I am 27 years old this year

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First, let me introduce myself. I'm 27 years old. After studying law for four years at a prestigious university in Shanghai, I came from another city and now work in Guangzhou, practicing law (oops...).

I have a girlfriend I've known since university. After years of dating and overcoming many setbacks, we're about to get married. I have a house and a car now, and I'm about to have a wife, so I should be content. But there's one thing that always bothers me: I've only ever been with my girlfriend. Before meeting her, I had other girlfriends, but we'd never slept together. Even with my current girlfriend, we dated for about a year before I got her—in this respect, I'm a young man who's considered quite promising by outsiders, but sexually, I'm really nothing to brag about. Whenever I think about this, I feel resentful.

Perhaps some so-called "gentlemen" will find my thoughts distasteful, and I don't want to argue. I just want to say that I absolutely love my girlfriend, but I am, after all, a normal man. How many men these days are content with only one woman? If I only had one woman in my life, I would feel like a complete failure, and my life would have been wasted. However, these days, having an affair or extramarital relationship is too risky; if things go wrong, you'll find yourself in a difficult situation. Secondly, the costs are too high, not only financially but also emotionally.

Therefore, I'm unwilling to take that risk. Besides, my relationship with my girlfriend is stable; there's no need for me to seek so-called emotional support. So, after thinking it over, I figured hiring a prostitute was the most reliable option. After all, it's a one-time thing, so there's no need to worry about any trouble. Although I had this thought, I never actually did it. You can probably understand that; taking the first step is never easy. Until today, a Friday afternoon…

Before telling my story, I need to explain how it all started: Recently, a new colleague joined our company. He's from Guangzhou, only 30 years old, but he's already a seasoned pro in this area, finding prostitutes everywhere with ease. Sometimes, listening to him recount these experiences makes me quite tempted, and I'm eager to try it myself. Soon, the two hot-blooded young men hit it off and agreed that after work on Friday afternoon, he would drive me to a nice place.

So, after getting home on Thursday night, I told my girlfriend I had a business dinner the next day and that she didn't need to wait for me. Unexpectedly, when we met on Friday morning, she suddenly told me her dad needed to see her and she couldn't go, saying she'd reschedule. I was incredibly disappointed. Disappointed as I was, the desire this incident had stirred was hard to quell. After much deliberation, I decided to go it alone. Then, a bathhouse near my house popped into my head. I'd passed by it before; it didn't look high-end, but it wasn't cheap either. I always had a feeling there were prostitutes inside, so I thought I'd check it out today.

After work, I drove like a maniac and quickly arrived at my destination. I parked the car and confidently walked in. (By the way: I've been to higher-end bathhouses with my buddies for massages before, but we've never done *that*.)

It was only a little past 5 pm, and there weren't many people yet. After I went in, I quickly took a shower, feeling much refreshed. Then I dried myself off, changed into a bathrobe, and asked the attendant, "Do you offer massages here?" "Yes!" he replied. "What's the price?" I asked. "That depends on the service. You should go up to the second floor and ask the masseuses directly," he replied. I understood and went up to the second floor. A male attendant enthusiastically led me into a small room and asked what I wanted. I deliberately asked, "What kind of services do you offer?" He whispered, "We have special services, 400 yuan." I pretended to be very knowledgeable and said, "That's expensive? Why don't you try it?" He nodded and left.

After a moment, the door opened, and a girl with delicate features, a tall and slender figure, and a somewhat "skinny" appearance entered. She looked to be under 25. As soon as she entered, she smiled at me, and we greeted each other. It seemed we both had a good first impression. She was wearing a sexy black jumpsuit, her hair was tied up in a bun, and she wore light makeup. She had big eyes and long eyelashes, and looked quite pretty. For some reason, I didn't feel the nervousness I usually feel when "hiring a prostitute" for the first time. Perhaps it was because she seemed more lively.

After greeting me, she smiled and said, "Could you switch the TV to CCTV-8? It's showing one of my favorite dramas right now." Her accent was fluent Cantonese, which surprised me, because I always thought most people in this industry in Guangzhou were from out of town. I smiled back and picked up the remote to switch to CCTV-8. Then she helped me take off my bathrobe and bath pants, and I was immediately completely naked in front of her. I had never shown my body to any woman other than my girlfriend before. I exercise regularly and have well-developed muscles, so I'm quite satisfied with my body, although my penis is, to be honest, only so-so, I'm ashamed. She started massaging and applying oil to me, occasionally glancing at a TV drama. We started chatting, covering all sorts of topics, and it was quite pleasant.

Later, the conversation turned to our experiences. From our conversation, I learned that she was from a remote suburb of Guangzhou, had attended a vocational school, and later worked as a waitress in a bathhouse in the city, but switched to prostitution because she felt the pay was too low. Her words revealed a hint of self-pity and a touch of sadness. Perhaps every prostitute has an unusual experience that ordinary people find hard to understand.

I began to comfort her, saying, "Don't be too pessimistic. Everyone has their own way of life, and I can understand." She countered, "How can you understand?" I sighed and said, "Actually, no one has it easy in this society. We're all just trying to survive. If you can't even survive, what's the point of everything else? There's no inherent hierarchy in any job; they're just different means of survival. Maybe others look down on you, but you must never look down on yourself. If you get a chance in the future, quit as soon as possible, find a suitable husband, and get married..."

My words truly came from the bottom of my heart, and she seemed somewhat moved, her goodwill towards me noticeably increasing. As I enjoyed her gentle massage, I suddenly told her, "You're very beautiful and slim. It's lucky I met you here." She blushed and said, "You're so sweet. Actually, you're quite handsome too. When I walked in, I saw you wearing glasses and looking so refined, and I liked you immediately. I even like your stubble. It's an honor to serve you. But you still look like a college student. I'm really envious and like you a lot."

We smiled at each other, and the room instantly filled with a relaxed atmosphere and a hint of ambiguous desire. We chatted as she massaged me, and about 20 minutes passed without me realizing it. But to be honest, my mind was no longer on the massage. She seemed to read my mind and began to obediently undress. How could I possibly miss such a beautiful sight? I watched as she parted the straps of her camisole and pulled them down to her slender waist, revealing a black strapless lace bra. Then she unhooked the bra, revealing her small but firm breasts. Next, she pulled down her camisole dress along with her pink panties, and finally, she was completely naked before me. I lay flat on my back, and she knelt beside me, beginning to caress my penis and nipples, which immediately became erect.

I turned my head to admire her body from head to toe. She was indeed very slender and beautiful, with a thin, snow-white neck and very prominent, sexy collarbones, just like the models in the photos.

Her breasts, though not large, were firm and perky, tempting me to reach out and caress them. Her nipples were like cherries, unlike some women in pornographic films whose nipples had darkened and looked disgusting. I couldn't resist reaching out to play with them, my hand gently roaming over her back, her slender waist, and her smooth thighs. She suddenly exclaimed, "Your skin is so nice, and you look so young. You must take good care of yourself!" I laughed, "Not at all. Your skin is even better, so smooth and tender. I love it."

She blushed again, chuckled, and my heart raced. I shifted my gaze to her pubic area; her pubic hair wasn't thick, probably a moderate amount. Deep within the dark, grassy ground, a thin crack was faintly visible, but from this angle, combined with the dim light, it wasn't very clear. She patiently caressed me, rubbing her body against my penis, which felt incredibly pleasurable. After a while, she asked, "What position would you like? Should I be on top, or you?" I said either was fine. She then asked, "Are you tired? How about I be on top?" I said it was okay, you lie down next to me first, we can chat for a while longer, I'm not in a hurry.

She obediently lay down beside me. I turned to my side and kissed her neck and lips, beginning to caress her entire body.

Her eyes were slightly closed, occasionally letting out soft moans, seemingly enjoying my foreplay. I moved my lips to her breasts, gently licking her nipples; they tasted faintly sweet. I sat up and knelt beside her, carefully examining her body. I noticed she was slender yet healthy, with fair and rosy skin, and a cluster of dark pubic hair that looked quite adorable. Perhaps because of her slim figure, I suddenly felt a desire to cherish and protect her, so I restrained my lust and began to carefully caress her entire body without rushing into anything.

Finally, my hand touched her vulva. The feel was completely different from my girlfriend's; it was smaller. I climbed between her legs, spread her thighs, and began to admire her vulva up close. This was the first time I had ever seen a woman's vulva so clearly in real life (excluding watching porn). Her vulva was small and clean. The alluring slit was short, almost as if it hadn't fully developed. Her labia majora were thin, not the thick type; her labia minora were also small, almost completely hidden in the slit, not dark in color, and without many obvious folds. I tried to pry open her labia, but found that because her vulva was small, I couldn't open it very well, only managing to open it a little bit. I was immediately excited and thrilled because her figure and even her private parts were completely different from my girlfriend's. This was a real eye-opener.

I carefully parted her labia minora and pulled the foreskin of her clitoris up as much as possible, revealing her clitoris, which was also very small. I've watched countless adult videos, but even in those, I've rarely seen such a small clitoris. I thought to myself: "My first time with a prostitute and I've encountered such a beautiful woman with such a delicate and exquisite genitalia—could this be fate?"

With that in mind, I decided to make sure to give her plenty of foreplay and not let her feel any discomfort, otherwise I would be doing a disservice to her lovely little clitoris. I began to caress her clitoris involuntarily, slowly and gently rubbing the little bean with my middle finger, occasionally increasing the speed and pressure, and slowly probing up and down in the crevice of her vulva. She immediately closed her eyes tightly and began to pant softly, but she was clearly trying to control her desire and try not to cry out. Even her forehead was covered in small beads of sweat; clearly, she had no longer been interested in watching TV. As I quickened the pace of my rubbing, she could no longer hold back and began to moan loudly.

Her moans were natural and genuine, absolutely unlike the rumors circulating about unethical prostitutes who faked moaning to stimulate their clients. Undoubtedly, her reaction gave me immense satisfaction. I asked her softly, "Is it comfortable?" She answered between breaths, "Very—comfortable…I didn't expect you—to be so good at flirting—um—I haven't felt this comfortable in a long time—um, be gentle—" Hearing this, I stopped and asked, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

She took a deep breath and said, "No, it's just too stimulating, I can't take it…Usually, no one can find my spot, you're amazing…" I smiled sheepishly. She suddenly giggled, "Do you usually flirt like this before having sex with your girlfriend?" I answered truthfully, "Yes, because she makes me do it this way." "Then she has to orgasm several times?"

she asked, somewhat surprised. "Well…not necessarily," I replied humbly and vaguely, though the truth was pretty much the same. I looked down at her genitals. They were wet, unlike before when they were dry. The pubic hair on either side of her labia majora was soaked with her vaginal fluid, and there was still a lot of fluid clinging to the hair, glistening even in the dim light. It was clear she was aroused.

Honestly, I'm sure any woman who could resist my touch like that wouldn't be normal (I should thank my girlfriend for all the training she's given me). After some effort, her moans began to rise and fall. The thought of being heard by those outside made my face burn, but she was clearly unable to control her passion any longer. Her expression shifted between pleasure and pain. Although I didn't have much practical experience with women (except for my girlfriend), I knew this was a sign of her extreme pleasure. Her body writhed, mostly responding to my movements, occasionally instinctively trying to avoid my advances because she couldn't resist the intense stimulation, but only for a moment.

Finally, she gasped, "No—I can't take it anymore, come on—I—I want to do it so badly—" At this point, I felt the foreplay had been enough, so I helped her up. She took out a condom, gently put it on me, then lay down, spreading her legs. I knelt between her legs, and with a thrust of my hips, I inserted my hard penis.

Her vagina was already quite wet, so even though it was relatively small, my penis easily slid deep inside her. At the moment of penetration, her body arched upwards, and she let out a soft "ah." I began thrusting in and out of her vagina, and she started panting again. I don't know if vaginal size has anything to do with a woman's body shape, but her vagina was very tight, making thrusting quite difficult. My first impression was that having sex with her was completely different from having sex with my girlfriend; I was quite uncomfortable at first, and my novice nature suddenly resurfaced.

Afterwards, I learned a valuable lesson: a man's sexual experience depends on the number of women he's slept with. Only by sleeping with many women can you become a seasoned pro. Conversely, no matter how many times you sleep with the same woman, or how much you enjoy it, it doesn't necessarily mean you're skilled or capable sexually. With a different type of woman, you might immediately become inexperienced.

Unfortunately, I proved the latter. Coupled with not having rested well for the past week, my body was extremely exhausted, completely lacking the vigor and strength I had during my encounters with my girlfriend. I was also somewhat nervous, so as a result, my penis became softer and softer, eventually being squeezed out of her vagina, leaving me sweating profusely. She noticed my change and discomfort, but without the slightest dissatisfaction or blame. Instead, she gently asked, "Are you too tired? It's okay, don't rush, take your time." I said gratefully and ashamedly, "I'm really not in the mood today. I'm sorry." She smiled and asked, "Are you afraid of your girlfriend?"

I said embarrassedly that was partly the reason. She got up and said, "Lie down and rest for a while, let me touch you." So I lay down, and she took the condom off my limp penis, carefully wiped away the secretions on my penis with toilet paper and wet wipes, applied some essential oil, and then sat beside me and gently began to stroke my penis. She looked at my face with some pity and said, "You must be exhausted. Look how much you're sweating. Don't worry, it's okay." I awkwardly explained that I'd been too busy with work and lack of sleep lately, and my mental state was indeed not good.

She said, "Really, it's okay. You've done a great job. Let me help you. I really want to do it with you." I touched her vulva, and wow, it was already soaking wet, slippery, getting all over my hand. While she caressed me, I wasn't idle either. I admired her body while touching her all over, and finally, my penis was hard as iron again. I said, "Okay, we can do it now." She excitedly found a new condom and put it on me, then eagerly straddled me, saying, "I'll be on top for now. You rest a bit." She squatted down facing me, legs spread, and guided my penis to her overflowing vagina, thrusting it in with a "plop."

Her eyes were tightly closed, her cherry lips slightly parted, and she began to move her vagina up and down, panting softly. While enjoying the warmth of her vagina, my hands weren't idle either; sometimes I would pinch her breasts and nipples, sometimes I would reach down to rub her clitoris at our point of contact. We were both very comfortable and excited, enjoying the most basic primal pleasure of being a man and a woman, and the whole room was filled with an intense atmosphere of lust.

After she continued to tease me for a while, the exercise and pleasure gradually wore her down. She looked at me with pleading eyes and said, "I—I'm tired, how about you—get on top—" I hugged her tightly and sat up, and she sat on my lap, my penis still inside her. She weighed far less than my girlfriend, and my arms, after long-term training, were basically half-muscle, so handling her was no problem at all. With a little effort, I turned her around, and she probably didn't expect me to be so strong, and couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah," clearly enjoying it.

I held her like that, laid her down on the bed, my penis still inside her, and climbed on top of her, starting to thrust vigorously, and she kept moaning. As the rhythm quickened, I increased the force of my thrusts, clearly feeling my penis repeatedly hitting her G-spot.

After several thrusts, I finally let out a low growl and ejaculated a thick stream of semen. Afterwards, we gently cleaned each other's bodily fluids. I wiped the fluid from her genitals, and she carefully cleaned my penis and glans. Then we rested and chatted naked in each other's arms. She said to me, "I haven't felt this good in so long. You were great, I'm so happy."

I felt a little embarrassed by her praise, "Oh, not at all, I wasn't in good shape today, I'm sorry to have disappointed you." She continued, "I'm so glad I made love with you today. You're handsome and very refined. I really like your gentle and cultured nature. It's rare to meet a customer like you."

I could tell she was being sincere, and a warm feeling welled up inside me. I couldn't help but hug her again and kiss her tenderly. Looking back, it seems that at that moment, our relationship was more than just a purely physical and financial one.

Perhaps some people would scoff, thinking that customers and prostitutes are just playing around. But I always thought that while we were making love physically, we were also understanding and respecting each other spiritually. Wasn't this double pleasure far superior to mere sexual gratification? After chatting, we both felt tired. I told her to go rest, and I went home. We said goodbye with a kiss, and I felt incredibly relaxed. After parting ways with her, I went downstairs to shower. Suddenly, I remembered that she had suggested I penetrate her from behind, saying it felt quite good. But due to an unexpected case of weakness, I had completely forgotten about it, which was a bit of a regret. After showering

, I got dressed and went to the front desk to pay the bill. Seeing the large amount on the bill, the 400 "service fee" listed as "lucky draw," I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Looking up again, I saw the words "No Gambling, Prostitution, or Drugs" clearly written on the wall, and couldn't help but smile.

I lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, crumpled the bill into a ball, threw it in the trash can, and turned to leave with a flourish. Stepping outside, April in Guangzhou was a time of gentle spring breezes and pleasant warmth...

First, let me introduce myself. I'm 27 years old. After studying law for four years at a prestigious university in Shanghai, I came to Guangzhou to work, and now I work in the legal field (sweat...).

I have a girlfriend I've known since university. After years of dating and overcoming many setbacks and difficulties, we're about to get married. Now I have a house, a car, and soon I'll have a wife. Logically, I should be content, but there's one thing that always bothers me: I've only ever been with one woman, my girlfriend. Before meeting my girlfriend, although I had dated other women, I had never slept with them. Even with my current girlfriend, I only got together with her after dating for about a year. In this respect, I'm a young man who's considered quite promising by outsiders, but sexually, I'm really nothing to brag about. Whenever I think about this, I feel resentful.

Perhaps some so-called "gentlemen" will find my thoughts distasteful, and I don't want to argue. I just want to say that I absolutely love my girlfriend, but I am, after all, a normal man. How many men these days are content with only one woman? If I only have one woman in my life, I feel like I've failed miserably, and my life would have been wasted. However, these days, having an affair or extramarital relationship is risky. First, it's too risky; if things go wrong, you'll find yourself in a difficult situation. Second, the cost is too high, not only financially but also emotionally.

So, I'm unwilling to take that risk. Besides, my relationship with my girlfriend is stable, and there's no need to seek so-called emotional support. After thinking it over, I think going to a prostitute seems more reliable. Everything is a one-time thing, so there's no need to worry about any trouble. Although I've had this thought, I haven't actually done it. You can probably understand that; taking the first step is never easy. Until today, one Friday afternoon…

Before telling my story, I need to explain how it all started: Recently, a new colleague joined our company. He's from Guangzhou, and this guy is only 30, but he's already quite the expert in this area, effortlessly finding prostitutes everywhere. Sometimes, listening to him recount these experiences makes me quite tempted, and I'm tempted to try it myself. Soon, the two hot-blooded young men hit it off and agreed that after work on Friday afternoon, he would drive me to a nice place.

So, after getting home on Thursday night, I told my girlfriend that I had a business dinner the next day and that she didn't need to wait for me for dinner. Unexpectedly, when we met on Friday morning, he suddenly told me that his father needed to see him at the last minute and he couldn't go, saying he'd reschedule. I was so disappointed. Disappointed as I was, the desire this incident had stirred within me was hard to quell. After much deliberation, I decided to do it alone. A bathhouse near my house popped into my mind. I'd passed by it before; it wasn't high-end, but it wasn't cheap either. I always had a feeling there were prostitutes inside, so I thought I'd check it out today.

After work, I drove like a maniac and quickly arrived at my destination. I parked and walked in confidently. (By the way: I've been to higher-end bathhouses with my buddies for massages before, but we've never done *that*).

It was only a little past 5 pm, and there weren't many people yet. After a quick shower, I felt much refreshed. Then I dried myself, changed into a bathrobe, and asked the attendant, "Do you offer massages here?" "Yes!" he replied. "What's the price?" I asked. "It depends on the service. You should go up to the second floor and ask the technicians directly," he replied. Understanding, I went up to the second floor, where a male attendant enthusiastically led me into a small room and asked what I wanted. I deliberately asked, "What kind of services do they offer?" He whispered, "We have special services, 400 yuan." I pretended to be knowledgeable and said, "That's expensive? Why don't you try it?" He nodded and left.

After a moment, the door opened, and a pretty, tall, slender girl with a somewhat "skinny" figure entered, looking to be under 25. She smiled sweetly at me as soon as she entered, and we greeted each other; it seemed we both had a good first impression. She was wearing a sexy black jumpsuit, her hair was tied up in a bun, she wore light makeup, and had large eyes and long eyelashes; she looked quite pretty. For some reason, I didn't feel the nervousness I usually feel when "hiring a prostitute" for the first time. Maybe it was because she seemed more lively.

After greeting me, she smiled and said, "Could you switch the TV to CCTV-8? It's showing one of my favorite dramas right now." Her accent was fluent Cantonese, which surprised me, as I always thought most people in this industry in Guangzhou were from out of town. I smiled and picked up the remote to switch to CCTV-8. Then she helped me take off my bathrobe and bath pants, and I was immediately completely naked in front of her. I had never shown my body to any woman other than my girlfriend before. I exercise regularly and have well-developed muscles, so I'm quite satisfied with my body. However, my penis is, to say the least, rather average—I'm ashamed to say. She started massaging and applying oil to me, occasionally glancing at a TV drama. We began chatting casually, covering all sorts of topics, and had a pleasant conversation.

Later, the conversation turned to our shared experiences. From our conversation, I learned that she was from a remote suburb of Guangzhou, had attended a vocational school, and later worked as a waitress in a bathhouse in the city. Feeling the pay was too low, she switched to prostitution. Her words revealed a hint of self-pity and a touch of sadness; perhaps every prostitute has an unusual, uncomprehending experience.

I started to comfort her, saying, "Don't be so pessimistic. Everyone has their own way of life, and I can understand." She retorted, "How can you understand?" I sighed and said, "Actually, no one has it easy in this society; everyone is just trying to survive. If you can't even survive, what's the point of everything else? There's no inherent hierarchy in any job; they're just different ways to make a living. Maybe others look down on you, but you must never look down on yourself. If you get a chance in the future, quit your job as soon as possible, find a suitable husband, and get married..."

I truly meant what I said then, and she seemed somewhat moved, her affection for me noticeably increasing. As I enjoyed her gentle massage, I suddenly told her, "You're very beautiful and slim. It's lucky I met you here." She blushed and said, "You're so sweet. Actually, you're quite handsome too. When I walked in, I saw you wearing glasses and looking so refined, and I liked you immediately. I even like your stubble. It's my honor to serve you. But you still look like a college student; I'm really envious and like you a lot."

We smiled at each other, and the room was instantly filled with a relaxed atmosphere and a hint of ambiguous desire. We chatted as she massaged me, and about 20 minutes passed without me realizing it. But to be honest, my mind was no longer on the massage. She seemed to read my mind and began to obediently undress. How could I possibly miss such a beautiful sight? She pulled her halter top down to her waist, revealing a black strapless lace bra. Then she unhooked it, revealing her small but firm breasts. Next, she pulled down her halter dress along with her pink panties, finally displaying herself completely naked before me. I lay flat on my back, and she knelt beside me, beginning to caress my penis and nipples, which immediately became erect.

I turned my head to admire her body; she was indeed very slender and beautiful, with a delicate, snow-white neck and very prominent, sexy collarbones, just like the models in the photos.

Her breasts, though not large, were firm and perky, tempting me to reach out and caress them. Her nipples were like cherries, unlike some women in pornographic films whose nipples had darkened and looked disgusting. I couldn't resist reaching out to play with them, my hand gently roaming over her back, her slender waist, and her smooth thighs. She suddenly exclaimed, "Your skin is so nice, and you look so young. You must take good care of yourself!" I laughed, "Not at all. Your skin is even better, so smooth and tender. I love it."

She blushed again, chuckled, and my heart raced. I shifted my gaze to her pubic area; her pubic hair wasn't thick, probably a moderate amount. Deep within the dark, grassy field, a thin crack was faintly visible, but from this angle, combined with the dim light, it wasn't very clear. She patiently caressed me, rubbing her body against my penis, which felt incredibly pleasurable. After a while, she asked, "What position would you like? Should I be on top or you?" I said either was fine. She asked again, "Are you tired? How about I be on top?" I said it was okay, you lie down next to me first, we can chat for a while longer, I'm not in a rush.

She obediently lay down next to me, I turned to my side, kissed her neck and lips, and began caressing her entire body.

Her eyes were slightly closed, occasionally letting out soft moans, seemingly enjoying my foreplay. I moved my lips to her breasts, gently licking her nipples; they tasted faintly sweet. I sat up, kneeling beside her, carefully examining her body. I noticed she was slender yet healthy, with fair and rosy skin, and a patch of dark pubic hair that looked quite adorable. Perhaps because of her slim figure, I suddenly felt a surge of tenderness and protectiveness, so I restrained my desire and began to carefully caress her entire body without rushing into anything.

Finally, my hand touched her genitals; the feel was completely different from my girlfriend's—smaller. I climbed between her legs, parted her thighs, and began to admire her genitals up close. This was the first time I had ever seen another woman's genitals so clearly in real life (excluding watching porn). Her vulva was small and clean, the alluring slit short, almost as if it were underdeveloped. Her labia majora were thin, not the thick type; her labia minora were also small, almost completely hidden in the slit, not dark in color, and without many obvious wrinkles. I tried to pry open her labia, but found that because her vulva was small, I couldn't open them very well, only managing to open them a little. I suddenly felt very excited and novel, because her body shape and even her private parts were completely different from my girlfriend's; I had learned something new.

I carefully parted her labia minora and pulled the foreskin of her clitoris as high as possible, revealing her clitoris, which was also very small. I've watched countless adult videos, but even in those, I've rarely seen such a petite woman. I thought to myself: To encounter such a delicate beauty with such a small and exquisite genital on my first visit to a prostitute—could it be fate?

With that thought, I decided to give her ample foreplay, making sure she felt completely comfortable; otherwise, I'd be doing a disservice to her lovely little body. I began to caress her clitoris involuntarily, slowly and gently rubbing that tiny bean with my middle finger, occasionally increasing the speed and pressure, and slowly probing up and down within the folds of her vulva. She immediately closed her eyes tightly, panting softly, but she was clearly trying to control her desire and refrain from crying out. Tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead; clearly, she had lost all interest in watching TV. As I quickened the pace of my kneading, she could no longer hold on and began to moan loudly.

Her moans were natural and genuine, unlike the unethical prostitutes rumored to rely on fake moaning to stimulate their clients. Undoubtedly, her reaction gave me immense satisfaction. I softly asked her, "Is it comfortable?" She answered between breaths, "Very—comfortable…I didn't expect you—to be so good at flirting—um—I haven't felt this comfortable in a long time—um, be gentle—" Hearing this, I stopped and asked, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

She took a deep breath and said, "No, it's just too stimulating, I can't take it…Usually, no one can find my spot, you're amazing…" I smiled sheepishly. She suddenly giggled and asked, "Do you usually foreplay like this before you have sex with your girlfriend?" I answered truthfully, "Yes, because she makes me do it." "Then she has to orgasm several times?"

she asked, somewhat surprised. "Well... not necessarily," I replied humbly, though the truth was pretty much true. I looked down at her vulva; it was already wet, unlike before when it was dry. The pubic hair on either side of her labia majora was damp with her vaginal fluid, and there was still a lot of fluid clinging to it, glistening even in the dim light. It was clear she was aroused.

Honestly, I'm sure any woman who could withstand my techniques like this wouldn't be normal (I should thank my girlfriend for all the training she's given me). After a while, her moans began to rise and fall. The thought of being heard by people outside made my face burn, but she was clearly unable to control her passion any longer. Her expression shifted between pleasure and pain. Although I don't have much practical experience with women (except for my girlfriend), I knew this was a sign of extreme physical pleasure. Her body writhed, mostly responding to my movements, occasionally instinctively trying to avoid my advances because she couldn't resist the intense stimulation, but only for a moment.

Finally, she gasped, "No—I can't take it anymore, hurry up—I—I want to do it so badly—" At this point, I felt that the foreplay had been enough, so I helped her up. She took out a condom, gently put it on me, then lay down, spread her legs, and I knelt between her legs. With a thrust of my hips, I inserted my hard penis into her.

Her genitals were already quite wet, so even though they were relatively small, my penis easily slid deep inside her. The moment I entered, her body arched upwards, and she let out a soft "ah." I began thrusting in and out of her vagina, and she started panting again. I don't know if vaginal size has anything to do with a woman's body shape, but her vagina was very tight, making thrusting quite difficult. My first impression was that having sex with her was completely different from having sex with my girlfriend; I was quite unaccustomed to it, and my novice nature suddenly resurfaced.

Afterwards, I learned a valuable lesson: a man's sexual experience depends on the number of women he's slept with. Only by sleeping with many women can you become a seasoned pro. Conversely, no matter how many times you sleep with the same woman, or how much you enjoy it, it doesn't necessarily mean you're skilled or capable sexually. With a different type of woman, you might immediately become inexperienced.

Unfortunately, I proved the latter. Coupled with not having rested well for the past week, my body was extremely exhausted, completely lacking the vigor and strength I had during my encounters with my girlfriend. I was also somewhat nervous, so as a result, my penis became softer and softer, eventually being squeezed out of her vagina, leaving me sweating profusely. She noticed my change and discomfort, but without the slightest dissatisfaction or blame. Instead, she gently asked, "Are you too tired? It's okay, don't rush, take your time." I said gratefully and ashamedly, "I'm really not in the mood today. I'm sorry." She smiled and asked, "Are you afraid of your girlfriend?"

I said embarrassedly that was partly the reason. She got up and said, "Lie down and rest for a while, let me touch you." So I lay down, and she took the condom off my limp penis, carefully wiped away the secretions on my penis with toilet paper and wet wipes, applied some essential oil, and then sat beside me and gently began to stroke my penis. She looked at my face with some pity and said, "You must be exhausted. Look how much you're sweating. Don't worry, it's okay." I awkwardly explained that I'd been too busy with work and lack of sleep lately, and my mental state was indeed not good.

She said, "Really, it's okay. You've done a great job. Let me help you. I really want to do it with you." I touched her vulva, and wow, it was already soaking wet, slippery, getting all over my hand. While she caressed me, I wasn't idle either. I admired her body while touching her all over, and finally, my penis was hard as iron again. I said, "Okay, we can do it now." She excitedly found a new condom and put it on me, then eagerly straddled me, saying, "I'll be on top for now. You rest a bit." She squatted down facing me, legs spread, and guided my penis to her overflowing vagina, thrusting it in with a "plop."

Her eyes were tightly closed, her cherry lips slightly parted, and she began to move her vagina up and down, panting softly. While enjoying the warmth of her vagina, my hands weren't idle either; sometimes I would pinch her breasts and nipples, sometimes I would reach down to rub her clitoris at our point of contact. We were both very comfortable and excited, enjoying the most basic primal pleasure of being a man and a woman, and the whole room was filled with an intense atmosphere of lust.

After she continued to tease me for a while, the exercise and pleasure gradually wore her down. She looked at me with pleading eyes and said, "I—I'm tired, how about you—get on top—" I hugged her tightly and sat up, and she sat on my lap, my penis still inside her. She weighed far less than my girlfriend, and my arms, after long-term training, were basically half-muscle, so handling her was no problem at all. With a little effort, I turned her around, and she probably didn't expect me to be so strong, and couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah," clearly enjoying it.

I held her like that, laid her down on the bed, my penis still inside her, and climbed on top of her, starting to thrust vigorously, and she kept moaning. As the rhythm quickened, I increased the force of my thrusts, clearly feeling my penis repeatedly hitting her G-spot.

After several thrusts, I finally let out a low growl and ejaculated a thick stream of semen. Afterwards, we gently cleaned each other's bodily fluids. I wiped the fluid from her genitals, and she carefully cleaned my penis and glans. Then we rested and chatted naked in each other's arms. She said to me, "I haven't felt this good in so long. You were great, I'm so happy."

I felt a little embarrassed by her praise, "Oh, not at all, I wasn't in good shape today, I'm sorry to have disappointed you." She continued, "I'm so glad I made love with you today. You're handsome and very refined. I really like your gentle and cultured nature. It's rare to meet a customer like you."

I could tell she was being sincere, and a warm feeling welled up inside me. I couldn't help but hug her again and kiss her tenderly. Looking back, it seems that at that moment, our relationship was more than just a purely physical and financial one.

Perhaps some people would scoff, thinking that customers and prostitutes are just playing around. But I always thought that while we were making love physically, we were also understanding and respecting each other spiritually. Wasn't this double pleasure far superior to mere sexual gratification? After chatting, we both felt tired. I told her to go rest, and I went home. We said goodbye with a kiss, and I felt incredibly relaxed. After parting ways with her, I went downstairs to shower. Suddenly, I remembered that she had suggested I penetrate her from behind, saying it felt quite good. But due to an unexpected case of weakness, I had completely forgotten about it, which was a bit of a regret. After showering

, I got dressed and went to the front desk to pay the bill. Seeing the large amount on the bill, the 400 "service fee" listed as "lucky draw," I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Looking up again, I saw the words "No Gambling, Prostitution, or Drugs" clearly written on the wall, and couldn't help but smile.

I lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, crumpled the bill into a ball, threw it in the trash can, and turned to leave with a flourish. Stepping outside, April in Guangzhou was a time of gentle spring breezes and pleasant warmth…

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