The Phantom of the Opera

Two years ago, I met the love of my life online. Although he's no longer with me,

the memories he left me are unforgettable.

He was six years older than me. Back then, I was still a naive high school student, while he was already a department

manager . I've always liked mature men, believing that only mature men know how to cherish me. He was tall, handsome,

and articulate, and I was naturally drawn to him. The first time we met, he waited for me for an

hour . I felt a little guilty but also secretly delighted because it revealed his good qualities—his patience.

Naturally, with mutual attraction, we started dating.

He wasn't my first boyfriend, but he was my favorite. The first time we met, we

went to see a movie. It wasn't a famous theater, and it wasn't the weekend, so it wasn't crowded; the theater was empty.

After we sat down, I quietly asked him if he liked me. Without saying anything, he gently kissed me on the cheek.

My face flushed instantly, and he pulled me into his arms. Just like that, without saying another

word , we understood what the other wanted to say.

On our first meeting, we were quite intimate—kissing and hugging. I felt it was natural

; I liked him and longed to be embraced by him. Perhaps my skin was too lonely, craving

touch and comfort. I didn't reject his bold actions; in fact, I quite liked them.

Perhaps he sensed that I wasn't a conservative girl, so when he took me home, he asked

to have sex with me.

Although I wasn't a virgin and wasn't against it, I politely declined to maintain a girl's modesty.

But I have a natural inclination to tease men; I like seeing men want it but not giving it to them. I

like seeing their pleading expressions. I don't know if this is a kind of perversion. When he left, I deliberately

touched his genitals, and I felt a temperature there different from the rest of his body. I was secretly pleased,

perhaps pleased that I could easily arouse a man's desire.

And so, like any ordinary couple, we ate out, went shopping, and watched movies for about two weeks.

One evening, I waited for him to get off work, and then I suddenly snuggled into his arms and said, "Honey, let's

go see a movie." (Even though we weren't married, it was a common way for couples to address each other.)

"Okay, let's go. Where do you want to go?"

"Hmm, let's go to the one we went to last time, the one with the couple's boxes." As I spoke, I moved

even closer to him.

He always tried his best to fulfill my requests. We arrived at the cinema.

Looking at the ticket sign at the entrance, the couple's box was 60 yuan for two movies. In Shanghai cinemas,

that 's very cheap. Maybe because the sound quality isn't great, but I think everyone knows that people who come here aren't really

focused on the movie.

After buying the tickets, we went inside. The so-called box was just a simple coffee table, a two-seater

sofa , and of course, a curtain—a barrier separating the couple from other viewers.

The weather was beautiful that day. I wore a knee-length skirt and a beige fitted top, which gave me a somewhat

intellectual look. As soon as we sat down, he couldn't wait to roam over me; I was already used to it.

Sometimes I'd say, "Why are you so lewd?"

"I'm not lewd, you don't like it?" He always left me speechless with that.

The lights went out, it was pitch black, only the light from the big screen was visible. Then he whispered in my ear, "Baby,

let's do it here." He gently pinched my breast as he spoke.

"No way, you're so bad." Although I'm open-minded, I didn't dare to be so brazen in public.

"Hmph, I'm so good to you, and you won't even do this? Fine, then at least let me touch you."

He seemed a little angry.

"Oh, okay then." I tried to make amends by spreading my legs wider, letting him touch me more directly. But

I sensed he was unhappy; even his hand, which had been on my breast, seemed a little careless.

"Are you unhappy?" I asked.

"No, how could I dare?" His tone clearly showed he was unhappy but pretending.

"Don't be sad, I'm just a scaredy-cat."

"Then what should I do if I'm sad?"

"Hmm, where are you sad? Let me see, hehe." As I spoke, my hand had already touched his genitals, and sure enough, it

was already hard.

"Why are you so easily sad?" I asked.

"Don't pretend, it's because you always dress so scantily to tease me. I want it as soon as I see you, but you won't give it to

me, I'm so frustrated." Hearing this made me so happy.

I smiled at him, then gently pecked him on the lips, while my hand had already unzipped his pants,

taking out his already hard penis and playing with it in my hand. I first pressed the urethral opening with my thumb, then rotated and

circled it back and forth, and then occasionally pulled it up and down.

He was a little surprised, but I made him very excited, and he couldn't say anything. I also mischievously said, "Where

are you sad? Here?" Hehe, looking at him like that, I felt so happy and accomplished. At that

moment , I felt his glans getting wet, and I knew he was already very excited. If he didn't get satisfied soon, he would

suffer.

Although I enjoyed the process, I couldn't let the person I loved suffer indefinitely, so I

slowly lowered my head and took his entire penis into my mouth. He let out a soft moan. I knew he

would never guess that someone as quiet as me would do something like this. Actually, I'm quite experienced with oral sex. I

've performed oral sex on my boyfriend before, but I was young then and didn't know much about sex. I heard that using your teeth often

hurts your partner. But I'm naturally competitive, so I specifically went online to learn oral sex techniques, and now I can say I'm

a master .

I first held his penis with my hand, then licked around the glans with my tongue while my hand moved up and down. While

licking, I would occasionally use my tongue to block the urethral opening, or take the entire glans into my mouth. I knew that

was the most sensitive part for a man. His hands, which had been caressing my breasts, slowly lost their strength. I knew he was already intoxicated

.

But all I felt was water in my mouth; I couldn't tell if it was my saliva or his aroused fluids. It only

makes a "sizzling" sound when I use my mouth to tease it.

After licking for a while, I got a little tired; bending over wasn't easy. I wanted to lift my head

to rest , but as soon as I moved to leave, his hand pressed my head down, preventing me from looking up. I knew I

couldn't escape. With that pressure, his entire penis was deeply inserted into my mouth, reaching all the way to my

throat, making me feel like vomiting. But I knew that if I looked up now, all my efforts would be wasted

. I suppressed the urge to gag and continued to suck and

lick . After a while, I heard him let out a long sigh, and at the same time, I tasted a salty, metallic flavor in my mouth; I knew he had ejaculated.

I lifted my head and wiped the remaining white fluid from my lips with a tissue. "You're so naughty, why did

n't you tell me you ejaculated in my mouth?"

"Who's naughty? You've got such good skills, why are you only telling me now?" he said, pulling me into his arms again.

"Baby, now it's my turn to shine." I could feel his tongue

licking and sucking my earlobe, then slowly moving down to my neck. A wave of tingling sensation washed over me, and I went limp,

moaning softly. He slowly pushed my clothes up,

revealing my 36B breasts.

His mouth moved down, kissing and sucking my nipples, occasionally biting them lightly.

It hurt a little, but I enjoyed it. He licked back and forth, and I was already soaking wet

, hoping he could fill my emptiness.

My body was tingling and numb, and my genitals were itchy, a sensation like an electric current

coursing . I wanted to scream, but in this public place, I knew I couldn't. It felt so

painful .

He probably noticed my discomfort and wantonness, and said mischievously, "Is it good, baby?"

"No, no, it's so uncomfortable, you big bad guy."

"I'm bad? Can I stop now?" he said, making a gesture as if to stop.

"No, no, I feel so uncomfortable, I just want it." I lowered my head in shame, unable to look

him in the eye.

"Want what?"

"Want...want you to fuck me." I felt my face burning hot; I knew it must have

been redder than an apple.

He smiled wickedly and said, "Then beg me, beg me and I'll give it to you."

"Please, please, my good husband."

"Beg me for what? Say it." I don't know why he insisted I say it; maybe it

would satisfy his sense of accomplishment.

"Please fuck me, I want you to fuck me, please...husband." I never thought I could say

such a thing .

Then I saw him use one hand to spread my legs apart, while the other hand still held my breast, gently pressing my

nipple. One hand roamed over my vulva.

"Hurry up, I can't take it anymore."

"Hehe, you know how uncomfortable it is now." He pulled down my panties and inserted two fingers into my

vagina. Since I was already soaking wet, he inserted them easily. I felt incredibly full and

extremely comfortable.

One thrust, two thrusts… He thrust his fingers in and out frantically, the frequency increasing. My legs instinctively tightened

inwards , I felt my uterus contracting in waves, as if I didn't want him to leave me. At this moment, he probably sensed

that my orgasm was approaching, one hand incessantly kneading my breasts, his tongue drawing circles on my nipples,

and his fingers below moving even faster.

"Ah… mmm… so good." I couldn't help but moan softly.

With my moan, I felt a surge of heat in my lower body, I felt incredibly excited and comfortable,

I knew I had orgasmed. Slowly he withdrew his fingers from my vagina, they were covered in fluid.

"Look at you, you little slut, all wet, come and smell it yourself." He laughed and put his fingers on my face.

"I don't want to, I don't want to, I'm not slutty at all."

"So much fluid and you're not slutty? Still won't admit it." My face turned red from his words, and I shyly snuggled into his

arms .

We cuddled together until the movie ended. For over three hours, we had no idea

what was going on; we could only feel each other's warmth and hear each other's breathing. As we left, we noticed a dark

stain on the sofa. We smiled at each other; it was from our happy moments. And so we walked out of the theater, arm in arm.

[The End]

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