, so I unzipped my pants before ejaculating and pulled out my thick, hard penis. I lost control; I didn't care if the sky fell. I simply turned around and stared intently at her beautiful buttocks and genitals, masturbating rapidly and excitedly as I watched. Perhaps my heavy breathing startled her, or perhaps she had already changed her sanitary napkin. As she pulled up her underwear, she straightened up and turned around. The scene before her shocked her even more. I believe she had never seen such a large penis and a purplish, swollen glans so close before. She must have mistakenly thought I had injured myself and that it was swollen, because she seemed unaware of what I was doing. She uttered a classic, concerned question: "Are you in a lot of pain?"

With that soft question, I reached my climax. My ejaculation was unleashed, and thick semen gushed out more than a meter. My heart skipped a beat. Looking at her again, I saw her face flushed, one hand covering her mouth to stifle a cry, the other pulling at her unbuttoned pants, her eyes fixed on my still-ejaculating penis, her face full of astonishment.

Finally, I finished ejaculating. I even used my hand to squeeze the semen from the base of my penis back up twice, wiped my gradually softening penis with toilet paper, tucked it back into my underwear, and zipped it up. Strangely, she seemed frozen in place the entire time, neither leaving nor screaming, simply watching my ejaculation performance with astonishment as I wiped my penis clean and put on my pants. I could feel her breathing was as rapid as mine.

After calming down, we were in a stalemate again, me looking at her, her looking at me. I was puzzled; we were both probably a little out of sorts today, acting strangely. She didn't seem inclined to leave immediately. Instead, she looked at me, then at the large puddle of semen on the floor, her expression very odd. Then she said something that made me incredibly embarrassed: "Are you done? Was that semen in there?" I could only nod awkwardly. Then, thankfully, she reminded me, "With so much, won't people see?"

Luckily, the restroom was at the end of the corridor, and there were very few people walking around in the lab building. In desperation, I asked her for a few tissues that girls usually carry and hastily wiped the semen off the floor. I looked up and saw her smiling knowingly, watching me do this with great interest. Afterwards, she looked at my sweaty, embarrassed face, chuckled, glanced left and right at the door, and slipped out.

I slowly calmed myself down, relieved myself again, and returned to the lab. As I entered, I secretly glanced around; everyone was focused on their experiments, no one was paying attention to me. I noticed she was the only one watching me come in, so I deliberately ignored her and continued with my experiment. Throughout the afternoon's experiments, I sensed her unusually excited state. She neglected her experiments, intentionally walking past me several times, and stopping a few times to chat idly with her colleagues. I clearly felt that even while she was talking to others, her eyes were definitely on me, watching my expression, but I never looked at her. Yet, her beautiful, snow-white, round buttocks and her red labia kept flashing through my mind. The stimulation was so intense that night, I dreamt of her—a erotic dream of having sex with her—and even had a wet dream. Afraid my roommate would find out, I carefully changed my underwear.

The next day, nothing happened. I knew she hadn't told anyone about it, and I was very grateful to her. A few days later, she started deliberately asking me for favors, and I didn't dare refuse. Whenever I saw her, her beautiful round buttocks and red vulva would immediately appear in my mind's eye, and my penis would involuntarily become erect. She must have noticed this, because when no one was looking, she would always stare at my crotch with a strange expression, causing me to involuntarily get a large bulge, which made me very embarrassed and uncomfortable, while she seemed very happy. I was a little afraid to see her. If I saw her coming from a distance, I would quickly take a detour to escape, but several times she would suddenly appear in front of me out of nowhere, deliberately trying to talk to me, making me feel like she was watching me.

In the week following the toilet incident, during our interactions, I clearly felt that she seemed hesitant about what to say. I always felt that I wouldn't be able to rest easy so easily, and I was burdened with worries again. A few days later, she finally couldn't hold back any longer. One evening after dinner, she asked me to meet her at the school playground. I knew this matter needed to be resolved, so I didn't dare not go, and I also prayed that she didn't mean any harm. We had our first discussion about that matter. The questions she asked were completely unexpected, and to this day I still don't understand how girls think.

After we met, I've forgotten what she said incoherently. I knew the main point hadn't even started yet, so I let her talk. Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind and asked a question I never expected: "Were you... were you... masturbating that day?"

I stared at her, speechless, sweating profusely. Her big eyes were fixed on me, but she didn't seem to be mocking me. I said sheepishly, "Yes!"

Then she asked, "That day, what came out of your... was it really... semen? Don't lie to me."

I didn't know what she was thinking, so I could only answer, "Yes, I'm not lying to you."

She seemed quite satisfied. After thinking for a while, she said shyly, "That day when I saw you take off your pants and squat down, your... your... thing was very big and long. Is that what people call an 'erection'?"

At that moment, I felt like a criminal, answering every question without hesitation: "It was an erection."

Unexpectedly, she then asked a crucial question: "People say that men only get erections when they are sexually aroused. Why were you like that as soon as you came in? Did you come in on purpose so I could see?"

After asking the question, she stared intently into my eyes. My head went blank for a moment, my thoughts almost went haywire again. This question stumped me. After hesitating for a while, I decided it was better to be honest (I deliberately spoke vaguely). So I said I had gone into another restroom and saw a female senior urinating, so that's how it happened.

I never thought I could get away with these details in front of a girl. She relentlessly pressed me, asking why I got an erection just from seeing her urinating, implying I must have seen something. Finally, I gave in and confessed everything, saying I saw the senior's parted labia, which triggered sexual stimulation and caused my erection.

She seemed very excited, asking incredibly probing questions, even finding out that the senior had thick pubic hair. I admired her ability to get to the bottom of things. These questions must have been on her mind for a long time, and she wouldn't give up until she got to the bottom of them.

I saw her return to her mischievous, smiling expression, seemingly satisfied, thinking the matter was over. But she didn't seem inclined to let me go. From the look in her eyes, I could clearly sense she was thinking about something, which made me feel confused and uneasy.

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she asked the question I feared most: "That day, did you masturbate because...because you peeked at me?" My scalp tightened, and of course, I denied it outright.

"But you had already put your pants on, so why did you take it out again? And why was it so hard and long?" I stammered, sweating profusely.

"That day, when you put your pants on, I saw that your...thing had already shrunk and softened. You yourself said that men only get erections when they are sexually aroused. You must have peeked at me, otherwise why would it get hard and big, why would you masturbate behind me, and...and...ejaculate?" She asked relentlessly. I stared blankly at her, unsure of her purpose, and dared not answer. At that moment, I felt like a complete fool.

"Tell me, did you peek at me or not? What did you see?"

I was still thinking about how to answer without angering her when suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: she didn't seem angry at all; instead, she seemed to expect me to admit that I had peeked. I knew that whether I faced it or not, I would be in trouble, so I steeled myself and said, "Yes, I peeked at you. I'm sorry." I couldn't tell how she would react; she didn't seem to care about my answer. Her eyes were a little dazed as she thought about something. I wasn't sure, but somehow she seemed a little excited.

"Then...then...where did you see me? My...you know, you saw it too?" she stammered, asking again. I realized she wouldn't give up until she asked, and I really didn't understand the logic of girls' thinking. Since I'd already admitted it, I might as well confess everything and get it over with: "Yes, I saw everything. I was so excited I felt like I was about to ejaculate that I masturbated. It's not my fault, guys all do that."

She stared at me intently, clearly a little agitated: "Don't lie to me, did you really see it? Even my...you know, a girl's...you know, you saw it too?" I really didn't understand why she was so interested in this detail, insisting on confirming that I had indeed seen her genitals.

"Yes, I not only saw your entire buttocks, but also most of your genitals. Forget it, let's not pursue this further. You saw my entire penis, and you even saw me masturbate and ejaculate. You didn't lose out, let's call it even. I apologize." Afraid she'd get angry, I said calmly.

"Did you really get an erection and masturbate because you saw my...that?" She pressed for details.

"Really, I've never seen a woman's genitals before. You're not only very beautiful, but yours is also so beautiful, it fascinates me. So when I saw it, I couldn't resist. Because I was afraid of ejaculating in my pants, I took it out and masturbated on the floor. I'm really sorry, it's also because you're too beautiful." I thought I should flatter her a bit to inflate her vanity and make things easier.

She didn't seem angry, nor did she ask any further questions. She stared into the distance for a while, then said, "Go back," but sat there without moving, lost in thought.

Back in my dorm, I couldn't sleep, my mind preoccupied. I kept thinking about the whole thing, and it seemed the situation wasn't so bad. The next day, I watched her with unease, and seeing that she was still happy, I finally felt relieved.

She kept asking me to do things, and to please her, I worked very hard. Later, she repeated the same questions to me several times. I even described how I noticed her well-developed labia minora, the color of her genitals, her sparse pubic hair, and her attractive anus. She finally believed that I had seen her private parts completely. Moreover, I maliciously described how beautiful and alluring her genitals and buttocks were, and she seemed happy and satisfied. What a naive and adorable little girl.

After that, her questions became increasingly explicit. She started inquiring about male sexual physiology, even asking me how a penis gets erect, whether it hurts or feels good, what methods men use for masturbation, how they ejaculate, what ejaculation feels like, and so on. I deliberately spoke in a mysterious and climax-like manner. I also pretended to be honest and told her about the obscene dreams I had during my many nocturnal emissions, exaggerating and fabricating all sorts of things. She believed me without question and was very interested, often showing a strong curiosity and a fascinated expression. She had no idea that I was secretly seducing her.

Our conversations became increasingly unrestrained. I had grasped her mindset, and my compliments and praises flowed more and more naturally. She loved it when I said she was beautiful, and even when I said I had inappropriate thoughts about her, often getting an erection from thinking about her, she never got angry. She wasn't as shy as before. Our classmates, seeing her always sticking to me, never suspected anything amiss, assuming we were a couple, and no one asked her out anymore. We never explained ourselves, making it easier to be together. Besides discussing homework and exams, we'd talk about obscene things. She'd ask about the romantic escapades of boys she was interested in, and I'd play along, making up lewd stories for her, which she enjoyed immensely.

We were so familiar that we could talk about anything, without any reservations. She even jokingly asked me a few times: "Do you want to see my genitals again?" I told her I absolutely wanted to see her; it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever wanted to see in the world. She laughed at me, calling me a hopeless pervert, and said she'd allow me to dream about her, to play with her genitals, and even to ejaculate inside her—she wouldn't care.

Many times I actually dreamed of having sex with her and ejaculating, and I told her about it while we were talking nonsense. Despite her refined and proper demeanor in public, she repeatedly asked detailed questions about the details of our dreams, wanting to hear them again and again, without getting annoyed or finding it vulgar. I think the first time she witnessed a man ejaculate in front of her was a deeply traumatic experience, giving her an unusual interest in ejaculation. Also, our unusual encounter broke down our facades, eliminating any sexual barriers.

Gradually, I noticed she seemed to really want me to dream about her, and she insisted on knowing exactly whether we had sex. She loved listening to my lewd dream accounts, asking detailed questions, even about penetration and whether I ejaculated. Actually, many dreams are forgotten upon waking, and I couldn't possibly remember so many details. To satisfy her, I had to make up some scenarios to amuse her, and she actually blushed and listened with great interest. Eventually, I also started to enjoy her asking these stimulating and provocative questions; our mental states both became somewhat lewd.

However, it should be noted that although we talked intimately, babbling incoherently, even using words like "fuck" and "sex," and no longer using vague terms like "that" or "this," but directly using obscene words like "egg" and "roe," we never actually crossed any lines. Although she had an unusually strong interest in sex, she was still a very well-behaved girl, and I was a very cautious and timid person, not wanting to make any mistakes that would affect my studies and future. So, we only indulged our fantasies verbally; we talked about sex in splendid terms, but neither of us dared to take any real action. I was a very diligent student, and she was even a class leader. We never engaged in vulgar behavior or used foul language in public.

The following summer, during a casual conversation, she asked me again if I really wanted to see hers (she had long since stopped using "that" to refer to her genitals). I said I desperately wanted to, and she said she felt sorry for me and would grant my wish, promising to let me see it carefully the next day. This excited me all night.

The next afternoon, when we had no classes, she wore a very pretty dress and took me to a quiet corner of the playground. She looked around and said there were very few people on the playground in the afternoon, with only a few students playing soccer in the distance. She assured me it was absolutely safe there, as very few people would pass by in the afternoon. She had carefully observed and checked the area because there was a large circle of dense, chest-high saplings around us. Even if someone passed by, they would be at least 20 meters away, and we could see everything far away. She assured me that we could see others, while others wouldn't be able to see anything in the shadows behind the trees. She told me not to worry, and it seemed she had been preparing for this for a long time.

She sat at one end of the bench, making me stand in front of her. She wanted me to take out my penis and show her my testicles (her exact words), then demonstrate the process of penile erection. I was more than willing, so I quickly unzipped my pants, pulled out my limp penis, and stroked it a few times. To let her see clearly, I let go. Under her beautiful gaze, I began to get excited. My penis became engorged with blood, throbbing and erect, slowly growing thicker and longer, standing erect. Her head was at the same level as my penis, her eyes about 20 centimeters away. This was a very close-up view of a man's erect penis. I knew she had wanted to see a penis for a long time; yesterday, asking me to show her genitals was just an excuse. Her real purpose was to see mine, and I was more than willing.

She was flushed with excitement, her breathing heavy, her beautiful eyes fixed on me without blinking. In order to please her, I knew I had to give a good demonstration of what an erect penis looked like today, so I secretly tried to contract my pelvic floor muscles to make my penis more engorged with blood, making it very long and thick, with visible blood vessels on the surface, and the glans turning purple and swelling up like a small egg. She stared wide-eyed and slightly opened her mouth, her surprised expression was extremely cute, which made me even more excited, and I felt very heroic today.

To excite her even more, I pulled my scrotum out of my pants, so my testicles hung under my erect penis. She was completely mesmerized; it was undoubtedly the most amazing and sexually stimulating thing she had ever seen in her life. Seeing her intense desire, I offered to let her touch it. She hesitated, then tentatively extended a finger to touch my penis, her hand trembling slightly. I grabbed her hand, and when she tried to pull it back, I firmly pulled it closer, placing her palm directly on my testicles and gently stroking them. After I released her, she didn't pull her hand away, continuing to slowly feel the size of my testicles, blinking her large eyes with a completely mesmerized expression. Seeing that she was no longer nervous, I told her to hold my penis, letting her feel its heat and hardness. She held it gently without moving, so I told her to hold it harder and experience it. Her hand was warm and soft, and I told her to stroke my penis back and forth, which felt incredibly good.

She looked at and touched me repeatedly for over ten minutes, then told me to masturbate to ejaculation. "My ejaculation range can reach 1.5 meters!" I said proudly. "Really? Then watch mine, hurry up and ejaculate for me!" she said eagerly, sitting there with her legs bent and spread wide apart. I looked and saw that she was well-prepared. She wasn't wearing underwear; she had pulled her skirt up to her thighs, leaving her genitals completely exposed. I could see very clearly up close. Her thighs were very smooth and white, and her labia majora were highly erect, probably due to sexual arousal and engorgement. Her labia minora, which used to be red, were now purplish-red. Because her legs were spread wide, her vulva was slightly open, revealing the vaginal opening. Her labia majora were smooth, and due to her heightened sexual desire, they were completely soaked with vaginal fluid.

This was the first time in my life I had seen a woman's bare thighs and an adult woman's genitals so clearly up close. I was completely mesmerized by how beautiful a woman's genitals were. My head was spinning, and I involuntarily gripped my penis and began to masturbate wildly. After only a few dozen strokes, I ejaculated. Her eyes were glued to the gushing semen, and she laughed incessantly when my ejaculation went far.

She watched my entire erection and ejaculation process until my penis went limp. Then she carefully squeezed it and shook it, wondering why it had become so small. Finally, she dipped a drop of semen in her fingertip and rubbed it between two fingers, experiencing its slippery texture, satisfying her curiosity. I believe she, like me, had never experienced such obscene and frenzied

activity before. Later, she often came to me to do this for her, thoroughly enjoying it. We also touched each other many times. She loved touching my penis, letting it slowly become erect, hard, and large in her hands, masturbating me each time and watching me ejaculate.

She often asked me to touch her vulva, but she always warned me that I was absolutely not allowed to insert my fingers into her vagina. She only asked me to massage her clitoris and labia majora and minora, and she would quickly reach orgasm. Because I liked her very much and respected her, and I am a very trustworthy person, I never broke her rules.

Many times, I really wanted to have sex, but she wouldn't allow it, so she came up with this method: she would have me stand behind her, hug her, lift her skirt, pull down her panties, and tightly clamp my penis between her buttocks and inner thighs, asking me to thrust into her buttocks as if we were having real sex. I really liked this feeling; my penis poking into her soft buttocks was more stimulating and comfortable than masturbation.

While doing this, her back was close to mine, and she asked me to put my hands under her skirt to massage her clitoris and labia minora. Soon, she would tremble all over and reach orgasm. I found that she had a very strong sex drive and aroused very quickly; she often had several orgasms before I ejaculated.

Our relationship became closer and closer, and our classmates all thought we were a couple and never suspected us, which avoided a lot of trouble. And so, we lived peacefully, maintaining this inexplicable "friendship in the toilet" (that's what she called it) until graduation. We touched every part of each other's bodies; she even showed me her hymen. I licked her genitals and sucked her breasts, she gave me oral sex, and we even tasted semen, but we never had actual intercourse. I don't know what I did wrong; it was truly bizarre.

After graduation, we lost contact for a while. I dated a few girlfriends, but I didn't feel anything for any of them. I still missed her terribly, dreaming about her many times, each time resulting in nocturnal emissions. A year later, she called my home. Hearing her voice made me incredibly excited. It turned out she had found a great job in the city. She said she always missed me, couldn't forget me, and often dreamed about me, asking if I had a girlfriend. I was overjoyed.

Later, she became my wife. She told me that she never felt passionate about other guys she dated, and she never dared to speak as freely and unrestrainedly as she did with me. She missed the carefree feeling she had when she was with me; she longed for the feeling of being with me, just like my emotions. We were practically a match made in heaven; for her, it was like going to the wrong toilet and marrying the right man.

She was still fascinated by my penis, and remained just as interested in its erection and ejaculation. This must be what sexologists say: the first and most intense sexual stimulation can influence a person's future sexual awareness. I loved holding her from behind like before, with her buttocks and inner thighs tightly gripping my penis. As I thrust, I would masturbate and massage her clitoris, and she would have several orgasms quickly, just like in college. Now we could do it naked at home, which felt even more exciting and relaxing. I would ejaculate all over her buttocks and thighs, and we would whisper our never-ending lewd love words while playing.

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