These are my two experiences as a single man. Please forgive me if they are poorly written, as I have little experience!

My first time sleeping with a woman was in 2009. From the initial mystery surrounding sex, to experiencing and understanding it after the veil was lifted, to my current calm acceptance, the process of my behavioral changes and evolving perspectives has been tortuous and complex, but the result is gratifying; my gains have long been worth the price.
My first close encounter with a woman seems rather legendary to me, and even now, thinking about it makes me a little scared. It was after the Spring Festival in 2009. There were some family matters, so I went back home before the New Year. Afterwards, I had nothing to do at home. Thinking about how I'd lived for 19 years and was still a virgin, to use a joke, even a dog should be taken out for breeding. Chairman Mao taught us: "Self-reliance leads to abundance." There are three ways to find women: one is to find a prostitute, two is to find someone nearby, and three is to find someone online. I immediately ruled out the first two; you can imagine why. That left only finding someone online. I won't go into the specifics, but simply put, through online research and my own understanding and practice, I developed my own set of chatting theories. Since then, I've understood two things: First, I need to read more posts online, and read good ones. Second, I understand even more deeply Deng Xiaoping's saying that practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.
Initially, I cast a wide net, adding different women on QQ, then focused on specific targets, carefully selecting two or three who could be developed into serious relationships. Back then, WeChat didn't exist; QQ dominated the hookup app market for years. It's undeniable that the internet has facilitated countless passionate encounters between lonely men and women. Although WeChat, touted as the new hookup app, has emerged in the last two years, I rarely use it because I mostly contact acquaintances by phone. I only have two friends on WeChat: one is a friend, and the other sells shoes on Taobao.
Because I've always preferred mature women—a preference I've held since reaching sexual maturity—I add older women on QQ. Initially, my preference for mature women stemmed from a desire for them to care for and support me like an older sister; this might also be related to my family background. Having experienced so much, upon reflection, I realize that mature women are truly a treasure. They possess rich life experience, and whether in bed or in life, they are understanding and considerate of men's feelings. Moreover, mature women are generally more voluptuous, with fair and soft skin, feeling like cotton in your arms—warm, soft, and comfortable. Mature women have usually given birth and generally have IUDs. Even if they don't, men don't need to worry about contraception; they know more about it than I do. Therefore, I can indulge myself fully when with a mature woman. At least from the beginning of my interactions with women until now, I haven't used a condom. In conclusion, their complete physical and psychological maturity is something young girls simply cannot compare to
. Getting back to the point, the first woman I met was Sister Zhao. Online, I said I was 24, and she said she was 32. The road was winding, but the future was bright. From online chatting to phone conversations, from discussing sex to having sex over the phone, although there were some setbacks, things progressed steadily step by step. Here are two funny stories. One is about telekinesis. Back then, being a virgin, my telekinesis with Sister Zhao was all based on novels and porn I'd read, and I used my imagination to create my own interpretations—completely self-taught. Speaking of which, I'd never masturbated before losing my virginity; I only started afterward, and I'll explain why later. So, when we were having telekinesis, Sister Zhao would often have several orgasms while I remained unmoved. I genuinely wasn't interested in masturbation at the time; telekinesis was just a method I used when I couldn't find a better way to have deeper conversations. The other funny story is that one day Sister Zhao had a headache and couldn't sleep at noon, so I recited the Heart Sutra to her a few times. That evening, when we were chatting, she said that reciting the Heart Sutra made her feel very peaceful and she fell asleep quickly. I was a little proud of myself then, haha. Now, thinking back, after all I've been through, I've only had telekinesis with Sister Zhao and only recited the Heart Sutra to her. Sometimes, thinking about it brings a mix of emotions.
Once, after she orgasmed during phone sex, she asked me to come to her place. At that moment, I thought: this is it. Because I had some things to take care of at home, even though we're from the same city—I live in the countryside and she lives in the city—it wasn't very convenient for us to meet. After finishing up at home, I took a bus to the city. When I got off the bus, it was already afternoon. I called her, and we met. She wasn't very tall, a little plump, with great skin, but she already had crow's feet around her eyes. Later, I saw her family photo at her house, and based on her son's age, I figured she was probably 35.
Her house was near the station, so we walked there together. When we entered, she poured me some water. I looked around her house, watching her busy in the living room, and seeing the large family photo of the three of them hanging on the wall. I felt like I was dreaming. Since we had communicated extensively both online and on the phone, we understood each other implicitly when we met. Finally, I put my arm around her, and we sat on the sofa watching TV together. I remember reading posts online about how virgins get nervous and don't know what to do. I found that apart from being a little nervous when we met at the bus station, I was remarkably calm and composed after entering the room, a state I still found somewhat perplexing. When I hugged her, her body trembled slightly, her face flushed, and her breathing rapid; she was clearly more nervous than I was. The scent of her hair and body told me she had already showered before I arrived. Then we kissed and caressed each other—oh, my first kiss. Just when I thought our first encounter was about to take place on the sofa, she pushed me up, telling me to shower first, and then she went to run the bathwater for me.
After a quick shower, Sister Zhao was already in front of the computer in the bedroom. Then I carried her to the bed, kissing her as we undressed. When we were both completely naked, she suddenly pulled the blanket over her head. I thought that was good, to avoid embarrassment for both of us. Then my mind started searching through all the porn I had ever watched. At that moment, I felt my blood boiling, as if I were possessed by the god of war, the scourge of God reborn. I imitated what I saw in porn movies, kissing her nipples with my mouth and exploring her "big valley" with my middle finger. My god, it was like a flood, a raging torrent! After touching and kissing her, I couldn't take it anymore, so I positioned her legs in an M shape. Since it was my first time, afraid of not finding my target, I knelt on the bed with my penis in front, but leaned back as far as I could to see the entrance. Before entering, I checked the clock on my desk: 3:15.
Thank goodness, the benefit of studying hard was that I found the entrance immediately. But when I entered, my first feeling was pain—not her pain, but mine. It hurt so much I shuddered and broke out in a sweat. I realized for the first time that not only does it hurt when a virgin is deflowered, but it hurts when a man is deflowered too. After my penis entered, I felt the flesh inside moving, squeezing my penis with each thrust. At that moment, I thought to myself: Is this what sex is? After about half a minute inside, the pain subsided, so I started thrusting back and forth like I'd seen in porn. At this point, Sister Zhao started moaning; I can't describe her voice, it was a soft, sobbing sound, almost like crying. I was thinking, "Why is it different from what I see on TV?" Soon, my lower back started to ache, then it traveled up my spine to the back of my head, a tingling sensation spreading through my neck. My penis started throbbing violently. I felt dizzy, and then I collapsed onto Sister Zhao, panting heavily. I glanced at my watch again: 3:18. Three minutes, those were the worst three minutes! My first time only lasted three minutes before I was completely defeated. Back then, I didn't understand anything about orgasms, but thinking back on Sister Zhao's reaction, she must have orgasmed before I ejaculated. -
After we finished, we lay on the bed, savoring the moment, neither of us saying a word. I looked at my penis; it was limp like a dead snake. After a while, I suggested we wash up, but she said she didn't want to move, she felt weak all over. I stupidly said, "I'll carry you." Then I went to carry her. I almost couldn't lift her, so she stopped lying down and wouldn't let me carry her anymore. We went to shower together.
After showering, we sat side-by-side on the bed playing on the computer. Just as I logged into QQ, she suddenly tapped me on the shoulder: "My husband's home!" Apparently, Sister Zhao had locked the door after we came in, and her husband couldn't open it. He was knocking, and the observant Sister Zhao heard him. She quickly threw my clothes at me. I was stunned for a moment, but not particularly nervous. I just mentally scolded Sister Zhao: "Didn't you say your husband only comes home on Saturdays and Sundays? Why is he back today?" After getting dressed, I made sure to close my QQ. I was about to hide in a closet or something, like in the movies, when Sister Zhao, already dressed, said: "Go to the balcony first. After I open the door, I'll take my husband into the bedroom and close the door before you leave. We'll call each other tonight."
After leaving Sister Zhao's apartment complex, I glanced at the sun in the sky, took a deep breath, and my head started to spin. A wave of fear washed over me. What if Sister Zhao hadn't locked the door? What if her husband had searched everywhere when he got home? We would both be doomed! That evening, she took some time to meet me near her apartment complex. She said her husband usually came home on Saturdays and Sundays, but he only came home today because his workplace was closed. Sister Zhao had told me before that her husband's workplace was quite far from home, and he only came home on weekends. She said it was lucky I pulled her into the shower, otherwise, things could have been very different. Her husband was already suspicious when she pulled him into the bedroom, but I had already left while he was searching the house. We were both terrified. I really admired how calm Sister Zhao and I were under pressure; if we had really hidden in the closet, we wouldn't have been able to explain ourselves. Finally, Sister Zhao said, "Little brother, I can't stay with you tonight. Why don't you find a hotel to stay in and go home tomorrow? I'll make it up to you next time." I said okay, and told her to delete my QQ number and phone number first, and I'd contact her later. Sister Zhao said she had already deleted them. I was once again impressed by Sister Zhao's counter-surveillance skills. It seems that this game of infidelity requires a very strong mentality to play. - It was from that moment that I truly understood the meaning of "women hold up half the sky." As a species that bleeds for a week every month but doesn't die, you have no reason to despise them. In the days that followed, I spent two more nights at her house. Since I went to Shanxi, we haven't seen each other again. -
My first time ended so abruptly. I almost got caught in bed with someone else the first time I lost my virginity. Even now, sometimes thinking about it still makes my heart pound. But for me, it was a milestone, a complete sublimation from spirit to body. Thank you, Sister Zhao.

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