Reprinted article: Sharing personal experiences and insights

I had insomnia tonight, so I'll write down my personal experience. Please don't mistake me for a womanizer; I'm just like you, an ordinary person with passions and a mundane life.

It all started a year ago.
One dark and stormy night, with nothing to do, I went online and posted a thread about how to be a single man (I'm ashamed to say, that thread is still unfinished).
A girl added me, and we started chatting.
She asked me very openly about my attitude towards relationships and sex. I honestly shared my views.
Actually, relationships and sex can be separated. When you're in love, you need to be fully committed. But when it comes to sex, especially for men, it's often purely physiological and driven by a desire for stimulation. The girl told me she had a boyfriend, but really wanted to experience some exciting sex; she felt too familiar with her boyfriend and lacked passion.

I completely understood her feelings.
A monotonous life always needs some spice. As long as it doesn't interfere with the other person's life or disrupt their peaceful happiness...

We chatted happily and exchanged photos. The girl was petite and cute, with bright, expressive eyes, delicate features, and a lively ponytail. She seemed quite pleased with my appearance. After a few days of getting to know each other better, we avoided discussing each other's private lives.

Finally, we arranged to meet.
We met at a plaza in Shanghai. I had intended to treat her to dinner, but she seemed a little shy and said a hot juice would be fine.
I didn't insist, joking and chatting with her. It was a bit chilly, so I tentatively took her hand and said, "You're so cold, let me warm you up."
She blushed slightly but didn't refuse. The openness we'd shared earlier vanished.

We walked until we arrived at the hotel we'd booked in advance.
To avoid making her feel awkward, I said it was too cold outside, and suggested we go inside and chat. She nodded shyly and followed me into the room.

Once inside, she looked around nervously (I had dimmed the lights beforehand; too much light would create an awkward atmosphere). I laughed and said, "I wasn't too shy to look closely earlier, but now I realize you're much prettier than in the photos, and that's the truth."
The girl smiled sweetly, and I took advantage of her momentary lapse in attention to kiss her cheek. Her face instantly flushed red, and she lowered her head, fiddling with the hem of her dress. Just as I was about to take things further, her phone rang. To avoid embarrassing her, I left the room and let her answer it.
I inwardly cursed the timing of the call. However, the call ended quickly, and the girl opened the door to tell me. Upon re-entering the room, the previous atmosphere vanished, leaving us in a brief awkward silence.

But I joked again, "
Your face was as red as an apple just now, why has it faded? Has it expired?" "

No, I have to recolor it," I said, pulling the girl into my arms. The girl laughed and struggled, her resistance neither too strong nor too weak, but still very shy. Amidst her flustered movements, I kissed her cheek again.

I thought this tug-of-war would end quickly, but to my surprise, her struggles showed no signs of abating; in fact, they seemed to intensify. My mind raced. Had I done something to offend her, or was she disappointed after meeting me? I quickly ruled those out, then suddenly remembered what she'd said during our first conversation: she longed for a different kind of passion.

If she disliked me, she would have left long ago.
Having figured this out, I made up my mind. With a slightly mischievous grin, I said, "Go ahead and scream, scream your lungs out, no one's coming to save you." I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, observing her reaction. Just as I expected, she struggled, but didn't suggest leaving. While she might not have realized it herself, I was certain she subconsciously wanted me to be rough.

I dimmed the lights again.
Before she could react, I half-pressed down on her. I didn't kiss her, but my hand went to the zipper of her down jacket. She continued to struggle, so I held her hand down and roughly unzipped the jacket. Amid her pleas, I slipped my hand inside her sweater. The girl's warm body visibly trembled, her face flushed red to her neck, appearing so shy.

So I began to roam freely, my hand reaching for her small, medium-sized breasts. My hand
slipped inside her pants, touching her pert buttocks.

The girl's resistance was futile, her efforts failing to find the right spot.
I didn't rush to attack her most sensitive areas, but instead gently caressed and kneaded her. The girl's breathing became noticeably heavier, her body trembling as she resisted.

Suddenly, I attacked her genitals.
My fingers, through her panties, felt a distinct warmth and wetness. Just as the girl tried to block me, my other hand, which was behind her back, deftly and quickly unhooked her bra. The girl was startled, but it was too late; I had already forcefully taken over her breasts, kneading her peach-like nipples. Each pinch of her hard nipples elicited a soft moan from the girl.

Even then, the girl's hands continued to try to push my hands away.
So I used a feint. My hand suddenly slid to the front, touching her private parts through her panties. Her panties were already soaked; I could easily wring water out of them.

The girl became even more shy.
She tried to push my hand away, but I lifted her sweater. Pushing it up, her breasts were revealed before me, probably a C-cup, white and tender, with incredibly alluring pink nipples. Amid her weak pleas of "Don't do this," I kissed her, and she let out a soft moan. I pulled her pants down to her knees, and her underwear down to halfway down her hips, her private parts barely visible. Her pubic hair was sparse, fluffy, and soft. My fingers probed; it was wet.

Honestly, I was already very hard and wanted to penetrate her directly.
But to give her a different experience, I restrained myself. After wetting my fingers, I easily found her clitoris and gently rotated my fingertips. The girl's body was incredibly excited; she trembled with each massage, breathing heavily. Her hands stopped pushing me away and covered her face, looking resigned to fate. I

quickly removed her lower garment.
I couldn't help but swallow hard and think to myself, what a perfect figure! A slender waist, long legs, and delicate feet. Her vulva was overflowing with clear, honey-like fluid, which had already soaked the sheets. Even though her pink labia were fully engorged, they weren't swollen; they remained tender. As he continued to rub her clitoris, which had swelled to the size of a bean, he watched her body rhythmically tense and relax, listening to her seductive moans. He felt himself losing control again.

He squeezed and kneaded her breasts with slightly more force.
The speed of the clitoral massage increased, and the girl's voice suddenly rose in pitch. Her increasingly rapid "ah ah" sounds were accompanied by her legs suddenly clamping together, her slender waist arching rhythmically, and her hands gripping the sweater pulled up to her neck. Her first orgasm had come so quickly! (A reminder to men: don't start by massaging the clitoris; if you want to, do it through the foreskin first, proceed gradually. Otherwise, the sensation is too stimulating, and few girls will enjoy it

.) Before the girl could fully recover
, the fingers were smeared on her genitals, and the now completely wet fingers were inserted into her vagina. The tight, warm, enveloping sensation was instantly felt, and the girl let out another soft "ah," a sound tinged with both panic and satisfaction. The fingers slowly moved in and out, easily touching the G-spot. After slightly bending the fingers, the body moved while exploring the slippery, folded inner walls, and the head was lowered to kiss the clitoris. The girl's voice instantly rose 8 octaves, becoming even more rapid and intense. After about 20 movements of my fingers and tongue, the inner walls of her vagina suddenly tightened, and a gush of hot fluid gushed out, slippery and covering my hands.

The girl's moans became a continuous chorus.
Her whole body flushed, and she tightly gripped my right hand, which was still kneading her nipples. With sharp but not loud "ah ah" sounds, her tense body was completely released. This orgasm lasted for almost two minutes. (As for why I used my fingers first, experienced men will naturally know the secret, but remember to wash your hands and trim your nails. The genitals are easily injured and infected, so don't just focus on your own pleasure and forget about the girl's basic protection.)

The girl's eyes were slightly closed.
She was breathing heavily, limp there. Her body was still trembling slightly. I quickly removed the restraints, put on my small umbrella, gently parted her slender legs, and rubbed the hard mushroom head against her fully swollen labia a couple of times, slightly... With a thrust of his hips, he easily entered her wet, slippery private parts.

The girl let out another long moan.
He removed her sweater and bra, finally revealing them completely naked! So tight!

He suddenly regretted using only one finger instead of two. He
placed one hand on her breast, the other supporting his body, and lowered his head, wanting to kiss her. Suddenly remembering that he had just kissed her clitoris and private parts, he worried she might be offended, so he looked up again. But the girl, lost in passion, kissed him willingly. No longer caring, he invaded her lips and teeth, his tongue entwining with hers. At the same time, he was secretly pleased; it seemed the girl was more open than he had thought, and they could take things further. Of course, this also sowed the seeds for what lay ahead. Pen.

Faced with this delicate and alluring body,
I no longer held back, thrusting my hips rapidly. The girl's moans during the thrusts were quite rhythmic, only each one higher than the last. I adjusted my position, wanting to penetrate deeper, but was surprised to find that I had already reached the bottom.

My weapon is relatively thick
, but not very long, only about 16cm. It seems I've truly encountered a gem today! Not only is she shallow, but her body is also so sensitive! Suddenly, I felt a pang of regret; the girl's boyfriend has such a gem and hasn't properly explored her potential! It's outrageous!

I grabbed the girl's waist with both hands and
thrust forcefully, the girl's high-pitched moans becoming intermittent from the impact. Immediately afterward, another gush of hot fluid gushed from her vagina, slightly scalding. A comfortable warmth emanated from her pubic bone. The familiar flush returned to the girl's face, spreading from her neck down to her chest. Rapid, intense contractions occurred within her vagina; I increased my speed and pressure.

The girl's face flushed even more, and her frequent "ah ah" sounds faded into silence.
Like someone choking her, her brow furrowed, her expression of pain intensifying.

Experienced men know that
a woman's expression during a peak of pleasure is the same as when she's in pain.

Finally, at the very climax,
the girl's scream erupted, sharp and intense, almost a sob. Her body convulsed violently, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.
After a while, the girl gradually began to calm down.

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