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[Recalling the Men I've Experienced] (09) Author: Yi Yiqiu 

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Author: Yi Yiqiu
Word Count: 4638


Chapter Nine:

The period before and after menstruation is always the time when a woman's body craves the most. Four days of rest had made my body
restless , mainly because I wanted to experience the physical impact of Xiao He and Qiangzi on me again. That night, I
texted Xiao He, but he said he was on a business trip. I was disappointed. He teased me, saying, "What's wrong? Want my big cock inside you again?"
I replied, "Yeah, I do." He said, "You're so horny, getting hornier and hornier." Looking at those
words , I actually got excited, and the image of myself spreading my legs and seducing Qiangzi flashed through my mind again. He sent another message:
"When I get back, I'll fuck you properly. You can find a man to keep you entertained at home, just like I did when I looked for you."
I replied, "Bullshit, can a woman be as shameless as you?" He replied, "Idiot, use a secondary account, chat until it
works out then meet up. If it doesn't work out, just block him. Who will know who he is? Do you have to use a QQ account with your picture on it?" I thought to myself, this
guy is really smart, he's experienced. That chat with me the other day, I wonder how many times he's cast
his net. But then I wondered, have I really reached the point where I actively seek out men to sleep with? Have I really degenerated into a slut
? But why was I so excited when I offered myself to Qiangzi that day? I thought back to the time when
Xiao A deliberately made me expose myself, and I felt a surge of excitement, my whole body heating up.

After struggling with this internal conflict for a while, Xiao He stopped replying to my messages, perhaps because she was busy. Looking at my now-silent
phone, I thought, maybe I should just indulge myself like Xiao He suggested. I picked up my phone and registered a new account.
I thought about a name for a long time, wanting it to be alluring but not too explicit, so I typed "Purple Long Dress." I searched for
people nearby and saw so many names, but suddenly I felt, do women have to
flirt with conversations? I didn't even know what to say in my first sentence. I laughed at myself and decided
to just go to sleep.

Just as I closed my eyes, my phone beeped; someone had added me. I glanced at the name; it was quite straightforward: Liu Mang. I
sent him a "haha" and said, "Your name is pretty straightforward, you're such a rogue!" He replied with a smiley face and said, "Yeah.
You're up so late, are you waiting for a rogue?" I subconsciously typed "bullshit," but then deleted
it. I replied, "Yeah, how did you know?" He replied with a bunch of smiley faces and then said, "Chatting so late,
doesn't your husband care about you?" I thought to myself, telling him I'm alone is like telling him I can
flirt with him as I please, but then I thought, since I'm going to indulge myself, I might as well not care so much. Anyway, nobody knows who's on the other end.
So I replied, "My husband is away on a business trip." "Do you miss your husband?" "Why do you have to miss him?" "Haha,
yeah, there are plenty of handsome guys out there, come out and have some fun, you're so bored." "What's fun in the middle of the night?" "
Come out , I'll treat you to a late-night snack, a delicious late-night snack, hahaha." Then he sent me a photo; he was dark-skinned
and muscular, not particularly good-looking. Then he sent a voice message: "I'm not ugly, am I? I'm healthy, hahaha." "Come out and sit for a while." I understood
what "sit for a while" meant, but I didn't know how to reply. "We're all lonely people; tomorrow we'll all
be strangers," he sent another message. The word "stranger" stirred a surge of emotion within me, and I replied:
"Okay, but it's too dark, where are we going?" "I have a car to pick you up." I hesitated for a moment, then
sent . He replied with a string of smiley faces and said he'd be there soon. Soon meant I was about to be pinned down
and driven to ecstasy by a man again. When my brain told my body this, I actually felt a little
impatient .

I got out of bed and put on a burgundy dress, off-the-shoulder, with two straps tied behind my neck at the top.
The dress was very short, just past my buttocks. I felt relaxed, now only thinking about sex, sex, exciting
sex. I put on black stockings and high heels; I knew these two things always excited men. I looked in
the mirror and felt my face flush. I grabbed my bag and went out.

I walked quickly because I didn't want him to know my address, so I gave him the name of the neighborhood next door. It was past 11 o'clock, and
there was almost no one on the street. As I walked, I felt the evening breeze on my body, like a man's hand caressing me. Touching myself,
my two labia majora were wedged between my narrow panties, rubbing against each other as my legs moved with each step
. I felt myself getting wet, especially the thought of going on a date with a man, of him having sex with me
.

I'd only been at the entrance of my apartment complex for a minute when a huge SUV pulled up in front of me. I
recognized him and quickly got in the passenger seat, not wanting to be seen. He floored
the gas pedal and drove off. "Where are we going?" "To somewhere secluded," he replied with a lewd grin. I didn't say
anything , but the smell of alcohol on him and the way he stared at my chest were making me almost lose control
. I knew that no matter where we went, we were going to have sex. And years of understanding my own body had taught me
that women are most sensitive before penetration, because that area seems to have its own mind;
it understands what's about to happen.

"Hey beautiful, what's your name?" he asked me as he drove. "Call me Auntie," I replied, glancing at him in the rearview mirror
. He was looking at me the same way. "Oh, Auntie," I couldn't help but chuckle. "Auntie, you're so pretty,
" he said, placing his hand on my leg. It was so late, and he seemed to understand our needs;
there was no awkwardness like a stranger would, and he wasn't afraid of being accused of harassment like he would in broad daylight. My
first instinct was to stop him, but as soon as I grabbed his hand, I realized I was already aroused.
Was it too self-deceptive to pretend to be reserved? Seeing that I wasn't pulling his hand away, he seemed to take it as a
hint and brazenly moved his hand to the inside of my leg. I felt myself getting wet. I glanced at him…
He pretended to be focused on driving, only looking at the road ahead, but I noticed his casual shorts
were already bulging. Without eye contact, I wasn't so embarrassed anymore; my carnal desires
seemed to be urging me: "Enjoy it, it's just a quickie, just let go and enjoy it."
I leaned back a little, my skirt riding up slightly, and I naturally spread my legs wider. His rough
hands had more room to maneuver, grabbing the inside of my left thigh, sometimes rubbing my right thigh with the back of his hand, sometimes
probing inside with his little finger, gently sliding it across my underwear. I couldn't help but writhe in my seat
, my skirt riding up higher and higher, and I cooperated by spreading my legs wider and wider. "I've been drinking, let's go around..."
"Ring, let's go to the Holiday Inn." Hearing this, I snapped back to reality. That was the hotel where I worked; of course I couldn't
go, but I didn't want him to know I worked there. I looked out the window; we were already at the West Ring Road,
at the foot of . "Can we drive up there?" He glanced at me and smiled, "Of course, it's an SUV."
"Then let's stop over there for a while." He chuckled lewdly, floored the gas pedal, turned off the outer ring road, drove a short distance down the mountain, and
stopped. It was almost midnight, and it was pitch black all around. Of course, there wasn't a soul in sight; I could only see
the streetlights of the outer ring road and the cars passing by. Suddenly, a strange thought crossed my mind: I'd
come out with a stranger like this. If he were a bad guy, he could dispose of my body without anyone noticing. Similarly, if
I were a bad guy, he would be just as dangerous. But it was just innate desire that drove a strange man and woman
to this desolate place in the middle of the night—it was truly laughable.

His large hand pulled me back from my strange thoughts. He had already moved to the passenger seat, closed the door,
and turned on the front reading light. We were squeezed into the cramped space, his knees against my seat,
leaning over me. He reached out and adjusted my seat all the way back, then backed it up, so I was half-reclined and sunken
into the seat. He straightened up and looked at me, and I looked at him too. He didn't say anything, but hurriedly took off his t-shirt and
shorts. I just watched, watching this man strip naked in front of me, and I instinctively reached down and
untied the tie of my skirt behind my neck. He leaned down and pulled my legs down, and our lower bodies were naturally
pressed together. He pulled down the upper part of my skirt, exposing my breasts to him. "
Not ? You're so slutty." I didn't say anything, only feeling my face burning, and my lower body
was already very wet from his touch. He lowered his head to kiss me, but the smell of alcohol on his breath made me feel nauseous, so I
grabbed his head and pushed it down. He obediently began to kiss my breasts, his hands also groping to pull down my underwear.
The space was too small, and he was between my legs, pulling my panties down so far that I had to
bend my left leg to pull them out. He didn't care, opened the car window, and put my legs on
the window frame, while my panties dangled on my right leg. I moaned as he sucked on me, my eyes involuntarily
closing as I enjoyed the physical stimulation. After kissing me for a while, he put my left leg on the gearshift, so I
was lying down in a wanton position with my thighs spread wide, my vulva exposed to him. He straightened up slightly,
one hand guiding his large member to slide against my vaginal opening, the other hand pressing flat on my lower abdomen, stimulating
my clitoris with his thumb. I writhed involuntarily from the stimulation, my moans growing louder, mingling with
the scent of the trees drifting in from outside the window. I felt a sense of illicit lovemaking, like what the trees had described.

I opened my eyes and saw him smugly admiring the seductive state he had created in me. "Put it in, fuck me,
quick." "I want you to open your eyes and watch me fuck you." "Mmm, fuck me quickly." He thrust his lower body forward, penetrating
deep inside me without any resistance. My body arched in pleasure, and I cried out loudly. "Ahhh, fuck me harder, ahhh,
faster, faster..." He kneaded my breasts with both hands, working hard while admiring my
ecstatic posture beneath him. "Ah, you're fucking me to death, ahhh." "Is it good? Is it good?" "Mmm, mmm,
it's so good "This is the first time I've met such a beautiful woman like you. You're really slutty. Did you wait for someone to fuck you in the middle of the night
?" "Mmm, yes, yes, ah, I can't take it anymore." He was also incredibly aroused. He stopped teasing and
started thrusting quickly and without reservation. Perhaps it was the stimulation from this stranger that was too great, or perhaps it was the passion of the wild that made him
too excited. He ejaculated after a few dozen thrusts.

After he finished, he lay on top of me, panting heavily. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the fading pleasure for several seconds
. A mountain breeze blew by, and I felt a chill on my legs that were hanging outside. I opened my eyes, pulled my legs
back, and relaxed them, only then realizing they were a little numb. "Beautiful lady, it felt so good to be with you."
"Really?" I replied irritably, but the thing inside me that was gradually shrinking made me
feel disappointed. I wasn't satisfied yet! I suddenly felt a fear of my own desires.
They were like a demon hidden deep in my soul, impossible to get rid of or control, always ready to
fight against my reason. And I always felt like I lost completely, utterly defeated.

He rested for a moment, straightened up, turned around, grabbed a tissue, wiped himself briefly, and then gently wiped
my lower body. As the tissue traveled along its path, my nerves finally registered the wet, sticky
feeling between my thighs and buttocks. There was so much fluid; every man I'd been with had told me this, though I didn't know if
other women felt the same way. The man carefully and gently wiped the woman's genitals, and the woman, at this point
, would spread her legs wide, exposing her most private parts to the man. This was
something every man would be willing to do for a woman, because after all, this action would only happen
after .

When he wiped my clitoris, I felt my body involuntarily tremble. He laughed, "Beautiful lady,
you're so sensitive." I didn't answer him, but instead reached down to my genitals, snatched the tissue from his hand, and pressed
his hand against my labia. "Kiss me," I shamefully uttered my innermost desire. My face burned; I
was openly begging this man I'd just met for physical satisfaction.
Perhaps in these situations, the woman simply needs to wait for the man's advances, tacitly playing hard to get.
But shamefully placing myself in a subservient position somehow brings an indescribable pleasure. Of course, at that
moment, I also decided to block him when I got home.

I took his hand and rubbed it against my genitals, while my other hand roamed over my chest, like masturbating,
occasionally pinching my nipples. For the first time in my life, I amplified my moans, trying to make them as seductive and
sexy , because even though my eyes were closed, I knew this man was staring at me with wide eyes. My right
shoe had somehow fallen out of the window, and I deliberately rubbed the cool surface of my left high heel
between his legs. His breathing became heavy, and I knew he was aroused again. At that moment, I felt a thrill, a
pleasure in using my own wantonness to seduce a man. At this point, there was no need to hold his hand anymore; he had already inserted his middle finger into
my vagina, his palm cupping my clitoris, probing inside me. He was enjoying
the feeling of ravaging me with his fingers; he knew that the faster he moved, the more wanton and horny I would become.

"I'm hard again, you little slut, come up here and play for a bit." We awkwardly switched places in the cramped space
. He straightened his chair and sat down, while I took off my last high heel and
squatted down like I was urinating. I proactively stuck my tongue into his mouth. At this moment, I wasn't so repulsed by the taste of alcohol in his mouth;
instead, I found it a kind of masculine stimulation. I took his penis, aimed it at my vaginal opening, and slowly sat down.
We both let out a long, comfortable sigh at the same time. Then, I started moving up and down wildly. I moaned as I moved,
each movement sending a piercing, tingling sensation through me, each movement feeling like a drain on my strength, before I mustered
the strength to move again. Soon, I felt completely limp and had no strength left to move. He
straightened my legs, and I obediently sat on him. I felt his penis penetrating even deeper. He began to thrust up and down, the
movements smaller, but each time he lowered his body, the weight of his body would hit my cervix. I yelled,
"Fuck me, fuck me to death!" "Yeah, fuck you to death, you little slut!"...

[To be continued]

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