Passion with PhD

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Her greatest asset was her skin. She had
the best skin of any woman I'd ever been with. At 28, she had baby-soft skin—it was practically flawless.
I honestly don't know how she maintained it; she claimed it was natural, which was her proudest feature
.
Aside from that, her face was pretty, but nothing particularly striking. Some of my friends who had met her said
she was quite beautiful, but I've never thought she was. She wasn't tall, under 160cm, and her bust
wasn't large enough. She had some extra weight around her waist, but thankfully, it wasn't noticeable when she was dressed; in fact, it made her look quite slender .
She explained that it was because she had a small frame, so a little extra weight didn't bother her.
Of course, there was another thing: she was a PhD. That intrigued me.
Before I slept with her, I kept wondering what it was like to be with a PhD.
I met her on QQ, a long time ago, probably five or six years ago.
I have no recollection of how we added each other. She seemed aloof on QQ, fond of quoting classical texts
and often spouting philosophical ideas, appearing profound and enigmatic. But as we chatted longer, I realized she was
inherently insecure, afraid of being looked down upon, which is why she constantly displayed her literary talent. Later, I learned she was
a PhD from a prestigious normal university in Beijing, majoring in education.
I've forgotten exactly what charm I displayed that made us hit it off so well. Looking back,
perhaps it was my feigned sophistication that attracted her. I dare not boast about my own knowledge, because it's really
not that great, but she seemed quite impressed with me, as if everything I said made sense. Now I think it's probably because
I've studied too many things, knowing a little about everything, and can talk about a little bit about everything, while she is only proficient in education, and in other areas, she
's not even as knowledgeable as a middle school student. Therefore, in some fields, such as astronomy, geography, and exploration,
I am far superior to her PhD.
She admired me greatly, often exclaiming, "Wow, you know so much!"
I would laugh and reply, "So-so, third in the country." Deep down, I knew I
was nothing special.
She had a husband, also a PhD, who taught at this prestigious normal university—
I don't know if
he was a professor. Apparently, the university gave her a one-bedroom apartment in a youth housing complex because of his academic achievements.
I often teased her, asking, "What do you two, with such high levels of education, discuss when you're together
? Do you talk about pots and pans?" Sometimes I'd even innocently ask, "Do PhDs have sex
?"
She was a little embarrassed, but I'd often make her laugh. She
'd reply, "Sex? Of course! My husband is really good! He can last over twenty minutes!"
I laughed and said, "Wow, so good! I admire you, I admire you, hehe. It's almost a fifth as long as mine
."
She scolded me, "You're talking nonsense! Are you that good?" So I asked her again, "What positions do you two use during sex
?"
She replied, "What other position could we use? He'd be on top of me, like an ox plowing a field."
I continued, "Have you ever had an orgasm?"
She waited a while before saying, "I guess so. I felt pretty good when he was inside me."
I chuckled, "You've wasted all these years."
She was a little embarrassed, but couldn't help but interject, "You're the one who's wasted your life! Then tell me what an orgasm is!"
I honestly couldn't understand how someone so highly educated could be so clueless about sex, so I casually
said , "Want an orgasm? I'll let you experience it sometime.
" She sent me an angry face: "Get lost, shameless."
I laughed because I felt she wasn't really angry.
Later, she sent me a photo. In the photo, she was dressed conservatively, with a ponytail, glasses, and
a scholarly air. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she wasn't bad-looking either; just passable. Her skin looked good in the photo?
But I didn't think much of it at the time, because most people's skin looks good in photos.
The photos didn't particularly satisfy me, and I didn't have a strong desire to seduce her. Because I didn't have that
thought, I was sometimes quite uninhibited in my conversations, and the more we talked, the more we clicked
. Sometimes, if I didn't contact her for a few days, she would ask me, "Where have you been these past few days? Why aren't you talking to me?"
Then one day, while chatting with a friend, he mentioned that a friend of his had a
girlfriend who was a graduate student, and he looked on with envy, saying, "We buddies don't even know what it's like to be a graduate student!"
I immediately thought of her.
I wondered what it would be like to sleep with a PhD? Would she moan? Would her moans be different from
others ?
I was filled with curiosity.
Actually, at this time, I had already slept with more than ten women, most of whom were from respectable families. I had only slept with one
prostitute , and I dared not do it again for a simple reason: I was afraid of getting a disease. Among these women, there were different ages,
the oldest and the youngest probably being twenty years apart. But their educational level wasn't very high.
It was at this time that I had the urge to sleep with her.
I went on QQ and saw that she was online. We chatted for a while and I learned that her husband had been sent out to do research these past few days,
and she was home alone.
I remember it was a Saturday. I asked her if she had time to come over the next day, to meet up, and
I'd treat her to dinner.
She hesitated a bit, but eventually, she couldn't resist my persistent pleading and agreed.
At the time, I was living in a company dormitory, a single room, which was convenient for getting things done.
When we met, she was still wearing glasses, dressed simply, and not particularly noticeable. I'll
briefly . Then I led her to my dormitory.
After closing the door, she sat on my bed, and we chatted for a while. I put my arm around her shoulder, and she
didn't object. She gently nestled into my arms, and I lowered my head and kissed her. She looked up and kissed me back.
Everything was so easy. Dear readers, I'm not kidding, it really was easy, everything flowed naturally, and
we had a great understanding.
I took off her glasses, and only then did I realize that she was much prettier without them than with them.
Her eyes looked bigger, and her skin was smooth and delicate. As I kissed her, I thought to myself, "Kissing a PhD student isn't much
different , and it might even feel worse than kissing someone else." Her tongue was rather clumsy; it just stuck out and
that was it, without any swirling motions. But I still felt a lot of excitement because she was a PhD student.
I gently undressed her, and she obediently lay down on the bed. She struggled
a little When she was fully on the bed, I was stunned. My god, her skin was amazing—smooth,
delicate, white, and warm. It reminded me of a line from the poem "The Spring's Clear Water Washes Away the Congealed Fat."
The word perfectly described her skin. Her breasts weren't large, but they were cute, like two white steamed buns,
with small, red nipples. I couldn't resist pinching and biting them.
I hurriedly took off my own clothes and lay on top of her. Only when I was on top of her
did I truly feel how comfortable her body was. Damn, her body was so soft, like she had no bones.
Just as she said, she had a small frame but a lot of flesh, and her skin was incredibly delicate, smooth to the touch.
I felt like I was in a pile of cotton, light as a feather.
This woman, in terms of both physical comfort and the feel of her, is truly exquisite. At this moment, her legs were together, and
my penis was nestled between her thighs, warm and inviting. I almost couldn't resist ejaculating.
Composing myself, I turned her around and adopted a 69 position, inserting my penis into her mouth and asking
her to give me a blowjob. She was somewhat reluctant, but she had no choice but to suck it. To be honest, her oral skills were
n't very good; she kept touching my glans with her teeth, causing me some pain. I told her not to use
her teeth , but to use her lips and tongue. Under my guidance, her oral skills gradually improved, and I felt
incredibly aroused. I kept thinking: "Damn, the female PhD is giving me a blowjob! The female PhD is sucking my penis!
The female PhD is going to eat my semen!" With these thoughts, my penis throbbed in her mouth. Meanwhile,
my mouth wasn't idle either, tightly sucking on her vulva. Her genitals were white and tender, her
labia pink, the outer labia small, almost a line separating the inner labia, and the clitoris inside was bright red and glistening.
As I sucked, she started moaning and groaning, panting. Her cries were somewhat
suppressed , as if she dared not shout loudly. So I sucked hard on her labia a few times. She held my penis in her mouth,
initially trying to hold back her moans, but later she couldn't resist anymore and started
moaning , while also forcefully swallowing and releasing my penis. At this moment, her genitals began to flow with vaginal fluid.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, I flipped her over, her buttocks raised for me, and thrust
into her hard. Her buttocks were also smooth and tender. I couldn't help myself and a sadistic urge arose. As I thrust in and out
, I slapped her buttocks with my hand. Each slap made her
moan away and kept slapping her buttocks until they were red and almost bleeding,
a stark contrast to the surrounding white skin. Her moans grew louder and louder until she finally
cried out, "So good! Your cock is so big! I love it! Fuck me to death! I love
you! I love your big cock, my husband!" Her cries, almost like crying
, echoed the slapping sounds of my hand on her buttocks, creating a cacophony.
Later, this position got tiring, so we changed positions several times, finally returning to
the traditional . With each thrust, her cries became somewhat hysterical. Her hands
gripped me tightly, her nails digging into my flesh, and her teeth bit down hard on my shoulder, causing me pain, but also
arousing . Looking at her distorted features, a series of perverse thoughts surged in my mind: "Damn it,
so you're a doctor, letting me fuck you, letting me do it, I'll fuck you to death, you doctor, but you'll still let me fuck you, you doctor..." As we

continued our moaning and groaning, I suddenly felt the sheets were a little wet. I assumed it was her vaginal fluid and didn't pay much attention. Later,
I noticed they were getting wetter and wetter. I touched them and was shocked to see my hand covered in blood. It turned out this doctor
was menstruating, and I had caused her to bleed profusely. But stopping was obviously impossible at this point. My
glans was swollen, and seeing the menstrual blood only amplified my arousal. I thrust vigorously, and her eyes rolled back. She screamed
and almost fainted. I couldn't hold back any longer and finally ejaculated inside her.
It took her a while to wake up. When I got away from her, I was shocked to see that her buttocks were
covered in blood, staining the sheets a large red patch that had seeped deep into the bedding. I pretended not to notice
and
said to her, "I'm sorry you bled so much. You should have told me you were menstruating.
" She retorted, "Of course! Would you have listened?"
I chuckled.
I brought her a basin of water and had her wash her buttocks, turning the entire basin red.
Before leaving, she told me, "These sheets have so much blood. Don't wash them with hot water; you have to use cold water to
get them clean."
I agreed, and as she said, they were indeed cleaned quickly with cold water.
Later, I had sex with her a few more times, and some of my friends saw me, but I lied to them and said she was just
a regular friend visiting Beijing.
I went to her place once, which was a youth apartment assigned by the university. The soundproofing in that apartment was
terrible. I was having sex with her on her bed, and she was screaming and shouting. We could even hear people talking next door. It was really
exciting.

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