Bringing a woman home once

I finally couldn't resist and invited Ai Ai to my house again, where we had sex for the fifth time. I've talked about Ai Ai's story here

before , so I won't repeat it here.

Recently, my relationship with Ai Ai has entered a new honeymoon phase after a period of icy silence.

Since the day we left my house together last month, I hadn't heard from her for two weeks. Finally, I couldn't

resist contacting her. Last Saturday, I asked her to meet up. While we were eating, she got up to go to the bathroom

and secretly put a pack of tissues on her person. A thought struck me. When she came back, I asked, "Aren't you

scared if you don't have your period?" She probably didn't expect me to ask that and blushed a little, saying, "Well, I'll tell you, I

haven't gotten my period yet." Hearing this, I was startled. Looking at her serious expression, it didn't seem like she was

joking . I said, "Really?" "Yes." I hoped she would tell me she was just teasing me, but

she kept emphasizing it. I became nervous and uneasy, stammering for a long time, not knowing what to say. She finally let me off the hook,

saying, "I was just kidding, I got my period a while ago." I breathed a sigh of relief. "So, if I really am pregnant, what will you

do?" she asked again. Women are like that, always so... I glanced at her, pondering how to

answer this tricky question. Her eyes were filled with expectation and eagerness. I knew my answer was

important and to our relationship. I composed myself and said, "What can I do? Do you want to give

birth?" "Of course not. What will you do then?" I knew she didn't want to say the word "abortion," but I understood her

meaning . "If that's the case, I'll stay with you. I'll take time off work to be with you." My tone was firm and

decisive. I was satisfied with what I said, and she seemed satisfied with my answer as well. "Then everyone around you will

know, right?" I knew she meant my wife by "everyone around you." She didn't want to mention it. That's just how she is.

When she's with me, she rarely brings up my family, and she never asks. Sometimes when I bring it up, she

always seems uninterested. Maybe that's just her personality. I pretended to be clueless and said, "What's the big deal?

Who would know if I didn't tell them? Besides, we men are on the same page when it comes to these things." She giggled

. After their conversation, my heart raced. The topic aroused my penis and reignited my sexual

desire. We never talked about sex when we weren't in bed, and we rarely even joked about it. This was the first time,

so I felt a surge of desire, especially when they talked about her pregnancy. It reminded me of the time I penetrated her twice without a

condom . Her warm, moist vagina inevitably made my penis hard. I even wanted to take her

home right away and have sex with her properly, but there wasn't enough time. I had to deal with my wife that afternoon. I took a sip of my drink and

forced myself to calm down. "Let's change the subject," she smiled.

We ate until 3 AM, and the restaurant was practically empty. We left the restaurant, and I knew

she had to go to her night shift at 5 PM, so we walked towards her house. When we were almost at her

building, I said, "Don't you go to work at 5? I'll stay with you a little longer... oh no, you stay with me a little longer

." "Okay!" she readily agreed, perhaps waiting for me to say that. I felt a surge of excitement.

We continued walking, and she suggested we go to karaoke. I agreed. We went to a karaoke bar and booked a private room.

She was very excited, adjusting her tunes and making a fuss, while I felt a little bored. She sang a few songs,

which weren't . Then it was my

turn to sing. I finally chose Zheng Jun's "Cinderella," which I managed to sing. After that, I started to feel restless. Sitting next to her, she sang while looking at the screen, and I

hugged her She gently kissed her neck and nibbled on her earring. She gradually stopped, turned her head, and our

passionate kiss. My hand lightly caressed her breasts. She was very

engaged today; even with music playing, I could still hear her moaning with pleasure. Strangely, at this moment, I did

n't have a strong urge to make love to her. Instead, I longed to kiss her passionately like this. Perhaps we lacked that quality.

The first time I met her, we slept together, and the first time I kissed her was during sex.

The next few times were the same; we went straight to the point as soon as we met. We were so lacking in that kind of intoxicating kiss

. So today, I had a very special feeling, a lover's feeling. She probably felt the same way,

which is why we were acting so wildly today, unlike

people who had made love ten times and slept naked for four nights. I've often heard that kissing enhances the bond between men and women more than sex. Today, I understand that now, and

I understand why neither I nor the prostitutes ever considered kissing when we're having sex. Prostitutes might give me oral sex and

lick my anus, but they'd never let me touch their lips. I rarely had that thought either. The only time was with my

third brothel. She was so beautiful, I still remember her vividly. When I couldn't resist kissing her, she refused

, saying she only kissed her boyfriend, even though that day she gave me oral sex for ten

minutes.

Singing was no longer important; we let the karaoke play. We caressed and kissed each other on the sofa. When

I asked when she would ignore me, I vaguely saw tears welling up in her eyes again. Women are such

emotional creatures; I was moved and filled with emotion.

The next day was Sunday. I spent the day at the card table. When I got home that evening, I couldn't wait to

text Ai Ai. We chatted for a while, and then my mind started to struggle. I longed for Ai Ai's body. Although I

had brought her home more than once, it took courage to bring her home for the fifth time today. I

wavered between lust and risk, hesitating between impulse and reason. In the end, Ai Ai's body and my wet vagina

won . "Do you want to come to my house?" "Do you want me to come over?" "Yes." "Then I'll come over."

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the same place as last time." Okay, after sending this text, I knew that tonight would

be another wonderful night. I looked around, packed my things and things on my computer, and

went out . The reason I went out so early was that I needed to buy condoms. When I got to the pharmacy, I decided to buy a three-pack

. I didn't know that before; it was only when I was with a woman that she bought some that I realized there was such a

convenient and popular product. How great, use it all at once, no worries later.

When I saw Ai Ai, she was wearing a white crop top, jeans, and a very fashionable and

exaggerated belt. She looked youthful and energetic, and my heart skipped a beat. When we got home, she, as usual, immediately went to the bathroom...

She was browsing the internet when I sat behind her, watching her. She logged onto the alumni website and showed me

photos from her university days, even downloading a few to my computer so I could look at them when I missed her.

I opened an adult film and watched it with her, but she didn't seem very interested. My interest was also so-so; I

preferred real things. After watching for a while, neither of us felt anything, so I showed her

some movies I had collected. After browsing a few, I started to feel uneasy, thinking about how to get her into bed. Suddenly,

the phone rang. It was my wife. I tensed up and said, "Don't talk." She nodded.

My wife asked where I was going for the Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow. I said I was going to my parents' house. My wife didn't say anything more and hung up.

While on the phone, I looked at Ai Ai. She cooperated, sitting quietly without saying a word. I hung up

and looked at her again. I thought she would ask, but she didn't. She probably knew it was my wife, so she didn't ask. I

felt a little awkward but didn't know what to say.

"Are you sleepy? Let's go to sleep." "Okay, turn it off." I shut down the computer as quickly as possible and

went to the bedroom with her. She seemed a little uncomfortable, standing by the bed, unsure of what to do. In the past, she would always shower first

and then come to the bedroom in her underwear, but today was different. She walked to the window and looked at the night view below. The night view of

the neighborhood was quite beautiful,

with

lights twinkling, giving it a big city feel. "It's so high! If I jumped, I would definitely die." "Haha, why does everyone who comes to my house say that? Don't even mention the 20th floor, even jumping from the 5th floor would be fatal." "Haha!! Has anyone else asked that?" Her questions were always strange. Sometimes,

she didn't care about the things I thought she should ask, and instead asked questions I never expected. "My

friends of course." Only today did I understand why she asked that. She was actually probing me to see if I often brought

women home. Hehe, that sentence was tinged with jealousy.

After we lay down, we chatted. I didn't rush to embrace her. She lay there calmly.

After all, it wasn't the first time, so I was surprisingly calm today. After chatting for a while, I crawled to her side and

gently kissed her neck. She was probably impatient with my unusual behavior today, so she

tilted . Everything was so familiar. This was the eleventh time I'd kissed her body, igniting her desire.

The process was always the same. I don't know if I'm a skilled man. In porn, it's always the woman serving

the man, so I'm completely self-taught in this area. I thought my methods would be easily accepted by women, but it

always turns out the same. I don't know... "Are you tired of this? It's always the same routine, even I'm getting a little annoyed. But

what other ways are there? I don't know anymore." After kissing her for a while, I got off her, turned to her side,

and gently her nipple. I reached into her panties with one hand. I don't know if I was touching the wrong place or something else,

but I could never find a vast expanse of nectar. Today was no exception. But as I continued to go deeper, I felt

that sticky, slippery liquid, and it gradually increased as my fingers moved. I don't know if this liquid came from

kissing her or from my fingers, but anyway, I like it when my woman makes a lot of fluids

flowing a great sense of accomplishment. And so, I gently played with her vulva, watching her. She closed her eyes,

enjoying it, her two white thighs occasionally twitching. I returned to her vagina, facing her

healthy, full opening again. I gently teased it with two fingers for a while, then plunged inside. My tongue licked

, teased, and sucked. She gasped softly. I glanced up at her occasionally; her body arched back,

face up, moaning. Her vagina was perfect, like most women I'd ever seen. Now,

thinking back to my first time having sex, it seems strange. Her vulva didn't show her inner labia; I had to forcefully

pull open her outer labia to see them. At that time, I'd only seen her, so

hers was the most perfect. Later, with another woman, I wondered why it was different. Now I understand:

a woman's vulva, like a woman's face, varies greatly.

And a woman's vaginal fluid also differs. Aphrodisiacs have almost no taste, perhaps slightly salty.

When I felt the time was right, I got up, grabbed a condom, and said, "Put it on for me today."

She nodded, so I lay down, she tore open the packaging, took the condom in her hand, and asked, "Is this how it's done?"

I said yes, and she held my penis with one hand and the condom with the other, fastening it to my glans. Then she gently pulled it down

, and my penis was put on its "work clothes" under a pressure. At this moment, I felt that this

was the second most pleasurable moment in the process of sex, because this was the last period before penetration into the woman's vagina

. Before this, I may have done a lot of hard work, cleared countless obstacles, and

finally achieved the goal, ushering in the most exciting moment. So at this moment, I felt both sexual excitement and

the joy of success. I spread her legs apart, and with my hand holding my penis, I probed and teased between her legs. I easily

found the entrance, and with a thrust of my waist, accompanied by her soft cry, it went in. I began to thrust and pump.

Her voice was loud, and I felt a surge of excitement. Her moans were also very standard, just like most women's

. It lasted so long, longer than ever before.

After ejaculating, I pulled out the condom, wrapped it in toilet paper, and threw it in the trash can. Strangely, I always felt a strange sense of guilt at this

time . So, after each time, I would quickly return to my woman's side,

snuggle up beside her, and coax her. I went back to bed, and Ai Ai lay on her back, looking happy and content, without saying a word.

I looked at her beside her; she was indeed a beautiful woman, very delicate. I stroked her young body.

Extreme fatigue made me not want to talk, so we remained silent for a while before starting to chat.

I can't even remember what we talked about now; it was just random chatter. She half-covered herself, and I was completely naked. Her little feet

were on my penis, teasing it up and down with interest. I felt very good, enjoying it, and occasionally

stroked the back of her feet. She giggled with pleasure, saying she was ticklish.

I wouldn't let her go easily. I cherish every opportunity because I know that after this,

I don't know when we'll meet again, maybe never. So, after resting for a while, I

became . Ai Ai always accepts my advances without hesitation, but she never initiates intimacy.

I'm already content if she occasionally touches me with her hand. I once again lay on top of her, doing the same thing...

The movements were longer this time, almost annoying me, and I actually tried to ejaculate. I only

ever had this feeling when I masturbated. This time, my penis even had this problem inside the girl's vagina. It was difficult to ejaculate

using the traditional position, and I also wanted to take this opportunity to try some other positions. So, I

pulled her up and had her sit on my lap. My penis never left her vagina. I sat down too,

facing her, and said, "You move." "No, I won't." I knew she wouldn't do that, so I

supported her waist and lifted her up and down. Thanks to the elasticity of the mattress, I didn't feel very tired. I could even kiss

her nipples from time to time. I held her tightly in my arms, pressing her close to me. I really liked this feeling.

Based on my years of experience, women also enjoy this. Isn't it said that a man's embrace is a woman's paradise? Every

time I held her tightly, she would make a sound of pleasure. After holding her in that position for a while, I put her down

and returned her to the original position. And just like that, I ejaculated again. I habitually checked her

genitals ; her mouth was still open, and she was very wet with vaginal fluid. It seems that any woman would secrete a lot of fluid with constant thrusting.

I looked again at the girl lying beside me, and once again thanked God for everything He had given me. Her

appearance had made my dull life much more colorful. I am a very easily satisfied person, and Ai Ai's personality

is not actually my favorite type. In comparison, I preferred chatting with that female master's student, but that

was limited to the internet and the phone. When I met her in real life, everything changed, everything ended.

Ai Ai and I never chatted on the phone for more than ten minutes, and online we rarely did. Even

the few times we met online, it was only a handful of times. Including the first time I met her online, she was just one of many

people who invited me . After that, I forgot about her completely. I never thought that things would develop to

this point. It made me sigh again at the serendipitous encounters in life, which can easily

slip away if you are not careful. We

fell asleep in each other's arms. In the morning, when I woke up, I turned to look at her; she was sleeping soundly. I felt

my body; my desire was burning, and I was fully ready to make love again. So, my hand caressed

her body again. She enjoyed my touch in her sleep. I often found myself in this position. She was facing away from me,

but I liked it that way. It was convenient to hold her and caress her like this, especially her breasts and genitals,

which felt more comfortable being face-to-face. She hadn't worn underwear after our second time yesterday; she was completely naked. I gently pulled off

my own underwear and rubbed my penis against her buttocks, trying to arouse her. Sure enough, she

... Under her teasing, she turned around and tacitly accepted my sexual invitation. After she turned around, I lay on top of her

. The towel between our bodies formed an annoying barrier, which I angrily threw

aside . Our two passionate bodies were pressed tightly together again. I really liked this feeling. It originated from my

first girlfriend. She was a voluptuous woman. Her height of 165 cm and weight of 120 kg were proof enough.

Her body felt like a ball of cotton when I held her. Although Ai Ai was not as good as her, it was still very

comfortable . I held my penis and continued to rub it between her legs. Under my teasing, she gradually got into

the mood. I kept changing positions, sometimes placing my hand on her vulva, teasing and stroking her vagina with my middle finger

until it became increasingly wet. I pulled her hand to my penis with my other hand. I

rarely did this when we made love, partly because I thought she might not like it, and partly because I was always a little embarrassed with her. But today, I felt

she seemed interested in my penis, especially after she rubbed it with her little feet. I

gained some courage, and sure enough, she didn't refuse at all, obediently taking my penis in her hand. To my

surprise, she actually started stroking it gently and softly. Every time her warm, soft hand brushed against

the glans , I felt an electric shock of pleasure. I was both surprised and delighted. I didn't expect this girl to be so proactive today.

It seemed that after making love with her many times, she had become much more open. We caressed each other's genitals,

a first for me, which excited me greatly, and my desire was gradually ignited.

I rolled over, unfastened the last condom for the third time, put it on my penis, and inserted it into her vagina

. The feeling of entering her body was all too familiar. I don't know how long it lasted, but I was exhausted,

sweat pouring down my face. The feeling of ejaculation still seemed so far away. I realized then that while ejaculating quickly

was frustrating, not being able to ejaculate was equally maddening. She seemed to enjoy my thrusting, moaning incessantly, but I

was in agony. I stopped, rolled her over, and laid her on her side, legs together, curled up, maintaining

that position. Holding my penis, I rubbed it against her opening and thrust it in easily. This position

was one I'd seen in an adult film and found interesting, but trying it today didn't feel special. So,

I pulled out again, had her lie face down, and lifted her hips with both hands. I knelt behind her and thrust in again. This time,

I felt it again, it felt good. She raised her buttocks high, making it easier for me to penetrate. Finally, that

familiar feeling came. I shuddered, and my seed shot out. I actually let out a long sigh, feeling a

sense of relief. Humans are such a hassle.

By then, it was already dawn, probably around 6 a.m. She was a heavy sleeper and fell asleep again after we finished. I,

however, was lost in thought, tossing and turning. But after doing it three times, I was indeed exhausted. Finally, in a half-asleep state,

I heard her phone alarm ring. I knew it was time for us to break up. After she got up, I watched her leave the bedroom.

My side was empty, and I felt a pang of melancholy and sadness. This wonderful night had passed. I heard her washing up in the bathroom

. She was still using my toothbrush; she never hid it, which is probably part of her

personality . I lay there for a while, then thought I should get up and see her off. Just then, I heard her slapping her face again.

Looks like she was using my wife's moisturizer. Heh, what an interesting girl. While I was brushing my teeth, she was already

dressed . I kept an eye on her as I brushed. She stood in the doorway and said, "I'm leaving." I felt a

pang of loss, gave a soft hum, and then heard the door open and close. She was gone. I sighed inwardly. Deep down, I really

didn't want to leave her, but it was impossible.

The next thing was cleaning up the mess. It was a systematic and tedious task, and there wasn't enough time in the morning

, but I couldn't leave condoms scattered all over the floor. I had to clean it up at least. So, I began the follow-up work.

I have always believed that the search for spring is a huge and systematic task that requires a great deal of effort. It requires planning and preparation beforehand

, hard work during the process, and cleanup afterwards. So it is not easy to do anything like that.

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