[Last night, she had an affair and reached her climax for the first time.]

Counting on my fingers, including the beautiful woman from last night, I've slept with a total of 18 women. I've read many

posts, and I don't know if it's just sour grapes or what, but seeing your post,

anyone with even a hint of a romantic encounter is immediately labeled as fantasizing. I have a lot to say about this. But we can't control what others

say , but I hope these pointless topics won't appear in my thread. If possible,

I will write down the stories of all 18 women, as a kind of self-reflection.

I hope everyone will support me, thank you!

Enough of the chit-chat, let's get to the point.

Meeting her was purely accidental. In the NetEase city chat room, I think my city is the worst.

All sorts of random names are there, the most prominent feature being the abundance of "gay." After chatting for a while, thinking I was about

to have a romantic encounter, just as passion was stirring, I found out she was a man. Ugh, that was disgusting. Some

names are too explicit, like "I Want to Fuck You Today" or "Kiss Your Lower Lips." The direct

consequence of these people is that they scare away all the beautiful women, bringing very unfavorable consequences to us more cunning wolves. So

I usually just hang out, browsing other people's posts and fantasizing, haha...

The other day I was reading a guy's "Peacock," it was well-written, and my lower body immediately started thinking,

my penis standing erect like an iron rod. My hand involuntarily went up. Just as I was panting heavily, about to ejaculate, I heard

a message notification. I knew someone was talking to me. I didn't want to reply, I was enjoying myself, but then I thought, what if

it's a beautiful woman? I should check first. So I suppressed my urges, opened the page, and saw: Hmm, nice name, elegant

woman . I like it.

I'm a seasoned chat enthusiast, and I quickly learned her details: female (obviously), 28

years old, married for three years, no children, 172cm tall (a classic slender figure, my favorite),

105kg (wow, that's a killer figure, though I'm not entirely convinced), a doctor, with straight hair just past her shoulders.

Most importantly, I even got her phone number! I was ecstatic; I definitely had a chance! Her workplace

wasn't too far from mine, only a half-hour taxi ride… Why did I know so much? Because last night,

after we had sex, when she was in my arms, I asked her, and she said it was her fourth time in a chat room. Before, she'd only encountered

perverts (hehe, she didn't know I was one too, because I acted so sophisticated)

,

who would immediately ask if she wanted to do it, how much per time—she was fed up with it all. With such concrete information, I began my careful approach. I'd send her text messages now and then,

always with affectionate and tender words. Within a few days, I said I wanted to visit her. That day she

was on the night shift . I had a few drinks and drove to see her. Why the drinks? To embolden myself

and have an excuse for doing something outrageous afterwards. When I got to her office, my first impression of her was that she was beautiful. She was

stunningly beautiful—tall, beautiful, and with a fantastic figure!

I knew I couldn't be too impulsive, so I chatted about all sorts of things. Later, I mentioned I was thirsty, and she went into the inner room to

get me water in her own cup. I was secretly delighted and followed her. Her duty room was a suite, with an

inner and outer section—a brilliant design; I have to thank the designer… I

gently hugged her waist from behind. I felt her body tremble slightly, but she didn't resist. I grew bolder, and

my hands became restless, slipping inside her clothes and slowly moving upwards… Her breasts stood proudly erect;

I could feel their fullness and firmness even through her bra. I tried to unhook her bra, but she grabbed my hand, starting

to pant, and said I couldn't do it like that, to wait a bit…

Then she walked away. I thought she was angry, but it turned out she was locking the door. I immediately became highly aroused

. After she locked the door, I immediately picked her up and carried her into the inner room. She struggled in my arms,

hitting my chest with her small hands. Inside, there was a single bed, very short,

a bit cramped for my 178cm height. But I thought as long as I could penetrate, it didn't matter how short it was; standing up wasn't a bad way to enter.

I gently laid her flat on the bed and began kissing her forehead and ears. When I got to her lips, I took a deep

breath and kissed her deeply. Her breathing became noticeably heavier, accompanied by soft moans… My

hands weren't idle either, slipping inside her clothes to knead her firm, full breasts…

I felt my penis was about to burst through my pants, so I freed one hand to undo her belt. But

then she firmly grabbed my hand, preventing me from continuing. She gasped, "No, this is the duty room,

patients will definitely come soon… and there are so many people in the hospital, it won't work…" I said it was fine, it was almost

midnight, there wouldn't be any patients, but she still wouldn't let go. I continued kissing her, feeling her

desire growing stronger…

Just then, I heard voices and footsteps in the corridor. She immediately got up, straightened her clothes and

hair , glared at me, and went out. I quickly followed her out, sat at the desk,

and picked up a book, pretending to read. Sure enough, there was a knock at the door, and she opened it just then. Two young men came in.

I saw they were covered in blood, their clothes covered in mud and grass clippings; I figured they must have been in a fight. She made

them sit down and asked what happened. The two young men said they had fallen off their motorcycles. She gave them a quick check and

said they needed stitches, and told them to get some anesthesia. As soon as they left, I couldn't wait to hug her again. She

gently pushed me away and said, "I can't today. They need stitches and a simple surgery. Go home and

we'll contact each other later." I said, "No, I want to wait until you finish your surgery." She smiled and said, "Don't be silly, it's so late.

Besides, I'm really not feeling well today." I stuck out my tongue: "Is my period here?" She said, "Yes." I

thought to myself , "What bad

luck. Oh well, I'll talk to you another day. These two damn patients, of all times, have to come." And "Auntie," she said, "you're such a pain." I could only give her a light kiss on her beautiful lips and

drive home. Back in bed, I couldn't sleep, so I had to masturbate to solve the problem. Damn it.

Let me introduce myself first. I'm male (duh), 26 years old, not unconscious (fully conscious

), 178cm tall, 136kg, with an athlete's physique. As for looks,

nine out of say I'm good-looking. The other one is severely nearsighted; you have to get very close to see my features clearly, which might be considered taking advantage of me.

No. These all provided me with absolutely powerful weapons for picking up girls. I have a principle when it comes to picking up girls: I

generally , afraid of being pestered;

I don't pick up girls who are too young, they're not very interesting; I don't pick up professional service girls ("chickens"), afraid of getting diseases; I don't pick up girls who are too old, afraid I'll break them apart...

Of course, when I was very young, I didn't have these principles; these are all lessons

learned , just for your reference, fellow wolves. My first time was with an older woman, damn it, seriously unpleasant,

I still regret it now.

Anyway, let's get back to the point. Last Sunday, she texted me asking what I was doing, and I said I was thinking of her.

Actually, I was drooling and fantasizing at the time. She said, "If you're free, come pick me up, I'm in a bad mood today,

how about we go for a drive?" Of course, she invited me, wouldn't I run faster than a rabbit?

In less than half an hour, I was downstairs at her building. One phone call, and she

jumped and skipped . Where to? I was determined to find a quiet place. I

'd tried was incredibly passionate. It looked like I could try it again today. We got on the airport expressway, then

veered off a side road to a small river. It wasn't far from the highway, but it was incredibly quiet. Plus, my car

had tinted windows, so from a distance, no one could see inside. We stopped the car and tacitly settled

into the back seat. That's the advantage of an SUV—you can go anywhere, and the back seat is spacious, perfect for sex.

I held her tightly in my arms, my heart pounding. Her hair was so black,

smooth . Kissing her lips, neck, shoulders, and back, she smelled wonderful, it felt amazing. I strictly followed

a post a friend wrote: don't go straight to the point, play it safe first…

To my excitement, she

unhooked . Her nipples were already erect, like two grapes. I didn't hesitate to grab them with my mouth and start sucking. Her other

hand caressed her other breast. I could hear her breathing getting heavier in my ear…

Just as I was about to take the next step, she stopped, saying, “Baby, I’m sorry, today is the real day of my period

. I was just kidding the other day because I was afraid you’d make too much noise in the duty room…” I was really dizzy. She told me to put my hand

between her legs, and when I touched it, sure enough, she had put on something like a sanitary pad… and my little penis was rock hard

. I said, “What should I do?” She saw my disappointment and said, “I’ll help you with my hand, and I can even

kiss it…” After her efforts, I ejaculated…

Then she started working, and I couldn’t get a chance to meet her. Yesterday afternoon, she suddenly said she had to go on a business trip and

might not be back for several days. I panicked. I had finally waited for her period to end, and now she

was leaving too! Was this going to kill me? I immediately texted: “Are you free tonight?” She replied: “You’re not going to make me

do it with you in the car, are you?” I don't like it, I prefer a big bed... I said okay, I'll book a hotel tonight,

come over . Reply: I'm so nervous, can you wait until I get back? Of course not... After my persistent pleading

, she finally agreed. I jumped for joy, you know, I haven't had my period for a week, not even a vaginal stimulant

, I just wanted to give her the perfect feeling.

In the evening, I went to a banquet first. Those guys didn't care at all that I had an important event that night, they kept

pouring me drinks, but I gritted my teeth and resolutely stopped after drinking about 4 liang (my standard alcohol tolerance is 6 liang,

any more and I feel uncomfortable). Around 8 o'clock, I pretended to take a phone call, then told them my boss wanted to see me,

and quickly left.

Although we weren't very far apart, I still thought it would be more

suitable . First, it's safer, I usually won't run into acquaintances, and second, the environment there is also nice.

I hailed a taxi, gave her the name of a hotel, and then immediately texted her. Almost simultaneously, I received a text from her

saying she had just finished work and asked where I was. I said I was on my way to the hotel. She said she'd be there soon and asked if I could register for a room with my local

ID . I was thrilled to hear that, which meant she really hadn't booked a room with anyone else (men are

so selfish). I was as excited as if I were on my first date with a woman. We had kissed and touched before, but

we hadn't actually been together, and soon I would have her almost perfect body—I was so damn

happy !

Because it was the off-season, the room rates were 65% off, which was great. It seemed like this was the best season for booking a room.

Unfortunately, there were no single rooms available, only standard rooms. A standard room is fine, anyway, neither of us is overweight,

and we only planned to use it for sex, not for staying overnight. Room 209, the innermost room, not bad, so she wouldn't be

too loud and someone would hear. After paying and getting the key card, I checked my pockets and found I only had cigarettes, no lighter, so I went out and bought

a lighter. I texted her my room number as fast as I could, rushed into the room, sat on the sofa, and

patiently waited for her.

I'd only smoked half a cigarette when there was a knock at the door. To me, it was like the most beautiful music.

I opened the door , and she rushed in, head down. I stubbed out my cigarette before she came in, grabbed her, and kissed her

passionately. She must have dressed up carefully; she smelled a faint perfume.

I'd smelled that lovely scent in the car that day. She said she'd spent the whole day at the hospital and smelled of

disinfectant , so she always showered and put on perfume before going out. Her hair was half-dry, vibrant and

beautiful.

She was already limp. I carried her to the bed and helped her undress. She blushed. She asked me

to run the bathwater first. I didn't stand on ceremony and stripped completely naked. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell

she really liked my body; she kept stealing glances at me… Unfortunately, the bathwater

was very weak, so a romantic bath was out of the question. I could only carefully wash myself down there and call it a day. Just then, she came in, wearing a bra

and panties. The full, firm breasts encased in the bra made my mouth water. The panties were even more alluring—

black with lace trim, a few pubic hairs peeking out playfully—it was irresistible!

She knew I was watching her and blushed as she shooed me out. I grinned and said, "Let me take your

clothes out," but she said, "Go ahead, I can do it myself." I laughed and backed out, pulling the covers over myself and listening to her

showering. I thought to myself, "Why is she still showering after just having a bath?" Later, I realized she must have been inside…

She touched her sensitive areas with her hands; otherwise, why would she be so wet down there as soon as we got into bed? It was practically

a …

I kissed away the water droplets on her body little by little, then kissed my way down her forehead. Her figure was absolutely

amazing; besides my third partner, she was probably the best. A round butt, high

and firm breasts, a flat stomach, long and slender legs… She tilted her head back forcefully, making her already slender

neck look even longer. She let out a captivating moan… I kissed her while my hands roamed over her body, and

soon she got a little impatient, forgetting all about shyness, and grabbed my penis, pulling it down towards her. I

mumbled that I hadn't kissed her enough, that I hadn't kissed her down there yet, but she absolutely refused to let me kiss her down there. She

pulled me onto her. At this moment, my penis was also incredibly hard, and I thrust it straight into her peach blossom cave…

After all, she was a woman who had never given birth, and her breasts were very tight. Before this, she had told me

to be gentle and slow during intercourse, saying, "Your thing is so big, I'm scared..." But after drinking, I completely

forgot. Perhaps I used too much force, because she suddenly straightened her back and gasped. I didn't dare move,

lying on top of her, asking if it hurt. She nodded and then shook her head, saying, "It's okay, you can move." I

gently began to thrust... Her moans gradually grew louder, until they were almost screams. I

was terrified and quickly covered her mouth. She realized it too, pulling a pillow and biting it...

After about ten minutes, suddenly her eyes widened, and she stopped breathing. I felt

a ; I knew she had reached the peak of pleasure. So I thrust deeply into her,

motionless, feeling her passion and her climax... I felt my penis was about to burst... I lay on top of her,

afraid to move...

After about half a minute, she let out a long breath, drenched in sweat. She hugged me tightly, as if afraid

I would run away. Suddenly she burst into tears, her face streaked with sobs. I was startled, thinking I'd done something wrong

or hurt her. But she said that in all her years as a woman, married for three years, she

'd never experienced such a near-death feeling… I lowered my head and kissed her…

After a while, she felt my penis still throbbing. She pushed me away, turned around, knelt on

the bed, and guided my penis back in with one hand. She encouraged me, saying, "Hit me with all your might!" I

love this position, thrusting straight in… Holding her round buttocks, listening to the sounds of flesh against flesh,

the wet sounds of our bodies merging, her beautiful moans, I was almost going crazy… Probably less than five

minutes , I heard her almost desperate screams again, and I

surrendered all my savings from the week…

After the passion subsided, she nestled in my arms, and I lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag. I found post-coital

cigarettes incredibly comforting. One hand around her slender waist, the other holding a cigarette, puffing out smoke—the feeling

was truly exquisite. She said, "Baby, you must be exhausted. You're amazing. I feel a little

pain down there..." I laughed and said, "After I finish this cigarette, I can make you feel that pain again." Her mouth formed an "O": "Really

? You're really that amazing?" I chuckled mischievously, "Of course." She said, "You're really amazing, baby. I've

never felt so good before. It's worth dying for." I said, "You're such a silly girl (I have a habit

of calling all beautiful women, whether older or younger than me, 'silly girl,' it makes me feel very accomplished). If you let

me kiss you down there, you'll feel even better." She shook her head firmly and said, "No, I don't like it."

She said, "Baby, you smoke first, I'm going to wash up." When she finished washing and appeared before me naked,

my little penis immediately started to stir again. She lifted my blanket, lowered her head, and suddenly took my little

penis into her mouth. I was startled and quickly pushed her away: "I haven't washed yet, it's dirty!" She removed my hand and stood

by the bed to give me a blowjob. My penis, which wasn't very hard before, suddenly became rock hard again. After a while, she let out

a long breath and leaned over the bed. I jumped off the bed and hugged her from behind, entering her

beautiful body again...

This time it lasted longer, probably half an hour. I don't know how many times she orgasmed;

her voice sounded a little hoarse from moaning. There wasn't much fluid left inside, and it felt even tighter. I

gave her all the remaining semen...

After we finished, I didn't have the strength to get back into bed, and she collapsed on the carpet. I pulled the blanket off the bed and

covered us. We just hugged each other like that, neither of us had the strength to speak. I felt like my legs

weren't even my own anymore, trembling and unresponsive...

After a long time, she said, "Baby, let's go, it's getting too late." I said, "Okay, you go first, I'll

check out in a minute." I quickly cleaned up the mess and found a large wet patch on the sheet. I covered it with the blanket and went to

the front desk to check out.

The receptionist rushed into our room without saying a word. I knew she was checking to see if

anything was missing. What really annoyed me was that she came back with a grim face and said, "There's blood on the sheet. Either

you wash it yourself, or you can't get your ten-yuan room key deposit back." I opened my mouth, wanting to say it

wasn't blood, but how could I explain that to a young girl? Damn it, I casually tossed the room key on the counter: Take it or leave

it! My legs trembling, I went downstairs and left. Damn it, I didn't have the energy to wash the sheet!

As I stepped outside, I saw her standing not far away, the wind ruffling her medium-length hair;

she was still so beautiful. I offered to take her home. She resolutely refused. I pulled her into a taxi, saying, "

How can I not take you home? It's so late, what if something happens?" But she hadn't walked 50 meters when she told the driver to stop.

No matter what I said, she wouldn't let me take her home, telling me to just remember the license plate number. She texted me as soon as she got home.

Less than 20 minutes later, the text came: "Baby, I'm home. Thank you for such a passionate

night . Goodnight, kisses!"

This morning, she boarded a plane to Guangzhou for a business trip… I've decided that I will never sleep with anyone else before she gets back, and I won't touch any other woman. I want to experience that crazy pleasure

with her again …

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