That night, passion...

That night, passion…
? ? That night, passion in her “new home”… (making love in a young woman’s new home)
Recently, there have been many stories about “massage” and “female section chiefs,” fabricating a batch of events,
fantasizing about a batch of feelings, sharing strange articles, and flying around in all sorts of wonderful stories. It’s not bad for everyone to join in the fun. However, I never
fabricate stories or write erotic novels. The past events are vivid and I never fabricate anything.
The female protagonist of this post is also a friend of mine online. At that time, the 263 chat room was still
accessible and very lively, with all kinds of women. If you could only judge from their names, you could basically find them all.
But now it seems that the 263 chat room is gone
. I chatted very well with a woman named “Lazy Woman.” In the end, we exchanged phone numbers. Her surname was Chen, and I
saved her as “Chen Xiaolan.” It was late summer when we met through chatting. I was still out of town and hadn’t
returned to Beijing. Things in this world are unpredictable. My diligent search for a romantic encounter in Beijing was fruitless, but a casual
chat led to my dream coming true. We kept in touch via text message, and about a week later, I returned to
Beijing.
I lived in Bajiao.
One evening, without any premeditation, planning, or ulterior motive, I had just finished showering and was watching TV. Around 11
PM, a text message arrived asking what I was doing. I saw it was from Chen Xiaolan. I replied that I was back
to before the dawn of human civilization. She was puzzled and asked what I meant, "You're not wearing any clothes, are you?" "Haha, come to my
place!" Her message immediately excited me, and my mind started racing, instinctively assessing the authenticity
and safety of the encounter. After years of online experience, judging the safety of online acquaintances before meeting in person is second nature to me.
I asked her where she lived. If she was vague, saying something like, "Call me when you get here, I'll come out for a bit," she was
basically a scammer. If she could give me a specific address, preferably the house number, then it should be fine. Sure enough, she gave
me a fairly specific address. I hadn't used sex to elevate my soul in a while, and unable to resist
the pull of loneliness at night, I decided to go.
The place I was going to was Deshengmen North Street.
I'm single, and Bajiao is my rented apartment. However, in this 14-story building, not
many private stories have happened that my friends would be interested in, except for one. I'll tell you about it later. Being single is convenient;
I can go out anytime, and I can stay away from home anytime. However, the number of times I don't go home is very few; nightlife isn't
a major part of my life.
Just in case, I carried my self-defense scissors. I practiced unrestricted combat in Hangzhou,
specifically for street fights, and the best weapon for self-defense is scissors. They're not classified as controlled knives, so they're legal to carry
. I made a plastic sheath and carried it. A few petty thugs wouldn't be a problem. Fighting is similar to making love—whether you're good at sex (
or fighting ) doesn't depend on being thin or fat.
I hailed a black cab and sped away. I kept my text messages flowing, just to maintain
the atmosphere .
An unknown world unfolded before me. What kind of woman was Chen Xiaolan?
No traffic at night, a world of freedom. I quickly arrived at Deshengmen Bridge North. I got off the bus on the west side of the road.
Then I called, and Chen Xiaolan gave me directions to a residential area. I observed the surroundings and went upstairs
.
When I knocked on the door, I saw her. She saw me, and the atmosphere immediately relaxed. I had
basically ruled out safety concerns; my only fear was facing a face that looked like a dinosaur from another era. By extension, she must
have had the same worry! When our eyes met, we scanned each other, and both were relatively satisfied. Okay,
very okay!
Chen Xiaolan was a languid woman, at least in terms of her demeanor
. Her features were nice; while not exactly exquisite, the word "delicate" was appropriate. It's rare to find a slender figure with full breasts.
To be nitpicky, Chen Xiaolan was about 165cm tall, and her breasts weren't very full.
I went into her home. It was indeed a "new place," haha, because she had just moved in; it was a newly rented apartment.
This post title isn't misleading at all. A silent sofa, a gleaming computer, and a
messy yet alluring bed.
Small talk is always necessary; foreplay begins outside the realm of privacy.
Our conversation consisted of several parts: looking at her photos, discussing how she could tidy up the room
, and who should shower first.
While looking at her photos, I clicked my tongue in interest, though I'd already seen her
shapely figure beneath her yellow pajamas. What's so interesting about those photos? It's like going to a girl's room in school—nothing else to talk about,
so I just used photos as a prop. Suddenly, she suggested looking at the photos on the computer, and I happily agreed. Looking at
the computer chair, I planned to sit down first, then Chen Xiaolan would sit on my lap, and then... hehe, hehe, damn, that would be so
great! I almost laughed out loud. (I didn't know the word "hehe" before.)
As the ancients said: "The beacon fire of desire faces sorrowful sleep." Both of us were worried about not being able to sleep, and our desire was burning even brighter.
It was exactly as I had planned, the position was correct. It was completed at my joking suggestion, a very natural
transition. Her two buttocks rubbed against my legs, and my erect penis suddenly revealed its true form, piercing the sky!
There was no sky on me, only my pants and her pajamas were pierced, flesh so close together, the only
two layers of barrier. Many friends who talk about public transport harassment and counter-harassment, think about it, two strangers' bodies
just touching, compared to sex, it's just a thin layer of clothing, isn't it a feeling of being so close yet so far
? But I can't be impulsive, I can't rush, my emotions need to be regulated slowly, I can't rush in now, that
's reckless. Leaders always cough a few times before speaking, now is the "coughing time" before sex!
I hugged Chen Xiaolan, my eyes brushing past her small ears as I looked at the photos on the computer, some artistic,
some casual. Quite a few. Chen Xiaolan tilted her head slightly and grinned at me, saying, "Want to see my nude photos? Wow,
that 's great!" I quickly said I wanted to. Holding a woman I was about to have sex with and looking at her nude photos—
it was incredibly exciting. I couldn't think of a suitable word to describe it; it was like a lustful little bird preening its feathers in the dead of night,
preparing to sing. I couldn't help but excitedly rub and grab her breasts a few times. She twisted her body and said, "Don't move! Look so good! "
Last night, while watching TV, they talked about the 1983 version of [a TV series], interviewing some girls and asking them
which . The only pretty girl said she liked Yang Kang, "He's handsome, although his character isn't good, his personality..."
"There's an element of evil in him," but "I still like his type." Sigh, evil people, as long as they have the financial
means, can get women! And once their financial foundation reaches a certain level, women can forget about their looks.
This isn't referring to the Yang Kang type. I once read a post saying good men can't find virgins, and I completely agree.
Sigh, why bring this up? Oh, evil! At this moment, Chen Xiaolan and I are undoubtedly evil!
But this kind of evil is the "slut in bed" type, worthy of promotion and widespread adoption!
The nude photos were quickly pulled up…
These nude photos are really not good; they were selfies taken with a phone, and the resolution wasn't high back then, so they're a bit blurry.
I remember one was a white blob, I couldn't tell what part of her it was, neither her breasts nor her face, it turned out
to be her buttocks. Seriously, there are people who do this kind of thing, not bad, I like it. Blurry is fine, anyway, the
real, lively woman is right there on my lap. Every time I look at a photo, I have to apply some oil to one of her parts. Oh,
at this moment, "A general in the field may disobey the emperor's orders." My hand had already taken the liberty of slipping inside her pajamas, and my
gradually unfolding plan was beginning to crumble.
Though she was wearing underwear, my heart was already naked.
Soon, the nude photo viewing segment ended abruptly; the appetizer was finished. When I lifted Chen Xiaolan's
purple bra and bit her breast, her head tilted back, a moan escaping her throat. This
move was a bit difficult, but luckily we were both quite flexible. She sat on my lap, I held her back,
twisted body, stretched my neck, and like a whale drinking water… unrestrained!
My brain was completely shut down. I kept biting, biting, picked her up, and quickly got to the bed. The bed wasn't
ready ; the mattress was simply placed on the floor—very convenient, no fear of it rolling off during the heat of the moment. "
Have you showered?" she asked again. I said I showered at home, but she hadn't. She said no. "
Then hurry up and go!" I began to undress her. Completely naked. She went to take a shower! Showering before sex
is necessary; I prefer a clean and refreshed body. As for lust, I'm not a fledgling who ca
n't control myself; I can make it blaze or wilt as I please. So
I took off my clothes and got ready. I originally wanted to go in and play in the water together, but her bathroom
was rather small. If I went in, we wouldn't be able to play in the water, and it would be uncomfortable.
Chen Xiaolan finished showering quickly, coming out in less than 5 minutes. It was really fast; it seems that her burgeoning passion
had unleashed her showering potential.
A white, naked body stood before me…
As mentioned last time, I was wrapped in a towel, and in a flash, a white, naked female body appeared before my eyes,
with everything it should have, and even things it shouldn't have—in the middle of her breasts, at the Tanzhong acupoint, there was a rose tattoo!
It seems that in the 21st century, not only has French romance come to our side, but their… "Sculpture" art has arrived too
. I don't really like this! But I don't object either, as long as it's not my wife.
Looking up, Chen Xiaolan's seductive gaze was fixed on my forehead. Her breasts, like two white full moons, hung from
the ceiling, her legs were straight, and she looked very imposing. I felt insignificant, and being oppressed by her imposing presence made me want to resist. I
straightened up and reached for her thighs, moving upwards.
I stood up! I kicked the towel against the wall, and the two of us, naked, gave each other a polite
hug! The hug was fierce! Chen Xiaolan shuddered and cried out, "Ouch! Be gentle, you're strangling me!" My hands
skillfully caressed her smooth back, like the surface of a computer monitor, kneading her buttocks a few times
and gently patting them. To be honest, the first time I saw what writers often described as a "perky butt" was on a bus.
A girl wearing jeans, I don't know how she styled it, had a particularly perky butt, reminding me of a peacock's tail
. That was the first time I truly understood what a "perky butt" was. This word now has concrete physical evidence, and is not merely
a descriptive term. However, girls like that are truly rare, or perhaps I haven't seen many. Chen Xiaolan
wasn't one either; her bottom was small, easily held in the palm of my hand. ...
Later, I learned that was her new home; that night was unforgettable.

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