Even if you can't eat the grass you've already grazed, you should still eat it.

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One of my ex-girlfriends once asked me on QQ, "Isn't the biggest regret for a man to regret not sleeping with his ex-girlfriend?"

I replied, "At least I regret not sleeping with you."

The answer to this question is actually subjective, and not every ex-girlfriend is worth remembering. But thinking about it carefully, my ex-girlfriends were generally of decent quality, and it is indeed a pity that I didn't sleep with the few. Fortunately

, I still made up for my regrets with a few ex-girlfriends. I will record them one by one as a memento.

The first ex-girlfriend I want to talk about was my first love in high school. Let's call her Yaoyao.

Looking back more than ten years later, it is a little hard to understand why I liked her so much back then. In fact, I didn't like her personality very much, which I will talk about later. But the feelings of youth are incomprehensible and inexplicable, not to mention the addition of more than ten years of growth. Maybe I liked her personality more than ten years ago.

Yaoyao looked about five points like Demi Moore, and her temperament was that of "a girl with melancholy like a lilac".

She was a year younger than me, and we went to universities in different cities, so we broke up.

Before we broke up, I had actually undressed this girl, kissed and touched her, and done everything we were supposed to do. But at that time, I was just a naive college student, and I didn't have the idea of sleeping with a high school girl, so I missed my chance. It wasn't

until three or four years after we graduated that we reconnected by chance, and we ended up living in the same city.

Compared to high school, Yaoyao was still aloof, but she had grown up and was no longer a naive little girl. She had arched eyebrows and foxy eyes, and she was good at makeup. If you looked closely, there was a kind of seductive charm in her eyes, which was very different from her personality.

This time, I contacted her mainly with the intention of sleeping with her. Of course, I acted relatively reservedly and was quite attentive and considerate. She was single at the time, and she was heartbroken after breaking up with her last boyfriend, so it was easy for me to make my move.

The first time we slept together, she said, "Love me with your body," which almost made me lose my erection.

She still has that artsy, pretentious air about her. She seemed quite elegant as a high school girl, but after all these years, now a working professional, it's hard to say.

Actually, I've at least touched and seen every inch of Yao Yao's body. She's become much fuller now. Her breasts aren't too big, within the normal range, but her buttocks are very round. So I prefer to have her kneeling or prone, and do it from behind. My hands can then rest on her plump buttocks, and the jiggling of her flesh after each thrust is visually appealing.

Of course, Yao Yao isn't a virgin anymore. She said it happened during her senior year of college when she went to her boyfriend's house, and her ex-boyfriend half-coaxed, half-forced her to have sex

with him. I don't really care how she lost her virginity. I've slept with other men's wives and girlfriends, and I've lost my virginity too. I think the hymen is almost meaningless. When it comes to sex, I only care about a woman's attitude and technique.

I noticed she's much fuller than before, and at first I thought it was because her ex-boyfriend was so diligent with her that she's become so round and full.

However, in the first few times, it wasn't easy for me to penetrate Yao Yao's vagina. She always felt uncomfortable and in pain, and her movements and voices were stiff and awkward.

After several times, we talked slowly in bed after we finished, and I learned that she had little sexual desire. Since losing her virginity, she had been with her ex-boyfriend for about three years, and they had only had sex about ten times in total. One time was when she drank too much at the company's annual party, and her ex-boyfriend took advantage of her when she got home. Another time, to put it nicely, her ex-boyfriend used some forceful methods, but to put it bluntly, she was simply raped. To be honest, I really felt sorry for her ex-boyfriend.

So, in fact, Yao Yao's performance in bed was quite low compared to the women I've slept with; she had neither passion nor experience.

Don't be fooled by how easy it was for me to get her into bed this time; it doesn't mean she's an easy woman to handle. Yao Yao's personality is somewhat cold and aloof, and she has a certain degree of mental fastidiousness. She has almost no sexual desire and has absolutely no interest in sexual attempts beyond the most basic piston-like movements.

Due to some special reasons, she needs to take medication regularly, which I suspect exacerbates her sexual frigidity.

Unfortunately, most of the women I've slept with have decent stamina, so Yaoyao's performance in bed is basically just passable.

But for me, being able to have sex with my ex-girlfriend again after a breakup is a pleasure in itself, so I didn't care too much. Besides, for a woman who is basically sexually frigid and extremely difficult to get, getting her to willingly take off her clothes and stick her ass out for you to fuck is a success in itself.

One of my successes was persuading Yaoyao to accept oral sex. After my penis was rubbed against her teeth several times, I could finally comfortably enter and exit her lips and teeth. I find this rather strange; her ex-boyfriend, who took her virginity, couldn't convince her to perform oral sex, which is truly tragic.

Compared to fucking Yaoyao's vagina, I prefer fucking her mouth. This has nothing to do with a virginity complex; it's just that the satisfaction is genuinely different. When I was having sex with Yaoyao, I rarely heard her moan, and there was hardly any communication. She was also basically uninitiated. On the contrary, when I was doing oral sex, because she always seemed a little unwilling, and the visual effect of her pretty face being pressed between my legs was indeed more enjoyable.

Unlike me, who initially just wanted to have sex, Yaoyao saw our relationship as a fresh start, and considered letting me have sex as her obligation as a girlfriend.

At the time, I had just broken up with my previous girlfriend two months ago. I didn't have any moral entanglements about cheating, and I still had some fond memories from high school, so I decided to give it a try. After all, Yaoyao's appearance was probably an 80 out of 100. She was a professional-level violinist and accordion player, had excellent temperament, and was presentable. She had certain advantages, and I knew her background. She was a decent option when I didn't have many other choices.

Since I was treating her as a girlfriend, sex wasn't the only criterion. In fact, just passing was enough. So I didn't really care too much about her lack of performance in bed.

However, some strange things about Yaoyao's personality were still there. She's a nice girl, not materialistic, interested in reading, music, and movies, and kind-hearted. But she has three unbearable traits. First, she's cold-hearted.

It's not that she intentionally wants to be mean to anyone; she outwardly does what's right, but it's all just reason telling her she should. The moment she relaxes, she quickly regresses, or thinks she's done enough.

I'm a freelancer, and that period coincided with one of my most difficult times. While I didn't have financial difficulties, I was under a lot of mental stress, and Yaoyao didn't seem to notice or offer any support. In my understanding, this wasn't intentional; it was just her nature.

Second, she's incredibly fragile. Yaoyao's insecurity and emotional vulnerability are unbelievable. Just because I casually said a few nice things about a female friend we both knew while watching a movie, she immediately assumed I was comparing her to another woman and belittled her.

Even long after our breakup, she kept bringing this up. Don't tell me you shouldn't talk about other women's good points in front of your girlfriend. She was a mutual friend, not some random girl with a big butt you'd see on the street. They were very close in high school. If she can't even reminisce and praise a friend like that, I don't know what else she can do.

Thirdly, she holds grudges. I won't elaborate, many girls have this, but Yaoyao is particularly strong about it.

All her good qualities couldn't overshadow these three strong traits, and I gradually felt this restarted relationship might be very difficult.

In bed, Yaoyao also slowly became lazy. Before, she probably felt that as my girlfriend, she had an obligation; secondly, it was a new beginning, like a new employee starting a new job—even if she didn't want to, she should at least show some effort, so she was quite accommodating. But since she felt the

relationship was stable and established, as if she had fulfilled her obligations, she repeatedly said she didn't want to have sex anymore, and oral sex was out of the question. After one round of sex, she needed to rest for about ten days to two weeks.

I'm not the clingy type; if you're unwilling to do it, then forget it. But my interest in her naturally waned quickly.

During this time, I had to find my own ways to have fun. For example, I bought Yao Yao some sexy lingerie. She wasn't particularly resistant, but she wasn't enthusiastic either.

The first piece of lingerie I bought her was a white, transparent mesh bodysuit with an open crotch that exposed her breasts. When Yao Yao first received it, she had no idea how to wear it. After some persuasion, she finally tried it on, and after some fuss, she managed to slip it on.

Once she put it on, she realized that not only was the mesh exposing her entire body, but there were also two large holes in the front, completely exposing her breasts, and her crotch was completely empty.

Yao Yao is very voluptuous; the pleasure stimulated her frigidity and also spurred her physical growth. This kind of mesh bodysuit only works on voluptuous women; the breasts protrude roundly, the plump buttocks and thighs stretch the mesh, completely exposing the lower body. If it were a skinny woman, it would completely lose its appeal.

It's actually quite interesting to have a relatively traditional woman like Yao Yao, who lacks curiosity and a spirit of experimentation when it comes to sex, wear various kinds of sexy lingerie. Each time she changes into a new set, it feels like I'm raping her, which is far more fun than having a naturally open-minded woman wear lingerie. Take,

for example, having sex with Yao Yao's anus. This happened during her transition from being readily available to being lazy.

During this time, our relationship was relatively stable, still in a good phase after our restart. I've had anal sex with many women, and of course, I hoped to continue with Yao Yao, but Yao Yao, who had always been reluctant to perform oral sex, had even less interest in anal sex.

However, at this point, she hadn't yet developed a false sense of security and still felt she should consider my requests, so when I suggested trying anal sex for the third time, she agreed.

But she completely disregarded my suggestion that she do some preparation beforehand; she wasn't willing to practice widening her anus and warming up in the shower a few weeks in advance, nor was she willing to do any simple cleaning.

This made me lose confidence in having a normal and pleasurable anal sex experience with her. My thoughts gradually shifted from normal anal sex to simply penetrating her anus, completely piercing her last virgin territory. This didn't provide much physical pleasure, only a psychological thrill based on deprivation.

After some simple foreplay, I had her kneel down and fucked her from behind for a while. Although she knew I was going to fuck her anus soon and was slightly nervous, she had no experience and didn't know what it would feel like, so she didn't show much difference compared to usual. After

about ten minutes, having created a simple atmosphere, and after she had sweated a bit, her vagina was sticky and smelled slightly fishy. I told her I needed to prepare her. She hummed in agreement, and I opened the lubricant I had placed aside and applied a lot around her anus.

She was still laughing, saying it felt cool and sticky. Then I coated my little finger with lubricant and tried inserting it into her anus. She suddenly felt something pushing into her anus and started screaming, trying to sit up.

I held her down, making her lie face down, and reassured her it was just a finger. Although she felt very strange, she accepted my finger going in and out of her anus.

After about five or six minutes, I switched to my index finger, which went in more smoothly this time, and Yao Yao didn't make a fuss anymore. After a while, I switched to my thumb. This time she felt uncomfortable again and started twisting her buttocks. I slapped her buttocks hard twice, and just as she screamed, I shoved my entire thumb into her anus.

Once it was fully inside, Yao Yao only whimpered about being uncomfortable, but didn't ask me to pull it out. I swirled my thumb around in her anus, partly to help her get used to the feeling of being stretched, and partly to apply more lubricant to go deeper.

Since it was Yao Yao's first time having anal sex, I used about a third of a bottle of lubricant, making most of her buttocks shiny and slippery. When I felt it was about time, my penis was already half-soft, so I had to let her lick it until it was hard again. I applied a lot of lubricant to my penis before pressing it against Yao Yao's anus.

Yao Yao buried her head in the pillow, her buttocks sticking up high. I spread her plump buttocks apart, making her anus open as wide as possible, and then slowly began to push in.

At first, the lubricant worked somewhat, and the head of my penis went in relatively smoothly. But Yao Yao started twisting her buttocks, constantly asking, "Is it in yet?" When my penis was about a third of the way in, Yao Yao screamed in pain and tried to turn over.

Since I had already done so much preparation, this time I was determined to penetrate her anus no matter what. I forcibly held her down and simply stopped exploring little by little and thrust in hard. This time, it went in about two-thirds of the way. Yao Yao cried out pitifully. I pressed down on her and thrust in and out about three or four times. In that short time, she seemed to have cried herself hoarse. I then pulled out my penis and climbed off her.

She jumped off the bed, naked, and rushed into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet for a good twenty minutes. I don't know if she even managed to poop anything, but she finally returned to the bed, clutching her buttocks.

This was certainly not a successful anal sex session. I've done anal sex several times, so I didn't find anything particularly enjoyable about penetrating Yao Yao's tight anus. But I didn't care about the pleasure; I just wanted to get inside Yao Yao's anus.

After that, Yao Yao naturally refused anal sex again. I don't know if she'll agree to try it again after she finds a new boyfriend or gets married, but I think probably not. Although she might not admit that her anus had been penetrated before, she knows the feeling. I think given her fragile heart and delicate psyche, it's unlikely she'll agree again.

Speaking of anal sex, let me digress a bit. Because I often see friends talking about anal sex, they either say it's great or it's not so great, but that's not entirely accurate.

Anal sex really depends on the person. Some women will never experience the pleasure of anal sex, and that's not their fault; they might not be naturally suited to it. Other women, however, inexplicably enjoy it immensely. I once met a woman who had absolutely no aversion to anal sex and really wanted to try it. She even did a lot of preparation beforehand, including giving herself an enema. But after three attempts with me, it wasn't successful. I penetrated her each time, but she felt no pleasure, only pain.

Another woman, my assessment of her was that "she was born with an asshole that was destined to be fucked." Her buttocks were unnaturally perky, and during her first anal sex experience, aside from crying from the pain at first penetration, she quickly became able to penetrate all the way in smoothly. Aside from the initial discomfort of a minute or two, she became increasingly aroused, eventually reaching an orgasm level she had never achieved with vaginal sex. So much so that later, every time we slept together, she wanted me to fuck her anus. When she reached orgasm, she would shove my penis, which I had just pulled out of her anus, directly into her mouth to release the lingering pleasure.

This shows how difficult it is to find a suitable anal sex partner. Sometimes, it's not about whether the act itself is good or bad, but how you do it and who you do it with.

Back to Yaoyao. For a period after I fucked her anus, it was the stage I mentioned where she felt our relationship had stabilized, which slowly became uncomfortable.

During this time, we rarely had sex; once or twice a month was considered a lot. The only interesting thing was when I went to her house for dinner once. Her parents and I didn't exactly dislike each other, but we didn't have any particular affection either; it was just polite small talk.

After lunch, her parents went for their usual nap, while she and I went back to her room, closed the door, and chatted. Suddenly, I got aroused. Just as she was getting something with her back to me, I rushed over, lifted her skirt to her waist, and ripped off her underwear. I used so much force that I tore her little cotton panties to shreds. Yao Yao was completely stunned and didn't react at all. When she realized what I was about to do, she didn't dare to speak loudly or resist too much, afraid of making a scene. As a result, I pushed her down on the bed and, without any foreplay, went straight into her vagina. She

probably felt a little pain, because she made some loud noises and then covered her mouth. This was the most pleasurable time I'd ever had with Yao Yao, and it lasted the longest.

The last time I had sex with Yao Yao was after I seriously considered breaking up with her.

She seemed to sense my growing coldness, and slowly returned to her initial state, seemingly wanting to be nice to me again.

I knew she didn't want to break up, and besides, she wasn't entirely useless. Pitifulness and resentment often coexist; the pitiful often have resentful aspects, and the resentful often have pitiful ones. So, I wasn't sure what to do at first. One

night, Yao Yao, for the first time ever, took the initiative to have sex with me, and did something that might be normal for other women, but for her, it was a shockingly provocative act. After showering, she didn't put on any clothes, but came out of the bathroom completely naked, striking two poses in front of me. Her skin was fair, and her long hair reached her waist, now loosely draped over her chest and back. The way her hips jiggled as she turned and swayed was indeed quite alluring.

This time, I made her bend over and lie face down in front of the vanity while I fucked her. Yao Yao was facing her large vanity mirror, and she could clearly see me standing behind her, thrusting into her ass.

At first, she tried to bury her face, but I grabbed her hair, preventing her from looking down and forcing her to watch herself being fucked. I also lifted one of her legs to the side and placed it on the vanity, asking her if she knew what position it was.

She was a little confused at first, so I told her it was the position a dog pees in. I asked her if she looked like a female dog in the mirror. She was initially reluctant to answer, but I kept fucking her hard and kept asking, and finally, she said, "Yes." For a girl like Yao Yao, this was an extremely lewd answer. I fucked her for over ten minutes, then ejaculated.

We stayed together for another two or three months afterward, without having sex again. I don't know why, but Yao Yao suddenly reverted to her previous state. Was it because she felt that having slept with me once was enough to complete her task, and she didn't need to do anything more?

After that, her behavior in daily life deteriorated drastically, getting worse and worse. Forty percent of her meals consisted of fast food, and I cooked the rest. Of course, I enjoyed this, but the problem was that Yao Yao never once offered to share any housework.

She hardly cared what I was doing or if I was facing any problems, while she never forgot to ask me for help with her own. She was preoccupied with every possible possibility, and everything touched her fragile ego, so I eventually broke up with her.

Looking back, I think this experience was actually alright. When I first contacted Yao Yao again, I had a strong desire to sleep with her. Although things didn't go as planned, we did sleep together, and I even had anal sex. Although I don't have many physically satisfying memories of sex with her, her unique personality gave me a lot of emotional pleasure. That's pretty good.

Finally, I'd like to say that no matter how much you miss your first love, sometimes, just thinking about it is enough. If you actually get back together, you'll find it's really shameful. If life were only as beautiful as the first encounter, it would be just a work of literature. If you really let Nalan meet the person in his poem, he might say that it is better to remember than to meet.

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Let me digress a bit. After the last post, some brothers left comments that it seems that not sleeping with an ex-girlfriend doesn't mean you can go back to your ex.

Actually, as I said, the original intention of me writing this for fun was that an ex-girlfriend asked me if the thing men regret most is not sleeping with their ex-girlfriend. So what I recall here are all the ex-girlfriends I didn't sleep with when we were dating, but who later slept with me through various opportunities. I can't help it if my brother thinks I am not worthy of the title. Hehe.

The first ex-girlfriend I recall is Yaoyao.

I mention her first only because she was my first girlfriend, and I should give her face because of that "first".

But if I had to talk about the ex-girlfriend who left the deepest impression on me and with whom I still keep in touch as friends, it would be Xiaomu.

I have countless memories of Xiaomu, but this mainly concerns sex. The deepest impression she left on me in this regard can be summarized in three sentences:

"I don't want to be a virgin anymore."

"Anus? I'll lick it, you know, the 'dragon' you call it?"

"If I ejaculate inside, do I need to take birth control pills immediately, or is it okay to wait until daytime?" These three text messages span almost ten years.

Xiaomu was a junior in school, two years younger than me. She was a typical "rich, beautiful, and fair-skinned" girl. Although that's not fashionable now, in some old, established cities, there are still some prominent families with long histories.

Xiaomu's mother's family was a prominent family in our city, tracing back to a famous minister of the Song Dynasty. Her father was a high-ranking administrative official, but I won't go into his specific position.

When she first entered our high school, she was a typical oddball. Although she was beautiful and had a great figure, she had a strange personality, always keeping to herself and not getting along with her classmates. Even the boys didn't really approach her.

I won't go into the details of how we met, but back then I was doing fairly well in both the official student council and various private circles involving sports, literature, music, and so on. My family background was similar to Xiaomu's, and we gradually became one of her few friends.

Later, a high school classmate told me that Xiaomu liked me, but I didn't pay much attention because I had just started my first love with Yaoyao. I

didn't contact Xiaomu again until my junior year of college. We were both single then, and after a few months of contact, we naturally started dating. It was a long-distance relationship because although I was still studying at a 211 university in my hometown, Xiaomu didn't get the score she wanted and went to a second-tier university in another city.

That year, at the start of the school year, I took Xiaomu to her new school to register. Since they had just moved to a new campus and dorm, I helped her unpack and tidy up her room. Although she was a girl, she wasn't very good at these things at the time. In the evening, I prepared to stay overnight at a hotel off-campus. She packed her bag and came with me.

As we left, her roommates gave her suggestive smiles, but Xiaomu ignored them; after all, she was the only virgin left in her dorm.

Actually, in the hotel room, we only kissed.

Xiaomu told me about her experience in second grade when she was molested by a middle-aged man on a bus. He masturbated in front of her, made her hold out her hand, ejaculated into her hand, and smeared a lot on her face and mouth. This had always made her feel very pressured.

Until we got together, she still had a very fearful attitude towards sex.

When she was with her previous boyfriend, even just hugging, the feeling of her breasts pressing against his chest would give her a sense of panic, so they rarely hugged.

I can't quite remember how I gradually dispelled her fear of sex during those nearly one year of traveling between the two cities. I forget what I said and did, but slowly, Xiaomu became able to be completely naked in front of me, learned to masturbate me, learned to give me oral sex, and let me ejaculate on her breasts and face. We were just one step away, and I thought it would be soon. Sure enough,

during my senior year winter break, my family and I went on a trip. Xiaomu suddenly sent me a text message:

"I don't want to be a virgin anymore!"

I immediately called home to ask her why she suddenly had this thought.

It turned out she had a high school reunion that day, and I didn't know exactly what happened, but she suddenly didn't want to be a virgin anymore.

Although I was still a naive young man at the time, I wasn't someone driven by lust, and I advised her to calm down.

Xiaomu was very angry: "The girl took the initiative, how can you say that!" A few days after I returned, it was almost time for university to start, and we didn't have time to settle things in our own city. So that Valentine's Day, carrying the task Xiaomu had asked me to take her virginity, I went to the city where her university was. We ate Italian food together, watched a movie, and went shopping. According to her later account, she was surprised that even though she had already agreed, I had patiently gone through the whole process.

When we got to bed, we performed oral sex on each other, and then it was time to make her a woman. I asked her if she still hadn't changed her mind. Xiaomu nodded stubbornly.

I kissed her for a long time, teasing her clitoris with my fingers. When she started to wiggle her waist and hips and began to moan, I spread her legs wide and pressed my hand against her vaginal opening. It was very wet; Xiaomu was always like that, very wet.

I thrust slightly, and she closed her eyes, her brows furrowed. I asked her if she was scared. I said I could go in right away, did she really want to?

She didn't say anything.

I knew she was just being stubborn, just being willful, not really wanting to.

Later, everything stopped. I hadn't really thought that day would be the day I would successfully take her virginity. I didn't want Xiaomu to have an unpleasant memory of losing her virginity someday.

In the following months, I was busy with my graduation thesis and all the pre-graduation matters. A few weeks before graduation, my relationship with Xiaomu ended without

a clear resolution. Even now, neither of us can pinpoint the exact reason; we just gradually drifted apart, then we said we were breaking up, and then it really happened.

Years later, she joked that we were probably just not meant to be a couple, only friends.

Later, I went abroad, and then she went abroad too, though not to the same country, so we had little contact. A few years later, I returned to China, and then she returned as well.

This time, we both returned to the city where we grew up, five or six years after our breakup.

We slowly started to maintain normal friendships again, mostly communicating via text message, MSN, and QQ; I think WeChat didn't exist back then.

Until this point, I never imagined I would actually go back to Xiaomu.

At this time, Xiaomu was still the same eccentric girl she was in high school. A girl from a privileged background dating a small bar owner was something her parents couldn't accept.

Her father said, "You came back with two master's degrees from a prestigious university. Even if we're not materialistic, we wouldn't be so stupid as to say something as idiotic as 'you can't marry anyone except a PhD from overseas,' but you shouldn't be dating a high school graduate who's tried two or three different businesses, right?"

Xiaomu brought her boyfriend home for dinner, but her father politely asked her to leave. Xiaomu's response was to move out and live with her boyfriend.

I asked her, "Do you really have to make such a fuss with your family? What attracts you to this boyfriend?"

She answered, "It's the freedom."

Because we used to be boyfriend and girlfriend, and we occasionally joked around in private—the kind of friends where my penis was practically touching her vagina—we chatted without much restraint. We chatted on and off, and I gradually learned that she lost her virginity to a Dutch boyfriend after she went abroad; that she had a threesome with a lesbian woman who wore a dildo and had sex with the man; that she wasn't bothered by anal sex, but had never tried it because of hemorrhoids; and that Xiaomu even told me once, after getting drunk, that she had been raped by a stranger abroad, though she didn't tell me the details, and later I realized she didn't seem to remember telling me about it.

From then on, I admired her even more because she had truly overcome her childhood trauma related to sex. Even after such a painful experience as being raped, she hadn't developed any new fears and still maintained a healthy and enthusiastic attitude towards sex.

Once on MSN, I jokingly asked her if she was still afraid of sexual contact like before. She seemed to have forgotten telling me about her childhood experiences and retorted that when had she ever been afraid of sexual contact? Being her boyfriend was the best thing ever; even if we just lay in bed and didn't do anything, she could make us feel completely comfortable.

I said, "Lying there doing nothing is so boring."

Xiao Mu sneered and said, "I'll climb all over him, lick his whole body, for as long as he wants, wherever he wants me to lick, and he'll dare to be bored?" I sent three ellipses and said, "I don't really believe you'll lick his whole body." Xiao Mu retorted, "Why don't you believe it?"

I said, "At least one place is questionable."

She sent three question marks. I asked her what place she was questioning.

Xiao Mu said, "You're not talking about his asshole, are you? I lick it, you know, what you call the 'dragon' (referring to anal or genital warts). Lately, I've been licking his asshole for ten minutes every day after he showers."

I laughed and said, "I mean his feet. Very few girls are willing to lick feet." Xiao Mu didn't react for about half a minute, then laughed twice and said, "I've never actually licked that. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that my boyfriend doesn't seem to have that kind of hobby. If he doesn't need it, then I don't need to lick it."

Then we chatted aimlessly and seemed to have gotten back to talking about cocktails. That's how our conversations are; they're always veiled in mystery, not specifically about sex, but we don't deliberately avoid the topic either. We always speak frankly and without any pretense.

When Xiaomu first told me all this, I didn't feel much. But afterwards, I suddenly thought of that nervous girl from years ago, the girl who was afraid even to be hugged, now able to roam over a man's body, intently licking his anus for ten or twenty minutes. I couldn't help but feel a little sad, lamenting the impermanence of life.

About a year later, I suddenly heard that Xiaomu and her boyfriend had been involved in a third-party affair, and it seemed they were basically set to break up.

I only heard her mention it briefly on MSN and didn't know the details. For the next month or two, Xiaomu rarely appeared on any communication platforms; she was nowhere to be found, and I had no idea what she was

up to. One night, late at night, I was working on a project. By the way, my job is freelance; I make a living with my skills. When I have work, I can be busy for ten days or half a month at a time, and when I don't, I'm quite relaxed. That day, I was busy until dawn, around 2 a.m., when I suddenly received a text message from Xiaomu.

"If he ejaculated inside, do I need to take the birth control pill immediately, or is it okay to wait until daytime?" I was a bit confused from rushing to finish my work, and I thought she and her boyfriend had reconciled and were making love in the middle of the night, so I half-jokingly replied, "Why didn't you have your boyfriend wear a condom? You're a veteran, don't you know when to take the birth control pill?"

Xiaomu quickly replied, "Men always wear condoms, I've never been ejaculated inside before. Not with my boyfriend." I was a little stunned, and replied, "Is it usually okay within 72 hours afterward?" A little while later, Xiaomu sent another message asking, "If I've been ejaculated inside many times, should I increase the dosage of the pill?"

Writing this, I suddenly realized that the story afterward is a bit complicated, and there's a lot more to it. Let me just briefly tell you what happened next. It turns

out that Xiaomu was in a bad mood that day and really wanted to vent, so she went out to a hotel with two handsome guys who had pursued her in college. They stayed up all night.

We didn't deliberately bring it up afterward.

About two weeks later, we met for dinner. After dinner, when I took her home, her boyfriend came back to get the last bit of luggage, and they had a bit of an argument. Xiaomu asked me to take her away.

We talked a lot in the car, explaining everything that had happened. Maybe what I said that day really touched her, because she suddenly said she wanted to have sex with me.

So we went to a hotel. Neither of us expected to be in a hotel that night, and neither of us had brought condoms.

And unfortunately, the four-star hotel we went to didn't provide condoms for guests. I insisted that we should use condoms, not wanting her to have to take the pill twice in just two weeks, so I went out to find somewhere to buy some.

When I came back, Xiaomu was waiting for me completely naked, and we did it once. Then we chatted while planning for a second time. We reminisced about our unfinished first time and carefully considered what other first times she could give me.

That day was Friday, and we did it all night, then slept until noon, extended our room, and slept some more. In the evening, we went out for dinner, watched a movie, and then did it again.

We didn't separate until Sunday.

After that, we never mentioned that weekend again and continued to interact as ordinary friends.

[The End]

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