Another high-quality, wholesome short story by author Black Knight.

I met her almost a year ago. Those who have read my previous writings know I'm a very impatient person, never one to procrastinate. How could this take a year? As the saying goes, slow and steady wins the race. Only high quality warrants such investment.
Frankly, the timing wasn't right; I didn't even go to that place.
She was from Meishan. At that time, my health wasn't good. It was during the last article I posted about connecting with two online friends in three days that I got a urethritis from the second friend's problem. Going to the hospital, I was worried it was prostatitis. Getting this kind of disease is incredibly painful, both physically and mentally. It's a huge mental torment. There's a feeling of despair. Imagine, so young, getting this disease, and not being able to get a cure. What to do? For a man, it's all about career and women. If you ca
n't handle women, what's the point of a career? You can't imagine the suffering of someone who isn't sick. I also found a friend online, perhaps for sex, perhaps for emotional reasons. When we video chatted, she was very beautiful. Later, I asked her what she did, and she said she was a doctor. I hadn't intended to have any lewd thoughts, but I talked about my current situation then. I'd spent over two thousand yuan on this illness; the money was secondary, the main problem was the lack of improvement. That's why I was so desperate. She was very kind and comforted me, for which I was very grateful. It was more of a conversation between a patient and a doctor.
Later, my urination was normal, but it was still itchy. One time I scratched it badly, and the next day it swelled up terribly. I went to the hospital and got some medicine. I applied it the next day, and probably because it was so itchy at night, I scratched it again. When I woke up the next day, the swelling was even bigger, much bigger than a foreigner's. Maybe that's karma for messing around with other women. I went to the dermatology department. I needed to be hospitalized, but one doctor initially wouldn't let me, worried it was an STD. Apparently, STDs don't allow hospitalization. He had me undergo a series of tests, and the results were all normal,
so I was admitted. It turned out to be angioedema. I had IV drips every day, and the nurses applied medicine every day. These days, nurses really do everything. I was discharged a week later. Because I had a regular sleep schedule during my hospital stay, I looked exceptionally healthy when I came out. People said I looked several years younger, with a rosy complexion. It seems I had been overindulging in too much fun. This hospitalization even cured all my previous ailments. A few months ago, I had sex with that online friend from Suining again and got balanitis again. This time, I realized that she was the source of both my previous and current ailments. However, balanitis is easily treated; Daktarin usually suffices. Good
health is the most important thing. I didn't talk carelessly about that online friend from Meishan because I wasn't feeling well at the time, and I wouldn't want to harm her. Now that I'm healthy, I can take things further. Because I have feelings for her, unlike with other women—she's good-looking and comes
from a wealthy family. I only date women from wealthy families, not because I'm materialistic, but for my own safety. At least this way, I won't encounter prostitutes, part-time workers, or scams.
At first, things went well, and we gradually got to know each other better, exchanging phone numbers. We both expressed a willingness to meet. Later, I had several business trips to that city, but when I called, she wasn't there. Just a couple of weeks ago, I went to Emei for a business trip. It was supposed to be a day trip, but I was thinking about other things and deliberately didn't come back that day. That night, I was still driving back when I called another online friend in Chengdu, a very beautiful woman
, but I couldn't get through. Then I called this friend, and she said she couldn't come that night. Sigh. It seemed my carefully planned scheme was going to fall through again. I felt incredibly frustrated. I then called another old flame, someone I hadn't seen for almost a year. Perhaps our feelings had faded, and she wouldn't come either. It was truly disheartening. There was nothing I could do but go home and surprise my wife. So, I was driving slowly when suddenly my phone rang. It was the beautiful woman from Chengdu. She probably hadn't heard my call earlier. A surge of secret pleasure welled up inside me; tonight's settled.
As soon as I answered the phone, she asked who I was, and I replied that I was so-and-so. She seemed not to understand. Just then, we arrived at a tollbooth. I told her to wait a moment, paid the toll, and passed through. I called back, but she still didn't understand. Then she handed the phone to a man next to her, who said he was her husband. I knew it couldn't be him, because she said he was out of town, but she was afraid he might come back. We ended the call after a bunch of rambling.
Once the demons in your heart are activated, it's hard to put them back in their sealed bottle. With desire in your heart, you always want to do something. I drove along, looking for a massage parlor or something to satisfy my craving. I didn't find one, but the urge was still strong. So I called my online friend in Meishan again, saying I was going to Meishan tonight and hoped to see her. She had something urgent to attend to and couldn't leave, so I suggested I stay in Meishan and meet her the next day. She agreed. I drove towards Meishan.
Once I arrived, I checked the hotel location and searched for the massage parlor. As I approached, I saw a street lined with massage parlors, so I drove in, parked, and went into one. The masseuse was a young woman in her thirties, with large breasts, strong hands, and firm flesh. It was a legitimate massage. As the massage progressed, my hands started to wander, touching her hands and thighs, but I was immediately pushed away. It was indeed legitimate; I could only occasionally touch her thighs. Trying to go deeper was impossible. After the massage, I felt much better and
more relaxed, but my lower body still felt uncomfortable, and I felt a little unsatisfied. I added another hour. This time, she was more open, and she touched my thighs for a little longer. Next, she even let me hug her. I felt things were going well, and time flew by, but nothing progressed. I only touched her breasts and looked at her pubic hair; nothing else happened. Time was up again, so I added another hour.
This hour wasn't much different from the beginning, except I could kiss her breasts. I said I wanted to have sex with her, but she refused. I kissed my way down her body, and when I said I wanted to kiss her genitals, she made me take off my pants, down to my thighs. It was still difficult to really kiss her; she wasn't some top-tier beauty, nor a schoolgirl. After a few attempts at teasing, I still couldn't
get aroused. Later, she put her pants back on, pouting, and said I was bullying her. I was done. Damn, a woman in her thirties, still pouting like a little girl—it was really distasteful! Later, she absolutely refused to come inside, so I had no choice but to leave. It was already past midnight, and several other establishments were closed. It seemed the crackdown was really effective. Based on experience, this should be the red-light district. I sat on a chair outside and talked to her, trying to persuade her to have sex with me, but she still refused. She again tried to get rid of me, saying she was closing up, and asked where I lived. I said I lived here. Of course, she didn't want to. Finally, after much persuasion and teasing, she closed the door... I went into her room .
There were several massage rooms; the one with the lock on the outside was hers. Inside was a dolphin-shaped massager, the kind you can buy in supermarkets. She lay down and used the massager on her lower body, seemingly enjoying it, saying the massager was better than a man. At that moment, I stripped naked and inserted myself.
We just kept going like that. It didn't last long; I ejaculated. She said, "It's not as comfortable as the massager." Ugh... Everyone has their own preferences. But I admit one thing: I don't have long sex with prostitutes, or people like them. The fastest I've ever had with a prostitute is in a few minutes. With my wife, sometimes it lasts 100 minutes; the mood is very important. I gave her 150, she wanted 200, I said 150. Thinking about it, if I didn't do it, I ended up doing it not for enjoyment, but as a transaction. I found a hotel and checked in. I tried calling the online friend again, but the phone was off.
The next day, around 8 am, my wife called to ask where I was and how long it would take to get home. Damn! She's really strict! I had just woken up
when I wrote this. My wife asked me to go upstairs to rest at midnight, so I had to save this and continue writing. When I opened it today, I realized I'd been rambling on for ages. My wife woke me up, and seeing it was still early, I went back to sleep. When I woke up again, it was 9:30. I called her to ask if she could come out and when. She said she'd just finished and was going to wash her hair, and would call me when she was done. I told her to go ahead and wash it and come over quickly. It was almost 10:30 when I couldn't wait any longer, so I called again. It turned out she'd just finished washing her hair and hadn't dried it yet, and again said she'd call me when she was done.
Damn! It takes forever to wash my hair. So I left the TV on and waited, but I couldn't concentrate on watching it at all. It was probably past 11 o'clock. She called and asked where I was. I saw the hotel business card on the table; I'd taken one before checking in. Haha, I never thought I, such a careless person, could be so thoughtful. I told her the address. A little while later, she asked for the address again, and I told her again, asking if she wanted me to pick her up. She said she was on the bus and asked for directions. She got on the bus and said she'd be there in a few minutes. A few minutes later, she called again,
asking where I was in the central square. I said I'd go down to find her. I went down, looked left and right but didn't see her. I called again, and she said she'd be there soon. And sure enough, while we were talking on the phone, a car came by. She came by tricycle, so she seems quite thrifty. I paid the fare, and she asked where I lived, so I took her upstairs. She was quite considerate. If it were any other woman, we'd have to find somewhere else to sit for ages before getting down to business. Once we got to the room, we didn't know what to say. I don't even remember what we said at the beginning. We just sat on the sofa, and of course, we didn't just sit there awkwardly. We started chatting. Oh, and I forgot to mention, when she got off the tricycle, she was really pretty. She was petite and delicate, very beautiful, fair-skinned, and
had a great presence. She looked a bit like Annie Yi, though not as pretty, but she still resembled her somewhat. Some people might suspect I'm just fantasizing, but those who know me know that I always write based on reality. If I don't have genuine feelings, I don't have to write at all; I'm not after anything anyway. We chatted on the sofa for less than ten minutes, and I started to feel anxious. It wasn't like we were staying overnight; I needed to get home quickly. Continuing to chat like this wasn't going to work, and we weren't making any progress. Finally, I took her hand. She tried to pull away a little, but not very strongly. Then
I put my arm around her shoulder. She didn't resist much, just shrugged and said, "Isn't it too fast for us to meet like this? I think we should get to know each other better later," and so on. That was the gist of it. I explained things to her, and she let me hug her, but she wasn't very compliant. She would still pull away when I tried to kiss her and wouldn't look me in the eye. I had no choice but to take the initiative,
kissing wherever I could, not in a savage way. After a while, she got a little thirsty, so I got her a bottle of water. She stood up, seemingly quite well-mannered, unlike other women who act like they own the place when they enter. We looked at each other after she stood up, and I hugged her again. She hugged me back, but kissing her was still difficult. I carried her, backing away towards the bed, hoping to take things further, since that's where things could really progress. She backed away, though; she was very light. I picked her up and carried her to the bed. She was on top,
her hands on the bed, refusing to come down. I tried to pull her down, but failed. She got off the bed and sat on the sofa. I told her that sitting on the sofa for too long was tiring. Then, I carried her back to the bed. This time she didn't resist; it seems communication is still necessary. After hugging for a while, she let me touch her breasts. At first, she wouldn't let me put my hand inside,
but eventually she did. Since we were both wearing shoes, with part of our feet still outside, I knew that wearing boots would definitely cause trouble. If I got really impulsive, taking off her pants would be fine, but taking off her shoes would probably calm her down. Anyone with experience in this area should understand. Don't even think about taking off her pants until her shoes are off. After hugging for a while, I said my feet were getting numb from being outside, so I suggested taking off her shoes. She probably wasn't comfortable with her feet outside, so she let me take them off. We were lying on the bed,
and I was still kissing and touching her. Slowly, I unbuttoned her clothes, then slowly took off one layer, then another. I wanted to take off her pants too, but she absolutely refused. She was shy and covered herself with the blanket. I used all my teasing techniques, and she started to react, but she was still very rational. Taking off her pants was difficult; after several attempts, I still couldn't get them off. It seemed like this was the only way. Deep down, she still didn't want to give up. If she insisted, I wouldn't force her. So, I started touching her from top to bottom, slowly finding her underwear,
then slowly unbuttoning it, pulling down the zipper, and finally taking off her outer pants. Her underwear still wouldn't let me, but in the end, everything else was taken off. Her defenses, though weak, held up, and my confidence increased. However, I still had worries. I remembered a classmate who stripped naked and wouldn't let me have sex with her; I still have that memory. But I was very different a few years ago; my sexual experience has improved considerably since then. I took off my pants, leaving only my underwear. I pinned her down and slowly rubbed against her. Later, I kissed her,
and when I finally saw her pubic hair, she pulled it up again. After several repetitions, I finally managed to pull it down. She was probably a little dazed. I slowly took off my underwear and penetrated her. I finally conquered her. Once inside, things became easier. She didn't resist and started to respond to me. The feeling was amazing, so comfortable, much better than with other women. It seems there's a difference between beautiful women. After several intense encounters, I ejaculated, not much, since I had already ejaculated the night before. We hugged and talked on the bed, talking about being friends for a long time. Then, seeing that it was getting late,
I drove her home. She had to go out, so I went to FamilyMart. She was as beautiful as in the video, and I didn't feel awkward. Later, I took my things downstairs. I've been trying to contact her on QQ these past few days, but haven't been able to reach her. I miss her a lot. I've really fallen for her. I'm really looking forward to our next time together.

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