My three-day passion with a beautiful online friend

After my divorce, I became addicted to the internet. Every night, if I had nothing else to do, I would spend it online. In local chat rooms, I was shameless, carefree, and talked nonsense. Whether it was loneliness, emptiness, boredom, or venting, I couldn't even say for sure.

One night, I met a woman with the screen name "Feng Liu" (Wind Willow). I thought, isn't that a homophone for "romantic"? Damn, she's probably another lonely, resentful woman. But after observing her for a while, I noticed that quite a few men, just as bored as me, had tried to talk to her, directly or indirectly. But she ignored them all,

as if she were just a passerby, a stranger. Very aloof. I couldn't help but become interested. Hehe, I love challenging myself, I love tackling tough challenges. As the ancients said, "Waiting long enough for the sun to shine," there must be some truth to that. With a bit of wishful thinking, I whispered to her: "The wind returns to the small courtyard, the garden is green, the willow buds continue the spring." This is an ancient Chinese poem, "Yu Meiren," with two lines containing an acrostic; the first two characters contain her online name. Sure enough, she replied: "Do you understand women well?" I said, "I don't understand women very well, but I know women are meant to be loved." She said, "You're different from them. It's nice to meet you. Let's chat." Damn! That's how it happened.

We became friends, talking about life, marriage, family, music—but not what I wanted to talk about. Actually, I didn't care at first; after all, sex isn't everything. More than a year passed. Through our acquaintance, I learned she worked at her local government center and was a graduate of an art academy. She had a newborn baby and a husband who drank heavily every day. Of course, she also knew everything about me—my musical talent, and how my original songs deeply moved her. But frustratingly, she practically memorized my face, yet I didn't know what she looked like. She just kept repeating one sentence: "One day we'll meet. When you see me, you won't be disappointed, absolutely not." "Is this called 'playing hard to get'?

In 2006, I was doing business away from home. One day, I had just finished negotiating a contract when I suddenly received a call from an unknown number. After a long pause, a faint voice came through the phone: 'It's me. I'm in CD now. I'm here to study, for about a week.' I only said one sentence: 'Wait for me. I'll be there as fast as I can.' After hanging up, I bought a train ticket for the next morning as quickly as possible, but I couldn't sleep that night. The next day on the train, she called me many times, asking where I was and why I hadn't arrived yet. Her voice was very weak. I asked her what was wrong, if she wasn't feeling well. She said, 'I drank too much with friends at a bar last night. I've been sleeping all day and haven't eaten. I'm waiting for you.'" "After hearing that, I felt a pang of heartache. Amidst my sighs of sympathy for the train driver and his entire female family, we finally arrived at our destination. I checked the time—damn! It was already 10:30 PM. I hailed a taxi to her hotel at lightning speed. On the way, I called her, and she said, 'Come on over. Call me when you get downstairs, and we'll go out for dinner together.'"

Fifteen minutes later, I saw her. She wasn't tall, about 1.6 meters, a typical Sichuan woman—petite and delicate, with fair skin and beautiful curly hair highlighted with a light blonde. She had exquisite features and meticulous makeup. A green dress clung to her curvaceous figure, the deep V-neck revealing a deep cleavage that made me dizzy. She wore green high heels, and her garlic-clove-like toes were painted with pink nail polish. A gold watch adorned her jade-like wrists. A pink Chanel bag slung across her right hand. Overall, she exuded sexiness, style, and femininity. It was clear she had dressed up carefully. I composed myself, walked over, and smiled, saying, "Finally, I see you in person." "You're so annoying," she laughed, playfully hitting me. "I'm so hungry, so hungry! Let's go eat." "

City snacks are famous throughout the country, and since it's summer, many people say that nightlife only begins around 10 pm. We easily found a 'cold snack cup' and ordered a stir-fried lobster, a spicy rabbit head, a stir-fried snail, and a spicy duck intestine. Then I ordered a beer, and she laughed and said to me, 'What are you trying to do? Try to get me drunk? I'm not falling for that.'" The food arrived quickly, the wine was excellent, the dishes were exquisite, and with a beautiful woman by my side, what more words were needed? We'd known each other for so long, we'd said everything we needed to say; silence spoke louder than words. Let's feast… the whole meal!!!

We helped each other back to the hotel. In the elevator, our eyes met, both of us reading the desire in each other's eyes. We stumbled into the room and kissed, kissed passionately. Her face was flushed with desire, her body burning like fire. I was like a madman, kissing her lips, her neck, and down her body. With her help, her skirt fluttered onto the soft, thick carpet. Underneath was a thin pink bra, revealing her already erect nipples, and lace thong. "Baby, I can't take it anymore," I murmured. "Go take a shower first, you're all sweaty. Tonight, I'm yours." "She said softly.

I quickly showered in five minutes, and when I returned to the guest room, the air conditioning was already set to the most comfortable temperature. She was half-leaning against the headboard, covered with a thin blanket, the soft light illuminating her flushed face, her eyes looking at me like water. I walked over naked, pulled back the blanket, and...damn...completely naked. I couldn't hold back any longer, and directly pressed my hand against her full breasts, licking her neck and ears with my tongue. Ah...gently...gently. No...no." She let out a dreamlike moan. When my tongue reached her... When I touched her private parts, I felt her trembling. I parted her fine hairs, licking and biting her already erect clitoris. No… ah… gently… don’t use your teeth… it hurts… ah… so good… ah… harder, harder, a little deeper… yes… like that… ah… I can’t take it… I really can’t take it… I’m going to come… ah… ah… ah…!!! With her heart-wrenching screams, her pubic bone relaxed, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, covering my face, hands, and body with her fluid and her scent. [!empirenews.][page]

She was breathing heavily, her eyes glazed, and crawled over to me, licking my body like a puppy, her juices flowing. "Down, baby...yes...suck it." Her small mouth filled my 18cm penis completely. Her soft tongue swept across my glans, urethral opening, and coronal sulcus. Occasionally, she would glance at me with a lewd look. Damn, who says moaning is a woman's prerogative? I'm so into it I'm beyond thinking. Tighter...baby...hold me tighter...wife...be more seductive..." I cried out, grabbing her breasts and shaping them in my hands. Half an hour passed, and I felt the urge to ejaculate. I yelled, "Wife, I'm going to cum, hurry...hurry..." But she showed no intention of pulling out, holding my glans tightly in her mouth, stroking the base of my penis with her hand. I pressed her head down hard with my hand, thrusting into her with all my might. Ah...I cum...Heh...Oh...Oh...!!! Thick semen gushed into her mouth in spurts. My swollen penis trembled twenty or thirty times before stopping. The semen that couldn't be contained dripped down the corners of her mouth. She swallowed it in front of me, and playfully smeared the remaining semen on my stomach with her hand.

I lovingly pulled her close, my heart filled with emotion, and said to her, "Baby, why are you so good to me?" She told me, "Because the man in my heart is just like you." "Ah! What young girl doesn't yearn for love? A married woman is even more passionate!

I lit a cigarette, and she leaned gently against me, stroking my nipple as she said, 'Actually, I'm so touched today. You came all this way just to see me, which proves you care about me. And you don't even know what I look like, yet you trust me so much. I know you're very busy. I didn't mean to keep you from seeing me regularly; I just wanted to find a man who truly treats me well.' I asked her, 'So how do you usually spend your days?' She told me, 'What else can I do? I spend the first half of the night in mourning, and the second half in mourning!' I couldn't help but laugh when I heard that." She said, "Don't laugh at me, it's really true. I don't know what's wrong with him. A beautiful woman like me, and he's not even interested. All he does is drink outside. I usually dress sexy, even his friends are attracted to me, but he doesn't seem to care. There are plenty of men who want to sleep with me." I asked her, "Does he have another woman?" She said, "Pshaw, him? He can't even satisfy me, and he's looking for other women." (The argument lasted only a minute.)

I had just taken a drag of my cigarette when I heard her say that, and I burst out laughing, choking on the smoke. She quickly patted my chest and patted my back to help me catch my breath. I pulled her close, looked into her eyes, and said, "Baby, how do you usually deal with your needs?" She actually blushed and lowered her head: "Ugh, always asking these kinds of questions. Okay, okay, I'll tell you, otherwise you won't be happy. Actually, I may seem very open-minded, but deep down I'm very traditional. I was still a virgin when I married him; he was my first man. I've never had any affairs behind his back. If I really need to, I just... I just take care of it myself with my hand." After saying that, she blushed again and lowered her head. I cursed inwardly: Damn, all the good women have been taken advantage of. No, no! It should be that all the good women have been taken advantage of. I looked at her, made a lewd face, and said, "So, you're at least a deputy section chief now, huh?" She understood, and screamed, "Are you trying to kill me?!" She lunged at me frantically, biting my lips and neck. I grabbed her, and my penis immediately reacted. She exclaimed in surprise, "So fast!" "Isn't it good that it's fast?" I said, touching her clitoris and vagina with my hand. It was still very wet and slippery inside.

She let out a long moan… Ah… Oh… Husband, come in, hurry up and put it in, I want it… I looked at her with a smug look, "Beg me!" "Please, please, husband… give it to me… give it to me quickly… don't torture me anymore, it's so itchy inside…" I didn't hesitate any longer, mounted her, and thrust in straight in. To be honest, her vagina was still very tight, even though she had given birth, it was a C-section. Since we rarely have sex, penetration wasn't easy, but because we'd both already had an orgasm, there was plenty of fluid inside, so it wasn't too difficult... Ah... It's in... Ah... Husband, you're finally inside me!" she said, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes, her voice filled with ecstasy. At that moment, I had no time for tenderness. I started fucking her wildly. Tight... really tight. I felt my glans scraping against the walls of her vagina, the tender flesh inside her vagina like a little mouth, tightening and loosening around my cock. Ah... Husband... harder... harder... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me... Listening to her confused and wanton moans, I became even more excited, fighting harder and harder... Nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, nine deep thrusts followed by one shallow thrust, I used all my strength. She was so crazy, she was screaming herself hoarse. Fluid flowed down her thighs, our pubic hair became a tangled mess, and the sheets were soaked. Her screams, my moans, our lewd whispers, and the sounds of our bodies colliding created a beautiful melody. Suddenly, I noticed she stopped making a sound, her eyes rolled back, and her mouth was wide open in an exaggerated way. I knew she was close to climaxing, so I pushed her against the headboard and started thrusting wildly… Ah… Fuck me… Fuck me… Don’t stop… Husband… I’m going to heaven… I’m going to die… I felt spasms inside her, and her juices gushed out like a burst dam. My penis slipped out several times, but I didn’t stop. I thrust it in hard and continued fucking her until she couldn’t speak anymore… Ah… So good… Baby… Good husband… You’re so amazing…

At this moment, my eyes were red. With my thick, arm-like cock erect, I savagely flipped her over, making her kneel on the bed with her buttocks raised high. I stood on the floor and thrust in... I grabbed her breasts tightly and frantically pounded her anus like a pile driver... This position allowed for thorough penetration, leaving no gaps... Ah... Husband... You've reached my uterus... Gently... My pussy is almost ruined... Gently... No, no... Harder... Faster... Don't stop... Big cock... Oh... My big cock... Give it to me... Give it to me... She didn't even know what she was shouting anymore. I felt my cock tighten, my glans itchy, I knew I was about to cum... Baby... I'm going to cum, I'm going to come... Quick... Cum, cum inside my pussy, I want... I want... Ah... Ah... With our beastly howls, hot, thick semen gushed out, her vaginal muscles swirling around my cock. Hot water was poured over my glans, making me yell "So good...so comfortable...you're so horny...ah...slutty bitch..."

After a joint orgasm, I collapsed weakly onto her back. Five minutes later, she opened her dazed eyes, lowered her head, and used her sexy little mouth to envelop my penis, licking the remaining semen and her own vaginal fluid...Damn, so good! She looked up at me, ran her tongue around her mouth, and rolled the remaining residue into her mouth. She said, "Darling, you're amazing. I don't know now how happy it is to be a woman." I leaned against the headboard with pride and looked at her, saying, "It's alright, I didn't rest well today, otherwise, you'd be in for it." Hehe, just bragging a little, after all, satisfying a woman is the most gratifying thing for a man. She looked at me with a surprised look, revealing a kind of expectation, a kind of helplessness, and a kind of satisfaction... I lifted her chin with my index finger and said, "What are you standing there for? Come on, girl, give me a smile." She let out a soft moan and nestled into my arms. Inhaling her sweet, fragrant breath, we drifted off to sleep…

For the next few days, because of the heat, we didn't go out. We ordered our meals from waiters. Aside from sleeping, we made love. The bed, the floor, the chairs, the table, the bathtub, even the toilet—all bore the marks of our lovemaking… I exhausted every technique I knew and even invented my own unique methods… We took countless photos and videos. Now, when I have free time, I often reminisce about those crazy three days… Looking at the photos, at those vivid scenes…

a beautiful and romantic date, a frozen memory.

I wish her eternal beauty, health, and a peaceful life!!!

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