A Festival of Debauchery - My Real Sexual Experiences

A Festival of Debauchery – My True Sexual Experience

This is an absolutely true story. The "I" and "you" in the story are colleagues at the same company. Before we met and fell in love, I already had a stable family, and "you" had a boyfriend of many years. Neither of us wanted to disrupt our stable lives. Therefore, our relationship could only proceed secretly. When we were together, we were lovers; after we separated, we each returned to our wives and boyfriends, continuing to play our respective roles. In my mind, every plot and every scene of the story is still vivid. This relationship is still ongoing, and I firmly believe that our relationship will unfold into many more beautiful stories. With

the

roar of the engines, the flight slowly landed at the airport. I couldn't wait to take out my phone and dial your number. "

I've arrived; the plane just landed."

"Really? So fast." ...Your voice was filled with barely suppressed joy. "

What are you doing?" I asked, trying to keep a calm tone. "

I wanted to read, but I couldn't concentrate at all." "You're preparing for an important exam, so you have a lot of books to read."

No, you must study hard until I arrive; the exam is just around the corner. I'll be there soon. Hanging up the phone, I jumped into the taxi. It was 8:15 PM.

On the way, I recalled fragments of the past few days—it was unbelievable. We had planned for so long for a chance to spend the night together, considering every detail: how to travel to the same place without attracting attention, how to find an excuse to stay at the same hotel, how to sneak into your room unnoticed… We had also devised plans for how to spend our time together. But until yesterday afternoon, the success of our scheme was still in someone else's hands. And even if we met, other factors might threaten us, and we devised various ways to avoid these threats. Just when we were feeling hopeless, everything changed suddenly within an hour, rendering our meticulous planning meaningless. I got my business trip permit, and the person we worried about most (or perhaps hated more accurately—your boss) also returned to Beijing due to an urgent matter. Everything went incredibly smoothly, so much so that we couldn't believe it was real, almost suspecting someone was setting a trap. But it was all truly real…

Half an hour later, I arrived at the hotel. During check-in, I specifically requested to stay on the same floor as you. The receptionist told me there was only one room left. I intended to sneak into the room and surprise you. But just as I was about to step into the elevator, my phone rang. "

Which floor are you staying on?" you asked urgently. "

You'll find out soon enough." I still wanted to play a little trick. "

Are you on the same floor as me?" You're so perceptive. "

I'm staying right next to you." I didn't want to hide it anymore.

I hurriedly threw my luggage into my room and rang your doorbell. Your petite figure appeared in my sight, wearing a pink nightgown, your full, white breasts peeking out from the low neckline, a golden Madonna image pressed against your chest, your long, flowing hair cascading over your shoulders, your eyes sparkling with excitement in the lamplight. We felt like we hadn't seen each other for a century. We embraced and kissed passionately. I held you tightly, as if afraid you would slip away. I kissed you greedily, like a traveler in a desert finding a spring when his body was about to collapse. Your tongue and lips were soft and tender, so sweet that I couldn't bear to leave.

I remember our first kiss was in my car. I was driving you out to run errands, and when we stopped at a red light, you hooked your arms around my neck and kissed me. That day, we kissed every time we stopped at a red light, regardless of the people in the surrounding cars who might see. We jokingly called it "showing a movie." Since then, we've embraced and kissed whenever we have the chance—in the car, in the elevator, in the park… We've lost count of how many times we've kissed, but every time it's so intoxicating. "

I'm a little hungry. Would you like to get something to eat with me?" I asked

, releasing you after a long kiss. You agreed and started changing your clothes. This was the first time you'd changed in front of me, and you seemed a little awkward, your face full of shyness. I said, "I won't look at you, don't worry, it's your turn."

We went into the restaurant together and found a table by the window. The restaurant was luxuriously decorated, the lighting was just right, and the atmosphere was very peaceful, with only a few scattered guests. A candle was lit on the table. The candle was in an exquisite frosted glass container, and the orange candlelight diffused, reflecting on your face, adding a touch of warmth to your fair complexion, making you even more beautiful and charming. We gazed into each other's eyes for a long time, carefully examining each other, listening carefully. I remembered the scene I described in the essay I wrote for you, "Dream of the Sea": we were in a small wooden house by the sea, lighting red candles, sitting opposite each other, listening to the sound of the waves... At that time, it was just a dream for us, but now we were really sitting together like that. Although there was no sound of waves, our state of mind at this moment was the same as in our dreams, the same stillness, the same sweetness, the same beauty...

You looked around and repeatedly said that everything seemed so unreal, as if we were in a dream. Although we had dreamed of being together many times, we never dared to hope that such a wonderful scene would actually happen in our lives. We both looked at each other carefully, savoring the moment, afraid that this beautiful moment would slip away unnoticed.

The waiter came to remind me to order, telling me about the Thanksgiving set menu. Only then did I realize that today was Thanksgiving, the last Thursday of November. I should thank God for giving us such a wonderful opportunity, for being so kind to us.

A candlelight dinner, one of our wishes has come true. I murmured.

After

dinner, we went back to your room. You sat on the bed watching TV, and I went to the bathroom to take a shower. After showering, I wanted to come out wearing only a towel, as originally planned (when we were planning this, you were firmly against me coming out of the bathroom naked), but then I felt it would be a bit abrupt—after all, this was our first time spending the night together. So, I put my wool underwear back on. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw you sitting on the bed, still wearing the clothes you wore to dinner.

Seeing what I was wearing, you were a little surprised: Didn't you say you were going to just wear a towel? Why are you dressed so neatly?

I was afraid I'd scare you. I smiled. Strangely enough, we were much calmer than we expected, without the restlessness and impatience I'd imagined.

You turned off all the other lights in the room, leaving only the two bedside lamps on. You changed into your pajamas and crawled into bed, but only wearing your top, your smooth, white legs bare. I took off my pants and crawled into bed too, our legs intertwined. I held you in my arms, your head resting on my shoulder, your body nestled against me. Then, I felt a little hot, so I took off my top as well, leaving only my shorts. I helped you take off your pajamas, only to find your bra was open, so I took it off along with your pajamas. Your breasts leap vividly before my eyes. Although it wasn't the first time I'd seen them, they still seemed fresh and alluring, like two just-peeled lychees—

snow-white, full, firm yet tender, with two tiny pink nipples nestled among them, making them exceptionally beautiful and irresistibly fresh. We embraced tightly, finally fulfilling our long-awaited wish—to press our bare chests together. We felt each other's skin, body temperature, and heartbeat. Our hearts were finally truly beating as one.

My heart raced—it always did when we embraced, and I felt my genitals swelling rapidly. I finally couldn't resist any longer; I pulled down my shorts, and my penis, already rock hard, sprang out, standing erect. You gently took it in your hand, saying you'd kiss it, and then bent down to take it in your mouth, displaying your superb skill, using your tongue, lips, and hand to caress it alternately. Your tongue slid over the glans, the electric sensation sending shivers through my body. Your lips enveloped my penis, sliding up and down, giving me unparalleled pleasure. I brushed aside your loose hair, watching you suck on me, thoroughly enjoying myself. You opened your eyes, looked up, and smiled playfully at me, still holding my penis in your hand. Your smile was pure, without a trace of lewdness, yet your hand held my penis—the scene was beautiful and bizarre. You asked if this scene resembled those pornographic photos, and I said it was much better than those photos, and more importantly, it felt real. I gestured with my hand as if taking a picture, and you smiled shyly, a smile so beautiful and sweet. Then you bent down again and continued. You started sucking my testicles. You asked if I wanted both at once or one at a time, and I said that doing both at once would be difficult, so I'd do them one at a time. You licked them with your tongue, then sucked them into your mouth one after another. The feeling was different from sucking the penis; it was a little itchy, but very comfortable. After you finished sucking my testicles, you returned to my penis, licking and sucking it continuously. Your saliva covered my penis, and your movements made me feel like I could fly with pleasure.

I said it was my turn, and got up, gently laid you down, and took off your underwear. I said I finally saw your full figure; this was the first time you had been completely naked in front of me. I carefully admired you: your rounded breasts, your slender waist, the firm curves of your abdomen exuding youthful vitality, and your skin so white, like the snow of the North. The Y-shaped mound of your groin rises high, covered in fine hair, exuding a mysterious beauty; I said it was the most alluring place. My hands slid along your body, feeling your silky smooth skin. Then I said I wanted to give you a carpet kiss. Next, I cupped your face, pressed my lips tightly against yours, and sucked passionately, our tongues teasing each other. At the same time, my hands slowly moved down your abdomen to your genitals, my fingers sliding along the cleft, finding your clitoris, and gently teasing it with my fingers. I felt you were already wet, slippery. I moved my lips from your mouth to your ear, sucking your earlobe into my mouth, gently biting it with my teeth, feeling its softness and elasticity. My lips moved to your neck, licking it with my tongue and kissing it with my lips. Your breathing immediately became rapid, your eyes closed, and a pleasurable moan began to escape your throat. I reminded you to open your eyes, but you said you always unconsciously close your eyes. You asked why my eyes were open, and I said I wanted to imprint every moment of our lovemaking deep in my mind; it would surely be a precious and beautiful memory.

I continued, moving downwards inch by inch. Finally, I reached your breasts. I greedily kissed your breasts, kissing both of your beautiful treasures thoroughly. Then my tongue found your nipple, circling it, teasing it, and then sucking deeply. My hand caressed your other breast at the same time. Your nipple swelled and hardened in my mouth. I moved to your abdomen, continuing to lick and kiss. You felt immense pleasure, and your body began to writhe, more and more violently. I continued kissing you relentlessly. Suddenly, you abruptly rolled over. I began kissing your back—you really enjoy being kissed on the back. The pleasure made your breathing and moans even stronger. Then, I kissed your buttocks a few times. I asked, "How does a carpet kiss feel?" You said it was wonderful. We had

used up so much saliva that we were both a little thirsty. I got up and poured you and myself a cup of tea. After we finished drinking, we continued. You lay on your back, and I buried my head between your legs, gently parting the pubic hair on your labia. Although we had had sex a few times before, and I had touched them, this was the first time I had seen them with my own eyes—pink, like two rose petals. I began to lick along the cleft from bottom to top with the tip of my tongue, and your fluids flowed out. Then I moved to your clitoris, lubricating it with my saliva and your fluids. I teased it repeatedly, each time causing your body to tremble. Your trembling excited me even more. I moved my tongue to your vulva, moving it quickly around the opening. More fluid flowed out, mixing with my saliva, making a wet patch, covering my lips and cheeks as well. Then, I kissed the inside of your thighs and said, "Let's do 69." I like this position; it allows both of us to fully utilize our oral skills and enjoy the immense pleasure that the other's mouth brings. I remember recommending this position to you many times, but you haven't had a chance to try it yet. I lay on my back and guided you into the correct position. I placed a pillow under your head and lower back and continued licking your vulva and clitoris. You took my penis in your mouth and moved it up and down, and I moved my hips to match your movements. However, my mouth overwhelmed you, and you couldn't keep up. After a few movements, you collapsed on top of me, only focusing on the movements of my lips and tongue. You gasped and said, "Your tongue is so amazing!"

I felt it was time to enter. I had you lie on your back, spread your legs, and put them on my shoulders, then thrust my penis into your body. The moment I entered, I felt your body vibrate and saw the expression of pleasure on your face. I finally entered, and our bodies finally became one.

This was the second time; the last time was at PBP (a park in Beijing). We stood in a dense bamboo forest, the humid heat and our burning passion intertwined. Your long hair, glistening with sweat, clung to your face, making you look wildly different from your usual demure appearance.

Unable to contain ourselves, after a passionate kiss and caresses, I lifted your skirt and entered you from behind. But it was too short, lasting only a few seconds. Tourists were constantly moving around the bamboo grove, and fearing discovery, I had to quickly withdraw after a few thrusts. Although it was brief, the sensations inside you were deeply imprinted in my mind. Since then, I've longed for the opportunity to enter you again.

This time, I could experience it with ease. You were wet and slippery inside, but very tight, enveloping my penis. Your sexual skills were superb; you knew how to enhance my pleasure. You used the muscles inside your vagina, gripping me even tighter. I sat down, then pulled you up, and together we admired our bodies united. This was the first time we had so calmly appreciated our union—so beautiful, so exciting. I had you lie down, and I lay on top of you. I began to move vigorously, faster and faster. As I thrust, I whispered "I love you" in your ear. The pleasure built up inside me with the friction of our genitals, growing stronger and more uncontrollable, finally reaching its peak. I quickly withdrew, resting my penis on your mons pubis, continuing to rub against your pubic hair. Then, a hot stream gushed out, milky white fluid flowing onto your abdomen. After catching my breath, I told you to stay still, jumped off the bed to get tissues, and wiped the semen from your abdomen, then gently wiped the vaginal fluid from your genitals. You smiled shyly and said, "I like it when you wipe me."...

We had had sexual contact a few times before, but this was the first time we had sex so completely. Even though it lasted more than half an hour, I still felt it was too short. I said I had been too vigorous; otherwise, it could have lasted longer. We lay side by side on the bed, feeling somewhat exhausted. We continued to caress each other. You sat up and looked at me, noticing a difference in me compared to my usual well-dressed self. I looked at you and found you even more charming and alluring. You said that the phrase "well-dressed" always conjured up images of hypocrites, and I said it probably also included sanctimonious hypocrites and prostitutes. We both burst into laughter…

You held my penis in your hand and played with it, and gradually, it became erect again. We repeated the oral-genital foreplay, and we both became excited again. You said my penis was harder than before. We started again, changing positions. You rode on top of me, moving up and down, and I even lifted you up, letting your legs wrap around my waist, my penis still inside you. We walked to the mirror, and then back to the bed… As I thrust, I admired your face as you lay on the bed making love. Your expression changed with my movements, sometimes relaxed, sometimes excited, and you occasionally let out pleasurable moans. I occasionally used my hand to brush the hair that was falling on your face. This time it lasted particularly long. Despite the vigorous activity, I didn't feel like I was going to ejaculate at all. I said I could last at least another half hour, and you exclaimed in surprise. We continued… but an hour later, we were truly exhausted, and I still hadn't come. It was already past two in the morning, and we had been going at it for a total of three hours. We decided to go to sleep. We fell asleep naked, embracing each other. Your hand held my penis, feeling it gradually soften in your grasp. At four in the morning, you woke up, sat up, and smiled at me, as if still unable to believe what had just happened was real. Then, you fell asleep contentedly, sleeping so soundly. My brain, however, remained excited, unable to sleep all night. I would gently touch your skin from time to time, savoring the two moments of madness, unable to sleep a wink.

The next morning, when you woke up, I pulled you into my arms, wrapped my legs around your waist, your abdomen pressing against my penis, your naked body lying in my embrace. You rubbed your tender breasts against my chest. Our eyes met, smiles on our faces. Our desire was awakened once more, and we began to make love again. Your amazing oral sex skills excited me immensely. I remembered saying countless times that oral sex with you was a first-rate pleasure; you knew how to use your tongue and lips to elevate my pleasure to new heights. I rolled over, lifted your legs, and entered your body again. You said your legs were sore from holding them up for so long yesterday. So I squeezed your legs together with my arms to make it easier for you. You curled your legs up, pressing your knees against your breasts. This position allowed me to penetrate deeper. Our pubic bones collided intensely. Soon, you moaned, your face showing an expression of uncontrollable pleasure, biting your fingers as if trying to suppress your excitement and prevent the pleasure from fading too quickly. You kept saying, "Oh, God!"... Your intense reaction excited me even more, and my movements became faster and more intense... Your orgasm came, and you told me not to move, then you began to writhe frantically beneath me, constantly changing direction, while the muscles in your vagina gripped my penis tightly. You kept writhing like this until you were exhausted and collapsed on the bed. I was still hard. I had you turn over, lying face down on the bed, and I entered you from behind. I lay on your back, my arms under your head, and then I thrust while kissing you. My abdomen slammed against your buttocks. Your buttocks were round and white, firm and elastic. I thrust over a hundred more times, finally reaching the peak of pleasure. I withdrew my penis, and a gush of hot fluid gushed out, rolling onto your back, seemingly no less than what I had released the night before. I wiped you clean. You had said before that you didn't like doggy style, but this time you said that entering from behind felt quite good, because the position I used wasn't the usual doggy style, but rather my whole body was pressed against your back, allowing our bodies to make full contact.

We

finished washing up, got dressed, and went to have breakfast. Breakfast was a buffet, and I got you a banana. You laughed, and we both understood why you were laughing. After breakfast, we went to the company office together and then started working separately. During this time, we passed each other, but didn't speak, only exchanging unspoken words with our eyes and smiles.

In the afternoon, it started to rain outside, and the temperature dropped considerably from yesterday. I accompanied a client to visit the factory, but my mind was constantly on you.

After my meeting with the client, I declined my colleague's invitation to dinner and rushed back. It was rush hour, and traffic was terrible. I was anxious, worried you'd be waiting, so I quickly called to tell you to wait for me.

The car wrecked for over two hours before finally arriving at the restaurant. In the car, I decided to brave the rain and go out for dinner, to experience what a walk in the rain felt like. I noticed they rented umbrellas in the lobby. I hurried to your room, and you jumped into my arms like a little bird; we embraced tightly. After a passionate kiss, I suggested we go out for dinner. You accepted, and we went downstairs to the lobby, borrowed an umbrella, and left the restaurant.

The rain wasn't heavy, but the wind was chilly. You shivered slightly, clinging tightly to me. As we walked, we compared our imagined walk in the rain with the reality of today. In my imagination, we would be strolling hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, on a drizzly dusk, the weather not as cold as it is today. You would be wearing a white dress, and we would be sharing a delicate floral umbrella, walking quietly together down an endless street. The only sound would be the patter of raindrops on the umbrella. We would whisper sweet nothings, pouring out our love… But today, the rain is too light, the wind too strong, the weather too cold, and the surroundings too noisy. Only our true feelings remain the same.

Suddenly, I realized the rain had stopped. We folded our umbrella and laughed—our walk in the rain had ended almost as soon as it began. Today's walk in the rain was so different from what we had imagined, yet it was still romantic.

We went into a large shopping mall and went to a Japanese restaurant on the top floor. We sat down facing each other, ordered, and then gazed at each other, reminiscing about our relationship, from our first meeting to chatting online, becoming online lovers, and finally, becoming lovers in real life—everything had progressed so quickly, it was unbelievable. We've known each other for only a year and three days, and we started chatting online just six months ago. I must admit, from the first time I saw you, your eyes captivated me. One day, we discovered that a small program in Windows allowed for real-time chat on a local area network. We tried it and were immediately hooked, chatting for hours every day. Online chatting gave us the opportunity to communicate fully, gradually bridging the distance between us, and we reached a high level of understanding in a very short time. We could convey our emotions and express our inner world with just a few symbols, abbreviations, a glance, or a smile, and no third party could understand what we were saying. Less than three months into our online chats, we both fell in love and became "cyber lovers" (a term I still feel proud of for inventing). We loved each other so deeply that even a few hours of lost contact caused us anxiety and intense longing. Weekends and holidays, which were pleasant for others, were unbearable for us.

On days like these, we can only communicate through office voicemail. We say "I love you" countless times a day. We even created a virtual home, imagining and describing online how we would decorate it, how we would spend wonderful times together… Soon, we were no longer satisfied with purely spiritual love; we began to have physical contact, sexual contact, from holding hands, kissing, caressing, until last night when we slept together and made love freely… It all felt like a dream, yet so real. Just now on the way here, you nudged my arm and asked if it hurt, if I was dreaming. I said it was real, not a dream… We know we are just lovers; our relationship could end at any time, so as long as we are together, we will fully enjoy our love.

After dinner, we walked hand in hand down the escalator from the top floor of the shopping mall. We decided to fulfill another wish: to go shopping together. I suddenly remembered my promise to give you a keepsake—a little sparrow brooch, in gold. During the days we couldn't see each other, you always stood by the window watching the plump little sparrows come to forage for food. I said the little sparrow represented my visit to you. From then on, the sparrow became a symbol of our love. We found the jewelry section, searching counter by counter for our ideal keepsake. Finally, we found it—a bird-shaped brooch, in gold, with wings inlaid with artificial diamonds. I bought it and personally pinned it to your right collar, letting it fly towards your heart. You smiled, looking at it happily, your eyes filled with tenderness, gently resting your head on my shoulder, like a little bird nestled against you…

We

returned to the hotel and went straight to my room. We turned on the TV and leaned against the bed to watch. An American detective drama was playing, thrilling and exciting. We chatted as we watched, just like two people at home. I told you I'd brought an adult film DVD, and I'd watch it in your room later. You said you'd also thought about having me bring one—we were on the same page again.

After watching TV for a while, you went back to your room to call home. After you finished your call, I brought my laptop to your room. As I helped you close the curtains, I asked, "Want to continue watching TV?" I originally intended to watch a detective drama, but as soon as the words left my mouth, I immediately realized this would lead to another question. A second later, we both said in unison, "Which one?" We exchanged glances and then burst into laughter. Thinking about how we often think alike, often say the same things at the same time, always showing our unspoken understanding, I felt an indescribable joy and happiness. Experiencing this perfect alignment of thoughts, this instant spark between our minds, was truly wonderful.

I said, "Shall we take a shower together?" "

I might consider it." That was an agreement; I understand your speaking style.

So I went into the bathroom to turn on the water. As I turned on the tap, I asked you what kind of water temperature you preferred, slightly hot or slightly cool? You said you wanted it neither too hot nor too cold. I adjusted the tap repeatedly, testing the water temperature with my hand. Once the water was running, we went into the bathroom together. I helped you take off your bra and panties first, then I took mine off too. We stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror, and looking at our reflections, we both felt a little embarrassed, repeatedly saying it was too erotic. So we quickly jumped into the bathtub and pulled the shower curtain to separate ourselves from the mirror. I leaned against the edge of the tub, my head resting on the edge, while you sat between my legs, your body against my chest. We chatted as we soaked. I was worried that the parts of your body above the water might feel cold, so I kept splashing water on you. Although this was the first time we had done this, we didn't feel any awkwardness or discomfort between us. Everything was so smooth and so in sync, just like we always lived together.

I asked you if you had ever bathed with someone else before. You said no, and then asked me if I had. I said I had showered, but it was all in the shower. This was the first time I'd been soaking in a bathtub with a beautiful girl. My hands gently traced the contours of your body, feeling your skin become even smoother and more delicate in the water. You turned around to talk to me every now and then. Your hair was wrapped in a shower cap, making you look even younger than you were already young, and your eyes seemed bigger and brighter. When we were planning this get-together, I had suggested taking a bath together. You were afraid of exhausting yourself in the bathtub and firmly disagreed. But now, we were actually soaking in the bathtub together, naked, and it felt unusually peaceful.

After the shower, I put on a towel, and you put on a bathrobe. We went into the bedroom to watch a DVD. I sat down at the vanity and started connecting the computer. You hugged me from behind and rested your head on my shoulder. We both saw a beautiful image in the vanity mirror: we were both dressed in white—white towels, white bathrobes—and the background was white too. It was like a high-key photograph. We had just come out of the bath, our faces rosy. Your smile radiated ease, happiness, and contentment, with a touch of childlike playfulness and brilliance; I smiled too, a silly, happy smile. You said it felt great, and I said the photo was beautiful… I put the laptop on a stool near the foot of the bed so we could lie on the bed and watch DVDs. We took off our bathrobes and towels, lay side by side, and covered ourselves with the blanket.

As

we watched, we commented on the characters and techniques in the DVDs. You said the woman's breasts were excessively large, and I said they were enlarged using a pigment; you praised the actress's oral sex skills. Then we discussed girth and length, agreeing that girth was more important.

You asked if I felt anything while watching the DVDs, and I said no, I didn't feel anything even when watching live performances in Amsterdam, let alone DVDs. You lifted the blanket and looked down at my crotch; it was still limp. Then you laughed: "Really no feeling? Looks like you need real action!"

As you spoke, you pulled me up, laid me flat, and began to give me a blog job. To keep my hair from falling down and getting in your way, you pinned my long hair back with a hair clip. My penis became hard again. This time, you started with my testicles. Your tongue first licked my testicles, then licked along the penis from the base upwards. This action seemed to be something I had just seen on a DVD. I laughed and said that your skills had improved again. You licked my glans, coronal sulcus, and the opening at the tip of the glans, and my penis throbbed under the stimulation of your tongue. You took my penis into your mouth, moving your head up and down. The pleasurable feeling excited me again, and I wanted to do something more, so I suggested we try 69 again. You turned around, got into position, and you were still on top. I began to move my tongue around your vulva. You held my penis in your mouth, moving your head up and down. This time you were much better than yesterday, and you moved up and down more often. However, under the powerful onslaught of my tongue, you finally collapsed, lying on my belly, letting my tongue ravage your genitals.

I stood up, laid you down, and began another carpet kiss. From your lips, earlobes, neck, breasts, abdomen, all the way to your genitals, my tongue and lips drove you wild. Your breathing became more rapid, your moans louder. My tongue lingered longest on your genitals, alternating between licking your clitoris, labia, and vulva. This time, you didn't close your eyes as usual, but watched me perform oral sex on you. You said: "I like watching you lick me." A picture flashed in my mind of an e-card I had sent you—a picture of a man performing oral sex on a woman on the beach, with the inscription: "I want to do this for you!" You had given me oral sex many times before, and I had fully experienced the skill of your tongue. I've always wanted you to experience the pleasure of my tongue, but due to various limitations, this wish has remained unfulfilled. This time, I finally had the chance, so I used every trick in the book to give you an ecstatic experience with the stimulation of my tongue. I don't think I disappointed you.

After my tongue had made you incredibly wet, I began to penetrate you, first in a missionary position, then from behind. I thrust wildly inside you, and you moaned with pleasure beneath me… Just as we were enjoying ourselves, your phone rang. It seemed to ring for a long time before you realized what was happening. I moved away from you, and you quickly jumped off the bed to answer the phone. It was your boyfriend calling. You stood naked by the window answering the phone, and I quietly shut down the computer and sat on the bed watching you make the call. At that moment, I had the opportunity to calmly and carefully admire your naked body. Your body was petite and well-proportioned, with beautiful, delicate curves, fair and smooth skin, and

round, spherical breasts that were even more captivating than when you were lying down.

You hung up the phone and went back to bed. My body cooled down, and my penis went limp. "

Can we do it again?" you asked.

"It's up to you," I said, lying there. Actually, I knew I could do it again, but I wanted you to give me a thrill.

You leaned down and took my penis into your mouth again. I felt it quickly swell and harden in your mouth, soon regaining its previous vigor. I stood by the bed, letting you lie on your back. I supported myself with my arms, simultaneously trapping your legs under my armpits, and inserted my penis into your vagina, thrusting even more wildly than before. After moving for a while, I moved back onto the bed, but my penis remained inside you. I hoisted your legs onto my shoulders, my penis thrusting rapidly. As I thrust, I teased your clitoris with my hand. Under the double stimulation, you began to moan again, your expression of pleasure growing stronger. Your hands caressed your breasts, then you pinched your nipples with your fingers, intensifying the pleasure. Your reaction excited me even more, and I thrust frantically inside you. Your breasts trembled with the rhythm of my thrusts. Our passion surged with the intense friction and impact, surging like a tidal wave. Suddenly, you told me to stop, and then began to writhe happily beneath me; I knew this was a sign that you were about to climax.

You writhed until you were completely limp and powerless before stopping. I asked you, "Did you climax?"

You said, "Yes, and you?"

I murmured, "I'm still far off." I had you turn over face down, and I thrust my penis into your vagina from behind. I kissed you as I pumped relentlessly. I asked, "Were you ecstatic?" "

I was ecstatic several times," you replied breathlessly.

I pumped even more wildly until the pleasure was overwhelming, then I withdrew my penis and ejaculated on your back. We both thought this time felt better than the previous times.

We covered ourselves with the blankets and prepared to sleep. You were on the right, and I was on the left. You asked which side I preferred to sleep on; I preferred the left, and you preferred the right. So we were back to back. I said, "Let's switch positions, then we can face each other." We laughed at ourselves for not even thinking of such a simple thing, and switched positions, lying face to face. I held you in my arms, and you hooked your arms around my neck, curled up against me, and draped one leg over me, feeling incredibly happy. Soon, you fell asleep, a deep, silent sleep, like a baby. I gently touched your breasts and body, smooth and soft, but you didn't react at all. Gradually, I fell asleep too. That night, you slept with your head on my arm. When you woke up

the next

morning, you found yourself still sleeping on my arm and asked if I was uncomfortable. I said I wasn't; actually, I felt quite comfortable with you sleeping in my arms.

We both realized that the time for my departure was drawing closer. We embraced again, chest to chest, feeling each other's heartbeats.

Then, we began to kiss and caress. You got up and gave me oral sex again. You took my already erect penis into your mouth and once again used your

lips and tongue to caress me with all your might. My penis was covered in your saliva. You were very absorbed in it. You began to caress my penis with your hands, first one hand, then both hands. I remember our first sexual encounter was when you caressed my penis with your hand, on Crazyave (the street we named after the place where we had our first sexual encounter). There were a few more times after that. Due to limited resources, we had fewer other forms of sexual contact, and using our hands was the most convenient. I've often praised your skill with your hands. The skin on your hands is incredibly smooth and delicate, your movements are nimble and practiced, and the pressure is just right. Combined with the lubrication of your saliva, I felt this handjob was better than any before. Under the alternating caresses of your hands and mouth, I felt incredibly pleasurable and couldn't help but moan—the first time I'd moaned during our lovemaking. You heard me, looked at me with a smile, seemingly very pleased,

and then continued. I said, "You're practically a lovemaking expert!" You replied, "You are too, you're on a higher level than me." We both laughed.

I was completely aroused. I got up and made you lie down, then began kissing your entire body. My tongue once again wielded its power, and after a few teasing moments, the sheets beneath you were soaked. I penetrated you, moving wildly. At first, my abdominal muscles were a little sore from two nights of intense activity, but as I moved, the pleasure overwhelmed the soreness, and it quickly disappeared. Your orgasm came again, and like before, you made me stop, writhing beneath me, gripping my penis with your vagina. I supported myself with my arms, admiring your expression during your orgasm while feeling the friction of your vagina against my penis. I felt that although this method wasn't as intense as the stimulation of my own movement, it was still very good. I could feel you surrounding me, your vagina gently rubbing against my penis, the pleasure rising more slowly, which allowed me to last longer.

I continued my movements only after you stopped writhing. I thrust violently until I reached orgasm, this time ejaculating on your back. Perhaps it was the angle of your vagina, but entering from behind always gave me stronger friction and stimulation. Therefore, I always like to penetrate from behind before finishing intercourse. I like to lie on your back, so that we can maintain our genitals while kissing.

I climb off you and wipe you clean. You say again that you like me to wipe you.

We lie in bed, you curled up in my arms, resting your head on my shoulder. We reminisce about the five times we made love these past two nights, commenting on the characteristics of each time and savoring the feeling. I say that we've had more sex these past two nights than the British Airways slogan—twice a day,

seven days a week. I ask you if I've satisfied you, and you say I far exceeded your expectations. We hug each other again, caressing and kissing, reluctant to part. I say that if this continues, I really won't be able to leave. You laugh and let go of me.

Time is almost up, so I get up to get dressed and wash up. The bathroom door is open so you can see me from the bed. You say that watching me wash up makes you feel like you're at home, especially warm and cozy. After I finished washing up and getting dressed, I started tidying my things at the dressing table. You got out of bed naked, stood behind me, hugged my waist, gently rested your head on my shoulder, and started looking at your reflection in the mirror again. You said my cotton shirt felt especially comfortable. Then, you stood in different positions looking at yourself in the mirror, examining the effect. When you stood to my side, your nakedness was completely exposed, and you said it felt too erotic. So you hid your body behind me, saying it looked best that way. I think it would look even better if you only hid your lower body and showed your breasts; your breasts are beautiful.

After I finished getting ready, I prepared to leave. We kissed goodbye passionately. You stood in the middle of the room, ready to watch me leave, when I quickly reminded you that if anyone was in the hallway outside when I opened the door, they might see you naked. You realized this, so you quickly jumped onto the bed, burrowed under the covers, and only left your head sticking out. You looked at me and said this scene felt like we were a family, that I was leaving for work in the morning and you weren't even up yet. Your eyes were full of tenderness and longing. As I walked out, I kept looking back at you, reluctantly leaving your room. Back in my own, I picked up my luggage, called you one last time to say goodbye, and then hurried downstairs to pay the bill.

...

The

plane took off, and I silently gazed out the window at the city receding into the distance, my mind replaying those two blissful nights we spent together—your eyes, your body, your tenderness...scenes flashed before my eyes. These were the two most beautiful nights of my life; they will forever remain in my memory, etched deep within my heart. My body left this city, but my heart remained, beside the girl I loved, accompanying her, comforting her...

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