The most intense passion and regret was that one time.

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I believe that every person who wants to make friends, no matter how much they yearn for it, experiences a struggle between courage and hesitation before taking action: personal safety (whether they might be blackmailed), physical safety (whether the other person has a medical condition), reputational safety (whether personal information will be leaked), and even legal protection (being caught on camera by the police). These concerns are not unfounded; numerous incidents reported online and in the news are vivid in our minds. As the saying goes, lust breeds audacity. After weighing my options, I made my choice. Soon, I registered as a member, becoming one of the many single men among the many "wolf friends" (a
term likely used to describe men seeking romantic relationships). To be honest, my process of making friends was extremely difficult. As a single man, I am in a vulnerable position among "wolf friends," and it is inherently difficult to gain the favor of couples (this is probably the sentiment of many single men). Coupled with my own cautiousness and timidity, I went for almost a year without success, not even meeting a single couple. But I always believed that making friends depends on fate and opportunity; it is something that cannot be forced, and one should not act rashly without being absolutely certain of success. This is completely different from simply picking up girls; one wrong move and you'll suffer a huge loss.
Persistence pays off. In the latter half of 2016, after countless communications and exchanges, and numerous trials and tribulations, I finally reached a basic agreement with a local couple from Changsha, resulting in a somewhat unsuccessful exchange.
I'm sure everyone's experience is different, so I won't waste time detailing mine; I'll just skip over it. The basic information is that the couple was a few years younger than me. The wife worked in the arts, I don't know if she was an actress or a staff member. The husband was a senior executive at a listed company. During the time we were exchanging information, he was frequently traveling to Kunming for a project in Yunnan, leaving his wife alone at home quite often. Later, we finally agreed to meet on the night the husband returned from his trip.
Although I didn't know their dating history beforehand, I sensed they were as cautious as I was, which greatly increased my confidence. For example, as a single man, arranging meals or accommodations was a given, but they offered to handle these themselves and then contact me later with specific hotel requirements. According to my husband after we met, "Your caution put us at ease."
Since we didn't know the room number beforehand, I waited in the hotel lobby for at least three hours that night. (During that time, my husband gave various excuses, such as flight delays and traffic jams. I even had a petty thought that he had actually arrived earlier and was secretly observing whether I was going alone, haha.)
As the saying goes, sincerity will be rewarded. Around 1 a.m., my robust husband finally arrived at the hotel, looking travel-worn, and picked me up as I sat alone on the sofa, almost asleep.
Entering the room, although my husband had been so modest in our previous conversations, my wife was unexpectedly more beautiful than I had imagined—and this was no exaggeration. She had fair, smooth skin, a tall and shapely figure, and beautiful, delicate features. This immediately filled my little brother with awe and rage, my heart pounding so hard that the time after entering the room became a blank in my memory. I only vaguely remember that the main lights in the room weren't on, and the soft light coming from the bathroom made us appear and disappear in the early morning darkness.
In a daze, I don't know when I kissed my wife's pink, slightly sunken nipples, nor how she transformed my hardness into the heat of her tongue. I only know that before I could even perform the perfect act I had sworn to do in our countless QQ chats, I let out a muffled groan, grabbed my wife's hair tightly, and ejaculated tremblingly, causing her to cough lightly. I am very grateful that the couple was very well-mannered; even though I was rude, they didn't... Instead of showing their displeasure, they kept comforting me, making me feel incredibly guilty.
Perhaps our actions deeply aroused my husband, or perhaps their separation made them feel like newlyweds; while my wife was still sitting on me, cleaning her mouth, my husband rushed over, pounced on her, and thrust into her, pumping wildly.
During our online conversations, my husband's initial idea was a double penetration, where I would enter her vagina while he entered her anus. At that moment, I didn't have time to react; I only felt my wife clench her teeth, her body contorted, her nails digging into my arms—it was excruciatingly painful. A moment later, my husband thrust forward deeply and then stopped, drops of hot fluid already flowing from my wife's vulva. He reached my lower abdomen.
The battle ended there; our activities didn't continue. After a short rest and shower, I said goodbye to the couple, not spending the night with them. The next day, my husband said online that it wasn't that I performed poorly, but rather that it was both of our first times, and in the midst of excitement and realization, we both felt empty and exhausted. I never asked him whether he entered my wife's anus or... Later, we originally planned to meet on a sunny afternoon to seriously showcase our bodies again for a more thorough experience, but due to various reasons, it never happened. I think the opportunity may or may not come, but since we had the first time, whether it was fulfilling or regrettable, it will gradually be integrated into the trend of making friends in the future.

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