The young woman's confusion

The living room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn tightly, blocking out all light. A beautiful,

voluptuous young woman knelt naked on the soft carpet. Two meters in front of her

stood a naked man, legs spread wide, his erect penis a powerful symbol of masculinity.

The woman gazed at him with rapt attention, her excitement palpable. The man,

too, seemed excited, his breathing rapid. She knew she would give him the best sex of his life,

an unparalleled spiritual experience, a pleasure he

could never .

She knelt and told him to spread his legs. Then, she lowered her head and slowly

crawled towards him on the carpet, her eyes filled with pleasure and ecstasy as she looked at the man with his legs spread before her.

He watched as the beautiful young woman slowly crawled towards his crotch, his heart pounding wildly, feeling like

it was about to leap out of his chest. She crawled closer and closer, eventually passing between his legs, then crawling up

behind She lowered her head and kissed his feet, saying, "I've finally fulfilled my wish, I've truly

crawled between your legs. I'm so happy, I'm so glad to be the woman between your legs. Do you like it this way?" "I like

it very much."

He was so excited he didn't know what to say. No woman had ever made him feel superior.

This young woman gave him a sense of vanity and satisfaction rarely found in men. He knew this woman well, knew

what she needed, and therefore knew how to answer her. He lowered his head, looking at the voluptuous, alluring woman earnestly licking

his feet

, and said, "I made you crawl between my legs, will you thank me?" The woman looked up at him, saying, "Yes, I'm very grateful for this treatment.

I will repay you for making me crawl between your legs."

The woman continued, "I want to kiss you."

The man smiled. He understood perfectly what this kiss meant. It was the result of a game they played before making love, the one he

lost to her. It was a simple game—playing cards. Whoever lost had to do what the other did.

When the man won, he would make the woman suck his semen, lick his feet, etc. The woman enthusiastically agreed

, excited. But after winning a round, this beautiful young woman made a request. It was about kissing him. When the man

put his mouth to the woman's, she pushed him away, saying, "You misunderstood me. When I say

kiss, I mean my mouth kissing your anus. In my heart, I feel that my mouth should kiss your

anus to be normal. This time I won. From now on, when I say kiss, I mean my mouth

kissing your anus, understand?"

So when the woman said "kiss," he knew what she meant. Before he could react, the woman had already

used her hot lips to kiss the man's anus, and extended her tongue, trying to lick it deeply, passionately

kissing and licking. The young woman was intoxicated by this wonderful feeling.

This young woman is me. My name is Li Jun, but you can call me Li Jun. Although what I do is vulgar, or you

might think it's cheap, I like it. Not many women dare to express their sexual desires or

preferences as openly as I do. I don't have the writing skills of Mu Zimei or other online writers, but I write truthfully. I don't want to be famous.

Many women, like me, have deep sexual fantasies and desires, but the vast majority dare not express them, keeping them buried

deep in their hearts until death. Traditional Chinese thought cannot tolerate women like me. I'm

just writing down my true sexual feelings and views. I wasn't born this way; a very

special man nurtured this potential within me. I've broken up with him now, and I really miss him.

He's the one who made me feel the heartfelt, trembling pleasure of sex, the decadent pleasure, allowing me to enjoy a kind of pleasure that other

women cannot experience. Of course, while I'm not a great beauty, I'm

far better looking than the likes of Mu Zimei.

As a woman, I believe there aren't many people who have experienced what I have. I can no longer judge whether

what is right or wrong. Scenes of lust and infatuation often float into my mind. My ability to distinguish right from wrong

seems unimportant. Numb, I hate myself, yet I continue obsessively...

I'm not young anymore. Born in 1974, I'm 31 years old this year. I wouldn't say I'm outstanding

in appearance , but I'm definitely not bad-looking either. My advantages are my fair skin and a very sexy figure. Many

men who have seen my figure have praised me for that! You could say I'm a still-charming young woman, a young woman without a husband.

I had sex with my first man when I was 17, and later married him until he

died in a car accident while on a business trip in 1999…

I am a woman with strong desires and many strange ideas in my mind. I deeply love oral sex and

anal licking, and I also like men to do the same to me. But if I had to choose one, I would choose to give

oral sex and anal licking to men without hesitation. I think this feeling is many times better than what he does to me. My views on sex and the level of

satisfaction so crazy that I find it hard to talk about them. I have done things that others would never dare to think about in their entire lives. But

while I enjoy this feeling, you might think I am a shameless, extremely shameless,

and perverted woman. I have thought so myself before, and I agree with your views on me. But

I am so intoxicated by this strange lust that I cannot extricate myself. Although I have thought about changing, the repeated

pleasures that impact the depths of my soul make me unable to stop. Now I am writing about my

experiences from 2001 to 2006 in a state of confusion.

Now, I'm almost at the main point. I advise those who dislike extremely extreme sexual content to stop reading now

; the content might be unacceptable to you. It includes some SM and threesome scenarios. I believe no other

erotic novel is as realistic as mine, because everything I write is based on my personal experiences and genuine inner

thoughts .

In 2001, my husband had been dead for over two years. My workplace, the state-owned cotton mill,

went bankrupt , and I was laid off. My future was gone, but my biggest worry

wasn't losing my 700-800 yuan salary. What I needed most at that time was to find a man. I hadn't had sex in a very long time. Watching

my friends around me, all smiles and laughter, I returned home alone at night, relying solely on masturbation (which is... well, in other words, sexual intercourse).

(This refers to masturbation) to satisfy myself. It's not that no one has pursued me, but I feel nothing for them.

The disappointment of being laid off left me in a bad mood, and strangely, my libido was very strong at that time. I really wished a

naked man would stand in front of me so I could have some fun with him.

Lying in bed at night, I started masturbating again. Maybe it was because I hadn't had sex with a man for over two years, or maybe

I was masturbating too frequently, but my mind was filled with wild thoughts, becoming increasingly bizarre,

daring shameless. Because it was my personal secret, my thoughts were unlimited and no one interfered.

When I reached pleasure from masturbation, morality and ethics were just words in my mind, meaningless. Lately, whenever I

masturbated I fantasized about someone—Cheng Bin, the office director at my workplace. He was probably only a year or two older than me,

warm-hearted, energetic, handsome, and mature, with a strong masculine charm. He has a well-proportioned

figure , which is my type. I'm not interested in men who are too thin; I like

men with some meat on their bones, even if it's not muscle. He's married, and every time I see him, I have

this kind of sexual urge and want to sleep with him. Although I have many unhealthy sexual fantasies, I'm not the kind

of woman who easily reveals her feelings to others. I don't know what he thinks of me. I can only have

sex with him through fantasies. Sometimes I think that if he would let me have sex with him just once, I would be willing to give up a month's salary. It's nothing to

rich people , but it's a lot for me.

I touched my genitals, mainly my clitoris and labia, rubbing them with my hands to arouse pleasure, slowly

reaching a state of hazy bliss, yet my thoughts were clearly imagining scenarios of making love with him. I like to fantasize about details,

thinking about what I would do if Cheng Bin were beside me right now. I touched and thought, I really wanted to taste his penis

. I imagined myself sucking his penis, him high above me looking down at me, me crawling

between his legs, sucking desperately, his face full of ecstasy, which made me even happier. I continued to caress my genitals,

continuing to stimulate my numb nerves, continuing to fantasize, if Cheng Bin turned around at this moment and said to me, "

Lick my anus," I would happily put my tongue deep inside, bury my face between his buttocks,

licking his anus with pleasure, and while licking his anus, I would say to him, "You are so good to me, thank you." Whenever I thought of

this, I couldn't help but speed up my movements, successfully masturbating to orgasm. I feel so useless. I can't

control myself and crave pleasure. I still have so many more exciting fantasies to fulfill before collapsing in

orgasm —a dry, unfulfilled orgasm. When I come to my senses and return to reality, I feel so pathetic. I'm laid off now,

and I might never see him again. I have no means of support, no normal sex life, and no one to rely on.

My parents are long gone. I had a very considerate husband, but he passed away early and is far away from me. I have two older brothers, one

works in Shanghai, and the other, although he lives in the same city as me, is terrified of his wife. I can't count on him anymore. I'm

all alone, and I still fantasize about giving men oral sex. I cried. That was a very sad night for me, and

I remember it very clearly.

Things always seem to change when you think all hope is lost. The next day, I went to my workplace to process my layoff paperwork.

The person in charge happened to be Cheng Bin, the man I'd always dreamed of but could never have. Every time I saw him, my heart would race. I tried my best to

remain calm , to hide my despicable thoughts, but my eyes couldn't leave him. What I loved most wasn't

his face, but his plump buttocks. I really wanted to touch them. I frantically thought, "If he called me into

the next office right now, sexually assaulted me, and demanded I offer myself to keep my job, that would be perfect. I would truly thank

God . Ideally, he would come into the office and say, 'Lijun, come and eat my...'" "Penis, eat well, satisfy me, and I

'll keep your job at work." I was lost in my fantasies

when Cheng Bin called out to me, "Lijun, what are you thinking about? Come here and sign this." I snapped back to reality, my face probably flushed. I replied, "Sigh, I'm laid off.

I'm wondering what to do next."

Cheng Bin smiled and said, "You're so pretty, you should have plenty of jobs. Staying here will

only hold you back." I knew he genuinely meant I was pretty because Xiao Li from their office had told me that he

'd praised me in front of others, saying I was very feminine, had a great figure, and was very beautiful. That's how I started noticing him.

I smiled shyly and said, "You have many friends, help me find a job. Without a job, there's no

money, no food." Actually, I didn't expect him to help me find a job; I just wanted to use this opportunity to

spend more time with him. Before, in the same factory, no one dared to reveal anything. Even the smallest thing would immediately

become the talk of the town. Now it's different; I can interact with him outside of work, which is best.

“Okay, I’ll ask. Give me your phone number, and I’ll let you know when I’ve made contact,” he readily agreed

. “I don’t have a cell phone. With my meager monthly salary, how can I afford one? How about I call you?”

He gave me his phone number. It was a really good number; the last three digits were three 8s. I was secretly delighted. I

finally had a chance to get to know him. I had to seize this opportunity. I didn’t want to be a third party, but I really wanted

to sleep with him. I really wanted to taste his penis, to taste it with my mouth.

Two days later, I couldn’t wait any longer and dialed his number. He told me he had contacted him but couldn’t reach me.

My call came just in time. He asked me to meet him at a famous coffee shop in the city at 8 pm that evening. I was excited and

nervous . Was he going to make his move on me tonight? Was the day I’d been waiting for already approaching so soon? I was really

afraid he was a gentleman, or a fool. After thinking it over, I decided to take the initiative tonight, even if it meant being

a prostitute determined to get him. Besides, he was a well-known rich man in our factory; he was in charge of office purchasing,

and everyone said he'd struck it rich. Maybe being his mistress would make my life easier, he'd give me money,

and I could satisfy my sexual desires—a win-win situation.

I took a very careful shower at home, put on makeup, and wore clothes that best showed off my figure.

Although the weather was still quite cold, I didn't care.

I really wanted to experience these things firsthand tonight, instead of just fantasizing about them. I desperately wanted to realize my fantasies—to be able to suck his penis, and even

be willing for him to ejaculate in my mouth. I decorated the house; maybe I'd bring him home to make

love!

Time seemed to drag on. Before leaving, I sprayed on some Burberry perfume that I'd been saving for myself and carefully dressed up.

I arrived at the coffee shop right on time, harboring a secret I couldn't reveal. Cheng Bin was already there, waiting for me with another man at

the entrance Cheng Bin stared at me blankly for a full 30 seconds before finally saying, "

So you're this beautiful. It's a shame you were buried in the cotton mill." I knew my appearance had attracted him, so I

smiled coyly and said, "Sorry to keep you waiting. "

He led me into a stylishly decorated private room and introduced me to the other man, saying, "This is

my good brother, Mo Wei. He's a manager at a high-end restaurant."

Only then did I notice this man. He had a very upright, square face, a very masculine face, thick

eyebrows, sharp eyes, and smooth skin. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he was definitely

the type of person whose face would linger on for a long time. He was tall and strong, with broad shoulders, wearing a dark blue suit with a dark patterned tie. I

noticed that the collar and cuffs of his shirt were very white, giving him a very clean image. I never expected

the man with Cheng Bin to be so stylish.

Mo Wei asked me, "I think I can arrange a position for you in our restaurant, but the salary might not be high."

His deep baritone voice was very magnetic. I really didn't want to work in a restaurant; it was hard work and the pay was too low. But I didn't

immediately refuse. I needed an opportunity to continue my contact with Cheng Bin. Since my purpose in coming wasn't really to look for a job,

I continued the conversation tactfully, telling them I needed time to consider.

We chatted happily, from company profits to national policies, from national policies to wealth inequality,

all the way to topics I wanted to hear: keeping mistresses, supporting prostitutes, etc. I occasionally chimed in, and the two of them

talked animatedly. I listened and observed. Cheng Bin was quite obviously trying to impress me, constantly

watching my expressions and reactions as he spoke. I knew he was interested in me, and given the opportunity, he would pounce

like it's a woman's intuition. I was quite satisfied with this.

Time passed quickly, and it was past 11 pm. Mo Wei suggested going home first. At this moment, my heart inexplicably

raced. The crucial moment had arrived. All evening, with the three of us together, I couldn't seem to make anything clear.

What should I do?

Cheng Bin offered to drive us. It turned out he'd come in a friend's car. He dropped Mo Wei off at home first, and I suddenly

realized Mo Wei lived very close to my second brother's house. Looking at his burly figure from behind, my gaze involuntarily lingered on his buttocks

—firm, full buttocks, the kind I like. Good heavens, am I even human? I'm such a fangirl!

My mind immediately snapped back to reality; Cheng Bin was right next to me. Luckily, he was backing up and didn't notice my gaze.

Looks like I need to be more careful with my eyes in the future. I'm such a lecherous woman. I know it's all because I

haven't had sex with a man for over two years, plus frequent masturbation. I've always been a woman with a strong sex drive, and

this long period of celibacy has driven me a little crazy.

I told Cheng Bin my address, and he casually asked, "I heard your husband is gone. Do you have a new

boyfriend now?"

I knew he was trying to find out. I deliberately paused for a minute before replying, "No, who would

want someone like me?"

"Aren't your qualities good enough? Beautiful, mature, and generous and well-mannered—you're exaggerating!" Cheng Bin

replied with a smile. He was flattering me, and I enjoyed it. Women love sweet words, and I was no exception.

I said, "Let's not talk about me. What about you? Won't your wife nag you when you get home tonight?"

"She will. My wife likes to nag me, but unfortunately, she can't anymore."

"Why?" I asked, genuinely puzzled. "My wife went to Peking Union Medical College Hospital for further studies. She's going to become

an attending physician . She went right after the New Year and it's been several months already. It'll be another year before she finishes her studies and comes back. Now I'm all

alone."

I impulsively said, "You're not happy now, so you can take this opportunity to cheat on me." As soon as I said it, I regretted it.

We weren't close enough for me to say something like that, but I was still satisfied with what I said, hoping to see his

reaction. He didn't seem to mind my casualness and laughed as he replied, "Cheating, haha, to be honest, no man doesn't want that.

But I don't have a woman I'm satisfied with. I really don't want to let something outside affect my family. Where can I find someone

so perfect?"

I really wanted to tell him that this is the kind of woman I am. Even if you wanted to marry me, I wouldn't agree. I

only want to be your sex partner, but how could I say that? I lowered my head and didn't answer him. "If there really

were a woman as beautiful and considerate as you, I would really like to try, but unfortunately I can't find one."

I still didn't know how to answer him. I looked at his well-defined face, staring ahead, gripping

the steering wheel . I remembered a pornographic film I had seen online, where the man was driving and the woman was giving him oral sex. I wish I were that woman

.

I said, "Stop the car, I'm home."

I couldn't let this opportunity slip away, or I'd have another long night and regret not keeping him. I decided to take

the initiative and continued, "No one's watching you now, so it's okay to go home a little late. Come in and sit for a bit. It's really

kind of you to help me find a job."

He smiled and said, "It's late now. You're not just being polite, are you? You want me to come in? Don't regret it,

I really dare to come in and sit down."

I smiled too, "I'm not being polite. Come in and have a look."

I led him into my home and made him a cup of tea. He admired my room. My home wasn't big, just

two bedrooms and a living room, but the decor was quite nice. Thanks to my careful arrangement, the room was filled with my favorite decorations. "

Women know how to manage a household. Your home is very cozy. I'm home alone now, and my house is a mess."

I wasn't in the mood for small talk. I was very excited and wanted to figure out how to steer the conversation

towards . I said yes, "Single women have nothing to do except go to work, go shopping, and tidy up their rooms."

He just kept drinking tea while looking at the room. I could tell he was hesitant, but he didn't seem

inclined . Did I really have to be the one to say, "I want to have sex with you"? He was such a blockhead. I

had no choice but to boldly seduce him. Once a woman's desire is aroused, she has no inhibitions, especially

a woman like me. "You helped me find a job, how can I thank you?" I hoped he would continue, preferably with the jokingly phrase

, "offering myself in return ." He stared blankly, at a loss. "Whatever, it's not a done deal yet." I didn't care anymore. I sat down next to him, stared intently into his eyes, and said, "You..."

I have everything I need, and my living conditions are very good. It seems I have no choice but to repay you with my body. "Really?" His eyes began

to light up, and his face turned red. In contrast, I remained calm. "As long as you don't mind me and can help me find a good job,

I'm willing to take my wife's place when she's not around. Don't worry, I absolutely won't affect your family. I'm

serious . I have feelings for you, and you're going to help me, so it's a fair exchange." I

blurted out a lot of things, my face unconsciously turning red. I could only use his job-finding as an excuse to cover up my true intentions.

Cheng Bin hesitated for a moment, then impulsively hugged me. "I really like you. I've wanted to be

with you for a long time... but I'm just sorry. I'll definitely make you satisfied. I'll definitely help you find a job you're happy with." His

breathing became very rapid, and his words began to slur.

I ... My heart trembled, and I felt myself getting wet. My dream was about to come true, tonight! Words

didn't matter at this moment. I held his head, kissed his lips, and whispered, "I have strong feelings for you.

This opportunity is important for both of us."

We kissed passionately, our tongues intertwined. His saliva tasted so good; I greedily sucked on

his tongue. Forget about being a lady, a woman, or being reserved—to hell with it all! We kissed for almost two minutes, and

the intensity of our passion surprised me. His hands began to caress my breasts through my clothes, and he buried his head deep

in my chest, refusing to leave. It seemed this man had been interested in me for a while; it's true that men are all lustful.

I said, "Let's take a shower. I won't go home tonight; I'll sleep here." Although I'm not picky about anything during sex

, I don't like... Having sex with someone who hasn't showered before, I think that not showering would greatly affect the mood and

quality of the experience.

I felt no shame whatsoever, and boldly stripped naked, presenting myself completely before him. I'm

definitely an experienced person; sex isn't unfamiliar to me. I was already naked in front of men when I was 17.

In the bathroom, he took off his last piece of clothing, a sexy pair of briefs. I suddenly had the urge to put his briefs on

my lips and kiss them, but I didn't dare. This was our first time together; I couldn't be too self-centered or too promiscuous

. Looking at his thick thighs, the dark, velvety pubic hair, the lush, sexy, and adorable male genitalia,

completely exposed before my eyes, his penis was already hard as an iron rod, with residual precum on the glans (

I know that when a man is aroused, some fluid will leak out; it's transparent, and I don't know what to call it). (Hoo) I can't describe

the joy I felt. I really wanted to grab his penis right away and

lick the semen flowing from his glans clean with my tongue, but I didn't dare. I secretly swallowed.

I pretended to be natural. He looked at me, stroked my breasts, and said, "So big, so beautiful."

I smiled at him and said, "Now this is all yours." Then we kissed passionately in the shower,

except his hand was on my genitals and my hand was holding his medium-sized penis. To be honest, Cheng Bin's penis

wasn't very big, at least smaller than my ex-husband's, but that didn't matter. I'm not a woman who needs a big penis to

satisfy herself. I was very satisfied with him like this.

After drying off, he insisted on carrying me to the bed. I lay naked in front of him, not

embarrassed . On the contrary, I enjoyed it all. I waited... This had been going on for a long time. He climbed on top of me, kissing my mouth

gently , from my lips to my earlobe, kissing my neck. I hugged him, my hands holding

his buttocks, gently kneading them, enjoying his full, fleshy buttocks. I was very satisfied with his buttocks.

He continued kissing downwards, kissing my breasts, licking my chest wildly, it was ticklish and very comfortable. Suddenly he sucked

on I trembled all over. It felt so good, I hadn't felt this way in so long. His tongue was so soft, his

lips felt so good. I wanted to moan, but I didn't. I waited for him to continue kissing downwards, hoping he would go down and use his

gentle tongue to lick my clitoris, lick my labia...

I never expected that he wouldn't kiss downwards, but directly inserted his penis into my vagina. It's unbelievable,

this man has no romance at all. I haven't even had my first taste of his... Where was his penis? I was waiting for him to kiss my entire body before I

climbed on top of him and kissed him all over, until I thoroughly licked his anus before entering my vagina. After all,

I'm a woman, and I was a little embarrassed to be too proactive; I couldn't just grab a penis and shove it into my mouth like in porn movies.

I suddenly felt very agitated.

Cheng Bin's sexual skills were truly impressive. His rock-hard penis was thrusting violently inside my vagina,

it felt so good, and soon I was completely out of control. I started babbling incoherently, constantly murmuring: "So

good… You're so amazing… I'm so happy… You're my dear husband…" Hearing my words, he became

even more energetic. I felt him penetrating deeper and deeper. It was strange, his penis wasn't very long, how could I feel him reaching the very

end? He kept asking me: "Is it good? Aren't I amazing?" I told him I'd satisfy him, that I

could ejaculate inside, that I had an IUD and wouldn't get pregnant.

He lasted a long time; I held back from reaching orgasm for ages. Finally, he said he couldn't take it anymore

and was about to ejaculate. I timed my orgasm perfectly to coincide with his, a long and intense one.

I felt so good, completely different from masturbation. I loved the feeling; I almost fainted. After a while, he gently nudged

me and asked, "How was it?" I snapped back to reality and said, "Your sex skills are amazing; I

felt great."

Yes, I couldn't tell him, "But your sex skills are terrible. I need the whole experience,

not just genital contact. You're a complete idiot, just a sex machine." But I

couldn't say that; it would hurt his pride. I didn't want to lose him. He hoped that with more repeated encounters, he would become more open-minded

.

There was no flirting, no fancy techniques; it ended simply like that. Although it was comfortable, it was far from what I

wanted . My fantasies hadn't been fulfilled. Oral sex, anal licking, even specific positions for these acts—these

were my basic fantasies. Besides, when I was aroused, I thought about even more unspeakable things. It seems

I won't be able to do that today. I've said before that I really enjoy sucking on men's penises; perhaps it's pathological. If I had to choose

between a man's penis in my mouth or in my vagina, it would be incredibly difficult. But

if a man's penis thrusts in my mouth until he orgasms and ejaculates inside, and I can

masturbate and orgasm along with him, that would be an immense pleasure. I feel a man's genitals placed on my...

The mouth gave me more mental satisfaction than the vagina. Back in 2001, I hadn't

experienced anything like this before, so I'd always fantasized about it.

After we finished, he washed up and said, "I'm going home to sleep. If you need me, I'll arrange to

come . I hope you don't think I just wanted to have my fun and leave." He said this apologetically.

Actually, I was already satisfied and didn't mind too much, but I was still very happy. I said, "Thank you, you

did great job today, I felt very comfortable. Can you come stay

with me tomorrow night?" We'd already done it once, so I didn't care about doing it twice, three times, or more. I started to speak more freely because we

'd done it, which proved I was his woman. No matter the form it took, I was definitely a woman he'd slept with. I liked that status .

Now I'm lonely again. So many lonely and unbearable nights, but today I finally got some compensation. Although it hasn't reached my ideal state, it's okay, I'm still very satisfied. 　　Looking at my naked body, I caressed my smooth skin, my high breasts, my rounded thighs, and my plump, elastic buttocks. I didn't want to recall anything about seducing Cheng Bin; I preferred to relive the scene of our intercourse. Regardless of my methods, I was satisfied that Cheng Bin and I had a good start. 　　The next day, I didn't call Cheng Bin. I didn't want him to feel that I was clinging to him after our one-night stand. I didn't want to put pressure on him, even though he couldn't contact me—I didn't have a cell phone. I knew that if he still wanted me, he would find a way to reach me. 　　Being with a man was different; my whole body felt incredibly comfortable, and my spirits were high. I made plans to go shopping with my best friend, Yunyun. Yunyun and I were classmates in junior high school. She's been my best friend for many years and was also my bridesmaid at my wedding. She's very beautiful, but smarter than me. She married a man 18 years her senior, and you all know why, right? Yes, this man is rich. He owns three large gas stations in the city. We talk about almost everything. I happily told him that I had a one-night stand with a man last night , and of course, I bragged about it in front of her. Although Yunyun has a good life and plenty of material possessions, she doesn't dare to mess around outside. I've known for a long time that she has thoughts of having an affair. Whenever we talk about men, she gets all excited and passionate. She really wants to find another man for an extramarital affair, or maybe she just wants sex outside of marriage . But she doesn't dare. First, she doesn't want to lose her rich husband, and second, her husband is almost 50 years old and is quite jealous, keeping a close eye on her. 　　Yunyun looked at me with envy and said, "You're almost an old maid, and you finally have a man." She knew I hadn't had a man in my life for the past two years. Yunyun continued, "How come I've never heard you mention this before? You've already slept with him . You're really promiscuous." 　　I laughed and said, "I've known him for a long time, and I thought there was no future with him. Yesterday I took the initiative a little, and all men are like that. As soon as you show a little bit of interest, their lecherous nature comes out." 　　"You haven't been with a man in a long time, have you? You're so desperate for one, even actively seducing him. Aren't you afraid he'll laugh at you?" Yunyun said 　　, her tone clearly tinged with jealousy. We talked about relationships without any reservations; she was a woman who dared to say and ask anything. 　　Yunyun then asked, "Is he good in bed? You've been waiting for this for so long! How many times have you done it? What kinds of positions have you tried ? Tell me honestly, don't hide anything!" 　　I could only smile wryly and say, "Just once, no special techniques, just started right away, but he was pretty good, it felt really good." 　　"Really? Just started right away? Didn't you let him lick your genitals?" 　　"No, it was the first time, how could I bring myself to say that? Maybe we're both still a bit reserved." I answered like that, but in my heart I thought, whether he licked my genitals or not wasn't the most important thing, the most important thing was that I didn't lick his penis. But I didn't dare tell Yunyun what I was thinking, afraid she would laugh at me. 　　We chatted and strolled around, I should have been having a good time, but I kept thinking about Chengbin, wondering if he would , whether he was satisfied with my performance in bed? Is he conservative or open-minded? By yesterday's standards, he wouldn't even qualify as conservative; he'd be more of a rigid type. I wandered around absentmindedly, my mind preoccupied with what to do tonight. If he's as rigid as he was yesterday, should I offer him oral sex? Would he be disgusted? My mind started racing again. I imagined his expression when I was sucking his penis. I decided that if he came to me tonight and acted the same way as yesterday, I'd be even more proactive. I'd already slept with him; being this was the feeling I was after. If he really was a very rigid person when it came to sex, I wouldn't want him. There's not much point in . I know that if I loosened up a little, I'd have many men. A woman's advantage is that it's much easier for her to find a man to sleep with than for a man. 　　At noon, Yunyun treated me to McDonald's, and she returned home laden with bags of groceries, while I went home empty-handed. My finances simply didn't allow me to spend money recklessly. Before I even reached my doorstep, I saw Chengbin standing alone downstairs, looking dazed. My heart leaped with joy. He still had feelings for me, and it wasn't just a one-night stand. I flashed a sweet smile and hurried toward him. He saw me and excitedly said, "You're finally back! I've been waiting for you for so long . I'm so sorry about last night; I borrowed a friend's car, and I absolutely had to return it tonight." 　　He was dressed casually, clean and simple, the clothes of which were of very high quality and well-matched—clearly not cheap . Looking at his well-defined features and clean-shaven face, I felt he was even more handsome than before. I thought, this is the man I've slept with, and now I have him again, even if it's only temporary. A feeling of happiness welled up inside me. I smiled and said, "It's okay, come upstairs to my place." 　　Once inside, he handed me a cell phone, saying, "I bought this for you this morning, and I also bought you a SIM card and topped it up with 200 yuan. It'll be easier for us to contact each other now. I hope you like it." 　　I was overjoyed, not because of the phone itself—although I'd always wanted one but never had the money—but because his gesture showed he cared about me and was very thoughtful. "You're so good to me," I said, then hugged him tightly and kissed him passionately. My heart was fluttering again. As I kissed him, I thought, "Now I should..."

"How wonderful it would be to do it once." He was also very aroused at this moment, kissing my lips passionately. We held each other tightly, and

I whispered in his ear, "Let's take a shower together." I don't know where I got the courage to say these

words; I simply couldn't control my desire. He happily agreed, and despite the rather

cold , he quickly stripped off all his clothes. Of course, I wasn't any slower than him.

We kissed and hugged each other while enjoying the warmth of the shower. I'm a very smart woman; surely

there's a way to fulfill my sexual fantasies? I subtly hinted to him, "You look really manly,

you know? I hate men who aren't manly. I like men with a strong sense of masculinity, not

men without their own opinions." I don't know if he understood what I meant, but what I meant was that a man with a strong sense of masculinity

should be self-centered, not consider my feelings, not care whether I like it or not, and should

willingly press my head down to his crotch and say, "Suck my penis." He could even make some unreasonable demands.

He didn't do that. I know some women don't like oral sex on men. Maybe he was trying to

respect me, but he didn't know that during sex, the last thing I need is respect!

I had to take the initiative. I took the soap and said, "I've washed you." I rubbed a lot of soap on his penis

, holding his hard genitals with both hands. It felt so good. I rubbed it back and forth, until I

reached to his crotch and gently touched his anus with my middle finger. He trembled slightly, and his expression

made me ecstatic. I rubbed the soap on his anus, feeling the soft,

abundant I liked it. I thought that if I ever had the chance to lick his anus, I would definitely lick

the hair around it properly and taste it.

I took the showerhead and rinsed his genitals thoroughly. I slowly squatted down, pretending to

carefully wash his penis, even though it was already clean. I was just hesitating whether I should kiss it.

His strong, erect penis, a symbol of masculine dignity, was right before my eyes. I looked closely. This was a man

's mysterious place, this was my favorite, this was where a man urinates. When I thought about this

, I felt an indescribable excitement. I didn't care if the sky fell, I didn't care

what Cheng Bin did . Look at me! I went up and took his penis into my mouth. Ah, the world is so wonderful! I

've never felt so happy before. It tastes so good! I actually put his genitals into my mouth, and I

felt an inexplicable surge of joy. I sucked desperately, trying my best not to let my teeth get on his penis. His strong

hands started stroking my head, and he let out comfortable moans. I felt even better. I used the tip of my tongue

to lick every part of his glans very carefully, not wanting to miss a single spot. I desperately

sucked on the precum flowing from his glans. Although it had no taste, I felt an intense pleasure. Squatting was too tiring,

so I simply knelt in front of him. That way, I wouldn't have to worry about my sore calves while I was sucking. I held his buttocks with both hands, directing his

body to move back and forth. What a wonderful position! This was him doing my mouth. I liked it; it felt more

manly. Cheng Bin didn't seem to be a blockhead. With my slight guidance, he skillfully did it. He grabbed my hair

with one hand, placed the other on his hip, and swayed his body back and forth. His adorable

penis went in and out of my mouth. I loved this position so much. I felt extremely satisfied, and I

was almost... I reached my climax, and I think it was related to the fact that I hadn't had sex with a man in a long time. I tried

to get his penis down my throat, and my hands didn't stop either. At this moment, I

put my right index finger into his anus. I'm a slut, a resentful woman who needs to be fucked. At this moment, I didn't care about anything. He

didn't reject my index finger. While enjoying the pleasure of sucking his penis, I desperately pushed my index finger

deeper into his anus, imitating how he used his penis to insert into my mouth, moving my finger back and forth in his anus. My index finger

was almost completely inside. Seeing that he didn't react, I didn't care.

He suddenly pushed my head out and took his lovely penis out of my mouth. How could I bear to let him take it

out? My mouth followed his penis everywhere, trying hard to keep it in. He still insisted on taking it out,

saying, "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to ejaculate if I don't come out soon." Actually, I really hoped that he would ejaculate into my mouth like that.

Drinking the semen flowing from his penis would be my greatest pleasure. "Fine, at least I've let go of this step.

I'll have plenty of time to savor his penis when we get to bed." At this moment, I pulled my finger out of his anus

. I knelt before him, looking up at

him

. He looked down at me. I put the index finger I'd just inserted into his anus into my mouth, sucking on it hungrily, my expression one of ecstasy, as if I were eating the world's best lollipop. I stared intently at him, feeling incredibly satisfied. My heart was pounding. I loved this

expression, loved licking his finger, loved this feeling, loved it so much! His face was already flushed. I

knew it wasn't shyness, it was over-excitement. When I see a man so excited, I get even more

excited myself. After a while, he calmed down, revealing a strange smile. I knew I'd stirred his emotions.

I was waiting for his tricks. If you don't have any, I'll be really unhappy. (End of Chapter One)

—{The Poppy of Desire}

—Chapter Two

This time he didn't carry me to bed. We dried ourselves off and practically carried each other into the bedroom.

My bedroom isn't large, but it's tastefully decorated. The most prominent feature is a large,

soft, and comfortable bed, with our wedding photo from many years ago on the headboard.

He pressed me onto the bed, his strong body pressing against mine, our skin touching. I could clearly feel

his heartbeat. He spread my arms and placed them on either side of me, his broad, warm chest pressing tightly against my breasts

. We looked into each other's eyes, without shyness, like a couple who had been separated for a long time and were now reunited. He kissed my

forehead, my eyes, the bridge of my nose, and softly asked, "Do you think I'm a man?"

I was enjoying his passionate kisses and vaguely replied, "You are a man." Actually, he was far from my image of

a man .

I teased him, asking, "Do you like me now, or yesterday?"

He released my hands and began to knead my breasts. His strong hands couldn't hold them properly.

My breasts were indeed quite large, and his kneading made my whole body go weak. It had been a long time since anyone had so attentively caressed my

breasts. Perhaps it was my wanton behavior during the shower that made me feel so good now.

Only then did he answer, "I like the real you. I'm willing to be with you as long as you like it."

I understood what he meant; the first part was a mature answer, the second part was seduction. I didn't say anything. Now

wasn't the time for conversation, it was my time to enjoy myself. I removed his hands, gesturing for him to lie down, and I climbed on

top of him. I wanted to enjoy the prey that heaven had given me, like a hungry she-wolf.

I kissed his lips, but didn't kiss him back, not wanting to waste time on his head. Then I quickly

took his nipple into my mouth. He looked very comfortable. Although I really wanted to bury my head between his legs,

I didn't want to imagine myself like the women in porn movies who immediately take a man's penis into their mouths. I sucked on his nipple for a while,

then deliberately stuck out my tongue and licked down from his nipple. I liked it when men watched me do this to them; I

licked very carefully. Slowly, I licked between his legs. My heart raced, and my mouth watered.

I was about to taste a man's genitals. I had longed for this moment for so long. I held his hard penis and

gently stroked my face with the glans, savoring this hard-won pleasure. This was mine! I was overjoyed. This wasn't

a dream; it was real. I rubbed the glans against my lips, just like I would when applying lipstick,

carefully meticulously.

He knew how to enjoy it. He picked up a pillow, placed it behind his back, and leaned back, watching my performance. I

knew his expression told me he was enjoying it immensely. I stuck out my tongue and licked the glans, focusing mainly on his

urethra. I had practiced this scene many times during masturbation, but this time it was real. I wanted him

to see me licking his penis with my tongue, so I kept my tongue out very long.

He looked at me excitedly and pinched my cheek, asking, "You like this, right?"

I nodded and said, "I feel great right now." Then I took his penis into my mouth.

My mouth felt full and comfortable; I loved this feeling so much. If he asked me now, "What's your

favorite ?" I would tell him without hesitation, "The most delicious thing in the world is your penis." Unfortunately, he

didn't ask me that. But I really wanted him to ask me. I felt that answering him would give me pleasure, a very strong

pleasure.

A man's genitals. To me, they truly are delicious, not because of their taste, but because of

the psychological pleasure. Having his penis in my mouth, looking at his thick thighs, was an immense happiness. Maybe I

'm just a male nymphomaniac, maybe I'm just this kind of lewd.

I spat out his penis because there were still many other parts I wanted to explore. Two years of sexual frustration had made

me obsessed with every part of a man's groin. I carefully licked around his penis, not wanting to miss a

single inch . I meticulously licked his scrotum, carefully taking one testicle into my mouth, then

the other, burying my head between his legs, licking the area between his scrotum and anus

with my tongue, kissing it passionately. I didn't care about his reaction anymore, making him lie on his side so his buttocks were fully exposed to

me.

I couldn't contain my excitement, kissing his

buttocks . His anus was fully revealed before my eyes. The dark, sparse ring of anal hair around his anus

was even more sexy and stimulating than I had imagined. When my tongue entered his anus, I was intoxicated. This

was the life I needed. I felt dizzy, as if my breath was about to stop. I licked frantically, continuing

to forcefully , so that my tongue could penetrate even deeper into his anus. Cheng Bin had probably never experienced a woman like me before. He trembled all over, panting heavily, and the groans

emanating from his throat only excited me more. I liked him being happy. If he didn't like me licking his anus, I wouldn't be happy either. I really liked men who had a particular fondness for women licking their anuses. 　　I felt great. If I could, I could lick all night without being satisfied. I was so excited I was about to climax. 　　At this moment, Cheng Bin seemed unable to withstand this intense stimulation and made me remove my mouth from his anus. I wasn't ! How could I bear to leave? I knew he definitely wanted to insert his penis into my vagina now, thrusting wildly. No, I gently bit the folds of skin on his anus with my teeth and licked the anal hairs around his anus with the tip of my tongue, ignoring him and continuing to enjoy my pleasure. 　　"Let me fuck you, I can't hold back anymore," he said excitedly and anxiously. "Don't panic," I said in a sweet voice "I want to kiss you too." 　　A man should be considerate of a woman at crucial moments. He had no choice but to let me do as I pleased. I made a man enjoy such pleasure, and he actually wanted me to stop. I said ingratiatingly, "Are you comfortable? As long as you like it and feel comfortable, I'll do anything you want." 　　"Really? I want to ejaculate in your mouth, can you swallow it?" He started to get bolder and dared to express his thoughts. That was good. 　　I've never drunk semen before, not even my husband's. When I'm alone and lonely, and masturbate, I've fantasized about drinking a man's semen, imagining many different ways to do it. My favorite is of the man standing, me between his legs, head tilted back, mouth wide open, watching his semen shoot out of his penis. And this man is very careful not to shoot off-target; he has to aim straight for my mouth . I fantasize about swallowing every last drop, and then thanking him gratefully. 　　But now I'm licking his anus, and it feels really good. I'm really torn. 　　I was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold on and would ejaculate, meaning my first time swallowing semen would have to wait until next time. Reluctantly, I removed my mouth from his anus and said to him, "Put it inside me first, but please don't ejaculate inside!" 　　He nodded excitedly, then suddenly climbed on top of me, holding me tightly, and quickly inserted his penis into my vagina, thrusting pleasurably. He was completely different from his refined demeanor in the office; he was a wild beast. His movements were fierce and powerful, making my whole body tingle with pleasure . It was a completely different kind of pleasure than giving him oral sex or licking his anus. This was a strong physical pleasure, equally comfortable, giving me a feeling of being in a trance . At that moment, I even consciously thought for the first time what it would be like if a man were on top of me and fucking my mouth right now.

I was the happiest woman in the world. I was completely driven mad by Cheng Bin's penis thrusting in and out. While enjoying the pleasure,

I continued to fantasize. I felt like a really lewd woman, but at that moment, nothing else mattered

except the pleasure. I remember there was a saying that described me well: the more depraved I became, the happier I was. I moaned

while worrying that he would ejaculate inside my vagina. I weakly reminded him not to ejaculate inside.

"No, now you'll see how powerful I am."

The immense pleasure I had already experienced was overwhelmed by his current vigorous thrusting. I ejaculated rapidly,

reaching orgasm, almost the longest orgasm I had ever had. He continued to thrust wildly. It was

strange even though I had just reached orgasm, I still felt a lot of pleasure. With his rhythmic thrusting, I

became excited again. It wasn't as wildly exciting as the first time, but it was enough to make me feel like I was dying of pleasure. It's so good to be a woman.

He suddenly stopped and said, "Quick, I'm going to cum." He quickly pulled out his penis, climbed up, and put it in my mouth.

My heart started racing, and I felt a strange, exciting panic. I rushed to meet his mouth

, taking his wet penis into my mouth. I didn't care about anything else; I desperately wanted to drink his semen. I

tightly , my tongue pressing against the glans. I didn't want to swallow it all at once; I wanted to taste

the semen flowing from a man's genitals. A warm current surged onto my tongue, sticky and increasing. I

sucked and began to swallow, feeling an indescribable pleasure. Slowly, the pleasure subsided, and he let out a long sigh.

I swirled the remaining semen in my mouth a few times; it had no taste, so I swallowed it. I realized I had fallen in love with

drinking a man's semen. It wasn't because it tasted so good, but because semen was something that flowed from a man's penis. The psychological feeling of

drinking it and swallowing it was strangely wonderful. I then cleaned his penis with my mouth, even licking away

the few drops of semen that later seeped from the glans . I really enjoyed doing this; I wanted to show a man how much I cared about his semen. 　　I no longer cared about his opinion. Whatever he thought of me—whether he called me slutty or considerate —it didn't matter. I could see from his gaze that he appreciated me this way; he couldn't live without me, at least not for the foreseeable future. 　　"I've never had such good sex in my life. Meeting you is truly my blessing," he said sincerely. I ignored him and said coquettishly, "You're done, you're satisfied, so you're leaving me? I'm only halfway there, what am I going to do?" 　　He looked at his penis, which was slowly softening, and said shyly, "Wait for me for about 10 minutes, and I can give you another round." 　　Not wanting to show my dissatisfaction, I said ingratiatingly, "You did a fantastic job today, I'm so happy , I don't want you to tire yourself out." 　　He still said shyly, "Then what will you do?" 　　"I can masturbate myself until I orgasm," I said, too embarrassed to say the word "masturbation" in front of him, but we both understood what it meant. I positioned myself on the bed in my usual masturbation position. He lay beside me. I played with my clitoris with one hand and caressed his body haphazardly with the other. He held my head and kissed my lips passionately. I stuck out my tongue and kissed him while masturbating. As my hand moved faster , I was almost in a daze. I was so excited, my thoughts were starting to get muddled, and I said to him incoherently: "Put it in my mouth," 　　I said, pointing at his penis with my free hand. He understood, immediately got up, and put his limp penis into my mouth. I took it all in, because it wasn't as big as when it was erect anymore. I sucked desperately, hoping something would come out for me to drink. Combined with my confused and excited feelings, I felt better and better, more and more excited. I spat out his penis and frantically gestured for him to turn around, because I desperately wanted to lick his anus. He was smart; he actually turned around, even spreading his buttocks open with his hands, presenting his anus to my mouth. My whole body trembled, my legs stretched straight. I frantically licked his anus, desperately sucking on it, while my hand moved faster. My soul had left my body. In a state of extreme shock, I reached a pleasurable orgasm, the pleasure no less than the first time, but the feeling was different. God, what kind of woman am I? I don't know. I actually reached orgasm while licking a man's anus, and it was incredibly pleasurable and pleasurable. That's the kind of woman I am. 　　It was all masturbation, but the feeling was completely different from masturbating alone. It turns out that having a man beside you to satisfy your fantasies is actually quite pleasurable! 　　He stared at me intently, as if discovering a new continent. I thought my actions might change his future views on sex . 　　"You're such a wonderful woman," he said, looking at me. I didn't answer him, but looked at his penis and said, "Wow, yours got hard again so quickly." 　　"I think any man would have gotten hard in that situation, maybe even those with erectile dysfunction," 　　I smiled. "I'm your woman now, it's my responsibility to help you." After saying that, I lowered my head and kissed his penis. 　　Although I had just reached orgasm twice in a row, I still felt a attraction to his penis, just not as , but at least there wasn't any aversion. 　　With a seductive smile, I said, "Let me suck it out for you. You can do it in my mouth, okay?" 　　He smiled, walked to the sofa, lit a cigarette, spread his legs wide, pointed at my head, then at his penis. His movements were really dashing. Seeing his sexy sitting posture, head tilted, cigarette , legs wide open for me, his penis erect and pointing at me, my chest started to heat up again. Ah, so manly! I immediately knelt down between his legs, grabbed his penis with both hands, and sucked it greedily. I got excited again, feeling great. I knew I was doomed. I'm a sex maniac. If this continued, I would kill him. Oh well, I'll just suck out his semen. Anyway, it's afternoon now, he can't escape . Thinking of this, I happily ate his penis, sucking it carefully. 　　He was excited, exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at me, and said the words I most wanted to hear: "Is it good?" 　　I was so happy, and I quickly replied in a fawning tone, "Your penis is the best thing I've ever eaten in my life!"

"Xi, your semen is the best drink I've ever had in my life." I was so flustered that I actually blurted out

the word "penis." Countless times I've murmured "I want to eat penis" while masturbating, but in front of him I've always said "

your little brother." My face instantly turned red, not because of the lewd words I said, but simply because I

swore .

He didn't seem to notice; he seemed pleased with what I said, and my words aroused him. He stood up

, threw away his cigarette, pressed his hands against my head, and used my mouth as a vagina, starting to thrust wildly. His glans was pressed against

my throat, making it a little difficult to breathe, but I didn't make a sound. On the contrary, I enjoyed it all. His movements became faster and faster,

and suddenly he roared, his semen spraying into my throat. I quickly swallowed it; this time it was much less than last time.

My desire had been aroused by him, but unfortunately, he ejaculated too little, not enough to satisfy me. Oh well, it's over now.

The thought of making love again tonight excites me.

"That felt so good," he kissed my forehead as I squatted on the floor, then left me to wash up in the bathroom. I

sat alone on the sofa, still aroused by the passion that had just ignited within me.

There wasn't enough semen; I kept thinking about how he hadn't ejaculated enough, and I hadn't drunk enough—it wasn't satisfying. My hand

unconsciously went to my labia.

Just then, I heard Cheng Bin urinate into the urinal from the bathroom. My heart skipped a beat; I felt tense, my breathing

became rapid, and I suddenly thought how wonderful it would be to drink some of his urine. It would definitely be incredibly stimulating and

exciting .

This was the first time I'd ever had the thought of drinking a man's urine. Before, I'd only ever wanted to drink semen. I never imagined I was

such a pervert. I resolved never to tell Cheng Bin, to keep it buried deep inside, unless he specifically asked

me to drink it. I didn't want to go too far in our wonderful sex. I knew this was different from swallowing semen or licking anus, so

I would hide my thoughts…

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