The young woman's confusion

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The living room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn tightly, blocking out all light. A beautiful, voluptuous young woman knelt naked on the soft carpet. Two meters in front of her stood a naked man, legs spread wide, his erect penis, the symbol of masculinity, prominent between them. The woman gazed at him with rapt attention, her excitement palpable. The man, too, seemed excited, his breathing rapid. She knew she would give him the best sex of his life, an unparalleled spiritual experience, a pleasure he could never attain from any other woman. She knelt and
told him to spread his legs. Then, she lowered her head and slowly crawled towards him on the carpet, her eyes filled with pleasure and ecstasy as she looked at the man with his legs spread before her.
He watched as the beautiful young woman slowly crawled towards his crotch, his heart pounding wildly, feeling like it was about to jump out of his chest. The woman crawled closer and closer, eventually crawling between his legs, then from behind him. She lowered her head and kissed the man's feet, saying, "I've finally fulfilled my wish, I've truly crawled between your legs. I'm so happy, I'm so glad to be the woman between your legs. Do you like me like this? I like it very much."
He was so excited he didn't know what to say. No woman had ever made him feel superior. This young woman gave him a sense of vanity and satisfaction rarely found in men. He understood her well, knew what she needed, and therefore knew how to answer her. He lowered his head, looking at the voluptuous, alluring woman intently licking his feet, and said, "I made you crawl between my legs, will you thank me?" The woman looked up at him, saying, "Yes, I'm very grateful for this kindness. I'll repay you for making me crawl between your legs."
She continued, "I want to kiss you."
The man smiled. He understood perfectly what that kiss meant; it was the result of losing a game they had played before making love. It was a very simple game – playing cards. Whoever lost had to do whatever the other man did. When the man won, he would make the woman suck his semen, lick his feet, etc. The woman enthusiastically agreed and was excited. But after winning a round, this beautiful young woman made a request: to kiss him. When the man put his mouth to hers, she pushed him away, saying, "You misunderstood me. When I say kiss, I mean my mouth kissing your anus. In my heart, I feel that my mouth should kiss your anus to be normal. I won this time. From now on, when I say kiss, I mean my mouth kissing your anus, understand?"
So when the woman said "kiss," he knew what she meant. Before he could react, the woman had already used her hot lips to kiss the man's anus, and extended her tongue, licking deeply and passionately. The young woman was intoxicated by this wonderful feeling.
This young woman is me. My name is Lijun, but you can call me Lijun. Although what I do is vulgar, or you might think it's cheap, I like it. Not many women dare to express their sexual desires or preferences as openly as I do. I don't have the writing skills of Mu Zimei or other online writers, but I write truthfully. I don't want to be famous. Many women, like me, have deep sexual fantasies and desires, but the vast majority dare not express them, keeping them buried deep in their hearts until death. Traditional Chinese thought cannot tolerate women like me. I'm just writing down my true sexual feelings and views. I wasn't born this way; a very special man nurtured this potential within me. I've broken up with him now, and I really miss him. He's the one who made me feel the heartfelt, trembling pleasure of sex, the decadent pleasure, allowing me to enjoy a kind of pleasure that other women cannot experience. Of course, while I'm not a great beauty, I'm far better looking than the likes of Mu Zimei.
As a woman, I believe there aren't many people who have experienced what I have. I can no longer judge whether what I've experienced is right or wrong. Scenes of lust and infatuation often float into my mind. My ability to distinguish right from wrong seems unimportant. Numb, I hate myself, yet I continue obsessively...
I'm not young anymore. Born in 1974, I'm 31 years old this year. I wouldn't say I'm outstanding in appearance, but I'm definitely not bad-looking either. My advantages are my fair skin and a very sexy figure. Many men who have seen my figure have praised me for this! You could say I'm a still-charming young woman, a young woman without a husband.
I had sex with my first man when I was 17, and later married him until he died in a car accident while on a business trip in 1999…
I am a woman with strong desires and many strange ideas in my mind. I deeply love oral sex and anal licking, and I also like men to do the same to me. But if I had to choose one, I would choose to give oral sex and anal licking to men without hesitation. I think this feeling is many times better than what he did to me. My views on sex and the level of satisfaction I have are so crazy that I find it hard to talk about myself. I have done things that others would never dare to think about in their entire lives. But while I like this feeling, you may think that I am a shameless, extremely shameless, and perverted woman. I used to think that way too, and I agree with your views on me. But I am so intoxicated by this strange love and desire that I cannot extricate myself. Although I have thought about changing, the repeated pleasures that hit the depths of my soul make me unable to stop. Now I am writing about my experiences from 2001 to 2006 in a state of confusion.
Now, I'm almost at the main point. I advise those who dislike extremely extreme sexual content to stop reading now; the content might be unacceptable to you. It includes some SM and threesome scenarios. I believe no other erotic novel is as realistic as mine, because it's all based on my personal experiences and genuine thoughts.
In 2001, my husband had been dead for over two years. My workplace, the state-owned cotton mill, went bankrupt, and I was laid off. My future was gone, but my biggest worry wasn't losing my 700-800 yuan salary. What I needed most at that time was to find a man. I hadn't had sex in a very long time. Seeing my friends around me, all so excited and carefree, I would come home alone at night and only find satisfaction through masturbation. It wasn't that no one pursued me, but I felt absolutely nothing for them.
The disappointment of being laid off left me in a terrible mood. Strangely, at that moment, my libido was incredibly strong. I desperately wanted a naked man standing in front of me, so I could have some fun with him.
Lying in bed that night, I started masturbating again. Maybe it was because I hadn't had sex with a man for over two years, or maybe I was masturbating too frequently. My mind was filled with wild, bizarre thoughts, growing increasingly outlandish, daring, and shameless. Because it was my personal secret, my thoughts were unrestricted and uninhibited. When I reached pleasure from masturbation, morality and ethics were just empty words, meaningless to me. Lately, whenever I masturbated, I fantasized about someone—Cheng Bin, the office director at my workplace. He was probably only a year or two older than me, warm-hearted, energetic, handsome, and mature, with a very masculine charm. He has a well-proportioned figure, which is my type. I'm not interested in men who are too thin; I like men with some meat on their bones, even if it's not muscle. He's married, and every time I see him, I have this kind of sexual urge and want to sleep with him. Although I have many unhealthy sexual fantasies, I'm not the kind of woman who easily reveals her feelings to others. I don't know what he thinks of me. I can only have sex with him through fantasies. Sometimes I think that if he would let me have sex with him just once, I would be willing to give up a month's salary. It's nothing to rich people, but it's a lot for me.
I touched my genitals, mainly my clitoris and labia, rubbing them with my hands to arouse pleasure, slowly reaching a state of euphoria. My mind was clearly fantasizing about making love with him. I like to fantasize about details, thinking about what I would do if Cheng Bin were next to me right now. I touched and thought, I really wanted to taste his penis. I fantasized that I was sucking his penis, he was high above me looking down at me, I was crawling between his legs, sucking desperately, his face full of intoxication, which made me even happier. I continued to caress my genitals, continuing to stimulate my numb nerves, continuing to fantasize, if Cheng Bin turned around at this moment and said to me, "Lick my anus," I would be very happy to put my tongue deep inside, bury my face between his buttocks, and lick his anus with pleasure, and say to him while licking his anus, "You are so good to me, thank you." Whenever I thought of this, I couldn't help but speed up my movements, and I successfully masturbated to orgasm. I feel so useless. I can't control myself and crave pleasure. I still have so many more exciting fantasies to fulfill before collapsing in orgasm—a dry, unfulfilled orgasm. When I come to my senses and return to reality, I feel so pathetic. I'm laid off now, and I might never see him again. I have no means of support, no normal sex life, and no one to rely on. My parents are long gone. I had a very considerate husband, but he passed away early and is far away from me. I have two older brothers, one working in Shanghai, and the other, although in the same city as me, is strangely afraid of his wife. I can't rely on him anymore. I'm all alone, still fantasizing about giving oral sex to men. I cried. That was a very sad night for me, and I remember it very clearly.
Things always seem to change when you think all hope is lost. The next day, I went to my workplace to process my layoff paperwork. The person in charge happened to be Cheng Bin, the man I'd always dreamed of but could never have. Every time I saw him, my heart would race. I tried my best to remain calm, to hide my despicable thoughts, but my eyes couldn't leave him. What I loved most wasn't his face, but his plump buttocks. I really wanted to touch them. I frantically thought, "If he called me into the next office right now, sexually assaulted me, and demanded I offer myself to keep my job, that would be perfect. I would truly thank God. Ideally, he would come into the office and say, 'Lijun, come and eat my...'" "Penis, eat well, satisfy me, and I'll keep your job at work." I was daydreaming. "Lijun." "What are you thinking about? You're lost in thought. Come here and sign this." Chengbin called to me, jolting me back to reality. My face was probably red. I replied, "Sigh, I'm laid off. I'm thinking about what to do next."
Chengbin smiled and said, "You're so pretty, you should have plenty of jobs. Staying here will only hold you back." I knew he genuinely meant I was pretty because Xiao Li from their office had told me that he had praised me in front of others, saying I was very feminine, had a great figure, and was very beautiful. That's how I started to notice him.
I smiled shyly and said, "You have many friends, help me find one. Without a job, there's no work; without money, there's no food." Actually, I didn't expect him to help me find a job. I just wanted to use this opportunity to spend more time with him. Before, in a factory, no one dared to reveal anything. Even the smallest thing would immediately become the talk of the town. Things are different now. I can contact him outside of work, which is best.
"Okay, I'll ask. Give me your phone number, and I'll let you know when I've made contact," he readily agreed. "I don't have a cell phone. With my meager monthly salary, how can I afford one? How about I call you?"
He gave me his cell phone number. I was secretly delighted. I finally had a chance to contact you. I had to seize this opportunity. I didn't want to be a third party, but I really wanted to sleep with you. I really wanted to taste your penis, with my mouth.
Two days later, I couldn't wait any longer and called him. He told me he had contacted him, but couldn't reach me. He suggested we meet at a famous coffee shop in the city. I was excited and nervous. Was he going to make his move on me tonight? The day I'd been waiting for was almost here. I was afraid he was a fool, not a decent man. After thinking it over, I decided to take the initiative tonight. I'd pretend to be a prostitute and get him. Besides, he was a well-known rich man in our factory. He was in charge of office purchasing, and everyone said he'd struck it rich. Maybe being his mistress would make my life easier, he'd give me money, and I could satisfy my sexual desires. It was a win-win situation.
I took a thorough shower at home, put on makeup, and wore clothes that best showed off my figure. Although the weather was still quite cold, I didn't care. I really wanted to experience these things firsthand tonight, instead of just fantasizing about them. I desperately wanted to realize my fantasies while masturbating—to be able to suck his penis, and even to have him ejaculate in my mouth. I decorated my house; maybe I'd bring him over to make love!
Time seemed to drag on. Before leaving, I sprayed on some Burberry perfume that I'd been saving for a while. Dressed up carefully, with a secret I couldn't tell anyone, I arrived at the coffee shop right on time. Cheng Bin was already there, waiting for me with another man. Cheng Bin stared at me blankly for a full 30 seconds before finally saying, "So you're this beautiful. You're really wasting your time working in the cotton mill." I knew my appearance had attracted him. I smiled coyly and said, "Sorry to keep you waiting."
He led me into a stylishly decorated private room and introduced me to another man, saying, "This is my good brother, Mo Wei. He's a manager at a high-end restaurant."
It was then that I noticed this man. He had a very upright, square face, a very masculine face, thick eyebrows, sharp eyes, and smooth skin. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he was definitely the type whose face would hold your gaze. He was tall and strong, with broad shoulders, wearing a dark blue suit with a subtle floral tie. I noticed that the collar and cuffs of his shirt were very clean, giving him a very neat appearance. I never expected that a man with Cheng Bin would be so stylish.
Mo Wei asked me, "I think I can arrange a position for you in our restaurant, but the salary might not be high."
His voice was a very magnetic baritone. I really didn't want to work in a restaurant; it was hard work and the pay was too low. But I didn't immediately refuse. I needed an opportunity to continue interacting with Cheng Bin. Because my purpose in coming wasn't really to look for a job, I continued the conversation tactfully, telling them I needed time to consider.
We chatted happily, from company profits to national policies, from national policies to the gap between rich and poor, all the way to topics I wanted to hear: keeping mistresses, supporting prostitutes, and so on. I occasionally chimed in, and the two of them talked animatedly. As I listened, I observed them closely. Cheng Bin was quite obvious in front of me, constantly watching my expression and reactions while speaking. I knew he was interested in me, and given the opportunity, he would pounce like a wolf—it's a woman's intuition. I was quite satisfied with this arrangement.
Time flew by, and it was past 11 PM. Mo Wei suggested going home first. At that moment, my heart inexplicably raced. The crucial moment had arrived. All evening, with the three of us together, I couldn't really show anything. What to do?
Cheng Bin offered to drive us. It turned out he'd come in a friend's car. He dropped Mo Wei off first. I suddenly realized Mo Wei lived very close to my second brother's house. Looking at his burly figure from behind, my gaze unconsciously lingered on his buttocks—firm, full buttocks, the kind I liked. Good heavens, am I even human? Am I such a pervert? My mind immediately snapped back to reality; Cheng Bin was right next to me. Luckily, he was backing up and didn't notice my gaze. Looks like I need to be more careful with my eyes in the future. I'm such a lecherous woman. I know it's all because I haven't had sex with a man for over two years, plus frequent masturbation. I've always been a woman with a strong sex drive, and this long period of celibacy has driven me a little crazy.
I told Chengbin my address, and he casually asked, "I heard your husband is gone. Do you have a new boyfriend?"
I knew he was trying to find out. I deliberately remained silent for a minute before replying, "No, who would want someone like me?"
"You think you're not good enough? Beautiful, mature, and generous and well-mannered. You're exaggerating!" Chengbin replied with a smile. He was flattering me, and I enjoyed it. Women love sweet words, and I was no exception. I said, "Let's not talk about me. What about you? Won't your wife scold you when you get home tonight?"
"She will. My wife likes to nag me, but unfortunately, she can't anymore."
"Why?" I asked, genuinely puzzled. "My wife went to Peking Union Medical College Hospital for further studies. She's going to become an attending physician. She went right after the New Year and it's been several months already. She won't be back for another year. Now I'm all alone."
I impulsively said, "You're not happy now, so you can take this opportunity to cheat on me." As soon as I said it, I regretted it. We weren't close enough for me to say something like that, but I was still pleased with myself for saying it, hoping to see his reaction. He didn't seem to mind my casualness and laughed, replying, "Cheating, haha, to be honest, no man doesn't want that, but without a woman I'm satisfied with, I really..." "I don't want outside things to affect my family. Where can I find someone so suitable?"
I really wanted to tell her that this is the kind of woman I am. If you want to marry me, I wouldn't want to. I only want to be your sex partner. But how could I say it? I lowered my head and didn't answer him. "If there really is a woman as beautiful and considerate as you, I really want to try. Unfortunately, I can't find one."
I still didn't know how to answer him. I looked at his well-defined face, staring ahead, gripping the steering wheel. I remembered a pornographic film I had seen online, where the man was driving and the woman was giving him oral sex. I wish I were that woman.
I said, "Stop the car, I'm home."
I couldn't let this opportunity slip away, or I'd have another long night and regret not keeping him. I decided to take the initiative and continued, "No one's watching you now, so it's okay to go home a little late. Come in and sit for a bit. It's really kind of you to help me find a job."
He smiled and said, "It's late now. You're not just being polite, are you? You want me to come in? Don't regret it, I really dare to come in and sit down."
I smiled too, "I'm not being polite. Come in and have a look."
I led him into my home and made him a cup of tea. He admired my room. My home wasn't big, just two bedrooms and a living room, but the decor was quite nice. Thanks to my careful arrangement, the room was filled with my favorite decorations. "Women are really good at managing a household. Your home is very cozy. I'm home alone now, and my house is a mess."
I wasn't in the mood for small talk. I was very excited and wanted to figure out how to steer the conversation towards things between men and women. I said yes, "Single women have nothing to do except go to work, go shopping, and tidy up their rooms."
He just kept drinking tea while looking at the room. I could tell he was hesitant, but he didn't seem inclined to leave. Did I really have to be the one to say, "I want to have sex with you"? He's such a blockhead. I had no choice but to boldly seduce him. Once a woman's desire is aroused, she has no inhibitions, especially a woman like me.
"You helped me find a job, how can I thank you?" I hoped he would continue, preferably with the jokingly accepted phrase: offering himself in return. He stared blankly, at a loss for words. "Whatever, things haven't succeeded yet." I didn't care about anything else. I sat down next to him, stared intently into his eyes, and said, "You have everything you could want, and your living conditions are excellent. It seems I have no choice but to repay you with my body." "Really?" His eyes lit up, and his face turned red. I, on the other hand, remained calm. "As long as you don't mind me and can help me find a good job, I'm willing to take my wife's place when she's not around. Don't worry, I absolutely won't affect your family. I'm serious. I have feelings for you, and you're going to help me, so it's a fair exchange." I blurted out a lot of things in one breath, my face unconsciously turning red. I could only use his job-finding as an excuse to cover up my true intentions.
Cheng Bin hesitated for a moment, then impulsively hugged me. "I really like you. I've wanted to be with you for a long time... but I'm just sorry. I promise I'll make you happy, I promise I'll find you a job you'll be happy with." His breathing became very rapid, and his words began to slur.
My heart trembled, and I felt myself getting wet. My dream was about to come true, tonight! Words didn't matter at this moment. I held his head, kissed his lips, and whispered, "I have strong feelings for you. This opportunity is important for both of us."
We kissed passionately, our tongues intertwined. His saliva tasted so good; I greedily sucked on his tongue. Forget about being a lady, a woman, or being reserved—to hell with it all! We kissed for almost two minutes, and the intensity of our passion surprised me. His hands began to caress my breasts through my clothes, and he buried his head deep in my chest, refusing to leave. It seemed this man had been interested in me for a long time; it's true that all men are lustful.
I said, "Let's take a shower. I won't be going home tonight; I'll sleep here." Although I'm not picky about anything during sex, I don't like having sex with someone who hasn't showered. I think not showering greatly affects the mood and the quality of the experience.
I felt no shyness whatsoever, and boldly stripped off my clothes, presenting myself naked before him. I must be an experienced woman; sex wasn't unfamiliar to me. I had been naked in front of men since I was 17.
In the bathroom, he took off his last piece of clothing—a sexy pair of panties. I suddenly had the urge to kiss them, but I didn't dare. This was our first time together; I couldn't be too forward or promiscuous. Looking at his thick thighs, the dark, downy pubic hair, the lush, sexy, and adorable male genitalia, completely exposed before my eyes, his penis was already hard as an iron rod, with residual precum on the glans (I know that when a man is aroused, some fluid will leak out; I don't know what to call the clear liquid). I can't describe the pleasure I felt. I really wanted to immediately grab his penis and lick the precum off the glans clean with my tongue, but I still didn't dare, secretly swallowing my saliva.
I pretended to be natural. He looked at me, stroked my breasts, and said, "They're so big and beautiful."
I smiled at him and said, "Now they're all yours." Then we kissed passionately in the shower, except his hand was on my genitals and my hand was holding his medium-sized penis. To be honest, Cheng Bin's penis wasn't very big, at least smaller than my ex-husband's, but that didn't matter. I'm not a woman who needs a big penis to satisfy herself. I was very satisfied with him like this.
After drying me off, he insisted on carrying me to the bed. I lay naked in front of him, not embarrassed at all; on the contrary, I enjoyed it all. I had been waiting for this for a long time. He climbed on top of me and kissed me gently, from my lips to my earlobe, kissing my neck. I hugged him, my hands holding his buttocks, gently kneading them, enjoying his full, fleshy buttocks. I was very satisfied with his buttocks. He continued kissing down, kissing my breasts, licking my chest passionately. It was ticklish and felt so good. Suddenly, he sucked on my nipple, and I trembled all over. It felt so good; I hadn't felt this way in so long. His tongue was so soft, his lips so comfortable. I almost moaned, but I didn't. I waited for him to continue kissing me, hoping he would go down and lick my clitoris, my labia with his gentle tongue...
I never expected him to not kiss me down. He just put his penis directly into my vagina. Damn it! This man has no romance. I hadn't even sucked his penis yet! I was waiting for him to kiss my whole body before I climbed on top of him and kissed his entire body, until I had licked his anus beautifully before entering my vagina. I'm a woman, after all, and I was a little embarrassed to be too proactive. I couldn't just grab a penis and shove it into my mouth like in porn movies. I suddenly felt very agitated.
Cheng Bin's sexual skills were really good. His rock-hard penis was thrusting violently inside my vagina. It felt so good. Soon I was completely out of control. I started talking nonsense, muttering incessantly: "So good... You're so amazing... I'm so happy... You're my dear husband..." He listened to me and became even more enthusiastic. I felt him penetrating deeper and deeper. It was strange; his penis wasn't long, so how could I feel him going all the way in? He kept asking me, "Does it feel good? I'm amazing, right? I'll satisfy you." I told him, "You can ejaculate inside. I have an IUD; I won't get pregnant."
He lasted a long time. I held back my orgasm for a long time. Finally, he said he couldn't take it anymore and was about to ejaculate. I timed my orgasm perfectly to coincide with his ejaculation. The orgasm was long and intense. I felt so good, completely different from masturbation. I loved this feeling. I almost fainted. After a while, he gently nudged me and asked, "How does it feel?" I came back to reality from my daze. I said, "Your sexual skills are amazing. I feel great."
Yes, I couldn't tell him, "Your sex skills are terrible. I need the whole experience, not just genital contact. You're a complete blockhead, just a sex machine." But I couldn't say that; it would hurt his pride. I didn't want to lose him. I hoped that with more practice, he would become more open.
No foreplay, no fancy techniques—it ended so simply. Although it felt good, it was far from what I wanted. My fantasies hadn't been fulfilled. Oral sex, anal licking, even specific positions—these were my basic fantasies. Besides, in my excitement, I thought about even more embarrassing things. It seems I won't be able to do that today. As I mentioned before, I really enjoy sucking on men's penises. Perhaps it's pathological. If I had to choose between having a man's penis in my mouth or my vagina, it would be incredibly difficult for me to choose. However, if a man's penis were to thrust in my mouth until he orgasmed and ejaculated inside, and I could masturbate and reach orgasm along with him, that would be an immense pleasure. I feel that having a man's genitals in my mouth gives me more mental satisfaction than having them in my vagina. Back in 2001, I hadn't experienced anything like this, so I've always fantasized about it.
After we finished, he washed up and said, "I'll go home and sleep. If you need me, I'll arrange to come back and keep you company tomorrow. I hope you don't think I just used you and left." He said this somewhat apologetically.
Actually, I was already satisfied and didn't mind too much, but I was still very happy. I said, "Thank you, you did a great job today, I felt very comfortable. Will you come and spend the night with me tomorrow?" We'd already done it once, so I didn't care about doing it twice, three times, or more. I started to speak more freely because we'd slept together, proving I was his woman. Regardless of the form it took, I was definitely a woman he'd slept with. I liked this status. Now I'm alone again. So many lonely and unbearable nights, but today I finally received some compensation. Although it hasn't reached my ideal state, it's enough. I'm still very satisfied.
Looking at myself naked, I caressed my smooth skin, my high breasts, my round thighs, my plump and elastic buttocks. I didn't want to recall everything about seducing Cheng Bin; I could only recall the scene of intercourse. Regardless of my methods, I was satisfied that I had a good start with Cheng Bin.
The next day, I didn't call Chengbin. I didn't want him to think that after our one-night stand, I was clinging to him. I didn't want to put pressure on him, even though he couldn't reach me—I didn't have a cell phone. I knew that if he still wanted me, he would find a way to reach me.
Being with a man was truly different; I felt incredibly comfortable all over, and my spirits were high. I made plans to go shopping with my best friend, Yunyun. Yunyun and I were classmates in junior high school. She's been my best friend for many years and was also my bridesmaid at my wedding. She's very beautiful, but smarter than me. She married a man 18 years her senior. You all know why, right? Yes, this man is rich. He owns three large gas stations in the city. We talk about almost everything. I happily told him that I had a one-night stand with a man last night, and of course, I bragged about it to her. Although Yunyun has a good life and plenty of material possessions, she doesn't dare to mess around outside. I've known for a long time that she has thoughts of having an affair. Whenever we talk about men, she gets all excited and passionate. She really wants to find another man for an extramarital affair, or maybe she just wants sex outside of marriage. But she doesn't dare. First, she doesn't want to lose her rich husband, and second, her husband is almost 50 years old and is quite jealous, keeping a close eye on her.
Yunyun looked at me with envy and said, "You're almost an old maid, and you finally have a man." She knew I hadn't had a man in my life for the past two years. Yunyun continued, "How come I've never heard you mention this before? You're already in bed with him. You're really promiscuous."
I laughed and said, "I've known him for a long time, and I thought there was no future with him. Yesterday I took the initiative a little, and all men are like that. As soon as you show a little bit of interest, your lecherous nature comes out."
"You haven't been with a man in a long time, have you? You're so desperate for one, even actively seducing him. Aren't you afraid he'll laugh at you?" Yunyun said, her tone clearly tinged with jealousy.
We talked about relationships without any reservations; she was a woman who dared to say and ask anything.
Yunyun then asked, "Is he good in bed? You've been waiting for this! How many times have you done it? What kinds of positions have you tried? Tell me honestly, don't hide anything!"
I could only smile wryly and say, "Just once. No tricks at all, just started right away. But he was pretty good, it felt really good."
"Really? You just started right away and didn't make him lick your genitals?"
"No, it was the first time, how could I bring it up? Maybe we're both still a bit reserved." That's what I answered, but in my heart I thought, whether he licked my genitals or not wasn't the most important thing, the most important thing was that I didn't lick his penis. But I didn't dare tell Yunyun what I was thinking, afraid she would laugh at me.
We chatted and strolled around, seemingly having a good time, but my mind was still on Cheng Bin. I wondered if he would come to my house tonight, and whether he was satisfied with my performance in bed. Was he conservative or open-minded? By yesterday's standards, he wasn't even conservative; he was just old-fashioned. I strolled around absentmindedly, my mind preoccupied with what to do that night. If he was as old-fashioned as yesterday, should I offer him oral sex? Would he be disgusted? My thoughts started racing again. I imagined his expression when I was sucking his penis. I made a decision: if he came to see me tonight and acted the same way as yesterday, I would be more proactive. I'd already slept with him; being a little more promiscuous wouldn't matter. Besides, this was the feeling I was after. If he was truly a very old-fashioned person in bed, I wouldn't want him. There wasn't much point in having sex with a man like that. I knew that if I were a little more open, I could have many men. A woman's advantage is that it's much easier for her to find a man to sleep with than for a man.
At noon, Yunyun treated me to McDonald's, and she returned home laden with bags of groceries, while I went home empty-handed. My finances simply didn't allow me to spend money recklessly. Before I even reached my doorstep, I saw Chengbin standing there like a fool downstairs. My heart fluttered with joy. He still had feelings for me, and it wasn't just a one-night stand. I gave him a sweet smile and walked quickly toward him. When he saw me, he excitedly said, "You're finally back! I've been waiting for you for so long. I'm so sorry about last night; I borrowed a friend's car, and I have to return it tonight."
He was dressed casually, simple yet clean, the quality of his clothes impeccable, and his outfit perfectly coordinated—clearly not cheap. Looking at his well-defined features and clean-shaven face, I felt he was even more handsome than before. I thought, this is the man I've slept with, and now I have him again, even if it's only temporary. A feeling of happiness welled up inside me. I smiled and said, "It's okay, come upstairs to my place."
Once inside, he handed me a cell phone, saying, "I bought this for you this morning, and I also bought you a SIM card and topped it up with 200 yuan of credit. It'll be easier for us to contact each other now. I hope you like it."
I was overjoyed, not because of the phone itself—although I'd always wanted one but couldn't afford it—but because his gesture showed he cared about me and was very thoughtful. "You're so good to me," I said, and hugged him tightly, kissing him passionately. My heart was pounding again. As we kissed, I thought, "How wonderful it would be to do it now!" He was also very passionate, kissing me intensely. We held each other tightly, and I whispered in his ear, "Let's take a shower together." I don't know where I got the courage to say those words; I simply couldn't control my desire. He readily agreed, and despite the rather cold weather, he quickly stripped off all his clothes. Of course, I was just as fast as him.
We kissed and embraced, enjoying the warmth of the shower. I'm a smart woman; surely there's a way to fulfill my sexual fantasies? I subtly hinted to him, "You look so manly. You know, I hate men who lack masculinity. I like men with a strong sense of self, not men without their own opinions." I don't know if he understood me, but what I meant was that a man with a strong sense of self should be self-centered, not consider my feelings, not think about whether I like it or not, and should willingly let me put my head between his legs and say, "Suck my penis." He could even make some unreasonable demands.
He didn't do that. I know some women don't like oral sex. Maybe he was being respectful, but he didn't realize that during sex, the last thing I need is respect!
I had no choice but to take the initiative. I took the soap and said, "I've washed you." I rubbed a lot of soap on his penis, holding his hard male genitals with both hands. It felt so good. I rubbed it back and forth, then reached down to his crotch and gently touched his anus with my middle finger. He trembled slightly, and his expression made me ecstatic. I rubbed and wiped his anus with soap, feeling the soft, abundant hair around his anus. I liked it. I thought that if I ever had the chance to lick his anus, I would definitely lick the hair around his anus properly and taste the flavor of his anal hair.
I took the showerhead and rinsed his lower body thoroughly. I slowly squatted down, pretending to carefully wash his penis, even though it was already clean. I was just hesitating whether I should kiss it. His strong, erect penis, a symbol of masculine dignity, was right before my eyes. I looked closely. This was a man's mysterious place, this was my favorite, this was where a man urinates. When I thought about this, I felt an indescribable excitement. I didn't care if the sky fell, I didn't care what Cheng Bin did. Look at me, I went up and took his penis into my mouth. Ah, this world is so wonderful, I've never felt so happy before, it tastes so good. I actually put his urethra into my mouth, and I felt an inexplicable surge of joy. I sucked desperately, trying my best not to let my teeth get on his penis. His strong hands started to stroke my head, and he let out comfortable moans. I felt even better. I used the tip of my tongue to lick every part of his glans very carefully, not wanting to miss a single spot. I desperately sucked on the precum flowing from his glans. Although it had no taste, I felt an intense pleasure in my heart. Squatting was too tiring, so I simply knelt in front of him. That way, I wouldn't have to worry about my sore calves while I was sucking him. I held his buttocks with both hands, directing his body to move back and forth. What a wonderful position! This was him doing my mouth. I liked it; this was more manly. Cheng Bin didn't seem to be a blockhead. With my slight guidance, he skillfully did it. He grabbed my hair with one hand, placed the other on his hip, and swayed his body back and forth. His adorable penis went in and out of my mouth. I loved this position so much. I felt extremely satisfied, and I was almost... I reached my climax, and I think it was related to the fact that I hadn't had sex with a man in a long time. I tried to get his penis down my throat, and my hands didn't stop either. At this moment, my right index finger went into his anus. I'm a slut, a resentful woman who needs to be fucked. At this moment, I didn't care about anything. He didn't refuse my index finger. While enjoying the pleasure of sucking his penis, I desperately pushed my index finger deeper into his anus, imitating him by inserting his penis into my mouth, moving my finger in and out of his anus. My index finger was almost completely inside. Seeing that he didn't react, I didn't care.
He suddenly pushed my head out and took his lovely penis out of my mouth. How could I bear to let him take it out? My mouth followed his penis everywhere, trying hard to keep it in. He still insisted on taking it out, saying, "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to ejaculate if I don't come out soon." Actually, I really hoped that he would ejaculate into my mouth like that. Drinking the semen flowing from his penis would be my greatest pleasure. Well, at least I've let go of this step. I'll have plenty of time to savor his penis when we get to bed. So, I pulled my finger out of his anus. I knelt before him, looking up at him. He looked down at me. I put the index finger I'd just inserted into his anus into my mouth and sucked on it hungrily, my expression one of ecstasy, as if I were eating the world's best lollipop. I stared intently at him. I felt this was amazing, my heart racing. I loved this performance, loved licking his finger, loved this feeling, loved it so much! His face was already flushed. I knew it wasn't shyness, it was over-excitement. When I see a man so excited, I get even more excited myself. After a while, he calmed down, revealing a strange smile. I knew I'd stirred his emotions. I was waiting for your tricks. If you don't have any, I'll be really unhappy. (End of Chapter One)
—{The Poppy of Desire}—Chapter
Two
This time he didn't carry me to bed. We dried ourselves off and practically carried each other into the bedroom.
My bedroom wasn't big, but it was exquisitely decorated. The most prominent and eye-catching place in the room was a large, soft, and comfortable bed. On the headboard was my wedding photo with my husband from many years ago.
He pressed me onto the bed, his strong body pressing against mine. Our skin was touching, and I could clearly feel his heartbeat. He spread my arms and placed them on either side of me. His broad, warm chest pressed tightly against my breasts. We looked at each other without shyness, like a couple who had been separated for a long time and had reunited. He kissed my forehead, my eyes, and the bridge of my nose, and gently said, "Do you think I'm like a man?"
I was enjoying his passionate kiss and vaguely replied, "You are a man." Actually, he was far from the image of a man in my mind.
I teasingly asked him, "Do you prefer me as I was just now, or as I was yesterday?"
He released my hands and began to knead my breasts. His strong hands couldn't hold them; my breasts were indeed quite large. His kneading made my whole body go weak. It had been a long time since anyone had so attentively caressed my breasts. Perhaps it was my wanton behavior in the shower that made me feel so good now.
Only then did he answer, "I like the real you. I'm willing to be with you as long as you like it."
I understood what he meant; the first part was a mature answer, the second part was seduction. I didn't say anything. Now wasn't the time for conversation; it was my time to enjoy myself. I removed his hands, gesturing for him to lie down, and I climbed on top of him. I wanted to enjoy the prey that heaven had given me, like a hungry she-wolf.
I kissed his lips, but didn't kiss him back, not wanting to waste time on his head. Then I quickly took his nipple into my mouth. He looked very comfortable. Although I really wanted to bury my head between his legs, I didn't want to imagine the women in porn movies immediately taking a man's penis into their mouths. I sucked on his nipple for a while, then deliberately stuck out my tongue and licked down from his nipple. I liked it when men watched me do this to them. I licked very carefully. Slowly, I licked between his legs. My heart was pounding, and my mouth was watering. I was about to taste a man's genitals. I had been longing for this moment. I held his hard penis and gently stroked my face with the glans, enjoying this hard-won pleasure. This was mine. I was overjoyed. This wasn't a dream; it was real. I rubbed the glans back and forth on my lips, just like I would when I apply lipstick, carefully and meticulously.
He knew how to enjoy himself. He casually picked up a pillow, placed it behind his back, and leaned back, watching my performance. I knew from his expression that he was having a great time. I stuck out my tongue and licked his glans, focusing mainly on his urethra. I had practiced this scene many times during masturbation, but this time it was real. I wanted him to see me licking his penis with my tongue, so I stuck it out quite far.
He looked at me excitedly and pinched my cheek, asking, "You like this, don't you?"
I nodded and said, "I feel great right now." Then I started to take his penis into my mouth. My mouth felt full and comfortable. I loved this feeling so much. If he asked me now, "What's your favorite food in the world?" I would tell him without hesitation, "The best thing in the world is your penis." Unfortunately, he didn't ask me that. But I really wanted him to ask me. I felt that answering him would give me pleasure, a very strong pleasure.
A man's genitals. To me, they truly taste delicious, not because of their flavor, but because of the psychological pleasure. Holding his penis in my mouth, looking at his thick thighs, was an immense happiness. Perhaps I'm just a man-obsessed person, perhaps I'm just this lewd.
I spat out his penis because there were still many parts I wanted to taste. Two years of sexual hunger had made me fascinated by every part of a man's groin. I carefully licked around his penis, not wanting to miss an inch. I meticulously licked his scrotum, carefully taking one testicle into my mouth, then the other, burying my head between his legs, licking the area between his scrotum and anus with my tongue, kissing it passionately. I didn't care about his reaction anymore, making him lie on his side so his buttocks were fully exposed to me.
I couldn't contain my excitement. I kissed his buttocks frantically, then forcefully spread them apart with both hands. His anus was fully exposed before my eyes. The sparse, dark anal hair around his anus was even more sexy and stimulating than I had imagined. When my tongue entered his anus, I was intoxicated. This was the life I needed. I felt dizzy, as if my breath was about to stop. I licked frantically, continuing to forcefully spread his buttocks wider so that my tongue could reach deeper into his anus.
Cheng Bin had probably never experienced a woman like me before. He trembled all over, panting heavily, and the groans from his throat excited me even more. I liked him happy. If he didn't like me licking his anus, I wouldn't be happy either. I really liked it when men had a particular fondness for women licking their anuses.
I felt great. If I could, I would lick all night without being satisfied. I was so excited that I was about to climax.
At this moment, Cheng Bin seemed unable to withstand the intense stimulation and made me remove my mouth from his anus. I wasn't satisfied yet, how could I bear to leave? I knew he definitely wanted to insert his penis into my vagina now, and he started thrusting wildly. No, I gently bit the folds of skin on his anus with my teeth and licked the anal hairs around his anus with the tip of my tongue, ignoring him and continuing to enjoy my pleasure.
"Let me fuck you, I can't hold back anymore," he said excitedly and anxiously. "Don't panic," I started to speak to him in a sweet voice. "I want to kiss you too."
A man should be considerate of a woman at crucial moments. He had no choice but to let me do as I pleased. I made a man enjoy such pleasure, and he actually wanted me to stop. I said ingratiatingly, "Are you comfortable? As long as you like it and feel comfortable, I'm willing to do anything you want."
"Really? I want to ejaculate in your mouth, can you swallow it?" He started to get bolder and dared to express his thoughts. This was good.
I've never drunk semen before, not even my husband's. When I was alone, lonely, and masturbating, I fantasized about drinking a man's semen, imagining many different ways to do it. My favorite was with the man standing, me between his legs, head tilted back, mouth wide open, watching his semen shoot out of his penis. And this man would be very careful not to miss, making sure it was all aimed at my mouth. I fantasized about swallowing every last drop, and then thanking him gratefully.
But now I'm licking his anus, and it feels really good. I'm really torn.
I was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold on and would ejaculate, meaning my first time swallowing semen would have to wait until next time. Reluctantly, I removed my mouth from his anus and said to him, "Put it inside me first, but please don't ejaculate inside!"
He nodded excitedly, then suddenly climbed on top of me, holding me tightly, and quickly inserted his penis into my vagina, thrusting pleasurably. He was completely different from his refined demeanor in the office; he was a wild beast. His movements were fierce and powerful, making my whole body tingle with pleasure—a completely different kind of pleasure than giving him oral sex or licking his anus. This was an intense physical pleasure. The same comfort gave me a feeling of being intoxicated and lost in a dream. At that moment, I was even more lucid than ever before thinking that if a man were on top of me and giving me oral sex, I would be the happiest and most joyful woman in the world. I was completely driven mad by Cheng Bin's penis thrusting in and out of me. While enjoying the pleasure, I continued to fantasize. I felt like I was a really lewd woman, but at that moment, nothing else mattered. Only pleasure mattered. I remember there was a saying that described me very well: the more depraved I became, the happier I was. I moaned while worrying that he would ejaculate into my vagina. I weakly reminded him not to ejaculate inside.
"No, I'll show you what I'm capable of now."
The immense pleasure I had already experienced was overwhelmed by his vigorous thrusting. I couldn't control myself anymore and ejaculated rapidly, reaching an orgasm that was almost the longest I'd ever had. He continued his frenzied thrusting. It was strange; even though I had just reached orgasm, I was still experiencing intense pleasure. His rhythmic thrusting excited me once again. It wasn't as wildly exciting as the first time, but it was enough to make me feel like I was dying of pleasure. It's so good to be a woman.
He suddenly stopped and said, "Quick, I'm going to cum." He quickly pulled out his penis, climbed up, and put it in my mouth. My heart started racing; I felt a strange, exciting panic. I rushed to meet his gaze, taking his wet penis into my mouth. I couldn't care less about anything else; I desperately wanted to drink his semen. I tightly enveloped his hard penis with my mouth, my tongue pressing against the glans. I didn't want to swallow it whole; I wanted to taste the semen flowing from his genitals—a warm current. It surged against my tongue, sticky and plentiful. I sucked desperately, then began to swallow, feeling an indescribable pleasure. Slowly, the pleasure subsided, and he let out a long sigh. I swirled the remaining semen in my mouth a few times; it had no taste, so I swallowed it. I realized I loved drinking men's semen. It wasn't that it tasted particularly good, but because semen is something that flows from a man's penis, and the psychological feeling of drinking it and swallowing it was strangely wonderful.
I then cleaned his penis with my mouth, even licking away the few drops of semen that later oozed from the glans. I loved doing this; I wanted to show men how much I cared about their semen.
I no longer cared about his opinion. Let him think what kind of woman I was—call me promiscuous or say I was considerate—it didn't matter. Because I could see from his eyes that he appreciated this about me; he was definitely inseparable from me, at least for the foreseeable future.
"I've never had such good sex in my life. Meeting you is such a blessing," he said sincerely. I ignored him and said coquettishly, "You're done, you're satisfied, so you're leaving me? I'm only halfway there, what am I going to do?"
He looked at his penis, which was slowly softening, and said shyly, "Wait for me for about 10 minutes, and I can give you another round."
Not wanting to show my dissatisfaction, I said ingratiatingly, "You did a fantastic job today, I'm so happy, I don't want you to tire yourself out."
He still said shyly, "Then what are you going to do?"
"I can masturbate myself until I orgasm," I said, too embarrassed to say the word "masturbation" in front of him, but we both understood what it meant. I positioned myself on the bed in my usual masturbation position. He lay beside me. I played with my clitoris with one hand and caressed his body haphazardly with the other. He held my head and kissed my lips passionately. I stuck out my tongue and masturbated while kissing him. As my hand movements quickened, I almost reached a state of ecstasy. I was so excited, my thoughts began to muddle. In my delirium, I said to him, "Put it in my mouth."
I pointed at his penis with my free hand. He understood, immediately got up, and put his limp penis into my mouth. I took it all in at once, because his penis wasn't as big as when it was erect anymore. I sucked desperately, hoping something would come out for me to drink. Combined with my confused and excited feelings, I felt better and better, more and more excited. I spat out his penis and frantically gestured for him to turn around, because I desperately wanted to lick his anus. He was smart; he actually turned around, even spreading his buttocks open with his hands, presenting his anus to my mouth. My whole body trembled, my legs stretched straight. I frantically licked his anus, desperately sucking on it, while my hand moved faster. My soul had left my body. In a state of extreme shock, I reached a pleasurable orgasm, the pleasure no less than the first time, but the feeling was different. My God, what kind of woman am I? I don't know. I actually reached orgasm while licking a man's anus, and it was incredibly pleasurable and pleasurable. That's the kind of woman I am.
It was all masturbation, but the feeling was completely different from masturbating alone. It turns out that having a man beside you to fulfill your fantasies is actually quite pleasurable!
He stared at me intently, as if he'd discovered a new continent. I thought my actions might change his future views on sex.
"You're such a wonderful woman," he said, looking at me. I didn't answer him, but looked at his penis and said, "Wow, you got hard again so quickly."
"I think any man would have gotten hard in that situation, maybe even those who are impotent,"
I smiled. "I'm your woman now, it's my responsibility to help you." After saying that, I lowered my head and kissed his penis.
Although I had just reached orgasm twice in a row, I still felt a attraction to his penis, just not as strong as usual, but at least there wasn't a trace of aversion.
With a seductive smile, I said, "Let me suck it out for you, you can do it in my mouth, okay?"
He smiled and walked to the sofa, lit a cigarette, spread his legs wide, pointed at my head with his finger, then pointed at his penis. The movement was really dashing. Seeing his sexy sitting posture, head tilted, cigarette in his mouth, legs wide open for me, his penis standing straight up in the middle, my chest started to heat up again. Ah, so manly. I immediately knelt down between his legs, grabbed his penis with both hands, and sucked it in big gulps. I got excited again, and it felt so good. I knew I was doomed. I'm a sex maniac. If this continues, I'll kill him. Oh well, I'll just suck out his semen. Anyway, it's afternoon now, he can't escape tonight. Thinking of this, I happily ate his penis, sucking it carefully.
He was excited, exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at me, and said the words I most wanted to hear: "Is it good?"
I was so happy, and I quickly replied in a fawning tone, "Your penis is the best thing I've ever eaten in my life, and your semen is the best drink I've ever had." I was so flustered that I actually blurted out the word "penis." Countless times I've murmured that I want to eat penises while masturbating, but in front of him, I've always said "your little brother." My face immediately turned red, not because of the lewd words I said, but simply because I swore.
He didn't seem to notice; he seemed to enjoy what I said, and my words had stimulated him. He stood up, threw away his cigarette, pressed his hands against my head, and used my mouth as a vagina, beginning to thrust wildly. His glans was pressed against my throat, making it hard to breathe, but I didn't make a sound. On the contrary, I enjoyed it all. His movements became faster and faster. Suddenly, he roared, and his semen sprayed into my throat. I quickly swallowed it; this time it was much less than last time. My desire had been aroused, but unfortunately, he hadn't ejaculated enough; it wasn't satisfying. Oh well, it's over now. The thought of making love again tonight excited me.
"That felt so good," he kissed my forehead as I squatted on the floor, then left me to wash up in the bathroom. I sat alone on the sofa, still feeling the ignition of my desire.
There wasn't enough semen. I kept thinking about how he hadn't ejaculated enough, and it wasn't satisfying. My hand unconsciously went to my labia.
Just then, I heard Cheng Bin urinate into the urinal from the bathroom. My heart skipped a beat, I felt tense, and my breathing became erratic. Suddenly, I thought how wonderful it would be if I could drink some of his urine; it would definitely be incredibly stimulating and exciting.
This was the first time I'd ever had the thought of drinking a man's urine. Before, I only wanted to drink semen. I never imagined I was such a pervert. I resolved never to tell Cheng Bin, to keep it firmly buried in my heart, unless…

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