A 23-year-old girl I met on Momo, my first passionate car sex experience

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It's been a long time since I've written about my dating experiences, mainly because I'm too busy. I usually just browse the articles by my fellow guys on my phone, occasionally replying to some interesting ones.

Everyone often uses WeChat and Momo to fish for girls, and I'm tempted to try it myself, but I've lost the patience I used to have when I was in my twenties, chatting on QQ for days until I finally got her!

I rarely use Momo; I usually just delete people.

Last year, before the Lunar New Year, I joined a couple of Momo groups out of sheer boredom and chatted aimlessly, but I found them chaotic. A bunch of strangers could chat on their phones all day long, and I'd long lost interest.

I added a few girls there and started private chatting. One-on-one is still my specialty, and the success rate is relatively high.

I ended up chatting enthusiastically with a girl born in 1993. She seemed quite open, and on our first meeting, I suggested we meet up, and she didn't refuse.

Later, I asked her if she had eaten dinner, and she said she was alone in a hotel and didn't know what to eat. I immediately thought of driving her out for a fancy meal, and she surprisingly agreed.

When we met, she was only lightly made up, and despite the cold winter, she was wearing a short skirt and a light top—just a down jacket over a base layer. I was naturally pleasantly surprised, and we immediately got in the car and started chatting.

As for the restaurant, I had already looked at several places in the city, and I wanted one with a private room, which would be convenient for further developments, as you all know.

Now let me introduce this girl (let's call her T). T is a bit of a fujoshi (a female fan of male-male romance), doesn't want to study, and just stays at home sponging off her parents. I thought they were rich, but when we talked, her parents were just working-class people, and she has a younger brother. She spends her time on Momo and WeChat groups, or going to bars. She doesn't have any skills, finds ordinary jobs too tiring, and obviously wouldn't get a good job. To be honest, I felt a little contempt for her.

During dinner, T received a phone call. The gist of it was that a friend wanted to borrow 400 yuan from her. T didn't have that much in her bag, so I generously gave her 500, saying, "Help him out of his immediate crisis; keep it for yourself after he pays you back."

Immediately, the girl's feelings for me increased. After dinner, things got quite intimate. I started groping her in the private room, reaching inside her bra to fondle her large breasts, and even unhooking her bra and sucking on her nipples a few times.

At this point, I felt the private room wasn't the main battleground, so I quickly paid the bill and suggested taking her back to her hotel. T readily agreed.

Entering the room, I thought we could have a passionate encounter, but T revealed the truth…

She had many relatives visiting and her house wasn't big enough, so she booked a hotel room, and her mother was coming over to keep her company that night.

At this point, what could I say or do? I could only undress her and have some intimate moments, vigorously fondling and fondling her large breasts, before reluctantly saying goodbye.

As T walked me to the door, she said, "I'll call you Mr. Y from now on."

I was secretly pleased; this girl seemed interested…

Two days later, I asked her out for dinner, but the timing didn't seem right. She suggested we eat dinner separately and then go to a bar.

Damn, for someone in their thirties, I really don't like going to bars; they seem smoky and noisy. But with the opportunity, I had to go.

After picking her up, I drove into the hotel's underground parking lot. The parking lot was quite large, with several levels. There weren't many cars on the upper level. I found a dark corner to park, and seeing that it was still early for the bar, I started groping her.

The front seats were too cramped, so I suggested we go to the back. She obediently went, and I touched her until her genitals were very wet. She blurted out, "I don't want you in there today. It's only been a few days, and you've already let me in, plus you haven't completely broken up with your boyfriend."

At this point, she had to listen to me. I took out a condom from my bag, put it on, and inserted it deep into her vagina. Perhaps because it was my first time actually doing it in a car, I hit the roof a few times. In such a uniquely stimulating environment, I couldn't last long and finished quickly.

I was sweating profusely in the dead of winter, I was really exasperated. T suggested we get a hotel room to rest for a while, then continue our battle later. But my big dick was a bit uncooperative, failing to get erect at the crucial moment. I suggested we go to a bar first, since the interval between our two visits was indeed a bit too short.

When I took my wallet out of my bag, T saw that I had a lot of new bills that I had just exchanged at the bank. T joked, "Mr. Y, are you carrying so many new bills in your bag to give out New Year's money?"

I understood what she meant, so I took a stack from my bag and gave her a few thousand yuan, saying

, "It's almost New Year's, and I haven't bought you anything. Go buy something yourself." At the bar, another girl came in with a young guy. I later learned that he was her suitor, but she wasn't interested. She said she preferred older guys like me. What could I say?

T felt I had given her enough face. Coincidentally, we ran into a friend she knew at the next table, and we all drank together. Of course, I paid for all the drinks.

I hadn't been to a bar for six or seven years, but suddenly it felt like going to one occasionally wouldn't be so bad. I started drinking more freely, and the mood gradually improved. T even dragged me to the main stage to dance.

T asked me to go to the restroom with her, and after we came out, she led me to the back door of the bar. As soon as we stepped outside, she jumped on me, hugged me tightly, and kissed me passionately, saying that Mr. Y was so good to me, and that I was willing to spend two or three years of my youth with Mr. Y.

I suddenly felt like I was back in my youthful college days. No one had said anything like that to me in a long time, and I felt a strange sense of emotion. It really felt a bit romantic. However, I quickly came to my senses. This was just a game, and I didn't want to get too caught up in it. After all, there were many things more important than this...

After the bar event ended, we went back to our room, took a bath together, and then started our lovemaking. At this point, my big dick really lived up to expectations, lasting a fantastic amount of time.

However, T said she had a problem: she had never had an orgasm. I was sweating profusely from thrusting, but I still didn't reach that screaming moment. Later, I couldn't use my hand anymore, but it ached, and I still didn't reach that point. T took off the condom and let me continue, hoping for closer contact, but I still didn't reach that point. Instead, it stimulated my sensitive glans, and I couldn't finish, so I had to wash up and rest.

T's sleep schedule was really bad. I'd already slept, and she was still chatting on Momo (a dating app). Sometimes she'd tell me who wanted to sleep with her. I usually have a regular sleep schedule; good habits make things clear and organized, that's my opinion.

Later, we met a few times. T said she'd pick me up from the station twice, but I called her in advance to tell her when I'd be there. She didn't come both times, and she was drinking at a bar. She wouldn't answer my calls because of the noise at the bar. I stood in the cold square for several minutes. I really felt this girl had no planning skills.

The relationship lasted about two or three months. I was usually quite busy, so we couldn't meet often. Sometimes when T was short on money, I'd transfer money to her via WeChat. I generally fulfilled her requests as long as they weren't excessive.

T once booked a hotel room with me, and I waited for hours for her to arrive. I didn't get to the hotel until 1 AM after going to a bar that night.

Just like before, after we were done, we continued chatting on Momo (a dating app), having a great time chatting with other boys and girls, sometimes until 4 AM.

But this time, things were interesting. T was on her period for a few days, and out of concern, I thought it wasn't good for her health. T blurted out that it was fine, saying she'd heard Western girls have sex during their periods, and that it's a lie to say you can't have sex during your period. I was speechless.

I'm increasingly disliking T's lifestyle, and several times she's even been on long phone calls with other boys in front of me. Her lack of goals, dependence on her parents, lack of ambition, unpunctuality, and somewhat chaotic lifestyle are all things I can't accept.

Once, T asked me to sponsor her 20,000 yuan rent for a year. I refused, and we had a big fight. I felt that since she didn't have a job and could live at home, why should she rent a place? Besides, she sometimes flirted with other people; did she expect me to be the good guy? I also felt that some things really shouldn't be taken too far. What do you guys think?

Later, I met a few girls born in the 90s, and I feel that there's a significant difference between the attitudes of those born in the 90s and 80s towards how to conduct themselves. Do you all feel the same way? Welcome to discuss!

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