My affair with an online friend

It was the summer of 2004. I was a regional manager for a telecommunications company in Shenzhen, stationed in Shandong Province,

responsible for sales in Yantai. Work was indeed very busy, but having worked in the telecommunications industry for

several , I was quite familiar with the operations in various regions. So, after arriving in Yantai, I quickly

made it the top-selling company in Shandong. After that, my work became relatively relaxed, and I spent my free time at home

surfing the internet and chatting.

By chance, I met a friend online named "Red Flower Woman." When I chat, I first look at

the name ; if I feel a connection with the name, I'll chat for a while; otherwise, I never chat.

After chatting with Red Flower for a while, we felt we clicked, so we exchanged QQ numbers. We chatted on QQ, and I learned that she was

a teacher, 28 years old at the time, two years younger than me.

Her husband was an officer in the Chinese military stationed in Hong Kong. Although his rank wasn't high, everyone knew that

troops stationed in Hong Kong couldn't return home casually. They had two opportunities to visit home each year, each time with a 15-

day leave from the military. Of course, this was all information from my friends; I didn't know it myself. Whether it was true or not is no longer

important. The key is that we had a great time chatting, and then we video chatted. Honghua is quite pretty, with big

eyes , a small nose, and fair skin, giving off a somewhat alluring vibe. I didn't

shamelessly suggest meeting her, nor did I bring up anything about a one-night stand; we were just friends, showing mutual

care and concern.

We gradually became more comfortable with each other. Honghua and I started talking about more mature topics, occasionally making a

joke . She didn't object, but she didn't pursue the conversation further. This continued for about a week

. One day, while chatting on QQ, she told me she had a cold. I immediately and seriously asked if she had taken any medicine,

offering words of comfort like "take care of yourself," letting her know that I was a friend silently caring for her.

I even asked what she wanted to eat, offering to bring it to her. She said she wanted KFC. I asked how I could bring it to her.

She gave me her address, and I said, "Give me your phone number." She hesitated for a moment, but then gave it to me.

I immediately dialed her number. Honghua's slightly hoarse voice came through, and I knew she really had a cold.

I said, "Lie down, I'll be there in a bit." Then I grabbed my wallet and took a taxi.

About 20 minutes later, I arrived at her building and called her. She said, "Come on up," and

opened the door . It was the 15th floor. I went inside. The apartment was simply furnished, but quite spacious. Honghua politely

led me to the sofa and offered me water, but I declined, telling her to sit down herself. Honghua sat opposite me,

and now I could quietly admire the Honghua I'd only ever seen on video calls. Honghua looked truly

beautiful. Because of her cold, she looked tired, her hair slightly disheveled over her shoulders, and her eyes were a little

bloodshot , indicating she hadn't rested well. She was wearing a yellow and white nightgown with light floral patterns, looking charming and

captivating.

I placed the food I bought in front of her. Honghua seemed embarrassed and said, "You're so kind. You said you'd buy it

, but I said my friend is sick, and I should help her. Besides, such a beautiful girl; as a man,

I should cherish her even more." Honghua chuckled and then slowly ate her meal. I began to carefully observe the room's

layout. It was a three-bedroom apartment; one room was very clean, another was messy, and the door to the third was closed. After watching her

finish eating , I asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?" Honghua said there was nothing to do, she was just feeling bored, and asked me

to sit with her for a while. I inquired about her condition, told her to rest and recuperate, and then politely got up to leave.

For the next few days, Honghua didn't contact me, and I didn't call her either, only

occasionally sending a text message to express my concern and concern.

It was Saturday evening, during a meeting with the business team, when my phone rang. I saw it was Honghua calling,

answered, and said I was in a meeting and would call back later, then hung up.

After the meeting, I called Honghua back. We talked for a long time, and then I went upstairs by myself. There are many

people in ; I live upstairs, while the other employees live downstairs. Honghua and I shared

our struggles after leaving our partners. We both knew the truth, but neither of

us wanted to confront the other. I thought that if I held Honghua in my arms then, she

wouldn't refuse. As we talked, the conversation

naturally joy and went to her place

after hanging up. We exchanged a few pleasantries and started chatting. We sat on the sofa, very close together.

I could smell the perfume on Honghua. A foreign film was playing on TV, a very

romantic love story. When the male lead kissed the female lead, my hand involuntarily took

Honghua's hand. Honghua stirred slightly but didn't react. I took the opportunity to pull her into my

arms and gently kissed her cheek. Honghua let out a soft "oh," a quiet sound, but

it was a signal to me. At that moment, I could no longer suppress my months-long longing. I

held and showered her face with countless kisses. Honghua's body was as soft as a noodle,

swaying with the rhythm of our kisses.

My hands involuntarily groped her body. Honghua was wearing a bra. It was difficult for my hands to penetrate.

Honghua freed one hand to reach behind her and unhooked her bra. The instant my hand fell, I touched

one firm breast. I felt Honghua's body tremble violently, her body

moving closer . It was a tremor that couldn't be described in words. My mind went blank, and my other hand

slid down Honghua's lower abdomen. Honghua was wearing a rather tight denim mini-skirt, making it difficult for my hand

to reach down. Just as I was about to unbutton her skirt, Honghua's lower abdomen contracted slightly, giving me

more space. My hand immediately slipped inside, touching a tuft of soft, fine, alluring hair.

As is often the case with good things coming to those who wait, just then, her phone rang.

Although it was enough to surprise us both. Honghua immediately snapped out of her passionate reverie and calmly

answered the phone. The call was from Hong Kong; needless to say, it was her husband. I could vaguely make out his voice on the other end.

We were talking intimately, and I sat awkwardly to the side, not wanting to hear anything I shouldn't be hearing

. After about ten minutes, the call ended, and Honghua got up and sat on another sofa,

not looking up at me. I knew she was thinking about her husband. At that moment, I couldn't bother

her anymore; I'd lost all interest. So, I gently told her, "I'm leaving now. You can watch TV

at home , or maybe we can go for a walk together." I tried my best to act like nothing had happened,

but I knew that such a lie would only make her heart ache.

I respected Honghua. I didn't know her or associate with her to possess her, not to pin her down and

hear her ecstatic moans, not to find a tool to release my lust. I considered her a

friend, a friend I could confide in from afar, a friend I could tell stories I couldn't tell my wife

, a confidante I could pour out when I was depressed and emotionally overwhelmed

. Honghua didn't say anything. She stood up and went to the bedroom to change into a long dress. Although it was summer, it was still quite cool because

Honghua 's place was only a few dozen meters from the sea. We

walked aimlessly along the beach, trying to avoid what had just happened.

The only sound at the beach was the crashing of the waves. I suddenly said, "No wonder this place is called 'Wentao Villa' (Hearing Waves Manor)."

You can hear the sea from home. Honghua smiled but didn't say anything. I took her hand and said, "Honghua (that

's not her real name, but I used her online name out of respect), let bygones

be bygones. I was wrong just now, I…" Before I could finish, Honghua had already sealed my mouth with her soft lips

, her fragrant tongue filling my mouth. I closed my eyes, sucking hard on her alluring

and passionate agave blossoms. At the same time, I used my right leg to separate Honghua's legs, pressing my genitals against her

lower abdomen . Honghua didn't resist, forcefully squeezing my genitals between our lower abdomens and rubbing them vigorously.

What kind of feeling was that ? I felt like I was high in the sky, looking down at a valley filled with orchids, or like I was eighteen stories

underground, looking up at a vast, starless night, not knowing where I was.

The feeling was exquisite. Suddenly, Honghua stopped moving, and I sensed the awkwardness between us.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. Honghua was looking at me with a mischievous grin, radiating boundless happiness. I was furious

and hugged her tightly, pressing down on her, while Honghua giggled incessantly. Finally, she struggled free and

ran along the seaside embankment.

We were almost home. I walked her upstairs, but she didn't invite me. I didn't offer to go to her place;

we parted ways.

Just as I stepped out of the apartment complex, my phone rang. It was Honghua. I answered, but there was no sound. I

asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Honghua didn't answer, and I fell silent too. After about ten seconds

, Honghua asked, "Are you going back?" I said almost without hesitation that I seemed to have lost my keys and

was planning to find a hotel. There was silence inside. I didn't urge her to speak; this

time it was longer, about a minute. Honghua asked me, "Do you miss your wife?" I hesitated

slightly and said, "I miss her after I saw her; I don't think about her when I don't see her. Because I'm very busy with work.

" I knew I was lying. Perhaps many people would think this was foolish, but that's how I answered at the time.

Honghua asked me a question that almost made me faint, "How long can you last in one go?" "Forty-five

minutes " I answered proudly. A boisterous laugh came from the other end of the line. After a slight pause, Honghua

said in a very decisive tone, "I've left the room door open for you; you don't need to look for a hotel. "

I pushed open Honghua's door. Honghua looked shy. I didn't say anything, just walked up to her,

picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom. There was a large bed. Honghua said, "Let's go to another room. I've already tidied that one

. I don't like being with you in this room..." I understood, because there was a

wedding . No woman likes having sex with another man in front of her husband. I

carried Honghua to the other room. Looking at her closely, Honghua was still shy, completely different from the wanton

laughter . Suddenly, Honghua wrapped her arms around my neck, put her tongue in my mouth, and made me suck on it.

At the same time, she forcefully pushed me down onto the bed. I felt a slight pain in my tongue, but this pain

couldn't withstand the burning passion. Honghua began to take off her clothes, and I felt my lower body

throbbing, occasionally bumping against her body. Honghua laughed, grabbed me through her pants, and pressed her

handsome face against it, showering me with affection.

Honghua was only wearing a bra on her upper body. Her arms were as white as tender lotus roots, without a single flaw. Her abdomen was flat

as water , and her two high, firm breasts were even more alluring under the bra.

"Help me take it off," Honghua said. I nodded, and Honghua leaned forward so that I could

easily remove it. What perfect breasts they were! Like lychees, like spring peaches. More like two

red cat's-eye gems inlaid on white marble. It was an enjoyment that transcended the mundane, the true enlightenment of an old monk who had met the Buddha upon his death.

I didn't put them in my mouth, but simply admired them quietly. Then I pressed my face against them, feeling

the heartbeat , savoring the happiness of being a loving couple instead of immortals. Truly, ever since I understood the pleasures of love between men and women, I have always

admired women's breasts. What truly moves a man is not a woman's private parts, but a woman's

devilish figure and her breasts that intoxicate him. Faced with such a beautiful thing, I really couldn't bear to put it in my mouth.

I wanted to look at it carefully and admire it closely.

Honghua was still tightly gripping my genitals, kissing me repeatedly through my pants. I gently stroked her

breasts and said, "So beautiful." Honghua said, "If you think they're beautiful, then look. Tonight I'll let you see as much as you want. They

're yours tonight."

Honghua released my grip, stood up, and said, "Help me take off my clothes. I'll let you see everything, all of them.

" I sat up, kissed her legs, and slowly moved upwards. Honghua began to stroke my back,

delicate and smooth, like a willow swaying in the spring breeze.

Her skirt fell down, revealing a milky-white thong with small floral patterns. Because the thong was small, a few

black pubic hairs were already peeking out. In that instant, I suddenly felt that I was a young and vigorous...

The man, those few slightly curved pubic hairs completely shattered my moral defenses. I practically threw Honghua onto the bed,

tearing off her panties with lightning speed, exposing her completely before my eyes. Honghua

hugged , pressing her body against mine. I couldn't undo my pants, saying, "Wait until I take them off."

Only then did Honghua realize that we weren't ready for anything. I stood up, and Honghua

helped me take them off. My genitals were already glistening with fluid. Before I could do anything, almost the

instant my genitals were exposed, Honghua took them into her mouth. My genitals were exposed for less than 0.1 seconds.

Honghua sucked with satisfaction, her breasts rubbing against my calves. I also felt the long-suppressed sexuality from

months of work pressure about to be released.

For about two minutes, Honghua seemed to find some comfort. She released my genitals, stood

up , and we both stood on the bed. Honghua hooked her arms around my neck and kissed my face, signaling

for me to enter her. I lifted Honghua's legs, pushing them upwards until my genitals were in the

optimal position. Exploring, I felt her vulva; it was already very wet. I

gently rubbed my genitals against the entrance a few times, then signaled to Honghua that I was going in. Honghua eagerly

lowered herself, without a sound, only the feeling of my genitals immediately entering her warm opening. The sensation was like water overflowing

a dam, crowded everywhere, like rain after a long drought, utterly exhilarating. As I entered, Honghua almost fainted.

She let out a soft "Mmm," her body trembling uncontrollably. Her vagina gushed with fluid. Just once, just

once , and Honghua reached orgasm.

She needed me so much.

This postscript

is merely a tribute to a friend who has passed away; the events are true. Of all the women I've encountered, Honghua was

the one I admired most. It wasn't just her beauty, but more importantly, our friendship. Although such friendship might be considered shameful by

respectable people, that's how I see it. As for sex, I don't want to

describe it in too much detail. Because, in my personal opinion, what truly arouses desire isn't the language in writing, but one's own feelings

. The women I knew or had relationships with during those years are all unforgettable friends. I

loved and cared for them wholeheartedly. Losing one would be incredibly painful. (Now I'm numb; I've experienced

too much, rarely chat on QQ anymore, and I've long since gotten used to saying goodbye at dawn...). I hope all women in the world can find

good men who truly love them. I also hope all men in the world can love and cherish the women around them, because they

truly have it tough. The person we should cherish most is our wife; no matter what mistakes they make, we should

forgive them. Honghua loved her husband deeply, that's undeniable. If she had only been with me for lust, she

wouldn't have reached orgasm so quickly. But human nature is often the root of our betrayal.

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