Traditional women

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In the spring of 2011, I did something very foolish. I fell for a girl and pursued her using the usual dating tactics. One night, I got her, but I regretted it... Now I'm sharing this true story with you all, hoping you brothers can help me out and give me some advice! Let
me introduce this girl. We've known each other for a long time. She's from the same hometown as one of my college classmates. Later I found out she was also my college classmate's first love, and they're still hung up on each other. I really feel bad for my classmate. The girl's name is Sun Yan—a boy's name. She's not very tall, about 1.6 meters, with a good figure, but her looks are quite average. My first impression of her was very ordinary—which is the main reason I never paid much attention to her. This girl and I live in the same city, while my college classmate works in another city. Although Sun Yan and I have known each other for many years, we used to only see each other once or twice a year, usually at our college reunions. My college classmate would invite her to the dinner, but we didn't talk much at the table, never exchanged phone numbers, and I even had to ask for her name before each meal, otherwise I would forget it. Until last year...
Last year, due to work, my college classmate came to our city more often, and he would always invite her to dinners with him. So, I started eating with Sun Yan more often. At the dinner table, I found her to be eloquent, well-read, and very cultured. Although I am a womanizer and like pretty girls, I am also very interested in girls who are cultured and intelligent like her. Later, I found an excuse to ask for her QQ number. I was afraid she would think I had ulterior motives, so I deliberately waited a few days before adding her. For a while, we started to have some simple exchanges on QQ. Through her QQ space, I could also see her emotional hesitation and longing. On Valentine's Day, our relationship took a small turn. When I got to the office in the morning, she was still online, so I sent her a "Good morning" emoji. It took her a long time to reply with a smiley face. I asked, "Aren't you working today?" She said, "I usually rest a bit at home in the morning. The company isn't too strict; as long as I do my job well, it's fine." I joked, "Does your company still have positions? Are you hiring?" She said, "We don't hire people who come to work so early." I was speechless. Suddenly, I remembered it was Valentine's Day, so I said, "Happy Valentine's Day!" She said, "I don't celebrate Valentine's Day." I said, "Every day is a holiday for lovers." She didn't say anything. Then I deliberately made an excuse, saying, "I'm going to the city later. How about we have lunch together? I don't want to eat the company lunch." She said, "Okay, then come pick me up from my place." So I went to her house, picked her up, and we ate at a Western restaurant. I rarely celebrate holidays like Christmas and Valentine's Day. I've noticed that the living standards of Chinese people have really improved significantly. The Western restaurant was packed, and they were even turning over tables. I secretly praised socialism. After that day, our relationship became like that of friends, without the previous formalities and awkwardness, and we often cared about each other.
Some time later, my college classmate came on a business trip, and we ate together twice more. One evening, after having a few drinks with my classmate at noon, we relaxed and chatted at a bathhouse in the afternoon. Of course, we didn't forget to relax a bit, but that's not the focus of my story today, so I won't go into details. My classmate suddenly received a call from her, asking where we were, saying she was coming to find us. Haha, how could we let such an innocent girl come to a place like that? So we arranged to meet. Because my classmate was there, we didn't act like we usually did; we were still very polite and courteous. I could tell she was in a bad mood, but because there were so many people around, I didn't say anything. After the banquet, we went our separate ways. A long time later, I called her and said, "There were so many people, I didn't feel comfortable asking if you were feeling unwell." She said, "I'm fine, nothing's wrong." I said, "Are you in a bad mood?" She said, "No," and I said, "Okay then, go home and rest early, goodbye," and hung up. Less than a minute later, my phone rang again. She was crying and calling my name on the other end. I said, "What's wrong? Are you okay? Where are you? I'll come find you." She cried and said, "It's okay, it's okay," and hung up. In that instant, my heart ached a little. I knew I had fallen for her. I was conflicted. I tried to control my feelings for her because, firstly, I have a wife, and secondly, she's my classmate's dream girl. Ah, men... reason ultimately prevailed... I called her again and said I was going on a business trip tomorrow. I asked if she was free to come with me to clear her head. She agreed.
The next morning around 9 a.m., I arrived at her house, picked her up, and drove out of town. We rarely had such a long, private conversation like this. We talked a lot along the way—about our childhoods, our work, our friends. Halfway there, she even answered a call from my classmate and naturally lied. We talked the whole way, but that evening, I had dinner with my client, bringing her along. Everyone drank heartily; my client was a heavy drinker, and with his friends, we drank quite a bit. His friends were very hospitable, and we had a great time chatting. After dinner, we went to a nightclub for karaoke. I was a little tipsy then. In the private room, every man was belting out songs. She and I sat together, and I tentatively touched her hand. She didn't resist. I picked up a beer and said, "I hope you've moved on from yesterday's unhappiness and forgotten your troubles. Let's have a drink." She said, "Thank you!" We downed our drinks. I can't remember if she sang or not; honestly, I was really drunk that day. I get amnesia when I drink too much—I wonder if any of you guys are like that too? I only have vague memories of certain details. I grabbed her hand and held it tightly. Clearly, she had some feelings for me; letting me hold it felt natural, and there were no words exchanged. After everyone had been singing for over an hour, my clueless client friend somehow managed to get two girls to come. Even though I was quite drunk, I wasn't completely out of it; they were there to pressure me into drinking more, to get me drunk. I held her hand and whispered in her ear, "Let's go. These two girls will definitely try to get me drunk, and if I drink any more, I'll really be drunk. Tell my friends I'm drunk and pretend to help me up so we can get out of here." She did a great job; we got out safely. In the taxi, I held her hand tightly and hugged her waist, feeling like I was back in my youth, in love again. It felt so good…
We arrived at a hotel, a local five-star hotel. When traveling with a girl, it's nice to indulge occasionally. When we got to the room, she said, "You rest, I'll get another room." I said, "No need, I'm so drunk, I can't do anything, don't worry…" She didn't say anything more, took her clothes, and went to take a shower. Hey guys, after drinking a glass of water, I actually fell asleep on the recliner sofa in my room... Even today, thinking about it, I'm speechless at my own behavior. Have any of you guys ever experienced something like this?
When I woke up, I went to the bathroom and took off my clothes. By then, I was much more sober and saw her lying on the bed asleep. That day, she was wearing a nightgown she had brought herself; I forget the exact pattern, but it was knee-length, with her calves and feet exposed. She was just lying there, very sexy. I like girls with nice feet, but I wouldn't call it a foot fetish because I'm not interested in foot fetishes or anything like that. It's just that if a girl has nice feet, it's a plus. I have absolutely no interest in girls with unattractive hands and feet, especially those with rough feet. I wonder what your preferences are for girls?
I sat gently on the edge of the bed, still a little dizzy. I gently touched her calves and soft feet, a burning desire igniting within me. Just then, she woke up. "What are you doing?" she asked. I went up and hugged her, saying, "Sun Yan, I like you, I really like you." Then I gently kissed her face and her lips. She pushed me away forcefully. Brothers, I swear to Chairman Mao, if I hadn't been sober at that moment, I would never have done what I did. Because I genuinely liked her, not just wanted to sleep with her... However, I was indeed drunk that day, drinking over a pound of baijiu (Chinese liquor), plus the beer I drank at the nightclub later. I don't remember how much. The alcohol made me lose most of my rationality. The more she pushed me away, the more excited I became. And I genuinely felt that her rejection wasn't 100% rejection, because she could have easily bitten or kicked me, but she didn't. I think she was conflicted too... Enough rambling, let me describe the details, otherwise none of you brothers will want to read any further.
She was much smaller than me. I held her head with one hand and her arms and waist with the other, pressing her down on the bed. I forced my tongue into her mouth, sucking on it. She kept shaking her head, so I lay on top of her, immobilizing her. I held her head with both hands and continued kissing her mouth, her ears, her eyes—passionate kisses. Eventually, she accepted my kisses and stopped struggling. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, and our tongues intertwined. My hands were freed and moved to her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra under her pajamas. Her breasts were neither too big nor too small, and... Firm and erect, I didn't dare to use force. I gently, very gently, caressed her lovely breasts through her pajamas. I thought I heard a moan. Was that a call of love? My head was still spinning, but I knew what I had to do. I tried to spread her legs apart with my own, but this time she didn't agree and firmly kept her legs tightly closed. I reached into her pajamas and touched her breasts. They were smooth and felt great. Her nipples weren't big, but they were hard, probably from the friction I had just done. I took off her pajamas, and there was another rejection. But under the influence of alcohol, I forced her to take off her pajamas. I saw those lovely breasts and without hesitation, I put them in my mouth, my tongue swirling around her nipples. I moved my hand to her genitals; her panties were already soaked with her juices. I didn't continue attacking her genitals, afraid she would resist further. Instead, I moved my hand up to caress her breasts. She stopped resisting and let me do as I pleased. I licked both breasts several times; she was clearly enjoying it. Then my mouth slowly moved down to her lower abdomen. Her skin was very smooth; she must have applied some kind of lotion—it smelled very sweet and alluring.
When my mouth reached the edge of her panties, she began to resist violently again. Looking back now, I realize she definitely wasn't mentally prepared to have sex with me. Under my rough treatment, she must have been exhausted. She lay there, no longer struggling. I used my teeth to bite down on her panties and pulled them off. And there they were, the woman I loved, her genitals completely exposed before me. There wasn't much pubic hair, just a light covering her pubic bone. Her vulva was closed, and there were traces of vaginal fluid around her labia. My heart was pounding because I loved her. This feeling of love was even more intense. I knelt between her legs and licked her labia with my tongue. Her buttocks were wriggling. No man had ever licked her like this before. I used the tip of my tongue to trace that delicate... I gently parted the slit, slipped in a little, and my tongue touched her clitoris. I smelled the scent of her vaginal fluid—a clean, fragrant aroma that stimulated a rapid surge of my testosterone. My penis was already throbbing. I lifted my hips slightly to give my penis some space to relax. I greedily sucked on the clitoris of the woman I loved, vigorously stimulating her vagina with my tongue, moving in and out. I rarely serviced women like this, but this girl was someone I genuinely liked, and I sincerely wanted her to be comfortable and happy… She lay there, not moaning, only occasionally letting out a soft groan. I guess she hadn't yet accepted me. I licked for a while longer until my penis protested. Only then did my mouth reluctantly separate from her vulva. I whispered in her ear, "I feel so uncomfortable, I want to go in." She naturally disagreed again, but perhaps tired from struggling, she didn't resist much. I entered her body; it was very tight, and the amount of vaginal fluid was just right, providing lubrication. Based on my years of experience, this vagina was probably rarely used, which was later confirmed—she was quite traditional and had only been with one man. I gently moved in and out, holding her legs in my arms, so her feet were in front of me. I kissed her tender feet; they smelled so good. I sucked on her toes; this was the first time I'd ever done this. I loved those little feet so much—perfect, smooth, and fragrant. After kissing them for a while, I put her feet down, and then you could see my penis going in and out of her vagina. I loved watching it. I wonder if you guys like it too? I like watching my penis go in and out of other women's vaginas; sometimes I even take pictures or record it—it's very arousing. After a while, I felt the urge to ejaculate, so I slowed down, leaned over, and gently asked her, "Is it comfortable? Do you like it?" Ah, brothers, at this moment, I was defeated. She said, "xxx (my name), can you stop? I'm only doing this because I'm out of strength. If you really love me, please stop, I beg you." I froze. In that instant, my penis lost all desire to fight. I slowly pulled it out, said "I'm sorry," and we went to sleep...
The next day, we still exchanged some words on the way back. At first, she said some unpleasant things, saying I had planned this all along, that it was despicable and vulgar, etc. Because I genuinely liked her, I didn't say anything. After we got back to our city, she probably saw I was in a bad mood and said, "Forget it, let's just pretend this never happened." Then she got off the bus and left. I thought she'd never contact me again. A few days later, I got another call. She was crying on the phone, begging me to pick her up. I went, took her out for a meal, and then sat in the car for a long time. She kissed me again. Women, oh women, I don't understand what's going on. But after that night, I slowly started to distance myself from her. Over the years, I've had many women in my life, but this one, I genuinely like, and I don't want to hurt her too much... Let me, even a wolf like me, do something good for once.
But I miss her so much... I don't know what to do. Brothers, what I've described is my true life. I think that although we all share a common interest—women—it doesn't prevent us from having normal romantic relationships, right? Those with relationship experience, please share your experiences with me. Thanks!

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