My Love Diary – An Adulterous Love Affair

Tutoring was actually one of my important jobs during college. It provided me with a lot of financial support, but I never imagined it would leave me with emotional debt.

The female protagonist was a divorced single mother with a huge fortune, allowing her to easily raise a child on her own.

In my junior year, in order to earn more money, I met them through a tutoring agency.

I tutored the child for two years before finally having to fulfill my mandatory military service according to the constitution.

During my military service, because I was on an outlying island, I wrote letters more often than I met in person.

She was very kind to me and we maintained correspondence. When I came back on vacation, we would go out for a meal, but there was nothing particularly arousing of romantic feelings between us.

The story takes place after I was discharged from the military…

She sent her son abroad to study, leaving herself alone in Taiwan to take care of her parents. Living a leisurely life alone, she naturally became someone I, newly discharged and with nothing to do, would chat with.

One midsummer night, I don't remember why I called her; I just wanted to ask her out for drinks and a chat.

We sat in a bar on Shuangcheng Street, drinking glass after glass of herbal decoction. And so, desire flowed into our bellies.

After we both realized we were slightly tipsy, amidst the clinking of glasses, I noticed her appearance. She was still quite attractive, especially when I bent down to pick up the fallen straw; her shapely legs and the glimpse of her white panties between her legs that I inadvertently caught…

Several times when she spoke to me, I couldn't concentrate because I was staring at her lips, hopelessly fantasizing about her using those sexy, thin lips to suck on my manhood… I

took a taxi to her doorstep.

I suddenly needed to urinate, so I asked if I could use her toilet, and she readily agreed.

After using the toilet, I naturally walked back to the living room and said goodbye.

At the living room doorway, as I put on my shoes and stood up, she suddenly hugged me from behind, thanking me.

I couldn't resist any longer, turning to kiss her lips, our lips gently meeting.

I deftly explored her mouth with my tongue, perhaps a little tipsy.

As she turned to close the door, her nimble hand unzipped my pants, bending down to release my already aroused erection.

She was as wild as I'd imagined; all my sexual fantasies from the bar had come true.

And so, at the doorway, our lips teased each other, igniting a fire of passion. I stood there, looking down at her thin lips and her curved fingers moving back and forth.

Her rosy tongue traced the intensity of her body's thirst on my little prisoner's body. The aphrodisiac effect of alcohol, combined with the visual stimulation, turned a large part of my body dark red, gleaming slightly under the light.

She slowly stood up, a trace of slippery liquid still lingering at the corner of her mouth, and led me into the bedroom, her hand entwined around mine. As we walked, she undressed me.

Suddenly, she pushed me onto the bed, lifted her short skirt, and sat on top of me, pulling aside a corner of her underwear...

And from her unrestrained, wild cries, we thus revealed the direct, thirsty, and unpretentious nature of our sexual intercourse.

Based on my sexual fantasies of the past two years, I changed positions to satisfy her desires. Having just finished two years as a child soldier, all the lust within me melted into a torrent of hot magma.

I released myself from behind her, smearing it all over her skirt, which was still upturned. Her body gradually went limp with each moan…

The next morning, I woke up from a daze to find her sleeping peacefully beside me. She was probably too tired; she hadn't changed her clothes yet.

Curious, I instinctively moved closer to her chest, pulled her clothes off, and flipped up her bra. I saw that her small breasts were remarkably well-maintained. Even

after giving birth, she still had pink nipples, which were already erect without my teasing.

My hands and mouth were already at her command, imagining myself suckling at her breast like an infant.

Awakened by my presence, she opened her eyes and smiled.

She rolled over and lay on my stomach, pulled back the covers, and with her practiced skill, seized my lustful soul, playing a gentle reveille for me.

Her hair bobbed up and down in front of my eyes, and with her skillful fingers and lips working in harmony, I surrendered once more to her mouth, and she swallowed me whole…

Every night, as darkness fell, my heart would involuntarily fly to her bed, hiding from family and friends, sneaking into her bedroom every night. I would finally release the torment of two years of abstinence, and also bring sweet rain to her parched body.

A closer look at our bedroom reveals a wild and desperate space.

Because of this affair, which was similar to adultery and socially taboo, we were able to fully release our pent-up emotions during sex.

In other words, it was a form of stimulation for our lives and desires.

Although we both knew that this kind of relationship would be extremely difficult to accept in today's society (although there are exceptions), the price to pay was unpredictable and undoubtedly high. We just took it one day at a time.

We talked about breaking up several times, but the torment of our desires always failed.

I have to admit that her excellent sexual skills made me incredibly excited and comfortable during sex.

Her youthful body made me think of her involuntarily, and she couldn't resist my advances each time.

I was once infatuated with her, and it wasn't that I didn't want to marry her. However, the pressure from society and public opinion meant that every time I made a promise to her, she completely denied it, and the relationship ended without a trace, leaving only some memories.

I considered whether I should stand up against all external pressures, family criticism, and misunderstandings for her sake, as well as her situation and how to face her children in the future. After considering all these factors, we finally compromised and gave up, succumbing to the pressure from all sides.

Undeniably, under her guidance and leadership, I learned very quickly. My outlook on life, values, attitude towards work, and even sexual techniques all changed under her tutelage.

As for whether the changes are good or bad, it's too early to judge. But having her in my life has indeed brought many changes and turning points to my journey.

On this Valentine's Day, besides wishing all couples a Happy Valentine's Day, I also want to thank her for painting a beautiful rainbow in a part of my life.

************Follow-up Discussion************

The main reason I wrote this is not to deliberately emphasize sexual behavior.

Besides avoiding being too mundane, I simply want to use the description of the process of sex to let everyone know the naked other side of human nature when two people are immersed in sex.

The etiquette we are taught in our daily lives is actually left behind in that moment...

And because some people have been talking about older wives and younger husbands, older husbands and younger wives, etc.,

I personally want to use this personal experience to discuss this topic positively with everyone.

I believe many people have had similar experiences...

tutoring was actually one of my important jobs during my university years. It provided me with a lot of financial support, but I never imagined it would leave me with emotional debts.

The female protagonist is a divorced single mother with a huge fortune, allowing her to easily raise a child on her own.

When I was a junior in college, in order to earn more money, I met this mother and son through a tutoring agency.

I tutored the child for two years before finally having to serve in the military as required by the constitution.

During my military service, because I was stationed on an outlying island, I wrote letters more often than I met in person.

She was very kind to me and we kept in touch through letters. When I came home on leave, we would go out for a meal, but there was nothing particularly arousing between us.

The story takes place after I was discharged from the military...

She sent her son abroad to study, leaving herself alone in Taiwan to take care of her parents. Living a leisurely life alone, she naturally became the subject of my casual conversations, since I had just been discharged and had nothing to do.

One midsummer night, I don't remember why I called her; I just wanted to meet her for drinks and a chat.

We sat in a bar on Twin Street, drinking glass after glass of soda. Our desires flowed into our bellies.

Realizing we were both a little tipsy, amidst the clinking of glasses, I noticed her face. She still had some beauty, especially when I bent down to pick up the fallen straw; her shapely legs, and the glimpse of white panties between her legs that I inadvertently caught…

Several times when she spoke to me, I couldn't concentrate because I was staring at her lips, hopelessly fantasizing about her using those sexy, thin lips to hold my manhood…

I took a taxi to her doorstep.

I suddenly needed to urinate, so I asked her if I could use her bathroom. She readily agreed and let me in.

After using the bathroom, I naturally walked back to the living room and said goodbye.

At the living room door, as I put on my shoes and stood up, she suddenly hugged me from behind, thanking me.

I couldn't resist any longer and turned to kiss her lips, my lips gently enveloping hers.

I lightly explored her mouth with my tongue, perhaps because I was a little tipsy.

As she turned to close the door, her nimble hand had already unzipped my pants, and she bent down, releasing my already aroused little prisoner.

She was indeed as wild as I had imagined; all my sexual fantasies from the bar had come true.

Right there at the doorway, our lips teased each other, igniting a fire of passion. I stood there, looking down at her thin lips and her curved fingers moving back and forth. Her

rosy tongue traced the intensity of her body's thirst on my little prisoner's body. The aphrodisiac effect of the alcohol, combined with the visual stimulation, made a large part of my body turn dark red, gleaming slightly under the light.

She slowly stood up, a trace of wet liquid still lingering at the corner of her mouth, and led me into the bedroom, undressing me as we walked.

Suddenly, she pushed me onto the bed, lifted her short skirt, and sat on me, pulling aside a corner of her underwear…

And from her unrestrained moans, we revealed our direct, thirsty, and unpretentious sex without any foreplay.

Based on my sexual fantasies of the past two years, I changed positions to satisfy her desire. Having just finished two years of being a virgin, all the lust in my body at that moment turned into a surge of hot magma.

I released my pent-up desire from behind, smearing it all over her skirt, which was still up and flared out. Her body gradually went limp with each cry…

The next morning, I awoke from a daze to find her sleeping peacefully beside me. She was probably exhausted; she hadn't changed her clothes.

Curious, I instinctively moved closer to her chest, pulling her clothes off and flipping up her bra. Her small breasts were remarkably well-preserved. Even after

giving birth, she still had pink nipples, which were already erect before I could even tease them.

My hands and mouth were already at her command, imagining myself suckling at her breast like a baby.

She woke up, opened her eyes, and smiled.

She rolled over and straddled my stomach, pulled back the covers, and with her practiced skill, seized my sensual soul, playing a melodious reveille for me.

Her hair bobbed up and down in front of my eyes, and with her deft fingers and lips working in harmony, I surrendered once more to her mouth, which she swallowed whole…

Every night, as darkness fell, my heart would involuntarily fly to her bed, hiding from family and friends, sneaking into her bedroom every night. I liberated myself from two years of abstinence, and brought much-needed relief to her parched body.

A closer look at our intimate moments reveals a wild and desperate one.

Because this affair, akin to adultery and social taboo, was ultimately released during sex.

In other words, it was a form of surreptitious stimulation of life and desire.

Although we both knew that this kind of relationship would be extremely difficult to accept in today's society (though there are exceptions), the price to pay was unpredictable and undoubtedly high. We just lived one day at a time.

Several times we discussed breaking up, but the torment of our passion always failed.

I must admit that her excellent sexual skills made me incredibly excited and comfortable during sex.

Her youthful body made me think of her involuntarily, and she couldn't resist my advances each time.

I, who was once infatuated with her, didn't not want to marry her, but the pressure from society and public opinion meant that every time I made a promise to her, she completely denied it, and it all ended without a trace, leaving only some memories in my life.

After considering whether I should stand up against all external pressures, criticism from family, and misunderstandings for her sake, along with her situation and how to face her child in the future, we finally compromised and gave up.

Undeniably, under her guidance and leadership, I learned very quickly. My outlook on life, values, attitude towards work, and even sexual techniques have all changed under her tutelage.

Whether these changes are good or bad is too early to judge. But having her in my life has indeed brought many changes and turning points to my journey.

On this Valentine's Day, besides wishing all couples a Happy Valentine's Day, I also thank her for painting a beautiful rainbow in a part of my life's journey.

************Follow-up Discussion************

The main reason I wrote this is not to deliberately emphasize sexual behavior.

Besides avoiding being too mundane and boring, I simply want to use the description of the process of sex to let everyone know the naked other side of human nature when two people are immersed in sex.

The moral codes we are taught in our daily lives are actually thrown to the back of our minds in that moment...

And because some people have been discussing topics like older wives and younger husbands,

I personally want to use this personal experience to discuss this topic positively with everyone.

I believe many people have had similar experiences…

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