Yangyang, with her captivating charm

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Over the years, I've been exploring a relaxed way of recording the stories of the ladies and sluts who constantly appear around me, and the interesting or uninteresting tales between us. Obviously, these experiences aren't always just about subtle pleasure and lewd talk, but I prefer to only record the pleasurable moments. Life is inherently complex, especially relationships between men and women. If you choose to look back with a heavy heart, some days will seem filled with helplessness and tragedy. So why can't we be a little lighter? Write about past people and events, one person per post, and see when it ends.
But first, a digression. Fellow enthusiasts, what kind of situations make sex more exciting? Leaving aside the restless passion brought on by unfamiliarity, familiar men and women often experience aesthetic fatigue; the once thrilling sex becomes mundane—a nearly unsolvable problem. So, let's talk about how to start a relationship more exciting when meeting someone you met online. In my opinion, women are inherently inclined to be raped. If you've done enough flirting and the woman arrives as planned, then a man who silently pins her down and gets straight to the point is often a good approach. Silence is very seductive because it carries a hint of violence, making it very arousing. The best time is when she just walks in; grab her, pounce, and go for it. Yes, women love that. What do you think?
Here's a side note for some rough guys: don't always pick up girls at inappropriate times. When you should be showing lust and eroticism, don't act like a virtuous woman; and when you should be serious, don't be vulgar. Play your role appropriately for the situation. If you're going to do it, do it openly and honestly. If you're not going to, maintain a gentlemanly facade from beginning to end. Don't be someone who wants to do it but is too afraid, and then tries to take advantage of you under various pretexts. Do you even know what "perverted" means? A girl who sees this kind of guy, even if she eventually gives in, will probably have already cursed him a thousand times over in her mind. Okay
, back to the main topic.
I met Yangyang on a social networking site. For two years, I was incredibly bored, so I registered an account on a social networking site and spent my free time looking at pictures of beautiful women. I added and chatted with quite a few people, and Yangyang was one of them.
During those two years, Yangyang traveled back and forth between Harbin and Guangdong, so we didn't see each other often. Sometimes I think that if I hadn't gotten married, Yangyang would definitely be the girl I would spend my life with. She was smart, capable, beautiful, charming, and worldly-wise. In her at 32, I saw all the captivating qualities of a mature woman.
Perhaps because we were both from Northeast China (I'm from Liaoning, Yangyang is from Heilongjiang), we shared many similar habits, languages, and ways of thinking. Even without sex, I still enjoyed being with her. She was both a rare beauty in bed (I learned this later) and a good friend with whom I could communicate on an equal footing.
Yangyang was a straightforward person. After chatting a few times, I made a sexual request. I've always been a direct person. Yangyang was also straightforward; she said yes, but only if I became her boyfriend. I said no, you know I'm married. She said, "You have to treat me like your boyfriend." I said no, I'm afraid I don't have enough time to play that role well, and agreeing would be a lie. She pouted. I said, "How about you treat me like your brother?" After that, she always called me "brother." I really enjoyed that title. One day, she suddenly messaged me, "Brother, I'm doing some business near your company, want to meet up?" I was so happy; our first meeting was with her coming to see me.
I rushed downstairs and saw her standing gracefully on the street corner, even prettier than in the photos, with a female companion beside her. I treated Yangyang to dinner that day, but because there was a third person present, I couldn't bring up anything else. However, we had a great time chatting. Her companion probably had a low threshold for laughter, and I made her laugh so hard she was shaking. Yangyang was fine; she didn't talk much, but I loved listening to her. After dinner, she wouldn't let me drive her home and drove herself. After she left, I made up my mind to win her over. I rarely have that kind of intense desire to have a girl, but Yangyang was exactly that kind of girl.
Yangyang is a versatile enchantress. The first time I met her, she was dressed in a professional suit, elegant and poised, with a very sophisticated white-collar vibe. The second time I saw her, she was stunningly alluring in an evening gown. She walked with a graceful, swaying gait, exuding femininity. Tall, slender, and fair-skinned, she constantly attracted the attention of the men at the next table. Yangyang is a girl who can make anyone look good in any situation.
Let me continue. I enjoy being Yangyang's older brother, because I don't have a younger sister. Every time I hear Yangyang affectionately call me "brother," my heart warms. We've met a few times over the past two or three months, and besides meals, we occasionally watch movies together. Despite the various ambiguous interactions, she deliberately avoids sleeping with me. Sometimes I complain, and she laughs and says, "What kind of brother and sister sleep together?"
However, it's still very enjoyable. Unless something particularly important comes up, I'm always there for her when she needs me. She didn't shy away from her friends; she invited a bunch of them to her birthday party, and they were especially affectionate towards me, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Sometimes I think, having a girl like Yangyang would be a wonderful thing; she can handle a lot of small things and isn't the kind of girl who causes trouble.
After the birthday party, one of her male friends offered to take her home, but she refused. She then got into my car. She had chosen Foshan for her birthday party, and because it was a bit far from where I lived, Yangyang had booked the Crowne Plaza Hotel for me beforehand. Unexpectedly, after dropping me off at the hotel, she wanted to get out of the car.
All my expectations from the journey vanished instantly. I asked, "Are you really getting out?" She laughed and said yes. I asked, "Aren't you coming up with me?" She shook her head. I was a little angry and complained, "Then why did you bring me back?" She got out of the car with a grin.
Helpless, I went to my room alone, feeling increasingly resentful and depressed. After thinking for a while, I made a snap decision and sent her a text message. I said, "Yangyang, if you leave me alone in the hotel tonight, I'm cutting ties with you." Then I turned off my phone, lay down on the bed, and resigned myself to fate. Take it or leave it.
To be honest, after using this desperate measure, I was a little hesitant. I was genuinely angry and disappointed at the time, and while I harbored a sliver of hope that this was a calculated move, I was also prepared for a real breakup. This do-or-die strategy was truly a last-ditch effort. If it worked, I'd have her and enjoy the pleasures of love; if not, I'd simply give up and stop fantasizing. Luckily, half an hour after sending the message, the doorbell rang. I cheered, jumped up, and rushed to the door. Yangyang stood there smiling. God help me, this trick worked!
I thought to myself, women who never disappoint me are rare. Overjoyed, I pressed her onto the bed without a word, passionately kissing her while undressing her. Clearly, Yangyang had planned this all along. Our passion burned fiercely, and my movements were unusually intense and powerful, a rapid, forceful thrusting, devoid of any technique. I felt that at this moment, all fancy moves and techniques were superfluous; just one word: fuck! Primal, simple. Yangyang said, "Are you trying to kill me today?"
We were exhausted afterward and rested for a while to recover. She got up to shower, and as she reached the door, she suddenly turned back with a smile: "Want to join me?" I loved Yangyang's natural and unpretentious way of doing things… Yangyang possessed an enviable figure, 168 cm tall, a slender body without an ounce of excess fat, a graceful appearance, and an alluring charm that could drive anyone wild. Seeing such a beautiful body, bathing together like lovers, I couldn't help but feel excited again. But she stopped me, saying, "Brother, let me serve you properly this time!" Saying this, she knelt down and, under the spray of the shower, carefully began to suck and lick me. As a man, I don't know what could be happier and more fulfilling than this moment. We made it a second time in the bathroom. I still remember carrying her on my back by her slender waist and thrusting into her full buttocks. Yangyang's long hair swayed back and forth, and she grabbed her breast with one hand, excitedly shouting, "Brother, fuck me to death..."
Yangyang is a bit of a "rich kid," with a refined lifestyle, but she's also very hardworking. She sometimes travels all over the country for her family's business, and I also travel a lot for work, so we'd meet up a couple of times. Once, after she finished her business in Harbin, I was in Beijing and waited for her for two days before she came from Harbin. We spent two days together. Then she came with me to Taiyuan. The four-hour high-speed train journey from Beijing to Taiyuan took us two whole days! First, at the airport, our flight was canceled, so we had to get a refund. We decided to take the high-speed train to Taiyuan and then go back to the city. We got back to the city late at night, got off a taxi near Beijing South Railway Station, and walked several kilometers with our luggage before finding a decent hotel. The next day, we tried to buy tickets, but all the tickets to Taiyuan were sold out, so we bought tickets to Shijiazhuang, took a bus from Shijiazhuang, and finally arrived in Taiyuan late at night. Despite all this trouble, she remained remarkably calm. That
trip deepened my understanding of Yangyang. Back in Guangdong, we were both busy with our own things, only able to meet once every ten days or so, and each time it always felt rushed. However, Yangyang never complained. Most of the time, I couldn't spend the night with her, and she was considerate of me from the beginning. A few months later, I took a vacation. She also happened to be free and wanted to go to the Maldives for a few days, asking if I wanted to come along. We spent five days there. The paradise-like beaches of the Maldives were filled with our happy moments.
Our separation was also simple. Two years ago, her family concentrated their business in Harbin, withdrawing their operations from Guangdong. Yangyang followed them back to Harbin, and since then we've only chatted through QQ. I visited her in Harbin once or twice during that time. As time passed, contact gradually decreased. Yangyang and I dated for about a year without any unpleasant incidents, let alone arguments or quarrels. I wonder which lucky guy is so fortunate to marry my beautiful, intelligent, capable, and charming sister.

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