[People aged 30]

For those in their 30s

: In everyone's life, there's an unavoidable mix of struggle and treasure. All the good and bad

are buried deep within. Uncovering it sometimes brings a urge to speak out. I'm

sharing with you all, as a way to reminisce about the past.

I was born in the 1970s. Although materially scarce, that era was perhaps the most beautiful time of my life.

Even the sunshine was so bright. I had a happy childhood, a joyful heart, and everything was happy. Life felt

truly wonderful; I lived in an ideal world. But now I can no longer find that

feeling. Perhaps I've grown old, become worldly. This generation is at a turning point,

different from decadent 1960s and the naive 1980s. We have siblings and understand the complexities of human relationships,

unlike the selfishness and narrow-mindedness of only children. This generation is now in its prime, full of experience, and is the true

backbone of society.

We didn't even encounter computers until the 1990s; we can't imagine

the fervor . For us, the internet is simply a window to communication. I'm in my thirties, with a job I love and

a comfortable life, but everything is too mundane. Before I even considered marriage, I met someone who thrilled me

for life . I felt my destiny and happiness were in this person's hands, but we passed each other by. I

know I'll never feel this way again, never again this warm, blissful feeling, never!

She's my eternal Snow White, but where is she now that I want to get married?!

Even now, when I see someone similar to her, I wonder what it would be like if I lived with her. I can

imagine it, but all I feel is regret. It's so painful to live with regrets, but some

things can't be undone. Although we've been married for several years now, I never found that

feeling of happiness tied to one person from the beginning. Maybe many couples can make it work as long as they don't dislike each other and focus on each other's strengths

. Feelings aren't the most important thing. Marriage isn't just about a heartbeat. My wife came to me

when and we've been through a lot together since we met. The hardest time was

when I resigned from my state-owned enterprise job, and I told her not to come with me. I didn't know what my future held. If it were me, she might

have hesitated , but she didn't. She stayed with me all this way. Now I'm living a good life, and I really regret leaving home too late.

I should have ventured out right after graduation instead of staying in a state-owned enterprise. It's the same thing, but it's not the same. Now that life

is stable, my feelings have faded; the initial excitement is long gone. My emotions have always been rich and delicate.

At this age, it's no longer about being handsome or not; with age and experience, a

man's charm gradually increases. The comfort of work and life also instills confidence. But I dare not act recklessly;

my life prevents me from making any mistakes. Yet, I crave the ultimate in mutual affection, the physical intimacy

, the extreme passion of love, a feeling of complete immersion. Sex is indeed one of life's most beautiful

things , but in marriage, familiarity breeds complacency, becoming merely a duty. The actions become monotonous and forced, filled with a false

tenderness, devoid of passion. Love has long since been worn down to a point of indifference; what remains is only familial

obligation and responsibility. Sex has lost its pleasure. Marriage truly is the grave of love; those who haven't experienced marriage

won't truly understand the meaning of this statement. If everything could be done over, I believe most people would choose differently.

At least, few of my friends' marriages are truly happy. Marriage, it really is never-ending...

Look back at your marriage in a year, five years, ten years, and you'll understand what I mean. My marriage has been going on for six

years . We have good incomes, a good life, and get along very well. But even the strongest passion

loses its luster in the face of the mundane realities of life. I know life is like this, but I'm unwilling to accept it.

My work requires internet access, and I chat sporadically to kill time. One day, while I was

on QQ, a woman messaged me. She said she was the restaurant manager of a famous five-star hotel in Beijing and

wanted to find a lover because she had broken up with her boyfriend and was in great pain, having been single for a long time. I joked with her, saying I

could, guaranteeing she wouldn't forget me. We joked a lot, but I didn't take it to heart—

who believes these things in the virtual world? She said to me: "Do you want to have sex with me? I'm great, my moans are beautiful

, but you'll never get to experience them." Seeing such a blatant confession for the first time startled me, but it also

piqued my curiosity. I decided I had to see what kind of woman she was. It was the first time a woman

had expressed herself so openly in front of me. She left her address, and we arranged a time to meet. Now that I spend more time online,

I realize there are all kinds of people, a mix of truth and falsehood. I'm no longer as naive and impulsive as I was back

then, but I was indeed very serious and immature. It's quite laughable that I was in such a hurry. Actually, whether we slept together

or not didn't matter; I was just curious. I'd heard about these kinds of things often, so I really wanted to meet her and have another experience

to see if such things, such people, really existed online, and what kind of woman she was.

I arrived at the agreed-upon location to wait for her. Twenty minutes later, a woman with curly hair gracefully walked out of the buildings. Because of

the distance, I couldn't see her clearly, but she was wearing a very short skirt and was quite tall. Just as she had said, her proportions were excellent; her legs were straight and white,

and she walked with great elegance. No wonder she had a background in etiquette; this was the type of woman I liked—

a career woman, aloof, pampered, and well-maintained. I felt a surge of excitement, thinking that this time I had to convince her

no matter what . When she got closer, I finally saw her clearly. She looked a lot like the singer Zhou Bingqian,

with fair skin and a captivating charm. She also had the same wild, wavy long hair as Zhou Bingqian. She seemed somewhat shy, and beneath her quiet exterior, one

could see a captivating allure. I approached her, smiling slightly with a hint of sarcasm, and said, "It's really difficult to see you.

" She smiled but didn't say anything. I told her, "You'll feel more at ease knowing someone like me. If you

trust me, we can both get what we need, it's fine." She shook her head, saying it wasn't good, it wasn't good to do this the first time,

she was scared, and kept her head down, too embarrassed to look me in the eye. The more I looked at her like this, the more I understood. I said it was okay,

I wouldn't hurt her, I value my life and I'm not a rude person. She still shook her head. I saw she was somewhat

hesitant, and knew that if I persisted, it might work. Just then, a taxi arrived, so I

opened the door for her. She stopped refusing and got into the taxi. In that instant, I saw two...

Her long, slender, white legs were elegantly pressed together, straight and sexy. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement ; I wanted

to devour her whole. It had been a long time since I'd felt this way. I knew she had agreed, and I knew she thought I

was good enough . In the car, neither of us said a word, both holding onto the back seat armrests, looking out the window, each

wondering what would happen next…

I took her to my house. I opened the door, and as she was about to take off her high heels, I turned around and pulled her into my arms

, kissing her. She struggled, but we stood face to face, pressed together. In the dim light, the room

was filled with a warm atmosphere. It felt wonderful. She was curvaceous, a mature woman with a shapely

figure Her breasts pressed against mine, making my breathing quicken. I

wrapped my arms around her buttocks from behind and began to knead them. I lifted her miniskirt and tentatively slipped my hands inside her panties, kneading her plump buttocks. She

didn't resist. She was thirsty, suddenly enveloped in tenderness, as soft as if she had no bones. I whispered in her ear, "You

smell so good." But she tried her best to avoid it, saying, "I'm scared, I'm not used to it." I didn't care about that at all. The fact that

she came to me said it all. Women are so hypocritical. I started kissing her earlobe, my lips and tongue

moving down step by step. She responded with rapid breathing. Our tongues intertwined,

exploring each other's mouths. I sucked on her tongue hard, leaving her nowhere to escape. My hands weren't idle either, stroking her

back, kneading her buttocks, lifting her skirt and reaching inside to rub her panties,

kneading her whole body with my hands, intensely stimulating her. My hands roamed like snakes between her back and buttocks. Our bodies

were still pressed tightly together, and my penis was already erect and pressing against her.

I kneaded her breasts with both hands, slowly unbuttoning her clothes. Today she was wearing a very short skirt,

no stockings, her bare thighs were straight and white, very arousing. I kept sucking on her tongue in her mouth.

Her tongue wasn't long; I'd kissed my first girlfriend before, and her tongue was flat and long,

slipping into my mouth with a single suck, and I could keep sucking. She was the only woman I'd ever kissed with such a wonderful tongue. I knew

kissing a woman's earlobe was very stimulating, but sticking my tongue into her ear canal would be even more exciting. I wanted to try it out

on . Sure enough, she couldn't take it and started to spasm. I didn't care; I was going to conquer her,

after all, she was so seductive. I kissed my way from her fair neck to between her breasts, my hands still

kneading her plump buttocks and thighs. She started to kiss me back, even holding my head in her hands and kissing me, our wet

tongues intertwining. She began to moan softly. I stood up and pulled her to the bed…

I wanted her to build up explosive energy from her anticipation of this moment, to truly enjoy unparalleled physical

pleasure . I also knew that a man's passion was strongest before his first ejaculation, and that passion would gradually weaken afterward.

So I wanted her to satisfy me thoroughly. Her allure and charm made my blood boil, and my penis was already erect. To let

her enjoy herself, I faced her exposed body, suppressing my urges, and gently licked and kissed her from her eyes, cheeks, ears,

neck , shoulders, and arms. She cooperated and enjoyed my tenderness, intoxicated by the pleasure of physical caresses.

I took her nipple into my mouth, circling it with the tip of my tongue, covering the areola with my lips while my tongue

stirred her nipple. She moaned uncontrollably, eagerly raising her nipple to find my tongue. Her nipple quickly hardened and

swelled. I suddenly bit her nipple and began to suck and tease it intensely! She was struck by the sudden electric

shock, her whole body trembling, and she moaned out. My hand moved to her genitals, and I pulled down her panties. She

cooperated, raising her buttocks to make it easier for me to remove them. I gently parted her beautiful,

long thighs and buried my face between them. Her pubic hair was sparse

and neatly covered her labia, unlike my wife's thick, long pubic hair that extended all the way to the back. I preferred a clean and tidy genital.

I pressed my lips to her genitals, my tongue probing inside her vagina. It was a little salty, but without any unpleasant smell.

She began to moan, twisting her upper body, then panting. Her genitals became swollen. I wasn't in a hurry

to enter, intentionally prolonging this torment. Sometimes I would suddenly stop during rapid movements, letting her rest briefly before

launching her into a state of endless desire. I spread her beautiful legs wide, kissing her genitals endlessly.

She was already very wet down there and began to moan roughly. And I was just getting started. I had her straddle my face,

her genitals against my mouth. I kissed and bit her clitoris, my tongue constantly teasing her, while my middle finger was inserted into her

vagina, stirring and thrusting in and out. My left hand was also kneading her nipples. She was quite seductive, saying, "Faster, I

want it!" Her buttocks writhed, her mouth never stopping. To give her the greatest pleasure, I

held , making her lie close to my face. At the same time, I deepened my tongue into her vagina, sucking on

the vaginal walls and her two long labia. I used my lips to pick up her labia and used my tongue to lick and

kiss back and forth along the cleft of her buttocks. I loved this woman so much, I wanted to devour her. I couldn't help but do this. She shyly asked

me, "Isn't it too loud? Is your house soundproof?" I just smiled and told her that I liked

her voice. She lay weakly in my arms, letting me do as I pleased.

She was very feminine, gentle, and obedient. After cuddling her tenderly for a while, it was her turn to kiss me. I

put on a condom, and she licked down my neck, earlobes, and abdomen, just like I had when I kissed her.

I brought my genitals closer to her head, gently pressing her head towards my crotch, hinting that she would give me oral sex,

because I wasn't sure if she was willing. If she wasn't, I didn't want to ruin the atmosphere. She hesitated for a moment,

then slowly brought her head closer and took my penis into her mouth, starting with small licks. Later, she opened her mouth wide and

swallowed it all. I started to feel more at ease, holding her head and thrusting in and out of her mouth. It was warm and

smooth , with gurgling sounds. Her hands caressed my penis, and I pulled her hands to my

chest so I could experience the sensation of her mouth alone. I also put her hands behind my back and leaned back so I could

clearly see the entry and exit of my penis; the only connection between us was my penis. She sucked hard. A strange woman,

completely naked, taking my penis into her mouth—it was really stimulating. Her head was moving back and forth, and I felt my penis

was warm in her mouth. When I couldn't resist any longer, I took it out of her mouth and placed it on the left corner of her mouth.

She closed her eyes and used her head to find my glans. I then placed it on her right side and rubbed it against her lips. She even licked and sucked down on me.

He held her testicles tightly in his lips, it was so erotic—even my wife has never done this! I was truly

moved ! I didn't want to penetrate her so quickly, it felt so good. I changed positions, standing on the bed, pressing her down to her knees

between my legs, and shoved my erect penis directly into her mouth, holding her head and thrusting back and forth. We used the 69

position , with me on top and my penis in her mouth. She greedily sucked, and in a frenzy of passion, she

ripped off my condom and started sucking on my penis directly. This action startled me but also filled me with immense joy! My God! I had

never done oral sex with a woman without a condom before. My wife and I had tried it once with a condom, but she didn't

like it, so we never did it again. How can a married couple be so uninhibited?! I was truly moved by her and wanted to do my best

for her. I thrust my tongue deep into her vagina, teasing her. When I licked back, I noticed her anus had

absolutely no smell. I gently probed with my tongue, and she immediately flinched, saying, "No!

" I told her it was alright, I loved every part of her. I wasn't about to let her off the hook, and I began kissing her

passionately without hesitation . There really was no smell there at all. I was surprised. I don't know if other women are

like this, but she was incredibly clean, without a trace of odor. Perhaps it was because she showered regularly—truly rare!

I used my tongue to probe her anus, mimicking penile insertion. She still tried to avoid it, but I could tell she

enjoyed it . Who doesn't enjoy stimulation?! Several times when I thrust my tongue deep inside, she couldn't help but

moan "oh, oh," her body convulsing slightly. Stimulated by my movements, she moved her body away, bent down

, and took my glans into her small mouth, her hand stroking my perineum. She

gently licked the surface of my glans, watching her tongue circle it, and I began to moan too. Perhaps nothing

could be more stimulating to my senses.

Her mouth slowly moved down, her tongue lightly brushing against my scrotum, sometimes taking my testicles into her mouth. I

was excited; I held her head, letting her continue to suck and release my penis. I removed

my hand, which was already soaking wet with her vaginal fluid. Her thick, watery labia, perhaps never before subjected to such physical and psychological stimulation, caused her

to moan involuntarily. Her vaginal fluid was salty and sticky. With

each moans grew more and more wanton. I peeled back the foreskin of her extremely sensitive clitoris and bit down on it.

She groaned softly, her whole body tensing up.

Perhaps it was because it was my first time experiencing oral sex, but I turned up the light so I could clearly see her expression while I was giving her oral sex.

She did exactly as I told her to swallow and spit, so obediently. It drove me crazy. I pinned her down in a 69 position, using her mouth

as a vagina for penetration. I thought this kind of opportunity was rare, and I wouldn't meet a woman I

liked . I wanted to have some fun with her. I gently licked

her anus with the tip of my tongue, slowly pushing it in. She convulsed from the stimulation. I dipped my finger in saliva and gently probed her anus, telling her I would be

gentle . She moaned but didn't resist. I slowly, slowly pushed it in—and it actually went in!

Her anus gripped my finger tightly.

She moaned in pain; it seemed she wanted to try it too. I wanted to experience it myself. I whispered

"mine," and she slowly, slowly kissed my penis downwards… God! She would actually do that for me!!

She actually did that for me! The warm kisses and licks from behind were so intense, the psychological stimulation

left me speechless. To make it easier, she placed her hands under my buttocks, spread them apart, and

gently licked my anus with her tongue. She pressed her lips tightly against my anus, forcefully thrusting

her tongue in and out, making my heart pound. I thrust my hips upwards with all my might and said,

"Push it in!" She then tried using her fingers, but it was too dry for her to insert. Seeing her struggle, I said

, "You need to use saliva." She immediately complied, and sure enough, her finger went inside me.

This was a feeling I'd never experienced before; it was incredibly stimulating, unlike anything I'd ever felt before. The deeper she went, the less

I could control myself, a pleasure I couldn't suppress. The more I couldn't hold back, the more intense the pleasure became. If she hadn't

penetrated , I would never have experienced a woman's deepest orgasm. A man's orgasm

is really just those few seconds before ejaculation. What men crave is the conquest and satisfaction before ejaculation, the psychological and

visual gratification, the woman's body. A woman's orgasm, however, comes from a dual satisfaction of both psychological and physical depth,

resulting in those moans and bursts of pleasure. Men are merely tools for stimulation. No man

moans and groans during sex. It's like scratching your ear when it itches—does it feel

better to scratch your ear or your finger? I've always thought men experience greater pleasure than women, but today, being penetrated made me truly

understand what pleasure is. When you stimulate your most sensitive spot, who feels better?

Men can't experience the hysterical pleasure a woman's body experiences from constant friction. That's why I say men's pleasure is

much weaker than women's.

It's truly tragic that a man in his thirties only understands this! I told her to go harder, and I think she

was probably feeling the same way I was. So, I used my middle finger to deeply but gently probe her tight little spot. Eventually,

we were both frantically thrusting into each other, enjoying ourselves intensely. She said she wanted more, so I put on a condom

and penetrated her (I still had reservations, after all… although I really dislike wearing condoms). She was already very wet, her

vulva was erect, and her vagina was relatively narrow and not wide. I've later been with women who had wider vaginas, and

when I touched them, the labia were very long. Actually, all women look the same in the dark, but the key is

the psychological satisfaction before the dark. We tried many positions. She was very tight, and even rubbing her breasts hard

didn't hurt, giving me complete satisfaction. I wanted to let loose completely, so I whispered in her ear

, "I want to go in there." She said "No," but her voice was weak. Maybe she felt

reassured , thinking I was gentle and wouldn't hurt her. I pulled my penis out and placed it at her anus. I gently probed

, using the head of my penis to push against it. Since it was my first time doing this, I didn't know if it would hurt her, but I couldn't

get it in. Just as I hesitated, she held my penis with her hand and said

, "Use a little more force, why are you doing this so slowly?" Her words reminded me. I moistened the head of my penis with saliva and slowly, very slowly, probed in. Everyone says that the back...

It was tight, but once inside, I only felt the anus was very tight, like a sheath. I didn't feel much inside. Because I was

worried about hurting her with deep penetration, I didn't dare to thrust wildly like I do in the vagina. So I moved slowly inside. She felt a lot; her

moans were a mix of pain and stimulating pleasure. After moving for a while, I couldn't control myself and

ejaculated inside her because I was too excited. Since it was my first time, I was quite excited. I slowly pulled out, and

she cried out in pain, especially when I pulled out to the anus. But I felt most comfortable when her anus gripped my glans. When I slowly

pulled out, the condom slipped off her anus. I glanced at it, and there was nothing on it—

she was so clean. I never expected that a woman who looked so reserved and quiet on the outside would be like this in bed. I was a little

confused. I couldn't understand how wild a woman's mind could be. My wife sometimes complains of pain during normal penetration,

but she was so wild. I never imagined that a woman, a creature made entirely of a different material from a man,

could possess such enormous energy! That kind of gentle embrace deep within her body, absorbing a man's energy.

We both went to the bathroom to wash up, and she didn't shy away from me. We both thoroughly washed ourselves down there,

probably because we both felt the other was very clean and wanted to enjoy it more later.

We both knew we would have a second time, because the feeling was so good. We lay on the bed,

slowly waiting to recover. I held her in my arms like a wife, and she nestled obediently against my chest,

our lips pressed together again. I held her close, our bodies pressed tightly together. She used her thighs to clamp my

genitals, and I gently bit her earlobe, kissed her long, white neck, and held her moist lips. She

kissed me back, her tongue skillfully swirling in my mouth. We sucked each other's saliva, and she held

my head tightly, trying to push her tongue as far into my mouth as possible. We gently teased

each . I held her tightly in my arms, swirling my tongue around in her mouth, my hands gently caressing

her breasts. She moaned softly, silently enjoying everything I gave her.

I gently stroked her erect nipples, and she moaned softly, burying her head in my chest. I

stroked her face, and she closed her eyes slightly, her body trembling. I sucked on her nipples,

my tongue licking them incessantly. Her breasts rose and fell in response to my movements, her waist and hips twisting up and down and side to side,

while she occasionally let out soft moans and heavy breaths. I gently bit her nipple with my teeth, my hand

continuing to caress the outside of her vulva. She weakly parted her legs, now completely wet, her

most intimate part fully exposed before me. Her vulva was clean. My tongue slowly approached her private parts,

licking and kissing the inside between her legs, caressing it wantonly with the tip of my tongue. Her breathing became irregular. I

gently parted her labia minora, lightly licking them, tracing the slit with my middle finger, and slowly

sliding two fingers into her warmest depths. As her breathing became increasingly rapid, the rhythm gradually quickened. I

then moved on to licking her anus, each stroke powerful yet tender.

She clamped my penis between her thighs, slowly wriggling to tease me, and began to actively invade my mouth. She

couldn't help whisper, "I want you to fuck me well." I was startled; I never imagined such a reserved and quiet

woman could utter such a word. It seems women can be just as wild as men when aroused. I was pressed deep inside her, her

legs wrapped around my waist. My penis began to thrust in and out of her vagina, and she moved her body

to meet my thrusts. Her twisting hips and moans stimulated me. She thrust her

plump , licking and kissing them as I thrust in and out with all my might. Her body went limp, her soft breasts

heaving like water bags. Gradually, she couldn't withstand the intense sexual stimulation and instinctively moaned, "I'm going to die,

" "I'm dizzy." Such a dignified and reserved woman moaning incoherently beneath me made my heart boil and my blood

surge!

I had her roll over onto her stomach on the bed, and I hugged her tightly from behind. She spread her legs, and as I

slowly slid my erect penis down her wet labia, it naturally came back together. We just naturally enjoyed the friction between our bodies

without words or understanding, not wanting it to be too fast, not wanting

the fire of desire to be extinguished too quickly. I moved my hips so that my lower body was fully in contact with the base of her thighs, and she thrust and swayed her buttocks toward my

penis with all her might, which was exhilarating. I lay on top of her without moving, enjoying this intoxicating

intoxication. Unconsciously, I was already pressing against her vaginal opening, just pressing there. She reached down and

grabbed my penis, and with a thrust, it went in. She closed her legs and held it tightly, her firm buttocks

like a deep spring. The elastic resistance made me dig wildly, thrusting and pounding against those two

lustful buttocks. I saw that the two white buttocks were deformed from the impact.

I heard the slapping sounds mixed with our animalistic panting. We were

fighting . After a round of frenzied thrusting, I held on tightly. I had to endure. I hadn't enjoyed it enough. I

knew that releasing now would be unsatisfying. She turned around and hugged my head tightly,

frantically sucking my tongue deep into her mouth until it went numb. We were like two wild beasts fighting

, greedily devouring each other. She wrapped her legs around my buttocks, thrusting her genitals to meet my penis, tightly

gripping my lower body. Her waist and hips twisted wildly, lifting my body that was pressing against her.

I couldn't believe she had such strength. I couldn't take it anymore and told her to stop, but she

was panting , constantly calling out, "My good brother, take me, take me properly," until she cried out again,

and I ejaculated...

Is this how it is when you're truly lost in passion? Expressions, words, actions all the same... Her mature

and powerful skills strongly attracted me. She knew how to communicate with me through her body language, making me infatuated with her seductive

quietness. There are still women like this in this world, perhaps I will never meet them again in my life. That night we did it

four times. Adultery is perhaps the most exciting thing in the world.

Our relationship lasted for several months. She did a wonderful job; her labia and anus became her favorite

places for me to kiss. I loved having her straddle my face and press her vulva against my lips, licking and kissing her. In the stimulation, I passionately

slipped my tongue into her vulva and anus. Her swaying body told me she enjoyed my caresses. We...

We tried everything, and each time the cooperation was excellent. When I asked her which position she liked best, she told me she

liked from behind and riding on top, feeling that the deep penetration was particularly good, and she could control the

time and depth herself. I also really liked these positions. Looking at her plump buttocks and stroking them with my hands felt incredibly

stimulating. Her waist and hips were so powerful; it was hard to believe that such a delicate woman could be so wild in bed, so

intoxicated with passion talking nonsense and unable to control herself. She made me climax within minutes. I was bewildered.

Are all women, no matter how proud, alluring, or pure and ethereal, so wild in bed?

Sometimes the contrast is so huge, it's unbelievable.

A few times after we finished, she asked me: "Can we be friends? If I weren't married now,

would you marry me?" I said yes, but I didn't believe a word she asked me.

How much of what men and women say in the heat of passion is believable? There are no such things as vows of eternal love in this world; those are just young people

's naiveté and need for sex, as laughable as those so-called teen idol dramas. But that's all I could say

. She also said that if she were my wife, she would cling to me all day. I was happy to hear that, but I didn't believe her. She said

a restaurant customer once offered her 3000 yuan to accompany her in front of her, but she refused. As I listened to her, I analyzed

this woman: what kind of mentality made her so eager to do it with me? Maybe it was the unfamiliar feeling that made her feel

no burden, or maybe it was just a genuine sexual need—I didn't know. I asked her if she and her boyfriend had ever done what we did. She said

no, and I believed her because my wife and I had never done that. We were never that passionate from the beginning. How many

wives from a purely sexual perspective, are truly the ones they love most? Marriage is about life, not just lust. My

wife and I were only in our early twenties when we first met; we should have been this crazy, but we never were. I guess she wasn't

the one I loved most. A wife is for building a life together; a lover is for enjoyment. In my early twenties, I didn't understand any

of this . I was just a naive young man, so immature. I wasn't very meticulous at all. Now

I'm more attentive, but I've long lost that passion. When you're passionate, you're immature; when you're mature, you lose your passion.

Life is truly contradictory.

All good things must come to an end. We eventually broke up. I knew this day would come sooner or later,

but I didn't expect it to arrive so suddenly, leaving me completely helpless. I felt like a failure, so embarrassed.

What ?! Nothing at all. She's definitely very good sexually. I wonder if others give me the same feeling as she does.

It was truly painful at first. For a week, I was completely distracted, unable to eat or sleep, and depressed.

It felt like being dumped for my first love. I know people have feelings, and although I knew from the

beginning things wouldn't work out, I didn't want it to end so quickly. I never imagined that what started as just a fling

would turn into something much more complicated. Even though I'm 30 years old, have experienced a lot, and faced many setbacks, and

feel confident in my resilience, I'm not easily swayed by emotions anymore. But some things can't be easily forgotten,

especially when it comes to a woman you like. It shows that my heart is still fragile, like a beautiful vase

that can't be touched—one touch and it shatters. I believe she won't forget me either, never. Actually, after each

encounter I feel a deep sense of melancholy because she's not mine. This sense of loss and helplessness makes me feel that having such a woman

is worse than not having her at all. It has slightly disturbed my peaceful life and state of mind. Perhaps time is the best healer of all pain

. Let time slowly, slowly, let my passion fade away.

Humans are inherently selfish, especially when it comes to things they can't have. You can see the psychology of men and women from their genitals. Men

's genitals protrude outwards, which means that men are born with aggression and are never satisfied; while women's genitals are

inwards, which means that women are destined to be reserved and passive. In nature, all male animals are more beautiful than

females , but among humans, only women are more beautiful than men. They have beautiful faces, delicate skin, and graceful

figures. Because of these innate advantages over men, beautiful women believe they possess spring,

and thus have the capital to be arrogant and haughty, displaying a so-called aloof and superior demeanor. Little do they know that beauty is fleeting;

even the most beautiful face will fade. And beauty is so crucial for women; the fate of beautiful women may be worse

than that of ordinary women. Xie Jin, Li Yuanyuan, Ma Hua, Anita Mui, Faye Wong, Losang, Zhang Ju, Zhang Yusheng, and Niu

Zhenhua are the best examples. They had beautiful appearances, extraordinary wealth, cars, villas, and so-called

good husbands, but God ruthlessly took them away at their peak. While people complain about the unfairness of

fate why don't they consider: is there anything in this world that can be perfect? God cannot bestow all

favors upon you. There is an old Chinese saying: "Misfortunes never come singly, but blessings never come in pairs." I believe everything has its good and bad

sides ; fortune and misfortune are intertwined. While men may not be as outwardly glamorous as women,

they exude a compelling mature charm with age and ability. Women, once past

their prime, lose their appeal to men, because men are inherently fickle creatures, no matter

how noble they may be. I am a man, and I consider myself quite good in many ways, yet I feel

this way; how much more so would wealthy men? Are rich men truly faithful in love and sex?

Without genuine feelings and appreciation, a relationship between men and women is impossible. Once men and women pass

30, their needs are no longer purely sexual. After this experience, my interest waned,

especially my fervor for the internet cooled. Once you have something, you no longer crave it as much. I think

that's the meaning of life; I've understood what it means to encounter something you can't force. Almost two years have passed, and I

'm at peace with myself. As a colleague said, "It's good that nothing happened; it's

reassuring." —Even though he was born in 1980, much younger than me and much more mature, he lives a more grounded life.

Now in his thirties, he's past that passionate phase, unlike in his twenties when he only

thought with his lower body. Looking back, and even now, when we see twenty-something boys and girls,

some of so ridiculous and shameful, so immature. Compared to girls of our generation,

everyone was studying hard, afraid of not finding a good job and being looked down upon. But what about girls nowadays? I find it

very strange. Why do young girls these days, still in school, take off their clothes so early, even impatiently?

The sloppy school uniforms are replaced with trendy skinny jeans, and wild waves are permed in various colors on their heads. They wear all sorts of

fashionable clothes, but the so-called fashion is not about dressing elegantly; it's about draping themselves in a bunch of tight-fitting junk. Everything is

aimed at showing off their curves to men, even with a hint of defiance. If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself. These girls often make their breasts

and buttocks look alluring, earning a meager salary. All they seem to know is how to draw their eyebrows, dress up,

and seduce men. They all wear tight-fitting skinny jeans that practically expose their buttocks

, and sexy high heels that accentuate their well-developed, seemingly defiant buttocks, making them appear even more protruding and

upturned. Coupled with their alluring and seductive expressions, as if they've just been intimate with a man, they seem to be beckon men to come and have their way with them at any moment.

When they talk to each other, they all talk about finding a rich husband. But where are there so many rich husbands? Does such

a good thing ?

I've seen too many beautiful women with tragic fates. People really have to learn to grow up; no one can transcend the limitations of age.

I'm more grounded now, busy with work and family. At this age, I can look back, drawing wisdom from

past hardships, and look forward, full of

anticipation for the happiness and joy of the long years to come. I possess healthy vitality, energy, experience, and hope; I have immense energy of love and understanding; I have a

more fulfilling passion for life than when I was younger; I'm more humorous; and I know better how to conduct myself… Who doesn't

laugh off difficulties that wouldn't normally bring them down? The love and support from friends and family at this age are exactly

what we need to move forward. Now, compared to other stages of life, we should

make everything we have to determine our direction. This age offers so many different directions and

so many opportunities, making it perhaps the most vibrant period of our lives. A woman of the heart is something you can only meet by chance

; if I meet her, I won't give up; if I don't, what can I do? It's often said that the internet provides a virtual space,

but I don't agree. In real life, it's impossible for people to truly face each other. Online, however,

strangers can't see each other's expressions and actions, which can lead to less restraint and a greater willingness to reveal one's

inner world. Of course, many online are now young people in their twenties who like to play pranks, which is another matter.

But deceiving others is deceiving oneself, and in that case, the internet loses its sense of authenticity. If you truly believe in

love at first sight , then a one-night stand or sex is possible, and it can be quite enjoyable. This is

the fundamental difference between a one-night stand and prostitution. The appeal of a one-night stand also lies in its ease of ending. Because it's a one-step process, without prolonged pursuit

or deep pain, both parties often rationally decide whether to continue or break up. This largely depends on their

feelings during the encounter and their sexual satisfaction. Therefore, one-night stands are more attractive to married people.

One-night stands are very exciting, especially for those with sexual experience who are mutually attracted upon meeting. Both parties want

to satisfy each other within a limited time, so they are more engaged, and women are more likely to reach orgasm. Whether a one-night

stand is good or bad depends on the person and the time. If both parties are satisfied after getting dressed and don't want it to end,

then this is a crossroads that will determine your future. The two can have a rational and honest conversation. If things don't feel good or bad after

getting out of bed , then there's no need to say more . In short, a one-night stand is neither as good as you dream of,

nor as bad as you worry about; you don't need to deliberately pursue it, nor should you avoid it altogether. Everything is fate, so let it be. 　　I know this isn't good for marriage, but men's psychology is so complex—greedy and selfish—and I despise this contradictory mentality! I value long-term, emotionally charged sex where both partners share common interests, understand and respect , and achieve a union of body and soul . Sex requires complete immersion and acceptance of the other person's entire being, as long as both parties are willing. Can married couples do this? If not, then they are not a qualified couple. Why can lovers do this? This highest enjoyment in life cannot be felt unless you experience it. In fact, always having sex will eventually lead to boredom and a lack of novelty; this applies to both men and women. If external factors weren't a concern, from an emotional and sexual perspective, everyone would want a lover they love. Modern people increasingly value sex and advocate for boldly pursuing sexual satisfaction. Life is short, the sexual desire period is even shorter, and life is already tiring enough; why not release the tension of life? Making love with a lover is uninhibited; you can do whatever you want, which is much more enjoyable and exciting than making love with a spouse, and it's also easier to get emotionally involved! Between spouses—I'm talking about couples under fifty—it's always like touching your own left hand with no feeling, always proper and restrained, requiring gentleness and consideration, monotonous actions, everything done according to procedure, mostly the husband fulfilling his obligations to his wife. Men are always prone to novelty-seeking, while women are better. A woman can say, "I will love my husband forever, until death," but no man would say such a thing, and even if he did, he wouldn't believe it himself, unless he's a complete coward in every way. As for couples over fifty , like my parents' generation, I envy their relationship; it's an eternal emotional edifice in my heart. I don't know what family affection will be like when we get old. It's unimaginable. Children are always the hope of their parents, and parents are always the pillar of their children. For the sake of the children, this pillar cannot be tilted. With a lover, I can be tender and gentle, or I can be unrestrained and wild. Without the burden of family responsibilities and marriage, I can indulge myself and focus on the satisfaction of sexual desire. Life is so tiring and busy now. I think that while bearing family responsibilities, everyone hopes to release themselves and yearns for passion outside of marriage. We may not say it, but we all understand it in our hearts. This is why having a lover is so popular. As long as it doesn't affect the family, there's nothing wrong with it. We Chinese people just restrict ourselves too much. Some things cannot be perfect. After all, we've had it before, and that's enough. 　　Sometimes I think of Sylvia Chang's old song: "The price paid for love is unforgettable. People always have to learn to grow up. Everyone inevitably experiences pain and struggle. Everyone needs to find a home for their heart. I've been heartbroken and shed tears; this is the price of love." Perhaps I'll still think of her occasionally, and I'll still miss him sometimes. I'll just treat him as an old friend. He makes my heart ache and makes me worry, but there's no longer any spark in my heart. Let the past go with the wind. All the sincere and devoted words remain in my heart, even though he's no longer there. Jonathan Lee understands women's psychology so well, but was his marriage happy? Didn't he divorce and remarry? My marriage is just average. My wife isn't my type, but it wouldn't be so bad as to divorce for sex.

That's life. How many families are truly happy? How many couples are truly satisfied with each other? "Good

enough is good enough"... Sometimes I believe everything has an end, that meeting and parting both have their time, that nothing lasts

forever. But sometimes I'd rather choose to linger and not let go, until I've seen all the sights, maybe you'll be there

to watch the gentle flow of time with me—a simple song, "Red Bean," sung by Faye Wong like heavenly music, has become a timeless classic.

That languid feeling, hazy and dreamy, pulls you in... Over and over again, like listening to philosophy. She interprets the relationship

between perfectly, just like my own state of mind. In truth, we all walk through this world,

encountering different strangers every day. Some are merely fleeting meetings, a brief glance,

without drama. Others linger in our hearts, savoring the warmth we shared—that is the most beautiful kind of

encounter, something to be remembered for the rest of our lives. There is no joy at the moment of meeting, nor resentment at parting;

it is simply a matter of coming and going. We stand in the palm of fate, watching the men

and women of this world, their lives intertwined with love, anger, sorrow, and resentment. Life is merely a tool of God; the ending is written

in His hands. We are simply adding emotions to that cold object. Sometimes I

feel lost about my own actions—why am I doing this? Knowing it's all in vain, knowing

how different women are, what good does this do for my marriage?! It only adds to the sorrow! I still often have this

feeling . What would it be like if we met again in Wangfujing someday? If there were no fellow travelers around, we would chat like

friends , exchanging a few words, perhaps finding a quiet corner to pour out our hearts, perhaps

shedding tears, and then silently walk away without a word of farewell. Soon after, we would turn back and exchange a helpless

glance, because we could never go back to how things were. If there were fellow travelers around, in that fleeting glimpse, we would pretend

nothing had happened, and then turn back to look at each other and those around us. At that moment, our hearts would break.

But none of that happened. I just can't forget her.

What a painful realization this is—you were once my everything… Some songs I only truly understand now!

A long time has passed, and I've finally returned to my old self, living and working as usual

, as if nothing had ever happened. But sometimes, when I recall it, there's a bittersweet feeling.

After all, we had it. I know there's another woman like that in this world. If I care too much, I'll regret it.

Unrestrained love is also full of pain. I don't want to wrong myself in matters of love. I still think about that woman, but she

's in someone else's arms. I'd rather give up while I'm still clear-headed. After all, we enjoyed

the pure sex. Even in old age, we can still remember it and not forget it. That's enough. Like the football goalkeeper Kahn said

: "No matter what, the sun will always rise, and life will always go on!"

- I thought I would cry, but I didn't. I just stared blankly at your footsteps, giving you my final

blessing. Isn't this a kind of realization, allowing me to see myself clearly, even though the pain of lovelessness is lingering

day and night in the deepest part of my soul?

I thought I would seek revenge, but I didn't. When I saw the man I once deeply loved so

helpless, like a child, wasn't that a kind of realization? It made me see myself clearly. Being loved is a luxurious happiness, but unfortunately, you

never cared!

Listening to Xin Xiaoqi's "Realization" in the quiet of the night calms my restless heart.

A thousand words of farewell are just a single tear. Emotions entangle the heart, that's why flowers bloom beautifully. Love adorns

memories that's why the past sounds so sweet. So love well, so live well. Anyway, flowers bloom and wither, good and bad are left to fate

. So love well, so live well. Anyway, people come and go, but I truly care. After all these things, I

've understood a very simple truth: in this world, whoever captures another's heart possesses everything. I

finally understand that my heart was in your hands. That year, she was 26, and I was 31. Oh well, it's all in the past

. Between fortune and misfortune, gain and loss, why care so much?

In the vast sea of people, we are just an insignificant speck of dust! This speck of dust drifts with the current, following me like a shadow throughout its

life …

I am a man with a strong desire to conquer. Now that I understand women, I enjoy the pure pleasure even more. I really

like the feeling of oral sex; it's entirely driven by passion. Think about it: the woman you like spreads

her legs , displaying her beautiful vulva and alluring anus. Is there a more beautiful sight than that? I love

seeing women moan and writhe passionately under my stimulation, giving me a tremendous sense of conquest and satisfaction.

This is one of the pleasures of a busy life. Frankly speaking, how could humanity reproduce without pursuing sexual pleasure?

Especially us Chinese, we have suppressed ourselves for too long and suffered too much.

I like clean women, I like kissing there, using the tip of my tongue to deeply penetrate the labia, along the cleft of the buttocks, all the way to

the anus . As long as I like the other person, there's nothing I can't do; it's entirely driven by passion. I've always believed that women

are much cleaner or more hygienic than men. How many Chinese men shower every day? I only started showering frequently after I bought my house at 28.

Most Chinese men are dirty, which has a lot to do with living conditions.

How can people with difficult living conditions possibly enjoy showering? Women are relatively better off. Even if they can't wash their whole body, they frequently clean

their genitals , while men don't. Women wipe themselves with toilet paper after using the toilet, while men—I don't even want to talk about it—

rarely have clean underwear. I've always thought of men as muscular, sweaty, and physically demanding creatures, while women

are soft creatures made of completely different materials, nestled in a man's arms, yet their ability to absorb a man

's energy is astonishing. From a purely sexual perspective, men are more fascinated by a woman's body, while

women are fascinated not by a man's body but by something else entirely. As a man, I understand why men kiss

women so passionately all over their bodies; it's because a woman's body is incredibly sweet in a man's eyes, purely satisfying his sexual

desires. But what is the psychology behind women kissing men? Men's bodies are all similar, but women's bodies are

incredibly diverse . If a woman kisses a man so passionately, it's mostly because she wants to see how she conquers him,

giving her a strong sense of satisfaction. What kind of smell can a man's body possibly have? If I don't shower for a day, my skin

will feel salty. From my past experiences, I really can't imagine how a woman's soft body can contain such enormous

energy, constantly absorbing men, while a man's seemingly strong body is actually very fragile and lacks sustain.

Women possess endurance and stamina, both physically and mentally, capable of overcoming strength with gentleness. God truly created humanity

fairly.

Now that I'm more mature, I genuinely believe that sex isn't simply about penetration, but about the process, not just the

final few seconds. You need to speak tenderly to her, hug her tightly, kiss her deeply, and savor her

tongue. I personally love deep kisses, especially during orgasm. Some women have very sensitive ears; gently rub them with the tip of

your tongue , or hold her earlobe in your mouth, or gently bite it with your teeth. I have a secret trick

: sticking my tongue into a woman's ear canal. Actually, both men and women find this irresistible. Try it and see.

Don't go to prostitutes; they're professionals, already numb, and nothing feels good.

It 's not worth it; you're more likely to get diseases. It won't give you a sense of conquest or pleasure; it

's all a transaction, and trouble will inevitably follow. I enjoy touching a woman's genitals or exploring her vagina while kissing her,

playing with her nipples, rubbing her breasts, and caressing her soft buttocks. I can also add some footwork, like pinching

her toes together or rubbing her calves – women love that.

Once she's aroused, you can gradually approach her genitals. If you truly love her,

you can kiss each of her toes one by one, then trace her beautiful calves and thighs upwards. I believe anyone would do

this for a woman they love, unless it's not genuine affection; it's a kind of obsessive, purely physical

attraction . But this isn't possible between spouses. Even the most perfect love becomes

tasteless in the face of the mundane realities of life. Marriage is about finding someone you're not entirely satisfied with, but not someone you dislike either. Perhaps you'll gradually discover their

good qualities, because when you need marriage, your ideal woman may not be there, and by the

time she appears, everything is already set in stone. That's the regrettable nature of life. Gently part the woman's legs.

Most women will be a little shy at this point, as fully exposing their genitals to you can feel

somewhat unnatural. Therefore, don't be too hasty or forceful when parting her legs; be gentle and do it little by little.

Don't immediately start licking her genitals. Instead, use the tip of your tongue to lick her inner thighs, lower abdomen, and

around , while gently stroking her soft pubic hair with your hands. Slowly, you'll notice the woman begins to curl up, her legs involuntarily

moving, and she may moan. More sensitive women will begin to become wet at the vaginal opening. At this point, the woman will

take the initiative , spreading her legs as wide as possible to expose her entire genitals. At this point, there will be no shyness left.

Even the slightest bit of initiative from you at this moment will excite a man immensely.

You should gently lick this area with your wet tongue. If you suddenly press your mouth or tongue against the woman

's anus at this moment, she will definitely moan with excitement. If you don't like licking a woman's anus like I do,

you can kiss upwards to her labia. At this point, some women will produce a lot of vaginal lubrication. You

can use your fingers to separate her labia, or you can use your tongue to pry them open and take one of her labia minora into your mouth, then

switch to the other. Continue the same action, stirring your tongue inside her vagina or thrusting your tongue in and out. Women

love this; who doesn't like oral sex?! You can also use your fingers to separate the labia, insert your tongue as

deep as possible into the vagina, then push the labia minora and labia majora back, covering the entire inside with your tongue, and then gently rub her anus with

your fingers . You can also lie flat on the bed and let the woman ride on your head,

with your face up as you lick her vulva. This method of licking the vulva is much more stimulating and satisfying for the woman than having her lie on

the bed you lick her. This position allows the vulva and lips to fully contact each other, and even the nose

can rub against the vulva. The woman's vaginal fluid will flow onto your face. Sitting face-up, you can

caress . You can also use the 69 position, licking the anus while licking the vulva, and using your fingers dipped in

saliva to probe the anus, which is quite stimulating. As a man, I have also had my anus stimulated by my beloved woman, and I felt

a stimulation I had never experienced before. I was deeply shocked and felt that as a woman... It's amazing how intense the stimulation of being penetrated is compared to the stimulation of

penetration itself . Like I said in my previous post: this was a feeling I'd never experienced before.

It was incredibly stimulating, a stimulation I'd never felt before. Especially the deeper she penetrated, the less I could control myself; there was an uncontrollable

pleasure, and the more I couldn't hold it in, the more intense the pleasure. If she hadn't used her fingers to penetrate me deeply this time, I truly would

n't have experienced the kind of heartfelt orgasm a woman experiences. A man's orgasm is really just those few seconds of ejaculation. What

men really want is the conquest and satisfaction before ejaculation, the psychological, visual, and physical desire. A woman's

orgasm comes from a dual satisfaction of the psychological and physical depths, which is why she moans and explodes like that. Men are

merely tools for stimulation. No man moans and groans during sex. It's like

scratching your ear when it itches—does it feel better to scratch your ear or your finger? I've always believed that men's pleasure

is greater than women's, but today, being penetrated, I truly understood what pleasure is. It's truly tragic that a man in his thirties only now

understands this! From that moment on, I've enjoyed stimulating a woman's anus.

What woman wouldn't love that gentle, harmless stimulation? Men love it, let alone women! The pleasure from that stimulation

is unprecedented for both men and women, which is probably why I can't forget that lover. Using

your fingers to probe the vagina and rub the clitoris, if done properly, can cause a woman to lose control of her bladder. I don't know if others have ever seen a woman

lose control, but I have, and I was truly astonished! Of course, both partners must be satisfied; otherwise, it's difficult. I

've only seen my lover do that; it's never happened with anyone else. If a woman likes it, you can

insert your fingers into her anus, but it's best not to insert them too deeply, as that area is very sensitive. Generally, gently rubbing with your fingers

is enough.

Of course, you can also insert two fingers into the vagina and anus simultaneously while licking, but only

if the other person consents; otherwise, it will ruin the atmosphere.

Keep trying! Let's all be good men, so we can keep the smiles of the women we love

forever !

The above is the result of my careful experimentation with my favorite lover. I've been

with quite a few women since university, so I can say I understand women fairly well. University life was mostly about physical urges and sexual

release ; I didn't have the means or money to properly enjoy sex. Now that life is better and I'm more mature,

it's not just about sexual release anymore, but about enjoyment. I keep saying that only with a woman I truly love can I truly connect with her from the heart.

I wanted to do that because there's love involved, there's sex. That's why I wanted everything about her. Through her

, I experienced a pure sexual pleasure I might never feel again in my life. I loved that pleasure. I was once deeply infatuated with women's

bodies . In my heart, her captivating charm was no less than that of a certain celebrity. Actually, to put it bluntly,

what are celebrities? Celebrities are all sluts. How can you be an actor if you're not seductive? The truth is, as long as you're fascinated by the woman you like,

there's no need to compare her to others. Without love, nothing matters. Whether Gong Li is captivating or not,

what does it have to do with me? Besides, I think she's even a bit rustic. Everyone's aesthetic is different. If there's love,

you like her, and she likes you back, how wonderful! So many people are intoxicated by this kind of alluring charm, which creates the entanglements of love and hate between men and women

in the world you've enjoyed it, don't regret it. Like Chow Yun-fat advised Stephen Chow,

enjoy life while you're young, otherwise you'll regret it when you're old.

Life is short, I have no regrets!

Qian Zhongshu said that marriage is a besieged city, and he was absolutely right. People who haven't experienced marriage don't understand its

flavor. Two people living together day and night in marriage, it's truly endless... Many friends chat with me

online . Since we don't know each other online, we chat without any reservations and say whatever comes

to mind. They say how wonderful marriage is, how the two of you can live together day and night, sweet and carefree, sharing everything, intertwined and inseparable,

able to solve your needs anytime, anywhere. What a perfect couple that would be!

When don't know what to say. For me, someone who has been married for six years, all I can do is smile bitterly.

What is marriage? Actually, marriage is more like a well, a gentle trap.

Marriage, do you think it's more beneficial for men or women? I think it's more beneficial for women. A woman at

the edge of the well in marriage tells a man: "You're trapped. Stay in the well, don't think too much, focus on making money, and don't try to

jump . If you jump out, you'll lose everything—house, money, kids. Look at me, I earn a lot of money, my cooking

is delicious, and I keep the house so clean. You better behave. Aren't all women the same? I have everything others have,

what's new?!" A woman's double-edged sword leaves a man speechless, helpless, and exasperated. Before marriage, a wife is

so sweet and charming, seemingly at your mercy. But in the blink of an eye, a few years can transform her into a demanding young woman who can verbally abuse you and list all your faults in

an instant. Even the most beautiful

love fades in the face of life's mundane realities. And she, after berating you, watches your expression,

secretly chuckling to herself, then adds her own commentary: "Don't offend women and petty people. I am both a woman

and a petty person. A few delicious meals from her will shut a man up completely, and she herself is

blameless. She even tells men: 'Men should be magnanimous and not argue with women. Being fussy and indecisive is no good.'

The implication is that men can't compete with her!" That's what women are like. They grind down a man's sharp edges and

corners until he becomes a smooth pebble. Every day, besides working hard to earn money and taking care of his parents,

in-laws, wife, and children, he has no time for anything else. You can only see the view from the well's edge; sometimes you

can't even see it without jumping out. Even the most perfect love will become tasteless. Marriage is actually about finding someone you don't like the most

but don't dislike either, slowly discovering their good points so you won't be disappointed. Marriage may be like this,

who knows? Maybe we'll understand after we've lived this life. Right now, even geniuses can't know, because we are all

on a journey without end.

The daily grind sometimes makes me realize how exhausting marriage can be,

especially when I have a moment to reflect. Looking around, I realize I don't even have a single close friend after marriage, let alone any members of the opposite sex. Men need women; they need relaxation. They can't

always be tense and strained; it will break down. Who doesn't want to confide in someone? Who doesn't want to relax? In reality, no matter how noble the relationship between men and women

may seem, it ultimately involves something related to sex. Only with this kind of relationship can men and women feel stable

and secure , and truly enter each other's hearts. If a man's interaction with a woman doesn't stem from sexual attraction that evolves

into affection, I can't think of any other reason why their friendship could continue and last forever. There is really only one relationship between men and women

: sexual relationship. This is the most fundamental difference between male and female friendship. However, men

can separate love and sex and can withdraw in time. Women, on the other hand, are emotional creatures. Sex without love is hard for

them to accept , but once they accept it, the floodgates are broken. A devoted woman and a heartless man. Actually, this cannot be blamed on

how bad a man's moral character is. All these differences are due to hormones. When a girl in her twenties enters society with a womanly figure

and a mature and confident mind, a man of the same age still acts like

a child in many ways—messy hair, thin limbs, a childish expression, and acne like mushrooms after

rain . However, things won't always be this bad. As they get older, things will gradually improve

. That's how it is for me. It wasn't until I turned 30 that I felt like I had emerged from my cocoon, transformed, and become a slightly

more mature man. The sexual frenzy and urges that plagued me in my twenties

no bothered me. No matter how much I tried to suppress my desires, they always clung to me,

fueling my desires. Whenever a sexy, alluring woman walked past me, I felt an urge to

tear her clothes to shreds and devour her whole. That is, until I met a lover who was even more sexually driven than I was.

She pushed me to the peak of desire, and my youthful impetuosity passed. I finally learned to control

my body, to distinguish between primal desires and rational judgment, and to

define a woman with emotion, not just physical attraction.

In my thirties, my body and mind were finally in harmony when it came to sex. I could

act according to my true feelings, no longer blindly sleeping with women driven by mere physical desire. If I decided to be with

a woman, it wasn't just because I lusted after her body, but because I had feelings for her that went beyond mere physical lust.

Correspondingly, my understanding of perfect sex has also changed. Perfection is no longer about blindly pursuing the intensity

and excitement of a tightrope walk, but rather about both partners sharing their physical sensations, being completely relaxed, and being honest with each other,

following their feelings. A 30-year-old man has passed the age of selfishness; he is attentive to his partner's feelings and will

directly tell her what he desires—faster, slower, gentler, more intense—without hiding his

feelings. This applies to

30-year-old men not only in sex but also in life; their behavior and approach to life are vastly different from that of a 20-year-old.

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