[The interactions between them are nothing more than lewdness, and within them lies nothing more than a history of sex.]

After the initial passion fades, I sometimes feel empty. I fill

this However, I'm too insightful about life and human nature, so it's generally difficult for girls to arouse my interest.

If I met a truly beautiful and intelligent woman, I would definitely consider marriage and children, but I haven't met

the right one , and I'm unwilling to settle. So, I don't force relationships.

Generally, only those who constantly pursue ever-increasing numbers and change partners are prone to feeling empty, because they are

always looking for the next one. But I'm different; I'm typically someone who enjoys novelty without getting tired of the old, and I have a good mindset, so I rarely feel

disappointed. In fact, sometimes lovers are easier to get along with than spouses because the expectations of each other are not high, and there is more tolerance.

Although it's immoral, ultimately, everyone has weaknesses and flaws. No one is immune to these flaws, including

national leaders, Lu Xun, and contemporary high-ranking officials. Which one doesn't have several women behind them? Even

the head of a newly established national ministry has a 30-year-old illegitimate child. Since everyone else is pretending to be

virtuous, I'd rather pretend to be unvirtuous. As long as I live authentically and freely, that's enough. As the saying goes, when people get old,

they often regret not experiencing certain things!

I matured relatively late. Even in high school, I didn't know how to date, while many of my

precocious classmates were secretly dating. I've always been popular with women, only knowing how to fool around with girls. Sometimes

, when my male classmates in high school discussed their sexual experiences, I found it unbelievable because back then, I believed that unless I was

certain I could marry a girl, I couldn't have sex.

At that time, my understanding of sex was very vague; I rarely thought about it deeply. The only time I ever watched porn was in my second year of high school.

All the boys in my class asked the teacher for leave to go to a classmate's house to watch the NBA Finals. We watched a

clip of porn at his house during a break, which made everyone very embarrassed. Everyone was blushing and no one dared to say anything. Two guys with a little

more experience explained it to us, but my brain was so excited at the time that I barely remember what they said.

After the Spring Festival in 1996, because I had excellent grades in all my high school exams, I was basically guaranteed admission to

the physics department of a prestigious university in northern China. While my classmates were busy preparing

for their final exams, I had already packed my things and gone home. In my spare time, I would visit my classmates and teachers at the classroom, helping the teachers with tutoring and helping classmates with their studies

.

That's when my first love, Ying, appeared. She was my classmate, and we were together for three years in high school. She was a beautiful

Korean girl, talented in singing and dancing, and had excellent social skills. I had always admired her; she was

a top performer in the arts at our school. I always felt she was unattainable because she was always surrounded by a group of nice

guys , but none of us had the courage to pursue her.

Her only weakness was her average academic performance, making it difficult for her to get into a top-tier arts program through direct admission. Therefore, she ultimately had to

take the national college entrance examination. We were good friends at the time, and I often tutored her and shared study tips. Then

, she missed two days of class. Many people asked, but no one knew the reason. She came to school once, stayed briefly

, and then went home. At first, I thought it was just her period, so I didn't dare ask

her directly.

About a week later, she returned to school, always looking worried. I couldn't help

but ask if something was wrong at home. She hesitantly revealed the truth.

It turned out that her beauty and excellence were known not only to the boys at school but also attracted

the attention of many idle young men. Every day after school, some would wait for her at the school gate, harassing her, insisting on taking her home, and wanting to be

her boyfriend. She couldn't get rid of them and tried to avoid them, but they persisted, causing her

distress and affecting her grades.

Actually, this kind of thing is quite common in schools, and I've seen it quite a lot. But I know how to handle these people

because I've always had good relationships with all sorts of classmates, so I've never been bullied. I know a lot of people

from all walks of life . I asked a classmate from police academy (his father is the principal of the academy,

which will be a great help to us later) to help me. I told him that some thugs were harassing my girlfriend (so my classmate could help me as much as possible). I couldn't

get involved myself, but he said no problem, he'd handle it.

One day, my classmate arrived with several of his classmates from police academy, dressed in police uniforms and carrying batons.

They beat up the thugs at the school gate, and the leader even suffered a perforated eardrum. Ying was terrified by

this , as the injury was quite severe. Later, I told her, "Don't worry, this has nothing to do with you.

I did it on my own initiative. Even if I get detained and sentenced, I'll take responsibility myself. You just focus on preparing for the college entrance exam."

She was very moved and even offered to take responsibility herself, but I insisted she not participate. The person who was beaten also had

connections; his father was a department leader in the branch office. He wouldn't let it go and insisted on detaining me. Later,

the father made a call (because all the leaders in the branch office were his father's students), and did a lot of work.

Only then did the other party suffer in silence and not pursue my criminal liability. However, I paid them 5,000 yuan in medical expenses, and that

was the end of it.

At the time, I was a poor student, and I couldn't ask my family for money for this kind of thing. As a result, several of my roommates and I pooled

our food money and raised 5,000 yuan to pay the other party. Then we lived a hard life for two months.

We even spent a little money to bribe the cafeteria lady so that we could buy more food for less money each time. Occasionally, there would be weddings in the cafeteria on weekends

, and we would gather two tables to go and pretend to be relatives to eat and drink. A couple of times, we were discovered, but they didn't kick

us out. So those days were the hardest of our high school years, but also the sweetest.

Because of my heroic rescue, Ying was extremely grateful and even somewhat admired my crisis management skills.

So later, she formally told me: "Many boys want to be my little sister, but I've never agreed to anyone.

From now on, I'll be your little sister." Of course, I was happy and accepted. Through getting to know her better, I discovered

she was more sensible and outstanding than I had previously thought—a typical virtuous wife and loving mother type.

I secretly regretted not realizing how wonderful she was during my three years of high school.

To avoid affecting her studies, we only went out for walks on weekend evenings. We were very compatible; rain or shine,

we always had endless topics to talk about. We explored almost the entire city together.

Two touching things happened that transformed my admiration for her into love. One was my

birthday. Because everyone had pooled their living expenses, we were broke, and there wasn't much food for our birthday.

That evening, she rode her bike to our dorm, bringing a huge amount of food. Since her mother owned a restaurant,

the Korean food she cooked was absolutely delicious. In front of everyone, she generously announced that from now on, Meiyu would be my brother,

and I would be her sister. This made the group of brothers quite jealous and teasing, and I was so moved I cried. We had

a lively birthday celebration and definitely improved our meals.

In May, another incident occurred: my guaranteed place in the university's college entrance exam was in jeopardy. I was

replaced by the daughter of the then-vice-governor. When the school teachers found me and told me to come back immediately to review, I

completely panicked. This was the biggest difficulty I had ever faced in my life. My lips were covered in blisters that day,

and I fell ill, unable to get out of bed for several days. I didn't dare tell my family, afraid they would worry, because I hadn't

attended classes for over three months, and there were still two months until the college entrance exam. I had no confidence, and my

main was one of hatred and helplessness towards those in power.

Ying would find excuses to leave school every day to come to my dorm to take care of me, sing to me, and encourage me to regain my confidence.

At that time, I secretly decided that I must confess my love to her after the college entrance examination, because I really

didn't want affect her preparation.

So, I immediately returned to school, threw myself into reviewing, and applied to a prestigious university for architecture

(because several of my uncles were construction contractors and thought that boys would have a better future in construction). Because of her grades, her

first choice was a medical school in another city, and her second choice was a school in my city.

I was conflicted at the time. When she asked for my opinion, I supported her choice, but I also hoped that

she wouldn't be accepted by her first choice, so that we could be in the same city by her second choice.

As fate would have it, I got into the school and major I wanted with high scores, while she entered the medical school by a narrow

margin . From then on, our long-distance relationship was destined to have no future.

After the college entrance exam, everyone relaxed and was no longer troubled by studying. So, she and I

could see each other every day. I thought about it for many days and consulted many of my male friends, who all encouraged me to

confess my feelings. But I wasn't confident. I was afraid she only saw me as a brother and had no other feelings, which would be awkward and we

might even lose our brother-sister relationship. That shows how naive I was back then.

But eventually, I mustered up my courage and subtly expressed my anguish and feelings to Ying. I said I was afraid that if I didn't

say it now, I would never have the chance to meet such a wonderful girl again. Even if she didn't agree, I wanted to give myself

an explanation . She burst into tears of joy, saying, "You're so silly! Haven't you realized my feelings for you after all this time?

I know you didn't say it for my studies, but I know very well that you're also an excellent boy. Even if you're just

my brother, I'll be content."

The unspoken understanding was broken, and from that day on, we began a romantic relationship. Because after the college entrance exam, there were constant

classmate reunions, and people kept throwing parties after receiving their university acceptance letters. My acceptance letter arrived first, while hers, being from

a second-tier university, arrived more than half a month later. Every time we had a reunion, classmates with sexual experience would urge me

to hurry up and "get her," saying that once you've got

her, she'll accept her fate. They'd say that even if we weren't in the same city in the future, she would wait for you. At first, I would directly refuse, saying I wouldn't

do that , but I couldn't resist their scare tactics. I cared too much about her and was afraid that one day

she would really leave me, so I tentatively started to take things from holding hands to kissing to touching, gradually deepening our relationship. I was excited with each step, and I didn't even feel hungry or tired

all day . I just wanted to be with her every day.

Finally, one day, no one was home, so I took her to my house (because of the purity and beauty of first love, I

won't go into detailed sexual descriptions). In our confusion, we took off each other's clothes. Since it

was our first time, we had no experience at all, and it was a failure. I spent the whole afternoon trying, but I couldn't even

distinguish between the vagina and urethra, and I couldn't penetrate either of them. At that time, I was thinking, "How come penetration is so easy in porn?"

That evening, when I was with my classmates, they laughed so hard they gave me a detailed physiology

lesson, explaining the anatomy of men and women. They suggested I do more foreplay, and maybe have some alcohol. Anyway, I learned

a lot , and then I tried it again when I had the chance.

The second time was at a classmate's house, where we had a chance to be alone. We tried again, and she

found the right person, but I ejaculated before I could fully penetrate her. This happened twice in a row, and

I was traumatized, convinced I had premature ejaculation. Another failure.

Carrying this huge psychological burden, I asked her, "If I have premature ejaculation for the rest of my life, will you

still be with me? Will you still marry me?" She said she would be with me no matter what. I was too

embarrassed to ask my classmates again, so I secretly went to a roadside health product store. I didn't say what I needed,

just looked around, one by one. Finally, I saw something called "Indian God Oil," advertised as a treatment for premature ejaculation. I even

pretended to be mature and bargained with the owner, finally buying a bottle for forty yuan.

Because there were always people at home during the summer vacation, we couldn't find a suitable place to stay. With university

registration approaching, we ended up finding a tiny hotel. I was timid, afraid of being caught by the police and not being able to explain myself.

I'd never used this "miracle oil" before, and I was worried it wouldn't work, so I applied it repeatedly

. This "miracle oil" is actually an anesthetic, reducing the sensitivity of the penis to prolong

intercourse But I didn't understand that, and I applied too much. It was like

being under anesthesia; my penis was completely out of control, and I couldn't get an erection. We spent three hours in the hotel, and I still couldn't get an erection. This time

, the pressure was even greater. Not only did I experience premature ejaculation, but I also developed erectile dysfunction. I was extremely depressed.

So, we went to our respective universities with regrets. The farewell scene was, needless to say, we both

cried our eyes out. Our cities were ten hours apart by train; my train journey to university

was three hours. I cried for three hours, which surprised the older people sitting next to me. They exclaimed how

sentimental young people are these days. Haha, because that was my first love. During military training, we made sure to write each other a letter every day

to express our longing for each other. In October, which happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival, we went home together to celebrate. I

was still horny and longed to have her perfect body. My libido was also high, so we

said we would go back to school a day early and found a hotel to stay in (to try our sex life again. This time I was very

well prepared, including wearing two condoms at once to reduce sensitivity).

That evening, we ate out and showered at the hotel. Sitting on the bed (the room was small, no chairs),

I held her and watched TV. Since I hadn't seen her for over a month, holding her, my erection started to rise,

pressing against her buttocks—she probably knew it. Then, naturally, I began to gently kiss her ears,

stroking them lightly and slowly moving upwards. While kissing her ears, I licked them "animalistically," along with

the groove behind them. My hands reached her breasts, gently cupping them in my palms, lightly kneading

them, alternating directions and pressure.

Her breasts were probably a B cup. Because we had just showered, we were quite familiar with each other's bodies.

She wasn't wearing a bra, and through her pajamas, I could clearly feel her breasts gradually becoming firmer, and her nipples starting to stand

erect. Perhaps because the TV show was interesting, she continued watching, occasionally turning back to kiss me on the lips.

Then, I used my favorite way of kissing—opening my mouth wide and kissing her entire ear, then

forcefully inserting my tongue into her ear canal and stirring it around. This is my favorite move, and it's the one she reacts to most strongly.

This time, my foreplay was longer, about twenty minutes. I had no experience then, only knowing how to caress and lick her

ears, neck, and breasts, not knowing how to lick down there. Actually, she always reacted very strongly, very wet, so I learned

to put some on my scalp for lubrication. While kissing her lips, I let my

erect penis hover back and forth at her entrance, getting more wet, and then I thrust

hard .

Finally, I felt the head of my penis squeeze in, and something gripped it tightly. She cried out in pain (very loudly,

perhaps louder than the TV; if someone were going up or down the stairs outside, they would definitely hear it),

and her hands gripped my back tightly. I stopped thrusting, but didn't pull out, just kept kissing her, maintaining this

tiring position. After a while, I asked, "Does it still hurt, baby?"

She said, "It's a little better." I pushed in a little further, and after a while, I was finally all the way in. It felt so

good—warm, moist, tight… a multitude of sensations enveloped my penis; it was truly

amazing ! I felt a great sense of accomplishment, finally becoming a man, and no longer worried about Ying leaving me in the future.

We embraced, without thrusting, quietly experiencing each other's first penetration, enjoying

the feeling of being one. After a while, I started to thrust gently, and she began to moan with a little pain. I knew I

should thrust more forcefully, but after a few thrusts, I accidentally pulled out completely, and had to search for a long time to re-enter.

This constant pulling out and insertion continued for about 10 minutes before I ejaculated…

From that night until she boarded the train the next night, we never left the room, and we did it

seven times in total (later, I did it eight times with another girl in 24 hours). From the second time onwards, she learned to enjoy

orgasms (so fast, a natural beauty). I was stunned; when I left the hotel, I could barely walk, and I had to hold onto the handrail

when …

That night, I told Ying, "I'm so weak I can barely walk, and my lovebirds are sore!"

She laughed and said her genitals were swollen and painful too…

From that moment on, I realized I wasn't impotent or premature ejaculation; I had transformed from a naive boy into

a grown man!

Our ending was rather cliché. Because we were apart for so long, and Ying was more mature and forward-thinking than me,

she broke up with me six months later. Strangely, she forgot to put a stamp on the letter, yet it

still arrived. I guess even the postman thought the stamp was lost. I wrote dozens of letters, but nothing

worked. I got drunk for the first time in my life, in pain and confusion, thinking she had found someone new. But none of

that was true. She realized we wouldn't end up together, and her family didn't know about our

relationship. They wanted her to marry a Korean man. So she said a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one.

She later graduated and went to a very beautiful city, working as a doctor in a gynecology hospital. She found a

Korean man a few years older than her and lived a stable and happy life. Her son is three years old this year, and

they contact each other occasionally. She always wondered why I didn't get married. I joked that I was waiting for her, and she said that if we

were together now, I wouldn't want me because I was a little boy back then, but now I'm a mature and

charming man. I didn't argue anymore, hoping to preserve the beautiful image we had of each other back then. This

was my first love, my first woman—Ying!!

After breaking up with Ying, I never recovered. My roommates all said I was too infatuated, and I didn't

argue . Deep down, I longed for a new relationship, but our school was a typical engineering university with a male-to-female ratio of seven to one. There were too many wolves and not enough sheep. Not to mention beautiful girls, even ugly girls were fiercely competing for them, so I didn't see any girl worth pursuing

during my freshman year . 　　After adjusting for a while, I started looking for my new target. Jing was two years younger than me and was recognized as one of the four most beautiful girls in the school . She was 169 cm tall, weighed around 90 kg, had a super figure, a waist of only 1.7 feet, and was very fair-skinned. She had a cool short haircut, and her eyes looked like crescent moons when she smiled. At the time, the student union was recruiting, and Jing signed up. Under my instructions, she was recruited into the sports department (Jing was very good at middle and short-distance running , and had always been the champion in the 100-meter, 200-meter, and 400-meter races in college. She looked thin, but she ran incredibly fast). Although she wasn't under my direct management, I still had frequent opportunities to interact with her. Because the presidents and vice-presidents of our school had a good relationship, and everyone could see through my intentions, we specially set up a duty system. Each leader was assigned were one president and one newcomer, and they were determined by drawing lots. In the end, I "accidentally" drew Jing. Later, she even told me: "I knew it was you who did this." 　　That year, we were on duty, and it happened to coincide with the Leonid meteor shower. Everyone was out looking for places to watch the meteor shower (the planetarium had an all-night event that day). We chatted in the office, and I thought this girl was really nice, but I never had a chance to ask her out alone. 　　We were on duty until 10 PM, and walking back to the dorm together, I couldn't help but ask her if she wanted to see the meteor shower . She thought about it for a moment and agreed. So we went back, put on warmer clothes, and took a taxi to the planetarium . When we got there, it was incredibly crowded, and we both felt it wasn't very interesting. We couldn't get in back at school, so we ended up watching an all-night movie (my brilliant idea!). Around 3 or 4 AM, we were both so tired we couldn't stay awake any longer.

We fell asleep leaning against each other.

We didn't come out until dawn when the area was cleared out. It was quite cold outside, so I boldly took her hand. She

struggled a few times but couldn't pull away, so she stopped resisting. We ate breakfast and went back to our respective dorms to rest. This marked

the beginning of our relationship.

Things went smoothly after we became a couple, especially since I was more proactive. We quickly became intimate, touching each other's private

parts The rest was just finding an opportunity to have sex. Because it was Jing's first time, she was very nervous and

initially refused. However, she eventually gave in to my persistent pleading.

We found a hotel, which was quite interesting. The hotel owner insisted on seeing Jing's ID because she felt she was still

a middle school student (Jing had a baby face), which made me both laugh and cry. We eventually got a room and bought

a lot of food and drinks.

We watched TV and chatted, both knowing what was going to happen. Just then,

a scene of a foreign couple having sex appeared on TV. I watched it intently, and when she saw it, she immediately turned to face me and shyly

covered her eyes with her hands. After a while, once the sex scene was over, she removed her hands. I

laughed and said, "Were you peeking through the crack with your hand just now?"

She seemed a little unhappy and lightly punched my chest twice with both hands. At this point, I

couldn't resist anymore. I grabbed her hands and put them on my shoulders, pulling her to sit on my lap. When she saw me pulling her,

she blushed shyly, lowered her head, and slowly sat on my lap. Then, I lay diagonally on the headboard and pulled her

neck towards my mouth. When my lips touched hers, she trembled slightly, and we slowly

began to kiss passionately. While kissing, my hands were not idle; my right hand was kneading her breasts. Even through her clothes and bra,

I could feel her nipples slowly hardening, and then she made "mmmmm" sounds from her nose.

With my left hand, I pulled up her t-shirt, and she readily took her hands off my shoulders, pulled off

her own shirt, and tossed the t-shirt onto the sofa. This made it easier for me to touch her. My hands

unhooked her bra from behind, and her breasts sprang out, their areolas the size of coins

with size of peanuts. Seeing this, I moved my mouth to her breasts, my left hand

caressing her back, my right hand touching and squeezing her left breast, my mouth kissing and licking it, occasionally

biting her nipple.

She moaned, pressing my head down with both hands, as if afraid my mouth would slip away from her nipple. By this time, my

penis was rock hard, and her moans grew louder. I knew the time was right. I took off

my own shirt, my left hand still on her breasts, my right hand unbuttoning her jeans.

I pulled her pants down and discovered she was wearing white thongs with

animal . I asked her, "Do you want to take them off yourself, or should I do it for you?"

She said, "I don't want to, I'm scared."

In the end, she took them off herself. I took off my pants, and my penis made my underwear

look like a small tent. When she saw this, she immediately covered her eyes. I continued to take off my underwear, climbed on

top of her, and started to caress her, teasing her with my tongue...

From then on, Jing transformed from a girl into a woman. At first, our relationship was very good. I

always gave in to her, and she was more like a child, often following me around. Our friends all said I was lucky, but

I knew in my heart that I only liked her looks and figure; I didn't love this girl. Later, I drew the curtains on

the bed Jing often came to find me, crawled through the curtains to sleep, and if there was no one else in the dormitory, we would

make love to our hearts' content. From her, I experienced more sexual pleasure, and my experience was enriched.

Two embarrassing incidents occurred during that time, both in the dorm. Once was on a weekend when no one was in the dorm. We

slept afternoon, and since we needed to, we went at it twice. Only later did we realize that someone was actually in the bunk above us

. We thought we had the curtain drawn, so we didn't know if anyone was in the room. This guy had been sleeping the whole time,

but eventually, he couldn't take it anymore, probably because he needed to pee, and quietly got out of bed,

leaving us both very embarrassed. The other time was similar. Eventually, I felt it wasn't good to keep doing this in the dorm, so I

moved out and found a place to live.

Jing and I dated for seven months. During summer vacation, she went home because her parents didn't allow her to date. To

avoid their discovery, neither of us called each other. We didn't contact each other for the entire summer. I wanted to end the

relationship, so I quickly found another girl. When Jing came back from school, she heard I had a girlfriend again

. She didn't come to me to say anything, and it ended quietly. My friends all said it was a pity, but I

knew I wasn't innocent anymore; I just wanted to play around with women.

Later, Jing dated a high school classmate for two years, but it didn't work out. I never saw

her again after graduating from university, but we've kept in touch. She now works for a company in Dalian and got married this year. Jing left

such a deep impression on me because of her cheerful, sunny, and innocent nature, and also because she was

one of the few virgins I met (actually, I don't have a virginity complex). I thought she would be a good wife, but unfortunately,

there was no love in my feelings for her. I'm sorry, Jing!!!

Meeting Di was indeed a coincidence. In early 2006, I quit my job because I

hadn't , so I was unemployed at home. Every day, I would go to check on

the house that the renovation company was working on for me, and also go online. I would browse the privacy records and sexual health sections of Sohu's "Siege Forum," post casually,

answer people's questions, and flirt with some younger female users. I would stay online until late at night, then wake up around noon

to check on the renovation progress, and then sit in front of the computer. I remember it was a night in late March, past 11 PM.

I was feeling a bit listless and was about to shut down my computer and go to bed when I received a message from a woman on QQ: "I'm

just an ordinary person, and it's lucky that I met you. I'm a friend from Sohu." That's how I met Di. I

started chatting with Di on QQ, initially telling simple jokes and sharing our lives. I learned that she

was married with a two-year-old son, and her husband often stayed out all night playing cards. Her life was simple:

going to work, coming home, and taking her son to her mother-in-law's house. She mostly played cards online or browsed

Sohu forums. We chatted for a few days, saying casual things, and I learned that her husband was someone she knew.

Her first man, and the only man she'd ever been with, had a child while they were dating, and they

got married immediately.

Gradually, she learned about my background. Later, we video-chatted online, and I

was shocked by how young she was. I later learned she was only twenty-four. We continued chatting and gradually became familiar, eventually talking

about the popular trend of meeting people online. I asked her, "Will you come to see me?" She was silent for a long time, then asked for

my phone number.

A few days passed at a leisurely pace. One weekend morning, I received a text message from her:

"I'm going to Beijing University of Technology to see my cousin today, and I thought I'd stop by your place and see you."

I saw her at the bus stop near my apartment complex. She was about 168 cm tall, wearing a light blue dress, with long hair,

high heels, and a small bag. I was captivated by her charm—fair skin, bright eyes, and a beautiful

voice . She noticed me staring at her and seemed a little shy. I knew I'd overreacted,

so I suggested we go eat together and chat.

We found a Western restaurant, ordered two steaks and drinks, and started eating slowly. Perhaps she'd never

eaten , because she seemed a bit awkward. When I asked if she wanted any other desserts, she just smiled and shook her head.

To be honest, her smile was captivating. I learned roughly why she was visiting:

she was going to see her cousin at the university and wanted to see what the person she'd chatted with online looked like, so despite her hesitation, she

came anyway. So I jokingly asked her if she was disappointed to see me. She blushed to her ears; I couldn't believe she was already

a mother of a two-year-old.

After about an hour and a half of eating, I suggested we take a walk along the main street, and she agreed. Since it was

the weekend and the streets were crowded, I suggested we go sing karaoke. It was convenient to get to the university from my house,

so there was no rush. I took her hand and led her to my car. She was a little shy and tried to pull her hand away, but ultimately

didn't let go. We found a karaoke room, and she just listened to me sing, clapping softly. So I ordered

a love song duet and sat down next to her to sing along. When I put my arm around her waist, she leaned on my

shoulder.

It was probably past four o'clock when her cousin called to ask where she was. She

spoke quietly to her cousin with her back to me, and because the music was a bit loud, I didn't hear her. Later, she said, "Let's go.

She has to go to school." So I said, "I'll take you."

She insisted on not taking it, afraid that her cousin would see her. I asked her if she could not go. She looked at me and said she could

come to see me again next time. So I saw her onto the bus, feeling a little disappointed. I then saw her onto the bus and went home by myself.

My phone rang. It was Di. She said she got on the bus but got off after two stops because she didn't want to see me looking so disappointed

. So I drove two blocks away and saw Di waiting for me, her face flushed red, unable to look me in the eye.

We continued chatting in the car for a long time, then found a small restaurant to eat at. By the time we finished, it was already dark. I said

, "Come stay at my place tonight."

She neither agreed nor refused, and I immediately thought she was probably hesitating. Later, she called her husband

and said she was staying at her cousin's place that night and wouldn't be going back.

When she arrived at my house, we sat on the sofa chatting, and I felt she was watching TV absentmindedly. Time

flew by, and before I knew it, it was almost 10:30. She asked me, "Can you find me one of your shirts? I can't

sleep like this tonight."

I was secretly pleased and quickly found her a clean shirt, saying, "You change first, I'm going to take a shower." After

I finished showering, I wrapped myself in a towel and came out. I felt her gaze was wandering, and she was still blushing and didn't dare to look at me.

"Go take a shower," I said to her.

She nodded and went to shower too.

When she came out of the shower, she was wearing my oversized shirt, trying to cover herself up, and shyly ran to the bed and covered

herself with the blanket. I teased her, "You've taken over my bed, what am I supposed to do? We're alone together, I'll sleep on the sofa."

She immediately pouted and said, "I always feel like you're very experienced, but I still feel

very safe with you. Let's sleep together."

I chuckled and said, "You're the one who's inviting trouble, don't complain that I'm a heartbreaker."

She patted me and said timidly, "Brother, are you sure you want to? "

So I held her and lay down on the bed to continue chatting.

After a while, I said, "Should we turn off the light?"

"It's okay, I actually like it with the light on," she said.

"Okay," I replied, stroking her hair and starting to kiss her from my side.

Her lips were a little cold, her thin lips gently brushing against mine. I wrapped my arms around her back and slowly

kissed ... her lips... her eyes... her ears... her neck... She closed her eyes, silently inhaling, her breath slowly becoming

rapid.

I lifted her shirt, revealing a snow-white body. Her breasts weren't large, probably because she had given birth

, but her nipples were gently erect. Her legs were simply perfect, slender but not bony. Her pubic hair was fine and sparse.

I continued kissing downwards, her breasts, abdomen, outer thighs, knees, calves… At each spot, she

couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her voice so alluring. I slowly began kissing upwards along the inside of her thighs,

stopping at her clitoris, which was already gushing wet. I teased the area with the tip of my tongue, and she

let out a soft "Ah."

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" I asked deliberately.

"You, you bad boy!" she laughed and scolded.

My tongue continued to tease her. Her legs began to close, clamping my head between them. My tongue began to

penetrate deeper; her taste was delicate, like a virgin's. I teased her vulva, and with each movement, she

squeezed me tightly. Soon, my lips were covered in moisture.

"Is it your period?" I asked.

"It's okay, I have an IUD," she said.

Entering her body was a wonderful feeling: without any assistance, my already hard penis slid

down her thighs into her clitoris. There was some resistance at first because her vagina was a bit small. I liked that

feeling. Later, she told me she had a C-section.

I loved making love with her. She wasn't the type to moan loudly, but those soft sounds

were so intoxicating, even more arousing. Unlike the women I'd had sex with before, her vagina was even smaller.

Even smoother. I could feel my penis reaching her cervix after entering. With another gentle thrust,

she cried out, "Too deep!"

I smiled and kissed her. I began to slowly piston-like, starting shallowly, rubbing the back of my penis against her wet

vagina. With each withdrawal, she let out a soft moan. After about five minutes of piston-like thrusting, she began to lose control

. She hugged my waist and pressed down hard. At this point, I began to penetrate deeper, and she didn't feel it was

too deep. I enjoyed the tight embrace of her smooth, moist walls and the warmth of her fluids, as well as the slight

trembling , her lower body welcoming my penetration.

We changed positions; I sat up, lifting her legs onto my shoulders, so I could see her

entire front, her thighs, and the process of my penis entering and exiting her body. This position excited me the most. She twisted her body,

her moans growing louder, "Ah...ah..."

The more she cried out, the more powerful my thrusts became. The bed rocked gently, making a sexy creaking sound.

"Let's do it from behind," I said.

"How do we go from here?" she asked me innocently.

I couldn't help but laugh; it seemed her man hadn't taught her much. Following my hand guidance, she

knelt down on the edge of the bed. Her buttocks weren't large, but they were fair and smooth. I stroked them and entered from behind.

"Oh my god, so deep!" she cried out from the front.

"Yes, feel it, is it comfortable?" I said, and started thrusting again.

This time she finally let go. In less than 10 minutes, she stopped crying out, her upper body limp on the bed,

no longer responding to my thrusts. I gently patted her buttocks, letting her lie down. She slumped onto the bed,

unable to move her limbs.

I leaned down and lay beside her.

"How was it? Still okay?" I asked with a smile.

She weakly waved her hands, finally managing to say, "...Oh my god, you're really... amazing!"

I liked this feeling. Many women had said similar things before, but I didn't appreciate it, because

all I needed was their holes. This one was different; I really liked this woman.

"Can we continue?" I asked mischievously.

"Aren't you done yet?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"No," I laughed.

"Oh..." she sighed, laughing too, "How are you so amazing!" (Later I

learned that her husband had been perfunctory during sex with her for the past two years, finishing in just a few minutes.)

I entered her again, this shy woman...

After about 20 minutes, she said, "I can't take it anymore."

I could also sense that she really couldn't take it anymore; her limbs were weak. So I thrust a few more times and ejaculated. She

immediately hugged my waist, letting my penis flow into her body. Then, I lay on top of her, letting my

still-erect penis remain inside her, slowly softening and sliding out.

It was a perfect sexual encounter, lasting about half an hour. We did it a few more times afterward, whenever I

got . I don't remember how many times we did it before dawn, only that each time she was almost

fainting, but she didn't refuse my embrace. At dawn, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day, she angrily punched my shoulder, "You hurt me!"

"Really? Where does it hurt?" I asked deliberately.

"You're so mean, now I can't even walk straight." She pretended to be angry, blushing.

A story with a Beijing girl.

I suddenly realized she was a natural SM expert, but at that time I didn't understand these things… We maintained

an intimate relationship for four years.

She was a voluptuous Beijing girl, my former colleague. At that time, she worked as a receptionist at the company. She

was quite pretty, considered good-looking among Beijing girls. A typical oval face, about 165cm tall, with

large, bright eyes, sexy lips, and a fleshy little nose, giving her a lively appearance.

Her skin was very fair, and her breasts were full and slightly pointed. Her only flaw, as is common among Beijing girls, was a relatively large frame, giving her

a slightly stocky appearance.

When we first met, we were just ordinary colleagues, and she had a boyfriend

who would pick her up from work downstairs. Sometimes I would contact her for work-related matters like sending faxes,

and sometimes we would chat, and gradually we became familiar.

Later, we started dating, from holding hands, kissing, hugging, caressing each other to making love…

It was crazy back then. We kept changing locations and times, looking for every opportunity to be happy.

At the company: after our colleagues went home, we locked the door and made love on the chairs in the company conference room,

on the windowsill, on the carpet, on the boss's big desk. We chased each other naked in the room, laughing and playing, hitting each other with

belts . Haha, I remember I sprained my ankle and limped for several days.

It was summer, and we went boating on Houhai Lake after it was completely dark. There were practically

no other people boating on Houhai Lake, so we took off our clothes on the pedal boat, gave each other oral sex, and then made love. I had her

lie face down, holding onto the side of the boat, and then I penetrated her from behind, her snow-white buttocks swaying in the darkness.

She liked to scream loudly during sex, but I was afraid others would hear, so I covered her mouth with my hand, and she just whimpered

.

It was so exciting, we reached orgasm together, and then she wanted to pee, but was embarrassed; so I told her to pee in

the water .

I grabbed her, and she half-squatted, sticking her butt out of the pedal

boat to pee. There was hardly any moonlight; the night was deep, but there was a faint glimmer of light. Her pale, naked body was sticking out of the pedal boat , peeing into the water... 　　In my car, we would park at the gate of a large, unused compound and make love in the back seat... Afterwards, we'd clean up with tissues and throw them on the ground. Because we went there so often, there was a huge pile of tissues in front of the gate. We'd go to hotels. Back then, we didn't have any special props. She liked me to blindfold her 　　with my shirt sleeve and then tie her hands behind her back with a belt while we made love. Then we'd switch places; she'd blindfold and tie me up in the same way, then ride on top of me and move hard until she was panting heavily... 　　And also, in the couples' seats at the movie theater... under the low hedge on the highway median... in the woods in the park...

Not far away, a group of old ladies were doing the Yangko dance, accompanied by tinkling music…

She gave me oral sex on the company's staircase. She didn't like me ejaculating in her mouth, but once I was too excited and ejaculated

inside her. She held my head and insisted on feeding it into my mouth, so I tasted myself for the first time.

Sometimes, while she was vigorously sucking me, there would be footsteps. I didn't have time to pull my penis away, so I had to immediately squat down

and cover it with the hem of my shirt, pretending to scratch it with a cigarette butt on the ground. She would laugh and say, "Let's go, let's go."

I couldn't stand up, so I ignored her, which made others very strange. I

wished I could just evaporate. She liked to pinch my inner thigh hard when I wasn't paying attention. It hurt a lot, and I would scream. The bruises

took weeks to fade…

She would make me shave her pubic hair, and then she would ask me if my smooth pubic area looked like a bagged chicken's

butt …

She would also unexpectedly bite my butt hard, and then watch me jump around in pain, she would smile

with satisfaction.

She would quickly insert two fingers into my anus, making it difficult for me to walk for days and causing pain when I defecated.

She would forcefully invade my ear canal with her tongue; I was very itchy, but she wouldn't let me move.

Back then, every date was very enjoyable, even though I was often covered in bruises.

She introduced me to the pleasures of SM, although I didn't understand SM at the time, I really enjoyed it.

She said, "Pain is also a kind of beauty!"...

My story with Lin :

My mood fluctuates; sometimes I think about it every day, sometimes I don't think about it at all. I've had many female friends online

, but when I'm not in the mood, it can drag on for a long time before we meet. Lin was

a friend I met on a forum. We got along very well online, chatting and joking around, and gradually became familiar with each other. I also

learned . She graduated from the art department of university, was from Taiyuan, and worked as a designer at an advertising company in Beijing, with periods of busyness followed by

periods of leisure. Because we got along well, we exchanged phone numbers.

After getting her number, I was very busy those days and didn't contact her. One weekend, in the late summer/early autumn season,

the weather was neither too hot nor too cold, perhaps the season when desires were strongest. With nothing else to do, I arranged to meet her. When we met, she

was about 165cm tall, wearing a plain-colored suit, with long hair, great skin, a round face, and a

large but not "high" bust, more like a disc. Her face radiated a smile, which I found quite pleasant. We

chatted on the island, talking about her university life and her current job. I don't remember the specifics of our conversation, but it was very

enjoyable, lasting until 10:30 PM. I drove her back to her rented place; the first meeting went smoothly.

Sure enough, the following evening after dinner, she called me saying she was bored and

tired of posting online. She suggested we meet, and I happily replied, "Sure, let's go for a walk in Chaoyang Park!" We

met as planned, and she looked great. This time she was wearing jeans and a tank top; perhaps because she had just

showered, her hair was still wet, and the evening breeze made her look rather alluring. We wandered around Chaoyang Park for half a day.

Perhaps we were tired, so we sat down on the grass among the trees. It was a bit dark there, and the trees provided some shade

, making it a fairly secluded spot. We spread newspapers on the ground. She sat very close to me, and I asked her, "

Can I put my arm around you?" She didn't say yes or no, but I sensed agreement in her eyes.

So I naturally pulled her into my arms. She nestled against me, and at that moment, we truly felt like a couple deeply in love.

I also loved the feeling of her nestled against me. I gently and tenderly stroked her lower abdomen. She

closed her eyes and stopped talking, and we savored the tenderness of the moment. I was surprised that we

could be so open and engaged on our second meeting; perhaps she was surprised too. I quickly set up the yurt (a traditional Mongolian tent), because she

was half-lying against me, so I figured her lower back must have felt my intense physical reaction

.

I controlled my breathing, gently kissing her face, her eyes, her earlobes, and her lips

… My right hand cradled her, my left hand gently caressed her waist and her breasts, and finally I slipped my hand inside her

pants , into her panties, and stroked her pubic hair. Occasionally

, I would gently pull a few strands between my fingers… She seemed very aroused, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and sucking it forcefully

.

I realized that the feeling of having my tongue sucked forcefully was strange, and I learned

this trick from then on. I couldn't stand her powerful kisses, so I retaliated by pushing her pants down hard, creating

a little space, and pressed my entire palm against her sensitive spot. It was already overflowing with moisture.

Because I hadn't unbuttoned her panties, the space was very small, and my hand didn't have much room. I

wanted to put my fingers into the "waterfall," but I could only insert them a little bit; she must have been very uncomfortable. So I had to

play the piano in the stream with a few fingers, and I could feel the squelching sound of the water.

Her hands were tightly wrapped around my waist. I think she also wanted to grasp the poles supporting the yurt, but

she couldn't reach them from that position.

I played the piano for a while, then dipped my index finger in more viscous liquid and rubbed the peanut with my fingertip. First,

I gently stroked it to moisten it, then circled it again and again, one circle lighter than the next,

circles within circles, circles outside circles. I could clearly feel the peanut hardening. Sometimes it wouldn't follow my circles,

but rolled away. Her breathing became heavier and heavier. Later, she simply put her feet on the ground, straightened her back, and with

each circle I made with my fingertip, her back would arch. As she arched, she suddenly let out a cry, hugged my waist tightly, and her back

softened. She shyly turned halfway and buried her head in my chest.

After resting for a while, she gently unbuttoned my shirt, gently stroked my chest, and then sucked on

my small nipple. My half-erect penis began to stir again. I couldn't take it anymore and told her I

was really uncomfortable down there. She smiled gently at me, then changed positions, sitting sideways between my spread legs. She

unbuckled my belt, and I braced myself with my hands. She very cooperatively pulled down my underwear and trousers a bit. My

penis sprang out, like a banana, pressed tightly against my stomach.

She touched it with her hand, then kissed it, first kissing the head, then

taking it in her mouth with her lips. My penis is a little long, but it's a sensitive area for me, so...

I couldn't help but moan. She didn't take it in deeply, always only about halfway, wanting to take it all in but not quite, making me

itch and extremely excited. Her kisses were gentle; when she took it in, she sucked hard, and when she pulled it out,

she stirred it with her tongue, stirring in perfect spots, either the head or the groove… making my glans feel loose

, numb, and itchy, wanting to ejaculate.

I tried hard to hold back; I should enjoy this wonderful pleasure a little longer. Finally, I couldn't hold on any longer. I started

moaning, bracing myself on the ground with my hands, thrusting my hips in, coordinating with her mouth's thrusts, occasionally hitting

deep . My penis became even harder and longer, and I felt something rapidly shooting

out from deep inside. With a strange cry, I ejaculated, shooting into her mouth. I handed her a tissue, and she gently

sucked up the liquid from my penis and spat it onto the tissue.

We hugged for a while, then cleaned up the newspapers on the floor and drove her home (she insisted on not coming to my

place , and I didn't force her). Because we were both busy, it felt like we hadn't seen each other for over a week.

One evening, I went for a walk after dinner, and she called me, saying she was bored and wanted to come over for a chat.

We met at our usual spot. This time, I hadn't brought a newspaper, so I took out a small pack of tissues, pulled out a few, spread them

on the grass, and sat down. There were no lights, so the atmosphere became ambiguous.

Occasionally, people would pass by. We hugged and kissed for a while, similar to last time, but

much shorter, perhaps less than 10 minutes. The difference was that this time I kissed her breasts. Her

breasts were smaller than I had imagined, her nipples were larger and darker, but easy to suck and very sensitive.

After we finished , I took her home. When we got to her building, I opened my arms, indicating she wanted a hug. She was very understanding and turned

to hug me. I gently kissed her forehead. Then I gently pushed her away, gesturing for her to go upstairs.

She kept her head down, as if she didn't want me to leave; I think I read her expression. She opened the main

security , and I followed behind her, both trying to keep our footsteps as quiet as possible.

We went up to the second floor, turned right, and she turned back and gently shushed me, signaling me to be quiet. Then

she whispered in my ear that the people next door knew her well, and the building's soundproofing was poor;

even a slightly loud phone call from next door would be heard. She told me to keep my voice down so they wouldn't hear.

She quietly opened her bedroom door, and we went inside, changed into slippers, and moved without making a sound.

She said she didn't like having the lights on, and I said it was fine. We understood each other perfectly in the darkness

, our eyes met, and we embraced, undressed, trying to be as quiet as possible. Our naked bodies quickly intertwined

, and we felt incredibly excited, like we were having an affair.

This time, we didn't have sex. She lay on the edge of the bed, I stood on the floor, lifted her legs, put on

the condom I had prepared, and penetrated her. The bed was surprisingly quiet, no creaking, so I could work hard—great!

What was frustrating was that she couldn't cry out. The dim light from the window slanted across her, and I saw her gritting her teeth, trying her best

not to make a sound. I knew from her bodily fluids that she was experiencing intense pleasure and stimulation, and it must be very difficult for her to remain

silent .

But people are strange like that; the more I saw her like this, the more aroused I became. I thrust in and out, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep,

but I dared not slam my thigh against her buttocks with each deep thrust, because that would make a loud slapping sound. I felt it was

even more exciting than making love with my ex-girlfriend on the grass, and I quickly reached my climax.

I felt I was about to give up, so I pulled out. She then got off the bed, bent over, and supported herself on

the bed , her buttocks facing me. I naturally grabbed her buttocks and thrust in. Her buttocks were very perky and

fleshy; it felt so good to hold them. Because of the change in position, my climax had decreased considerably, so

now I could thrust in and out dozens of times. I wanted to last longer, so when I felt my climax rising

again, I stopped, holding her buttocks still. Perhaps she was close to orgasm, and stopping like this would make her uncomfortable.

She suddenly took the initiative, moving her hips quickly and twisting them, giving me a

spinning tight, perhaps close to orgasm, occasionally tugging at my penis.

This sensation was unforgettable, incredibly stimulating. I felt my perineum tighten, and my penis

grew . I grabbed

her hips again and thrust deeply a few more times, letting out a muffled roar, holding her waist tightly, and ejaculated inside her…

We reached orgasm together.

Afterwards, I casually touched her thigh and found it very wet. I'd heard before that

women more wet, but now I understood—it's not necessarily true that only women with large breasts are wet.

Later, she came to my house again and we did it four times in one night. That time, we used scented candles, the atmosphere was quite romantic, and it

lasted quite a while. But I won't go into details here. Later, I went out of town for a project and

didn't see her for a while. When I came back, I forgot to contact her right away (at the time, I was really into Di).

Later, when I saw her on QQ, her QQ account was now in Taiyuan. She said her parents back home

were worried about her not having a boyfriend in Beijing and facing a lot of work pressure, so they found her a good job and let her

go back her parents' side.

Last year, I went to Taiyuan on business and we had a meal together. Because I had to rush back to Beijing,

nothing . She told me she had a boyfriend who treated her well. I said, "Then cherish him, get married steadily,

and be a contented little woman."

She laughed and said, "As long as you never come to Taiyuan, I'll definitely be very content."

Hearing that made me very proud. After leaving Taiyuan, I deleted her phone number, not wanting to bother her anymore.

I hope she's happy, lovely and beautiful Lin! 　　I met her by chance about six months ago. She was a very beautiful woman, 168cm tall, with a curvaceous figure and fair skin—just my type. They say Tianjin is known for its beautiful women, and she was definitely one of them. However, she's five years older than me

. Back 　　in Beijing, I received a message from her. My heart stirred, but I'd long since passed the initial infatuation, so I didn't pay much attention. I just gave a few polite replies. A few days later, she added me on QQ …it was her. They say it's easy for a woman to pursue a man, and how could I, someone who appreciates women, not be tempted? We chatted enthusiastically…

I could sense her affection for me. However, we were in different places, and although we kept saying we'd meet, we never actually did. We even argued and bickered

online . She said all the men around her were vying for her attention, and wondered why I always seemed

indifferent. I told her it was because I was busy with my career and had my own life; but the more I said that, the more she wanted to

see , and finally, she couldn't resist coming to Beijing recently.

Meeting her was a little awkward, but we gradually relaxed during dinner and started exchanging glances. I noticed

her figure and skin; they were still so beautiful, making me very aroused. I'd fantasized about being with her even

when , and now the opportunity had arrived… After dinner, she said she needed to go back to her hotel.

How could I, a naturally romantic person, rush her back? What if we were too reserved and things didn't go smoothly?

So, I took her hand and we went to a bar. Amidst the music and atmosphere, we kissed. She was so

into it; the sounds she made were irresistible. So I rushed back to the hotel, showered, and got into bed. She still pretended to be reserved, so I continued

to tease her with my passionate kisses and licked her earlobe. She was incredibly wanton in bed, already

making a lot of noise.

The more wanton she was, the more excited I became. So I took her nipple in my mouth, and she naturally let out another moan.

After a few more times like that, I slowly parted her long, slender legs, suddenly knelt between them, and took her

vulva into my mouth, starting to give her oral sex. This wasn't just to stimulate her, but also to smell her lower body.

She couldn't take it anymore, so I used all my usual skills. When I felt her moans getting louder, I

got up and thrust my already impatient penis inside her…

Naturally, it brought her to her peak. Because I was also extremely excited, I ejaculated a lot, half a condom full.

I had planned to do it twice before going to sleep, but after ejaculating, I couldn't get up anymore, haha.

In the middle of the night, I was sound asleep when I vaguely heard someone kissing me. I was half-asleep. When she saw I was awake, she knelt between my legs and started

sucking my penis. A few deep throats convinced me she was a pro, so I went for 69. She got

increasingly excited, wanting me to penetrate her from behind and even spank her.

The next morning, I had some errands to run, so I quietly left, intending to contact her again in the afternoon, as she

was planning to meet some friends the next day. However, when she woke up and found I was gone, she felt abandoned and left heartbroken

(this is what she later told me).

I've only ever been to a prostitute twice in my life, both about seven or eight years ago. I never want to again

because it's pointless. If it's just about sex, I don't lack women. I don't remember my first time with a prostitute very well

because I was drunk and someone took me there. I was very nervous and afraid my buddies would realize I'd never been before and laugh at me,

so I pretended to be very experienced. It was at a bathhouse. I don't remember the details of what happened. I was so drunk that I couldn't get an erection for the

first ten minutes. Later, the prostitute got impatient and said she wouldn't pay until I ejaculated, so she used her mouth to make me hard. But

because I was still so drunk, I couldn't ejaculate even after an hour. I couldn't control my brain at all. Later,

seeing how hard the prostitute was working, I didn't ejaculate either, paid, and left. So, my first time with a prostitute was very frustrating. Let

me tell you about my second time.

The second time was right after I graduated from university. I was working on a reservoir project, which meant I'd be there for two or three months.

The area was deserted, and the nearest county town was a half-hour drive away. Besides work, all I did was

drink, gamble, and watch TV. It was incredibly boring, and sex became a major concern. Eventually, someone

found places in the surrounding towns where we could satisfy our sexual needs. At first, I didn't want

to

go, thinking it was unclean. But I couldn't resist everyone's encouragement, and the contractor kept inviting me. I was also feeling restless, so I decided to give it a try.

It was a small place, and there were only about ten girls. Because of my job, everyone let me choose first,

but upon closer inspection, they were all pretty much the same. What kind of life could a rural girl possibly have in such a place? Later, I seriously

looked for another one. This girl wasn't short, had a round face, fair skin, and long hair tied in a

ponytail. She had big eyes and sexy red lips. Her looks were average, typical of a country girl,

nothing special, but not bad either. However, her figure was very attractive to me: a full and robust physique. She wore

a white shirt, her full breasts stretched taut under the fabric, and her camisole bra was clearly

visible . Her waist was also taut, and she wore black silk trousers. Her buttocks were round and large, and her thighs were almost

as thick as mine.

A voluptuous young woman stood before me, her mere presence making my blood boil. A surge of

heat rose within me, and without thinking, I said, "Okay, she's the one!" I told the others, "Never mind you guys, I

'm going to sing karaoke now." The woman led me to a room at the back of the karaoke bar. Turning on the light, I saw the room was indeed quite large,

with a large bed in the middle of the floor. Although the furnishings were simple, even somewhat shabby, it was clean. The lighting was dim,

but it had a certain charm. I sat down next to the woman; she glanced at me and blushed. She smiled but didn't say anything.

I really like voluptuous, healthy girls like this. I gently put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her

against me . She nestled against my chest, and I ran my right hand over her thigh—it felt full and firm. I kissed her

cheek and then planted a kiss on her soft lips. She glanced at me

and smiled again. We chatted briefly, she told me her name (which was definitely fake) and her family background. I

felt aroused, and my right hand left her thigh, reaching through her shirt to touch her full breasts. Her breasts were

full and firm, too big to be grasped in one hand, so I kneaded them vigorously. Her breathing quickened slightly,

her face flushed. I kissed her lips, my tongue darting into her mouth, mingling with hers. She became aroused too, moaning and

licking my tongue back and forth, our saliva flowing into each other's mouths, making smacking noises.

My penis hardened, so I

reached for her shirt, which just covered her large breasts. As I unbuttoned the highest button on her shirt... As I clicked the button, her breasts sprang out of her shirt like

springs ; if it weren't for her bra, they probably would have bounced right into my face. Although she

was just a country girl, her bra was very sexy—large cups covered in lace and openwork. The

cups were quite revealing, only covering half of her breasts, her large, white breasts almost spilling out, even the areolas were clearly

visible , but the nipples weren't showing—very alluring.

I cupped her bra with both hands, feeling its weight and firmness. I wrapped my arms around her full breasts.

I reached around her waist, unhooked her bra from behind, and pulled the straps off her shoulders. The bra came off, and wow, those big breasts! Beneath the white flesh, faint blue veins peeked out. The nipples were like two big grapes.

The breasts were slightly sagging, but still very firm overall. I swallowed hard, helped her lie down on the bed, took

off her shoes, and then took off my shoes and got into bed too. She was wearing a shirt with her chest open, revealing her two large breasts. Her face was flushed, and

she looked extremely lewd.

I knelt between her legs and first licked her bright red, swollen nipple with the tip of my tongue. She moved

slightly , her eyes closed. I then took the entire nipple into my mouth and played with it, making smacking

sounds on purpose. Sure enough, she was aroused by my teasing, her body twisting gently, and she

responded . I ate one nipple and then another, my hands not idle either, kneading her breasts in large handfuls. She

held my neck with both hands, moaning "ah, ah." I thought: This simple girl is quite good at acting.

I unzipped her pants and pulled down the zipper, revealing that she was wearing red lace

panties The panties were very sexy, narrow and thin, and although they didn't match her bra, they had a different kind of

allure. I took off her pants, and she was indeed very voluptuous, even a bit overweight, but because of her firm muscles,

she didn't look bulky. Her large buttocks and shapely thighs were encased in a narrow red panty, creating

a truly arousing sight.

I quickly stripped off my clothes, pulled down her panties, spread her legs, and knelt between them

to carefully examine her genitals. She didn't have much pubic hair, almost none at all. Her labia majora were thick

and full. Because her legs were spread wide, her labia majora were also parted, and

some , staining the edges of her inner thighs. I lowered my head and smelled it; it had a faint scent. I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue

and licking her thick labia majora. She groaned, as if she couldn't withstand such stimulation. She put her hands on my

head , but I didn't care. I repeatedly inserted my tongue into her plump vulva and stirred it around. Her body twisted even more violently, her hands

grabbing my hair, and she kept moaning wildly.

Her love juices flowed even more, covering my face. My penis was so hard it felt like it was about to burst. I

pulled her off the bed, and she didn't know why I had stopped. She grabbed my arm, pleading with me to

continue. I stood up and brought my penis to her lips. She blushed and looked at me, guiding my penis with her hand.

She opened her mouth and took the head in first, licking it a few times. Her lips were warm and hot, and I couldn't help but moan with pleasure.

She swallowed my penis whole, eating it like a popsicle. Her saliva made my penis

glisten. I leaned against the wall, closed my eyes, and felt like I was about to fly.

After a long time, I felt it was about time, so I took off her shirt. She obediently lay on the bed, her legs bent and

spread wide. This position was a sight to behold, and a thrill for my penis. I knelt in front of her buttocks and pressed my penis against her

lips. Her opening was a little low and already very slippery, so I thrust in with a soft "whoosh." Her

opening was neither too tight nor too loose, just enough to envelop my penis. The warm, slippery sensation made me unconsciously start thrusting.

She held my waist, moaning softly but passionately. But even then, I still suspected

she was faking it, because I never trusted this kind of transactional sex.

Her vagina was very lubricating, making it feel incredibly comfortable, like taking a bath inside a cave. She moaned with my

movements and clung tightly to me. I pressed myself against her full, shapely body, feeling

as . I thrust into her forcefully, the continuous piston-like motion leaving me drenched in sweat. After a while, I

flipped her over, making her lie face down on the bed, while I pressed myself against her back, penetrating her from behind. Because her opening was

relatively low, this rear-entry position was perfect. I gripped the backs of her hands tightly,

pounding her large, plump buttocks with each stroke, making her close her eyes and scream with pleasure. I also

really , thrusting into her with all my might…

After a while, I made her kneel down and fuck her again. Her head was pressed against the pillow, her hair scattered all over the bed, her upper body

lowered while her buttocks were raised high, a very alluring position. After a while, I made her stand up and lean

against the wall, and I also stood up and fucked her from behind. This position was somewhat difficult, but it also greatly increased the stimulation

. She was moaning incoherently, and I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, almost ejaculating. I quickly held it in, took

a breath lay down, letting her sit on my penis. She obediently swallowed my rod with her hole, playing

the fairy sitting on a candlestick up and down, but she was exhausted from what I had done, so her movements were weak.

I asked what was wrong? Were you out of energy?

She said breathlessly, "I...I'm out of energy...So tired...You...you do it to me!"

I thought about it and realized she was right; I was also feeling a bit tired. So I had her lie down again, lifted her legs

high , pressed them under my arms, and comfortably inserted my penis into her hole. Her juices seemed

to flow endlessly, like a spring, and the slippery, hot sensation made me unable to hold back any longer. My waist ached, and I

shouted loudly, "I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum...Ah...Ah..."

She cried out, "Ah...shoot it in...come in...I'm going to...I'm coming..."

My penis released, and large gushes of fresh, hot semen sprayed into her vagina. I was panting heavily, lying on

top of , unable to get up. She lay motionless, covered in sweat, both of us like the dead. We both

fell asleep like that. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I couldn't resist having sex with her again. Although it wasn't as exciting or intense as the last time, I

was still very aroused.

The next day, we did it again. Later, she wanted to be my lover, asking me to visit her often,

for free. I verbally agreed, then gave her a fake phone number, and never came back to

that place. I had many opportunities to go to entertainment venues with clients afterward, but I never

had sex with any of the prostitutes again. I was tired of sex work.

My acquaintance with Bird was purely accidental. One day in July or August of 2001, a college classmate asked me to go

with to buy a mobile phone. We went to the Gongzhufen area and looked at many phones, but none of them satisfied us.

Later, on the second floor of a telecommunications hall, my classmate saw a popular domestic brand that

was advertised everywhere. The saleswoman was very professional, so we decided to buy that phone. This girl...

It was Bird. After chatting for about ten minutes, my classmate decided to buy the phone. He paid and filled out the form. In that short time,

I realized this girl was a very skilled salesperson; she knew how to understand customer psychology, making you feel good after buying her phone

.

I occasionally chimed in with a few words. She said, "How come you're so humorous?"

I replied, "It's in my nature, and I'm even more humorous around pretty girls."

She smiled, didn't say anything, and blushed slightly. After completing the formalities, just as I was about to leave, I suddenly had an

urge to get to know her. Although I'm quite popular with women, I rarely strike up conversations with strange girls, so I

shyly and tentatively asked her, "Could I have your phone number? I'd like to ask you for

help .

" She generously said, "Of course! My name is Bird, and this is my phone number."

That's how we met.

For the next few days, I couldn't stop thinking about this girl; her voice, her smile, and her presence left a deep impression on me

. One weekend afternoon, after drinking at a colleague's house, I suddenly had an urge to see her, so I

called her. She said she was getting off work at 3 PM and had something to do at home. I asked, "Can I give you a ride?"

She said yes.

I was poor at the time and didn't have a car, so I took the bus and

then Our meeting was very natural. She lived in Daxing at the time. We took a bus with a number starting with 9, and since there were no seats, we

stood the whole time. Something interesting happened: the conductor didn't ask us to

buy tickets, and neither of us did. We walked all the way to our destination without buying tickets. She was surprised because the conductor had greeted me

. I guessed the conductor had mistaken me for someone else, and I joked that it was because I had a good face.

We had a very pleasant conversation on the way, and I learned a lot about her experiences. She's a beautiful woman from Chongqing, born in the Year of the Dog, and started working at 17. She 's done many jobs, but she's been working in the mobile phone industry for three or four years, and every year she's been the national sales champion

for her brand .

On one hand, I admired her hard-working spirit, and on

the other hand, I liked this girl even more. But when she was almost home, she told me something that really disappointed me: she had a

boyfriend of over a year, and they were getting married.

She could see my disappointment and told me, "You're a very good guy. If I had met you earlier,

maybe we could have had a chance, but now it's impossible. I sincerely hope you can find a good girl.

I'm so happy to have met you; you're so genuine and so funny."

The story should have ended there, but many coincidences destined us to have a story.

For a while afterward, we kept in touch occasionally, but we never met. About a month later,

I was running errands in Xibianmen when I happened to run into her. I asked her what was wrong, and she said her company was there, and she was

going back to her office for a meeting. Haha, what a coincidence! We then agreed to have dinner together.

Dinner and our chat went very well. We drank quite a bit, and I told her about many of my experiences. She also

confided in me, revealing more about her situation: her boyfriend was a colleague and the general manager of the Beijing region. He treated her

very well, and although they had lived together for over a year, they always slept in separate rooms. This boy, though not the

one she loved, had been pursuing her relentlessly and treated her extremely well, saying he wouldn't touch her until they were married. Her parents

also liked him and told her not to be too willful. Over time, she got used to it, thinking that as long as he loved her, that

was enough.

Afterwards, I took her home. I couldn't help but think how attractive this girl was, and on the way, I couldn't help but tell her: "Boda,

I really like you. If you think I'm good enough, please give me a chance."

She said: "Meiyu, although you've really moved me, I can't. I'm really going to get married to him. My family and everyone around me have accepted him. I don't deserve you waiting for me. Maybe I can introduce you to some pretty girls from

our company sometime ." 　　When I got home that night, I felt terrible. I felt that marrying someone you don't love is a very unhappy thing, so I had to fight for her; I couldn't give up on this girl. 　　For a while afterward, we kept in touch frequently and occasionally ate together. She especially loved Chongqing snacks, so during that time, I often took her to different corners of Beijing to find delicious Chongqing food. Although neither of us explicitly said anything, I knew she liked me. I would occasionally joke with her, asking her to be my girlfriend, but she always refused, saying, "Can you be serious? We'll just be good friends." 　　That year was my first year in Beijing, my career wasn't going well, and I was incredibly poor. Although being with was happy, going out for transportation and meals always cost money. Boda understood a man's predicament and would always insist on paying when we went out. One time, I remember it vividly. We were eating lamb skewers in Xinjiekou. After we finished, she insisted on paying, then suddenly pulled two recharge cards from her bag, saying, "I was cleaning the house yesterday and found two China Unicom recharge cards. My phone is with China Mobile, so I don't need them. I thought I'd give them to you; it'd be a waste if they expired. 　　" She said it so casually, and I foolishly accepted them. Later, I realized that neither of them used China Unicom phones, so how could they have recharge cards? They must have bought them specifically for me and made up an excuse to avoid embarrassing me. 　　At the time, I was particularly infatuated with Bird. Because of her work, she had relatively flexible hours, and the man she was with trusted her, so we often spent time together carefree. It was all so innocent then; nothing happened . Later, I wrote an article online about our story and my feelings for her. It caused quite a stir on NetEase forums, but unfortunately, the forum was redesigned, and I can no longer find my article. I took her to an internet cafe to read the article I wrote. After reading it, her face turned bright red. She took my hand very tenderly and naturally and asked , "Meiyu, am I really that good? Do you really like me that much?" 　　I said, "Yes, it's true. You're the girl I want." 　　That night, on the way home, I held her hand and kissed her. She said she was conflicted; she was very happy with me, but felt guilty towards her boyfriend. She asked me to give her some time to make a choice. 　　At that time, I kept suspecting she was still a virgin, but I thought it was unlikely, after all, they had lived together for over a year, and I didn't believe a man could endure that long. Later, I deliberately took her to my classmate's place (I was living in a very simple place at the time, and I was embarrassed to take her there, but she kept wanting to see it, and I refused).

It was an afternoon, and she was completely unprepared. When I kissed her and laid her down on the bed,

I knew she had little experience. As I kissed her entire body, she stiffened, offering no resistance . Only at the moment of penetration

did she realize what was about to happen; the pain was unbearable, but it was too late.

My foreplay was minimal, so she must have been in a lot of pain when I first entered her. At that moment, I only wanted

to have , ignoring her feelings. Therefore, her first time wasn't pleasant; I ejaculated after only a few minutes of thrusting

because she was in so much pain. When she limped to the bathroom, I discovered blood on the bed—virgin blood.

I was shocked and deeply moved. She cried, saying she never expected me to treat her like that. I felt immense guilt, constantly

apologizing .

A long time passed until she felt a little better before I took her out to eat. On the way, she forgave

me, taking my arm. At that moment, I felt incredibly happy, but she was in even more pain. In the days that followed

, she was always very sensitive and troubled. At the time, I didn't understand and thought she was too emotional, but now

I realize that her pain stemmed from inner conflict. I barely

remember .

After that, we were very happy together, and she loved me even more, always finding excuses to stay out late. However, we

never had a chance to be intimate again. Later, a classmate of mine had to go to a meeting, so I borrowed the apartment again and

went there that night with my phone. She made up an excuse, saying she was staying at a good friend's house, and the man who loved her believed

her. There was an incident in between. When we were exiting the subway, she saw a dog seller and felt

the dog was pitiful and cute, insisting on buying it. I didn't agree because I didn't have any money at the time and didn't want

her to spend it, so I lied and said I would buy it for her later. Later, I did go back to that place, but unfortunately, I

couldn't find the dog seller anymore. She was a little angry about this the whole way home.

When we got to my classmate's house, we each took a shower (because she had never showered with anyone before, so she didn't agree

to shower together), then changed clothes and went to bed to make love. She was especially excited that night. As I slowly removed her

clothes , revealing her full breasts, I gently massaged her nipples with my palms and kissed her earlobes, arousing her

intense desire. She let out soft moans. She said she had never been so excited. I sat up, wrapped my arms around

her waist from behind, and pulled her between my legs. I then pulled down her panties, bent her legs, and spread them apart , placing

them on my thighs. Her opening was thus revealed, moist and cool. She looked up at me shyly,

her face flushed, awaiting my caresses. I leaned down and kissed her from behind her neck, while my palm gently rubbed

her pubic hair. The movement of my palm stimulated her labia minora, and the waves of pleasure from the friction made her gasp softly.

A moment later, I placed my left hand under her left breast, cupping it. Her nipple, hardened with excitement,

was bright red. My right hand gently caressed her left breast, as if admiring a precious jewel. My left hand lightly

pressed against her left breast, kneading the areola and nipple, further arousing her. My right hand moved down to her vulva, parting

her labia and gently stroking her labia minora with my fingers. She leaned against my

chest as if paralyzed, trying to clamp my hand between her legs, but it wouldn't close properly. She could only press

my hand down with her small hands. Her lower abdomen and vulva convulsed violently, and she let out meaningless cries.

At this moment, I took out my penis and comforted her, telling her not to be afraid. It was erect and firm. She said it was too big, that it would hurt, and

that she was worried it wouldn't be able to accommodate it. I reassured her, saying that a woman's vagina is very elastic, and even a fetus's head can pass through it; she

could definitely accommodate it.

To make her feel a little more favorably towards my penis, I even let her hold it up and look at it.

Then I laid her down on her back, placed a pillow under her waist to raise her vulva, and bent and spread her legs.

I sat between her legs, looking down at her vulva. She looked at me shyly and said, "You bad boy! Don't look."

I used my hands to open her vagina and labia majora, my fingers gently manipulating the inner walls of her labia majora,

caressing her labia minora and the opening. I then pulled the top of her labia minora upwards,

exposing her swollen vulva. My fingers gently massaged her extremely sensitive vulva, and she trembled as if electrocuted. I kissed

her, thrusting my lower body forward, the head slowly pressing against the opening. The opening and surrounding area were stretched open by the hard tip.

She nervously pushed against my chest and said, "Darling, can you be gentle? I'm still scared."

Although we had had brief sex once before, she was still unaccustomed to it, and her brows furrowed. I stopped and

asked her if it hurt, and if we could continue. She released her hands from my chest and nodded, letting me continue.

My penis broke through her last line of defense, slowly and deeply penetrating her opening. In no

time , my glistening member was fully inserted, reaching deep into her body, the tip seemingly touching her heart, causing her

to let out a long sigh. She hugged me tightly, enjoying the pleasure brought by my kisses and the pressure of my embrace.

I asked with a smile, "Is sex comfortable?"

She said shyly, "I won't tell you."

As I thrust in, my pubic bone pressed against the top of her vulva, slightly tugging at her swollen

clitoris. I slowly inserted and quickly withdrew, repeatedly thrusting my hard penis in and out of her vulva

. Her body swayed with each of my thrusts, her nipples rubbing against my chest with the up-and-down

movement . After about twenty minutes, I couldn't help but ejaculate. She was also panting heavily, her head covered

in sweat. And so, we made love six times that night. The next day, on my way to work, I was exhausted. At

work, I couldn't help but nap at my desk for over an hour. These were the only seven times we'd ever

made love , but they're memories I'll cherish forever.

Our happy days didn't last long. I thought we'd be together forever, but then my

loose tongue One day, I told her about my past relationships, including how many girlfriends I'd had and

how many girls I'd slept with (around twenty or thirty at the time). She was shocked, feeling like she'd

been deceived. Nothing I did could comfort her; she went straight home before I could even finish. After that,

she wouldn't answer my calls, calling me a conman. But I was truly serious about her. This once again

proved girls are often petty, and

it's never a good thing for a man to boast about his past promiscuity to the woman he loves.

Three or four months later, she married that man. They bought a house in Chaoyang District, and he

bought another one in Tongzhou District, planning to have her parents move in with him. He treated her very well. Later, she forgave

me. We occasionally ate together or I accompanied her to meet clients. She even came to my house to cook for me, but she

wouldn't let me touch her anymore. We became true friends, but I knew she still loved me. She always

had a knot in her heart: she didn't love this man. A year after their marriage, they separated. She later resigned and returned to

Chongqing . Their divorce proceedings lasted a year. The man went to Chongqing many times to try and win her back, but he couldn't.

Her parents were heartbroken. During holidays, she would still go back to the man

's hometown with him to visit his parents, just like a married couple, so as not to disappoint them. But she would never let him touch her again. In the end,

they still divorced.

In 2005, she came to Beijing on business and specifically came to see me, but I missed the opportunity again because

I already had a steady girlfriend. We had dinner, and I took her back to her place. The next day, she

flew back to Chongqing. She opened a bar there, and business was good. She was dating a

boyfriend , saying it was just for fun. Two years later, she gave the house and bar she had bought to this young man and left

.

After that, I lost all contact with her. She would only call or text

me when she was drunk, telling me: "Meiyu, I love you. I really miss you. You are the love of my life."

At the time, I was immersed in happiness, so I always remained silent. I thought she must be having

a hard time.

This Valentine's Day morning, I received a text from her: "I'm a mother. My son was born at eight."

I was surprised and asked her who the father was and when she got married, but she didn't reply.

A week ago, she texted me, asking me to name the child, to have her surname. That's when I

learned she wasn't married; she had a child through artificial insemination, saying the child's father would only be Meiyu.

I cried. She said: "You finally had a change of heart."

While writing this post, I was texting with her the whole time, and my thoughts were fragmented, so

it's not perfect.

She said she wanted to see this post and asked why I was writing about her. I said: I'm getting old, and lately I've been particularly fond of

reminiscing about the past.

As I said this, I started crying again: "Boda, I really hope you and your child can be happy. I will definitely visit

you in Chongqing when I have time. I love you!"

My acquaintance with Yan was quite accidental. She was a colleague of one of my pen pals. They were both working in the military at the time. I

had met this pen pal a few times, but because her personality was too boyish, we always treated each other like buddies. My pen pal

often praised me to her (my pen pal was also a beautiful girl with a stunning figure, but I hadn't touched her all these years),

so although we had never met, she had some impression of me.

During the summer vacation of my junior year in college, instead of going home, I shared a bed with two buddies at a market to work

at the night market. Bored during the day, my pen pal called, saying they were free and

invited me to come over, offering to introduce me to a girlfriend. I've always had a soft spot for female soldiers and police officers, so I happily

went. At their unit, I met Yan for the first time. She was 169 cm tall and weighed 55 kg, a typical northern

beauty , since my university city was known for its beautiful women.

The three of us chatted for a long time. My pen pal said she had to work, while Yan was off and going home, asking if I could give her a ride. I,

of course, understood. So, after Yan changed into civilian clothes, we took a bus home together. Her home was on the other side of the city,

requiring a transfer from the military base. We chatted about everything under the sun on the bus. That day was a coincidence; there had been a car accident ahead

, and the road was jammed. All the other passengers got off, but the two of us stayed in the car

, chatting the whole time. I don't remember what we talked about, but it was a very pleasant conversation. Later, when the road cleared, I took her home, got

her home phone number, and left.

I quickly returned to school and immediately called my pen pal, asking her to ask Yan what she thought of me. My pen pal

laughed and said that she had already spoken to her and that Yan had a very good impression of me. She just reminded me that Yan's parents were quite picky and

had high standards, so Yan wasn't an easy girl to pursue; many people had failed to win her over the years. However, she felt

I was pretty good, so she agreed to continue getting to know me . I

was overjoyed. At noon, I went out for drinks with some classmates. During lunch,

I lavished praise on Yan's beauty and excellence. Everyone said I was bragging and suggested I bring her home to meet them sometime.

Emboldened called Yan after lunch to ask what she was doing. She said her parents weren't home and she was watching

TV out of boredom. I suggested we go to the amusement park this afternoon, and she immediately agreed. Since the amusement park was near my school,

she quickly took a bus to find me.

We had a great time that afternoon. Of course, I easily took her hand and

sincerely asked her to be my girlfriend. Because of the good groundwork laid by our previous pen pal relationship, she already had a good impression of me,

so she tacitly agreed.

We played until evening, and neither of us wanted to part. I said, "The three of us rented a place

for business I won't go to the market tonight. How about you stay at my place? There are two rooms; I'll let the other two go back

to school, and you and I will each have a room. Don't leave tonight."

At first, she absolutely refused, but after my persistent pleading, she believed me and called

home , lying to her mother that she had gone straight back to work. We went to the market again. I exchanged

a glance with my two friends, and they knew they wouldn't be able to come back tonight. We walked around, bought her some things at the night market, then

went to eat, and then returned to my rented place.

Actually, I've always wanted to be a gentleman and keep my word. But imagine a cat cuddling a fish—how could you not be tempted? Yan

was indeed inexperienced and easily lured to my house. Of course, it was all the same old tricks; by then, I

had plenty of experience with men and women, so dealing with a girl with no sexual experience was a piece of cake. Hehe,

the show was about to begin.

After we went inside, we watched TV and chatted. She asked me where I was sleeping that night, and I told her she could sleep in any room,

just remember to lock the door. She said, "I trust you; you seem like a really good person."

Right after she said that, I suddenly grabbed her head and kissed her deeply. It was her first kiss, and she had no experience.

She froze, unsure how to cooperate, letting me ravage her. She just breathed heavily, unsure

what to do with her hands. I even suspected she might be a virgin, but I wasn't sure. Unable to

contain my ecstasy, I turned her around so her back was to me. I kissed her neck while gently kneading her breasts

through ; she didn't even react. Then we lay on the bed, continuing

to kiss, my right hand pressing on her clitoris through my pants. She moaned softly. Then I slipped

my hand inside her clothes. She instinctively resisted, but I forced it inside her bra, kneading her

breasts and nipples.

"Your breasts are amazing, I can't even hold them in one hand!" I exclaimed.

Her breasts felt heavy yet soft in my hands, bouncing back when I pressed them. My palm touched her nipples;

they felt slightly wet. The pressure on her breasts created a pleasurable sensation, causing her to moan. She didn't realize that this sound

would only further arouse me.

She struggled while moaning, but her strength was weak, her entire body limp and powerless.

I then began to undress her, quickly tearing off her shirt and pants, leaving her only in

a bra and panties. Her full, shapely body, clad only in a bra and panties, was breathtaking.

The bra seemed insufficient to completely conceal her breasts, revealing a deep cleavage. Embroidered red panties

tightly encased her heavy, beautifully shaped buttocks. A cute belly button, like a tightly closed mouth, adorned her flawless lower abdomen

. Her voluptuous body radiated a captivating glow, her long, white, smooth thighs

sending a surge of heat through me.

I skillfully unhooked her bra from behind, revealing her snow-white breasts, their pink

nipples slightly erect. I impulsively yet gently caressed and kissed this masterpiece of nature, then

seized the opportunity to remove her panties, exposing her virginal purity.

The red panties left her rounded buttocks, immediately revealing her pert, rounded buttocks and a deep cleft. On her

smooth lower abdomen, there was a patch of dark pubic hair, shaped like an inverted triangle. It reminded one of tender spring

grass . I touched the inside of her thigh with my right hand, and she instinctively squeezed her thighs together, trapping my hand. Her thighs felt

wonderful. "Ugh, ugh," she moaned, her body twisting desperately, saying, "You promised you wouldn't touch me, please don't

do this!"

I agreed as I continued to caress her, my hands kneading her breasts forcefully, circling her nipples. Her

once snow-white breasts now flushed red, becoming fuller and higher, the pink nipples more erect.

"I can't take it anymore, I want you." As I whispered in her ear, I took off my clothes, revealing my throbbing

erection. Then I grabbed her legs and forcefully spread them apart.

I slipped one hand under her lower body and touched her vaginal opening, which was already quite wet. I gently stroked it

there , and Yan couldn't help but gasp loudly. Listening to her panting, I felt so happy.

Yan's pubic hair was sparse but very soft. Her labia weren't large, they were shallow, so it was easy to

find her vaginal opening. I felt that Yan's clitoris had become as elastic as candy, so

I gently rubbed it with my fingers. Yan, panting, slowly and weakly leaned against me, saying, "Don't go in,

I'm really still a virgin."

I straightened up, placed my swollen, red penis at her vulva, parted her labia, and aimed it at her virgin cave,

officially beginning to cultivate this untouched paradise. Because she was in so much pain, I couldn't penetrate all the way in at once,

and could only enjoy the wonderful feeling of penetration little by little. Chongchong slowly inserted herself, feeling only a warm sensation. Her hands

continued to caress her breasts, and she moaned and pushed me away, crying out in pain.

I ignored her feelings and continued inserting, distracting her by talking about other things. I stopped when I was about a third of the way

in , continuing to chat with her. When she wasn't paying attention, I suddenly cupped her

smooth buttocks with both hands and thrust forcefully inside, instantly destroying her virginity.

With great effort, I managed to insert Chongchong halfway before my penis encountered a powerful contraction. Perhaps the intense

pain was tearing at my genitals. It was an unprecedented pain. Her fingernails had already dug deep

marks into my back. I kneaded her full breasts with my palms, occasionally pinching her erect nipples with my fingernails,

then slowly began to thrust.

The intense pleasure made my mind go blank, and I thrust even harder. The glans scraped against

the remnants of her hymen, and with each thrust, she let out a moan that was both painful and pleasurable. Chongchong... Again and again, I thrust deep into her jade cave

, swaying her round buttocks from side to side, letting my penis rub against her vagina, growing larger and

faster, pressing my entire body against hers, my hands constantly kneading her large breasts.

Soon I was in a state of extreme excitement, my hands moving upwards along her white, slender thighs,

occasionally pinching her clitoris. I thrust forcefully into her tender little hole. Each time, I would pull my penis all the way out,

then thrust it all the way in one go, and she would involuntarily wrap her arms around my shoulders. After more than ten minutes, my thrusting speed

reached its limit, my lower abdomen hitting her buttocks, making a crisp moan. I

thrust . She also let out more stimulating moans, her body twisting like a snake...

I'm going to ejaculate! My upper body leaned back. At the same time, my head swelled even more, and finally I suddenly ejaculated.

Reaching orgasm, my black penis sprayed out like a volcanic eruption into her jade cave. A stream of cloudy white

semen. She kept moaning. I continued thrusting into her lovebird, as if trying to

inject into it. I wanted to squeeze out the last drop as well, gently rocking my hips back and forth. Looking at this

little beauty I had captured, she was like a lotus emerging from the water, her whole body flushed.

When I pulled the worm out of her jade cave, blood trickled from it. I quickly found a tissue to wipe

the blood and semen off the worm. Her legs trembled violently, her breasts heaving like waves. Although she was still conscious,

her naked body was weak and powerless, blood, semen, and secretions flowing down her fair and healthy thighs

.

We made love twice that night. The next day, I took her back to her workplace. On the way, she repeatedly told me

not to tell my pen pal, saying it was too embarrassing. Yan and I had been dating for a year and a half, and it had been relatively stable. I

was a poor student at the time, and the only thing I could do was pick her up and drop her off whenever she went home for vacation. She often bought me things.

I couldn't give her much materially, like clothes. Later, I often brought her to school, always

having her wear her work clothes, and walking her around the campus made me feel very proud.

However, her mother was never very satisfied with me, feeling my family's financial situation wasn't ideal. After graduating

from university stayed in the city for her, getting a job in a provincial government department. I thought it would lead to a good outcome,

but things didn't go as planned. I was away on a project for six months. At first, we kept in touch frequently, but

gradually we contacted each other less and less. While I was away, her mother kept introducing her to potential partners, but she

didn't go to any of them.

When I returned from my business trip and we met again, the feelings between us were gone. We didn't know what to say to each

other . I also deeply reflected on my work on the project. My heart and career didn't belong

there. Besides her, I had nothing. My circumstances at the time didn't allow me to immediately fulfill my dream of marrying her, so

after returning, I planned to leave. I proposed breaking up twice, but she refused both times. In the end, we still broke up.

After that, I resigned from my civil service job and went to Beijing.

When we first got together, a fortune teller told me we wouldn't last, and that she was

incredibly lucky, with a face that would bring good fortune to her husband. I didn't think much of it at the time. Six months after I moved to Beijing, I suddenly

heard she'd won five million in the lottery. My friends were lamenting and urging me to go back to her, but I

just smiled; that's fate. We lost contact for over five years. She changed her contact information and

moved .

We finally reconnected in August 2007. After her military service, she went to Shenzhen, started a

company, and had a boyfriend she'd been dating for over four years. They weren't married yet. I advised her to get married soon, otherwise, she'd

be in a more difficult position as she got older. She said marriage didn't matter anymore; since breaking up with me, she hadn't cared much about marriage or

relationships . During the lowest point in my life and emotionally, she wanted to come to Beijing to see me, but I

politely declined.

I'm sure you're all going to criticize me for being heartless and letting a good girl down. The truth is, I was just

young and immature back then, not knowing how to cherish what I had. I only knew

how excessive. My later romantic experiences proved that I paid

a heavy price for my recklessness back then. Perhaps this is divine retribution.

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