Once you've slept together, the friendship is gone.

I met a woman online by chance, a woman in her thirties. I had no intention of sleeping with her; we were just online friends who could talk about anything. We met once before, but she was in a bad mood, probably experiencing the seven-year itch with her husband. She asked me to meet her somewhere, and afterwards she asked me to write a review. I posted it here, but the moderator closed it. Yesterday, I wrote a post about real events, and it was closed too, probably for violating the forum rules. However, I've noticed that fewer and fewer people are posting here lately. I used to get around three thousand replies a day, but now it's only around three hundred. There must be a reason for this. Anyway, I've always been a loyal supporter of Secret Stories and I enjoy exchanging ideas with everyone here. Anyway! A week ago, she asked me to meet her near her workplace. I said the sun was too strong now, so why don't we get a room to chat? She didn't object. We didn't talk as much in person as we did online. We didn't know what to say. In this small room with only a bed and a TV, she sat on the edge of the bed, probably thinking about what should happen when we're in a hotel room. Everyone felt awkward. Since we were there, we shouldn't miss the opportunity. I think she probably had the same idea, but I'm a man, I should take the initiative. Just sitting there is really pointless. However, she's not the type I want to sleep with. I have several girls I could sleep with, why would I sleep with her? I still don't know why. I just feel a thrill from sleeping with someone else's wife. Seeing her awkward expression on her first time having an affair was quite special. I held her and she resisted a few times before stopping. She covered her face and body with the blanket, not letting me see her, leaving her buttocks exposed for me to penetrate. Her dry vagina was easy to penetrate, feeling loose and unsatisfying. I thrust for three to five minutes and then ejaculated. She kept muttering to herself, "Why did this happen? Why did I do this? I feel sorry for my husband. I never thought I would become like this. The internet really kills people." She even cried two tears. Tears welled up, and I didn't know how to comfort her. Maybe she was just curious, and maybe I was too. Curiosity killed the cat. She got the thrill of having an affair, and I got the craving for someone else's wife. Neither of us got the passion. The responsibility was mine, because I saw she had no sexual desire, and afterwards, it felt meaningless. She wanted me to hug her for a long time, which made me feel uncomfortable. Later, she said something that made me understand why she wanted to hug her for so long. Actually, what she lacked was a hug, not sex. I felt the same way. She said, "This is our second and last meeting," and that was all we could do. It's better this way. I hope everyone can be honest friends. Not all online friends who talk about sex and love want to have a relationship with you. A true friend with whom you can have a deep connection is rare. Once you sleep together, that kind of relationship is gone. It's a bit of a regret to have lost an online friend with whom I could talk about men, women, and life.

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