Insecure female teacher

The sudden outbreak of the COVID-19 pandemic in 2020 disrupted everything, but these months of isolation also led to a romantic encounter.

After staying home for over a month, checking the latest news about the pandemic, scrolling through Douyin (TikTok), and browsing my WeChat Moments, a post suddenly appeared on my Moments near the end of March: "Separated from my little one for so long!" Below was a photo of a little girl, who looked about three or four years old and quite cute.

This person was unfamiliar; I thought back and realized it was probably someone I added a long time ago, but I had no recollection of how we connected and had never chatted.

This post piqued my curiosity. Being separated from my child for so long was likely due to the pandemic preventing reunions. I clicked into her Moments and scrolled down randomly. There was a photo of a woman holding a little girl—that was her.

To be honest, this woman was very beautiful, and her daughter clearly resembled her.

It's strange, really. Although I'm a womanizer—I get stares at pretty women or those with good figures—I still have principles when it comes to casual sex. I usually don't touch women who are in relationships or have husbands. But this time, I seemed to be bewitched. Maybe it's because I haven't had sex with a woman in a while, and I was really pent up. Seeing this woman gave me a very strange feeling, and I inexplicably sent her a message.

I asked her: "Isn't your child with you?"

After a while, she replied: "The child is at grandma's. We were supposed to go back for the New Year, but then the pandemic hit, and we didn't expect the lockdown to last so long."

I added: "Your husband must miss the child too, right?"

I asked that question intentionally, because I'm quite horny, and it's easy for me to brush shoulders with women during conversations. If she's also lonely, then once I find a way in, sleeping together is inevitable. Given the current situation—a married woman—I'm really unsure whether to continue. Perhaps she could give me a clear answer; just knowing she's with her husband would put an end to my thoughts.

However, things didn't go as planned. To my surprise, her reply reignited my passion. She said she'd been divorced for several years and worked alone here. She didn't have time to take care of her child, so she sent him back to her mother's.

To be honest, when I learned she was a divorced woman, my penis instantly became erect!

Why? Because in all the years I've been hooking up with women, I've never met a divorced woman. Deep down, I really crave the feeling of being a married woman, but morally, I can't bring myself to do it with a woman who's already in a relationship. It's a contradiction, isn't it?

This woman perfectly fulfills my long-held desire without violating my moral boundaries.

At that moment, I made up my mind to get her!

As we talked more and more, I learned her name was Zi Yuting, and she was a teacher at a primary school near our neighborhood. Her surname was quite uncommon, so I jokingly called her Teacher Zi. A few days later

, she gave me a big surprise—it was truly unexpected! This woman lived in the same neighborhood as me, on the fourth floor across the hall, while mine was on the sixth floor.

Yuting was also surprised, and that day we looked at each other from our respective balconies.

After that brief encounter, we seemed much closer. She started talking about herself; she had been divorced for four years, and her child was five years old, but she never revealed the reason for the divorce.

I made several guesses, including mother-in-law issues, her husband's infidelity, and even the possibility that she had cheated, but Yuting denied them all. In the end, she simply said that they separated because of incompatibility.

Wow, incompatibility… that encompasses a lot, but it didn't matter. I didn't want to know if you didn't want to tell me; my purpose wasn't to investigate your past.

Another week passed, and my relationship with Yuting had rapidly heated up. Every day, we'd each look at each other from our balconies and text each other from there. It felt a bit strange, but it was a necessary evil during the pandemic.

That evening, after showering, I saw a message from Yuting. She asked why I wasn't married yet. My answer was that I hadn't met the right person. Yuting seemed very interested in this topic, constantly asking what kind of girl I liked, saying there were plenty of girls in her company to choose from.

Seeing an opportunity, I told her my criteria, all based on her characteristics.

She wasn't a naive girl after all; she understood immediately and said I was too mischievous, my mind full of bad ideas.

We chatted like this on and off for about a month, until one night we finally crossed the line into flirting.

I asked her what her views on sex were.

She said she didn't have any particular views, that it was indifferent.

Upon hearing this, I knew there was definitely a story behind it. For a normal woman, especially one of this age, sex is something she might not care about. Such an answer could mean three things: first, the woman isn't completely open-minded and doesn't want to talk about this topic; second, she has had some negative experiences with sex; or third, she's averse to anything related to sex!

I didn't rush to ask further but waited patiently. A few minutes later, Yuting sent me a message asking what my opinion was on this. Well, haha, I was already secretly pleased. This question meant she wasn't in the first situation, but most likely the second. In that case, deep down she must really crave and yearn for a wonderful sex life.

I told her that sex, broadly speaking, is a human instinct. Whether male or female, everyone has sexual desire. Seeing someone you like naturally evokes feelings, just like seeing a beautiful woman or a handsome man; the first reaction is often attraction to their appearance, followed by inner thoughts. While it may not necessarily mean wanting to do anything intimate, the initial attraction and mutual affection already foreshadow future possibilities. Love is something derived from instinct. Some say men experience sex before love, but my view is that they are not sequential but complementary. In normal life, both sex and love are essential.

Yuting scoffed at my statement, retorting, "If sex is so important, how do you explain sexless marriages?"

This stumped me, but I also noticed something: why would a normal woman ask such a tricky question? Could it be... my previous guess was wrong?

So I asked again, saying, "The percentage of completely sexless marriages is too small; that doesn't prove anything.

" Yuting quickly replied, "Really?"

The answer was obvious; Yuting had likely been living a sexless marriage before her divorce.

I replied with a surprised emoji and said, "It's not your own experience, is it?"

Yuting replied with a nod emoji and said nothing more.

The conversation had become somewhat delicate, and I wasn't entirely sure whose fault it was between the couple in this sexless marriage! After all, very few men can resist sexual temptation.

I decided to clarify my doubts. Since my flirting with her was purposeful, what if this woman was genuinely averse to sex? Wouldn't I be wasting my feelings?

I thought for a moment and asked her directly, "Since you haven't had sex for so many years, how do you deal with it when you want it?"

She replied quickly, first with a shy emoji, then a hand emoji.

I smiled, my worries subsiding. I continued, "Have you ever been with a man?"

Yuting sent a knife and an angry emoji, replying, "No," and then asked why I didn't find someone to marry.

I first sent a helpless emoji, then replied: Sigh, I also had a girlfriend I was planning to marry, but we broke up for some reasons.

Usually, this kind of topic is most likely to pique women's interest, and sure enough, Yuting immediately became interested and asked me what the reason was.

Her question was exactly what I wanted to hear. Based on what I had gathered from her, I replied: "To be honest, it's a little embarrassing, and I'm not bragging, but I have a pretty strong sex drive. My ex-girlfriend wasn't very interested in that area, and she wasn't very cooperative during sex. Being with her was basically never satisfying. And I'm a very honest and upright person; I wouldn't go out and mess around with other women, so... that's why the conflict kept escalating."

The above wasn't entirely made up.

Yuting sent a long string of facepalm emojis and then complained, "Honest and upright, huh? I didn't realize..."

I pressed my advantage and said, "How about you come to my place sometime and take a closer look?"

Yuting called me a pervert.

I said she was thinking the wrong thing.

We chatted flirtatiously for a while, then stopped short of revealing our true feelings. I ended the chat, saying I was going to take a shower, and then I didn't reply to her messages anymore.

As I was getting ready for bed, I glanced at WeChat. Yuting had sent me two messages: one asking if I was done washing up, and the other saying goodnight.

I didn't reply, lying in bed pondering what might happen next.

The next day, I woke up after nine. I picked up my phone and, as expected, Yuting had sent a good morning message at eight.

I wasn't in a hurry to reply; so much time had passed. After washing up, I told her I slept well last night and had just woken up.

Yuting called me a lazybones.

I said I had some wine at home and wanted to hear a story; was I free at noon?

Yuting didn't answer directly but asked if I could cook. To be honest, I'm a pretty good cook, thanks to my mom who forced me to learn a few signature dishes when I was a teenager. Later, I even used my cooking skills to pick up quite a few girls.

I asked her what she wanted to eat.

Yuting immediately sent a voice message, asking if I really could cook! She sounded quite surprised.

I told her about a few of my signature dishes, but given the current situation, most shops were closed, and those that were open didn't have many fresh ingredients, making it difficult to cook delicious meals.

Yuting said she only had some leftovers at home and could give me some if I didn't mind.

I was thrilled! I had been worrying about how to meet her, and now Yuting had offered me this opportunity—I had to seize it!

So we agreed to meet at noon at my place. Thinking about it, I have to thank this year's pandemic!

The next morning around 10 a.m., Yuting said she was coming over, but her things were a bit heavy, so she asked me to come downstairs to meet her. When

we met, I was shocked! Two huge bags of meat! Yuting seemed embarrassed and said she couldn't eat all the meat at home, so she gave it all to me…

Okay, I didn't mind; I could cook some for lunch anyway.

I quickly sized up the young woman. She was about 1.6 meters tall, with long hair, wearing a beige coat over a white t-shirt, and tight jeans. She wasn't wearing heels, just ordinary women's shoes, giving her a homely, domestic air.

After a brief chat, I took a bag of meat from her and we went upstairs together.

Once inside, I put the meat in the kitchen.

Since it was an old building without an elevator, and the sixth floor was the top floor, the weight of the climb left her a little out of breath.

I washed my hands, got her a drink, and then went back to the living room to chat, taking the opportunity to observe her more closely.

Yuting was quite pretty, similar to her photos, but a bit more mature. She had a good figure; although rather thin and not very busty, it made her waist look slim, her legs long, and her hips shapely. Crucially, her fair skin added to her appeal.

After a short chat, Yuting stood up and started walking around the house, looking at the balcony, then the kitchen, then the bedroom. Well, maybe all women have this habit. Even though our houses are definitely the same layout, she still wanted to walk around the whole place.

Luckily, after we arranged to meet yesterday, I tidied up the house, otherwise, seeing my socks and underwear piled up together would have lowered her opinion of me.

After the tour, Yuting didn't say anything. I asked her what she wanted to eat, and she told me anything was fine.

Hehe, isn't that just a woman's unique 'whatever' attitude? Okay, since that's the case, I'll have to show off my skills.

Looking at the meat she gave me, hmm, there was pork tenderloin in it, good, very good, just what I wanted.

Sweet and sour pork tenderloin!

While I was preparing the ingredients in the kitchen, Yuting also washed her hands and came in, saying she wanted to help.

During the process, I discovered that Yuting was also quite knowledgeable about cooking. Without me saying anything, she helped me prepare the ingredients, and she was amazed that my cooking style was really like a chef's.

When I marinated the sliced pork tenderloin, coated it with starch, and prepared to fry it, our hands accidentally touched a few times, and I noticed that her hands were very cold.

I had an urge to hold her hand, but I was still cooking and couldn't act on my impulse.

We talked a lot during the meal, and our understanding of each other deepened.

After the meal, I cleaned up the dishes in the kitchen while she tidied the table in the living room. When I returned to the living room, I saw her still tidying up some odds and ends, even tidying up the sofa for me. A wave of warmth washed over me, and I went over and mustered the courage to grasp her hand.

Perhaps my action was too sudden, because Yuting gasped and looked up at me with wide eyes, but she didn't pull her hand away. I smiled back at her, holding her hand tightly, and said, "Your hands are so cold!"

Yuting was surprised and paused for a moment, then smiled, though it was a helpless smile. She then pulled her hand back and turned to throw the tidied-up items into the trash can.

I didn't do anything more inappropriate to her; after all, it was our first meeting, and if I were too ulterior motive, it might backfire.

After clearing the dishes, Yuting and I sat down in the living room to chat. Unexpectedly, our conversation lasted for several hours. She poured out her troubles, telling me how difficult the past few years had been, and how awful her ex-husband was. All I could do was comfort her and sympathize with her plight. However, Yuting's tone remained calm throughout, without much emotional fluctuation. I think she's moved on and just wanted to vent. Around 4 PM, we ended our conversation.

Looking back, I admire my patience. Yuting apologized, essentially saying that she'd been feeling very repressed for the past six months and hadn't met anyone she could open up to. She felt a sense of familiarity with me today and couldn't quite control herself...

I just smiled and nodded in understanding.

It was almost 5 PM when I saw Yuting off. Back home, I lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

It seems that married women aren't as easy to handle as young girls; this looks like a long-term commitment.

Some might say, "Are you stupid? She's already come to your house, how can you let her go?" Sigh, it was out of necessity. I wanted to sleep with her too, but I couldn't force her! I'd already made a good impression on her, and sleeping with her was just a matter of time. Some women require a slow and steady approach!

For the next few days, we talked late every night, and I could sense that Yuting was starting to depend on me.

Finally, about two weeks later, one evening around nine o'clock, Yuting called me.

I could tell from her voice that she was unhappy.

I asked her what was wrong, and she said she felt a little down and wanted to have a drink with someone.

Drink? Sure!

I got dressed, went downstairs, and eagerly ran to her house.

The moment I saw her, my heart sank. Her face was haggard, and she looked like she had been crying. But because she was wearing loungewear, I couldn't help but glance at her body. I could see her skin through the fabric, and her white bra was also visible.

However, the most important thing now was to comfort her, not to act like a lecher.

We went inside, I poured drinks, and we drank!

At first, Yuting just chatted about random things, but after a few drinks, she switched back to her usual talkative mode, still talking about her various misfortunes over the past few years.

Actually, I was quite annoyed at the time, but I didn't want to interrupt her. Yuting talked to me more deeply tonight than before, perhaps because of the alcohol. Yuting told me a story that shocked me—her own story.

She said that when she met her ex-husband, she was 24, but he was already 31. In her mind, a man of that age should know a lot about matters between men and women, but he seemed particularly naive, even shy. For a long time after they started dating, the most proactive thing he did was hold her hand and take a walk. Later, when they hugged and kissed, it was always Yuting who initiated it, but when they kissed, he would only touch her lips, not open his mouth, just a light peck, like something out of a TV drama... It felt very fake. Yuting asked for a deep kiss, the kind where the tongues intertwine, but every time, he would stop after a few kisses, saying he couldn't breathe. When she questioned him, he just said it was a childhood ailment that made it hard to breathe.

At this point, Yuting picked up her wine glass, clinked it against mine, gave a bitter laugh, and took a small sip. She continued, saying that at the time, she chose to believe him, and even felt a little sorry for him, so later, except when she really wanted to kiss him, they would usually just touch lips and hug.

When talking about hugging, Yuting sighed again. She told me that her ex-husband was practically a gentleman; aside from hugging her from behind, his hands never touched her anywhere else. At first, she thought this was very gentlemanly behavior... But later, even after they had been together for a long time, he would only give her simple kisses and hugs, without any further intentions. Yuting had dated a boyfriend in college, so she was sexually attracted, but unfortunately, her ex-husband seemed oblivious. As a woman, Yuting didn't want to be too direct. So, even after their parents met and the marriage was arranged, they hadn't slept together. Later, when they were about to get married, they moved in together, but even then, sleeping in the same bed, they hadn't had any sexual intercourse. Her ex-husband wouldn't even touch her. Sometimes when she wanted it and tried to express her desire, he would always use being too tired from work as an excuse to avoid it. When things got really tough, he'd at most touch her with his hand, and he wouldn't let Yuting touch his body. At this point, Yuting had a bad feeling. She subtly hinted that he might have a problem in that area. Perhaps he also felt that continuing like this was too unromantic, so one night, her ex-husband finally took the initiative and touched her. They had their first sexual encounter after knowing each other for over a year. The experience wasn't great, and afterwards, he said he had no experience since it was his first time. Yuting had no choice but to accept it. From the time they met until now, his behavior had indeed convinced her that this man hadn't experienced relationships before. After this experience, Yuting no longer doubted his sexual function, since they could still have normal sex.

The following spring, they got married, and his family started urging them to have a grandchild. They went on their honeymoon. During this time, no matter how much Yuting asked, he refused, citing the trip as too tiring for pregnancy. The short honeymoon ended just like that. After returning from their trip, they both began preparing for pregnancy, a process that lasted for over three months. That's right, they still didn't have sex during this time.

At this point, Yuting looked at me with a wry smile. She sniffed and said, "Having sex only once a year—I used to just laugh it off, but I never thought I'd actually experience it myself."

I didn't interrupt her and waited for her to continue.

Yuting tilted her head back and downed the rest of her drink in one gulp. I noticed a glint in her eyes. After pausing for more than ten seconds, Yuting stared blankly at the empty glass and continued, "Both of our parents have been pressuring me to get pregnant. My in-laws even suspect there's something wrong with me. Out of desperation, I've talked to my ex-husband several times. I even threatened to tell everyone that we've only had sex once since we got married. Under this pressure, he finally agreed to have a child with me. We had sex once, and coincidentally, I got pregnant. The whole family was overjoyed, but Yuting's heart sank to the bottom. We'd been together for so long, but we'd only had sex twice. And during sex, he was very unresponsive. There was no flirting or foreplay, and he didn't care about my feelings. He just went ahead and did it, roughly, and it hurt me a lot. His only goal was to ejaculate quickly and then pull out of my body. Yuting had experience with this before, so she knew his behavior was abnormal, but she was powerless to do anything about it."

During her pregnancy, they naturally didn't have sex. Even after their daughter was born for about a year, they still hadn't been intimate. Yuting couldn't take it anymore. She started questioning her ex-husband, even threatening divorce. They began arguing constantly, and the conflict escalated. Finally, her ex-husband confessed that he was sexually frigid and had no interest in sex. Although Yuting had mentally prepared herself, hearing this from him still left her stunned. From that day on, her ex-husband deliberately avoided her, making even normal communication difficult, let alone sex. She didn't know how to face the future; it felt like the sky had fallen.

For a considerable period after the divorce, Yuting was in a very bad mood. Her daughter was mainly cared for by her parents. This year, the pandemic hit, and she couldn't even go home for the Lunar New Year. Living alone here sometimes felt very lonely and isolated.

Having said all that, Yuting had expressed herself sufficiently; there was no point in her continuing. It was time for me to take action.

I looked at her and asked seriously, "If you feel lonely, why don't you find someone else?"

She just shook her head and countered, "If you've experienced a marriage like that, would you want to do it again?"

I fell silent. Indeed, this question was unanswerable, because I'd never had a married life nor had I ever encountered a sexually frigid partner.

Seeing my silence, Yuting leaned forward, half-lying on the table, looking at me lazily, and then asked again, "You've been alone for quite a while now, do you feel lonely?"

I picked up my drink, took a sip, and smiled, "It would be a lie to say I'm not lonely!"

"Then you must have had quite a few girlfriends before, right?" Yuting said, her eyes fixed on the wine glass in her hand.

Women's hearts are often delicate; sometimes, a few key points can change their subsequent decisions.

I sighed, clinked glasses with her, and said, "Would I still be lonely then?"

The bitterness of the alcohol pierced my throat. I frowned, sighed a few times, and continued, "I've said before that I tend to be open-minded about sex, but that doesn't mean I'm promiscuous. I don't like purely physical relationships! I think the most important thing in a relationship is emotional resonance. Love comes first, then sex; love precedes sex. But I definitely can't accept a relationship without sex!"

As I spoke, I noticed Yuting resting her chin on her hand, listening intently.

This made me a little nervous. After a few seconds of silence, I gave a wry smile and continued, "Better to have none than something bad. That's my current state. I won't indulge myself for sex; that would be irresponsible to both of us."

Perhaps these words resonated with Yuting, because she suddenly asked me what kind of woman I liked.

I said we got along well, we clicked! For example...

I didn't finish my sentence; in these situations, unspoken understanding is the most perfect.

I stared at her, she stared at me, we both stifled laughter, and almost simultaneously burst out laughing.

We poured drinks and toasted.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps Yuting really wanted a man, but after swallowing her drink, she suddenly asked me a bold question.

Yuting asked, "So... how long has it been since you've had sex?"

I didn't answer directly, but asked her a question in return: "What about you? Haven't you had sex since your divorce?"

Yuting looked up at me, her eyes red, her cheeks flushed. She nodded, while brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

This gesture seemed incredibly seductive to me.

At that moment, I was certain that she belonged to me tonight.

I put my arm around her shoulder. Yuting neither resisted nor reciprocated, but just murmured something softly.

I brought my mouth close to her ear and whispered, "Give it to me!"

Yuting's body stiffened slightly. She turned her head, her breath slightly ragged, as if she wanted to say something, but I didn't give her the chance. I kissed her lips without hesitation. Yuting neither responded nor resisted, just letting me hold her in my arms and let me suckle

her lips. After kissing for a while, she still didn't respond, so I stopped kissing her lips and started kissing her neck and biting her earlobe. My hands also wandered under her pajamas, heading straight for her bra. The moment my hand slipped under the bra and touched her breasts, Yuting's breathing became noticeably heavier, and she gripped my shoulders tightly.

After kneading her breasts for a while, I pulled my hand out and instead put it in my waistband. After all, she was a woman who had given birth, and there was still a lot of fat on her lower abdomen. I could feel the stretch marks very clearly, but that didn't matter. After a brief pause, I went straight to between her legs. Yuting whimpered and squeezed her legs tightly together, not letting my hand touch her private garden. After trying several times without success, I simply stopped trying to force it in. I turned my head and kissed her again. This time, Yuting took the initiative to stick out her tongue for me to suck. My fingers continued to caress her pubic hair. Gradually, her legs relaxed a little, but they still remained closed. Fortunately, my fingers could reach her labia. Her private parts were very hot, even a little scalding. Every time I ran my fingertips over her clitoris, I could feel Yuting's body trembling, but she just wouldn't open her legs completely for me to touch.

This position wasn't very comfortable, and she wasn't very cooperative. After a while, I told her, "Let's go to the bed." Yuting hummed in agreement, climbed out of my arms, and led me to the bedroom. We drew the curtains, turned on the wall lamp, took off our clothes, got into bed, and embraced. During this time, we didn't say a word, only expressing our desires through passionate kisses and heavy breathing.

During this time, Yuting's body was fully displayed before me. Overall, she was quite well-proportioned, with smooth skin all over her body. Her breasts weren't large, but they were very full, and

her buttocks were also plump. Except for the slightly raised folds of skin on her lower abdomen from having given birth, she was incredibly alluring. I held her and pressed her onto the bed, stroking my penis between her legs. Yuting was much more relaxed than in the living room. She actively spread her legs and lifted her lower body to meet my movements. I must say, this woman was very sensitive. Before we even started, she was already incredibly wet down there. I touched it with my hand; it was soaking wet.

I brought my fingers, sticky with her vaginal fluid, to my nose and smelled them. Besides a faint, natural odor, there wasn't a single other strange smell.

When Yuting saw me smelling her, she blushed and punched my shoulder a few times with her little fist. Actually, I had planned to do 69 with her, but Yuting felt a little uncomfortable not having showered. Okay, let's get straight to the point. I pressed my glans against her opening, and Yuting cooperated by lifting her legs and clamping them between my sides. Finding the right angle, I pressed down hard, and my penis squeezed open the opening and slid in with a whoosh. The long-lost feeling of being enveloped and the burning heat was incredibly comfortable. Yuting cried out at the same time; I could tell she really wanted it.

I must say, Yuting's vagina was quite tight; it could at least wrap me up completely. Once inside, my entire penis was tightly enveloped by her. I had heard that women who give birth naturally have looser vaginas, but it seems that's not true.

To be honest, it had been quite a while since I'd had sex with a woman. Yuting's vagina was soft, tight, and very hot. After a few slow thrusts, I couldn't help but start pumping, the movements getting faster and faster, until it was a frenzied onslaught!

Nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep, three shallow thrusts followed by two deep, five shallow thrusts followed by five deep, left and right thrusts, up and down swaying—basically, just constant back and forth, left and right, deep and shallow movements. I wouldn't say I had any particular technique, but Yuting quickly began to moan with pleasure.

Yuting was incredibly wet; each thrust made a gurgling sound, which, combined with her moans, sounded extremely lewd.

What surprised me was that this woman was not only physically sensitive, but she also came to orgasm very quickly. I estimate it only took a few minutes before Yuting trembled and reached her climax.

During her orgasm, Yuting clung tightly to me, her legs wrapped around my waist, her lower body thrusting against me, preventing me from moving too much. I could clearly feel her vagina contracting and squeezing rapidly inside.

This squeezing almost made me ejaculate too, but I gritted my teeth and held back, though I still instinctively thrust in a little further.

This thrust sent Yuting into a series of soft moans. She cried out urgently, "Don't move... don't move... ah!"

Then her body trembled again. My God! How sensitive is she?!

Okay, I'll let you catch your breath for a bit. When I get back to enjoying myself, I won't give you a chance to breathe. I leaned down, hugged her, and gave her a wet kiss, easing the stimulation on my penis. By the second round, I was much more comfortable. I straightened up, pulled her legs in front of me, and started going at it. Yuting moaned incessantly with pleasure. Several times she tried to sit up and reach for me, but I thrust so hard she went limp back onto the bed. Later, she simply arched her back, her hands gripping the sheets, her moans almost whimpering.

Experienced guys know that if you go at it for too long and hold back the urge to ejaculate several times, your penis will become numb, and you'll be too tired to ejaculate!

Of course, I wouldn't sacrifice my experience for the sake of time, so after making her feel good twice more, I lay down and let Yuting sit on top of me and rock back and forth. Her skills in bed were quite good; after guiding my penis inside, she squatted and did it on me for several minutes in a row, and her vagina was very tight, the kind that constantly wrapped and writhed inside, it felt incredibly good.

This kind of exploitation made me a little unable to hold on. Sigh, whatever, there's plenty of time in the long night, let me just ejaculate first!

I got up, hugged Yuting, rolled over and pinned her down again, and began the final sprint. Yuting naturally knew I was about to climax; she gripped my upper arm with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, trying to keep her moans from getting too loud, which was really irresistible.

Soon I released my essence in a satisfying way. After I finished, I got off her, hugged her, and looked at Yuting's flushed face, suddenly realizing that I had just ejaculated inside her!

I asked her if she wanted to buy emergency contraception, but Yuting just smiled blankly.

She pouted, gently running her hand across my chest, and then said in a complaining tone, "Hmph, are you scared?"

I was a little flustered. To be honest, I was really scared. What if I got pregnant? If I didn't handle it properly, she could use it to blackmail me, and that would be terrible. But I do have some experience with women, so I pulled her into my arms and said, "Drinking tonight isn't good for the baby!"

Yuting probably didn't expect me to say that. She looked up at me with disbelief, then buried her head in my chest and whispered, "You really want me to have your baby?" Unfortunately, I already have an IUD.

Yuting's words surprised and delighted me, and I felt a surge of inexplicable excitement. An IUD! This meant I could have unprotected sex with her, ejaculating inside her without restraint. My first time meeting a married woman, and I'd encountered such a gem!

To be honest, my little brother instantly got hard again!

I mounted her again, my penis pressing against her entrance and thrusting in.

Yuting seemed quite excited too, moaning as she responded to my thrusts. Perhaps it was because I hadn't had sex with a woman in a long time, or perhaps it was the completely different experience of being so close, but this time I didn't last much longer than before, probably only about 15 minutes at most, before I felt like ejaculating again. I tried to hold back a few times, but in the end, I succumbed to her tight, sweet vagina.

That night, I felt like I was back in my youth, when I first tasted love. As soon as I regained my energy, I wanted to thrust my penis into her and climax. But I was in my thirties, after all, and couldn't possibly go nine times a night until dawn. After my fifth ejaculation, I rolled off her, panting heavily. I checked my phone; it was already 2:30 AM. We were both exhausted, and without bothering to clean up, we covered ourselves with the blanket and fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the days that followed, Yuting and I lived like a couple. Most of the time, I stayed at her place, and occasionally she would stay at mine for a day or two. In her words, she just wasn't comfortable staying at other people's houses.

Two months passed in a flash. The passion of our initial infatuation began to fade, and I started working again. Yuting acted like an older sister, constantly looking after me. She would call me after work to rush home for dinner, and I had to shower and go to bed on time every night. Weekends were also reserved for shopping trips or spending time with her at home. This left me with virtually no free time. As time went on, I discovered she was actually extremely insecure, perhaps due to a previous unhappy marriage. When I talked on the phone or sent WeChat messages to others, I could clearly feel her nerves were on edge. She even demanded to see my chat history. Of course, I hadn't talked to any other women during our time together, so I showed it to her a few times, but that wasn't enough. Then she wanted to see my money transfer and payment records, etc… Of course, I refused.

At this point, conflicts began to arise between us. One sunny afternoon, we had our first argument. A female colleague had called me several times, mostly about work, but because the calls were long, Yuting became incredibly jealous… She happened to be staying at my place for a few days. Seeing her like that, I couldn't be bothered to explain. In the end, she angrily cursed at me a few times, then slammed the door and left. For the next week, Yuting ignored me completely, and I figured our relationship was pretty much over.

But that weekend night, I received another call from Yuting. I could tell she'd been drinking. I asked her where she was, and she said she was at home and missed me.

Okay, fine, I missed her too, or rather, I wanted to fuck her.

We chatted briefly, got dressed, and went to Yuting's house. I knocked on the door, and she was wearing a very thin nightgown, looking very sexy. I almost rushed in and closed the door. As soon as I entered, I hugged her tightly and kissed her hungryly, my hands grabbing her breasts through the nightgown—they were bare, so soft! Maybe I was too rough, because Yuting resisted a little, but quickly gave in. She started tearing at my clothes, and I helped her undress. Soon, we were both naked and entangled together.

I picked up Yuting and placed her on the sofa, then pressed myself against her. I touched between her legs; it was very wet. Yuting reached down and grasped my penis, guiding it into her body. In that instant, my entire glans felt incredibly warm. To be honest, that warm, tight feeling of being enveloped was truly irresistible. Once we were in the mood, Yuting quickly became incredibly alluring. Her hungry moans and pleading groans were truly irresistible. I'm not bragging, but before Yuting, no woman had ever given me such an arousal. After penetration, I didn't want to stop for a moment. Even after ejaculation, I wanted to linger inside her for a long time until my softened penis was squeezed out of her vagina.

This close contact was incredibly stimulating, and I ejaculated quickly. It felt good, very satisfying. Yuting clung to me, acting coquettishly, deliberately squeezing her lower body tightly. I could clearly feel her vagina squeezing my penis. Hehe, I was bursting with energy right now. My ejaculation didn't make my little brother give in; it remained hard inside me. I thrust back without flinching. Yuting let out a soft, seductive moan. She raised her hand and slapped me, and we both looked at each other and burst out laughing. As she laughed, her lower body contracted again. My glans, still sensitive from ejaculating, felt a tingling sensation that made me gasp several times.

After resting for a few minutes, I started a new round of thrusting. Soon, our joined parts made gurgling sounds with each thrust. Yuting tilted her head, squinted her eyes, her brows furrowed slightly, and breathed softly with her lips parted.

This time, I didn't feel like ejaculating for a long time, which surprised me a bit. Without a condom, I usually can't last this long. Yuting had several orgasms and was starting to whine and beg for mercy, but I wasn't willing to stop. Firstly, because I hadn't ejaculated yet, and secondly, as punishment for our earlier argument.

I pinched her breasts a few times, then thrust in hard, making her moan and tense up. I felt so good, watching the beauty beneath me tremble under my ministrations, a sense of accomplishment welled up inside me.

I asked her to say something nice. Yuting started with "husband," "baby," "darling," "bad boy," which was alright, actually. Seeing her seductive manner, my penis started to feel the urge to ejaculate. However, I suddenly thought of something even more exciting: I asked her to call me "daddy." I didn't have high hopes, but Yuting called out in a very seductive voice, something like: "Ah, Daddy... um... Daddy, give me... I can't take it anymore, good Daddy..." My daughter is dying... Mmm...

Wow, that one scream got me all fired up, and I pounded her dozens of times before I came!

After my second ejaculation, I lay on my side on the sofa, and Yuting nestled in my arms like a kitten. She was so gentle and sweet then, completely different from when she was angry with me earlier.

I remembered a quote from Eileen Chang: "The shortcut to a woman's heart is through her vagina."

I have to say, role-playing is really exciting. In this father-daughter game, I rode her almost like a madman until we were both exhausted. Yuting was limp as a board, and I couldn't ejaculate anymore.

The next day, she complained that I was too wild last night, that she had no strength to walk and her thighs were trembling.

I just smiled. Actually, I wasn't much better off than her; I felt dizzy and lightheaded.

Maybe the excessive passion that night was too much, because for the next whole month, I didn't want to have sex.

Life returned to its usual uneventful state. Yuting still lacked a sense of security. After a passionate encounter, she looked through my phone and saw photos from an old department gathering. A female colleague was sitting next to me. She asked who this woman was and what our relationship was. I said she was a colleague. Yuting felt I was giving her a perfunctory answer. She got angry and demanded to know who that woman was. Sure enough, we argued again. This time, she didn't storm out because it was her home. She yelled and cursed at me to get out. I realized then how volatile this woman's temper was. But I wouldn't leave tonight; I felt it would be too shameful for a man. I tried to ease the tension by hugging her, but she forcefully pushed me away. I tried to kiss her, but instead, I received a slap.

I was furious, truly furious. I swung my fist and punched her shoulder hard. Yuting cried out in pain, clutching her shoulder and biting her lip as she looked at me with sharp, shocked, and fearful eyes. That night,

Yuting went to another guest room. She locked the door and wouldn't listen to anything I did to coax her.

After calming down, I went back to the bedroom, knowing that everything was coming to an end. After all, this kind of relationship was abnormal and destined not to go far. I treated her as a female companion with whom I could confide in and relieve loneliness, but she treated me as her only one, as her husband!

The next morning, still half asleep, I felt a soft body slip into my blanket, instantly waking me up! It was Yuting, completely naked. Seeing that I was awake, she reached out and hugged me tightly, kissing me. We made love again, neither of us speaking, just relentlessly taking from each other. It was as if we were engaged in a tacit contest, neither willing to admit defeat. I ejaculated inside her twice before finally giving in. Yuting was also covered in sweat; I felt her climax five times.

As we cuddled and cuddled, Yuting pressed my head against her chest, offering her nipple to my mouth for me to suckle. After a while, she burrowed her head under the covers. I knew what she was going to do; my glans was quickly enveloped by her warm mouth, her slippery tongue swirling around the coronal sulcus. It felt so good that I couldn't help but moan. My semi-erect penis swelled again in Yuting's mouth. I lifted the covers and lay flat on the bed. Yuting got up and squatted down, her waist twisting like a snake.

Our roles in bed seemed to have reversed. Usually, I was the one who made her beg for mercy, but today was the first time a woman had made me weak all over. I even groaned. When I ejaculated, my mind went blank; I almost thought I was going to die. I only remember Yuting covering me with the covers, and nothing after that.

When I woke up, it was already evening. Yuting had prepared dinner. She cried while we ate, explaining that she had a bad temper and regretted her unreasonable behavior last night.

Yuting had fallen deeply in love. Each time I entered her body, I also entered her heart. I knew this couldn't continue. After some time, I confessed to Yuting that I was destined not to be her husband and would not marry her.

Yuting's reaction was quite calm. She shook her head with a bitter smile, saying that all men were bastards, that I was a scumbag, and told me to get lost.

When I left her house, Yuting started wailing. I stood outside the door for a long time, but finally left.

Later, Yuting and I bumped into each other a few times at the supermarket near the entrance of our neighborhood, but neither of us spoke. After that, she disappeared, and I never saw that woman again.

*** *** ***

Time for rambling!

When it comes to married women, almost every man who has experienced it raves about them. Before meeting Yuting, I was more attracted to and driven by young girls, and even had a brief period of virginity complex during my school days. But after experiencing the allure of married women, I was almost completely captivated. I finally understood why experienced men in bed are more drawn to married women than young girls.

Although Yuting and I didn't end up together, the feelings she gave me were unlike anything I'd ever experienced with other women. Whether in life or in bed, she always filled me with passion... I've had my regrets, but ultimately, we weren't meant to be.

In the evenings, I sometimes stare blankly at Yuting's former residence. The deeper the love, the deeper the wound. Bitter memories remain in my heart. At sunset, a tragic love affair is preserved. In the sound of the wind, it seems to carry your constant murmurs. In this unfamiliar city, loneliness runs, searching for traces of you. All the longing in my heart has turned into heartbreaking memories. Your shy smile always melts away my weariness. When starlight fills the windowsill, I prostrate myself on your graceful body, feeling your fragrance. In the secluded valley, flowers bloom, and you envelop me with warmth, like long-awaited sweet dew. You writhe, wrapping me with your soft limbs. The wet stains on the sheets are the testament to our lovemaking. In this unbridled passion, the music reaches its peak. Trembling, panting, moaning, alluring and seductive. You greedily take, yearning for it to stand forever. It's just a pity that this world is filled with too much restlessness.

[The End]

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