The Years of Burning Passion – Sister Luo

I'm a post-80s generation, a true-blue mainland Chinese, patriotic and quick to condemn evil. I did my undergraduate studies in Beijing and now work for a private company, earning a monthly salary of over 10,000 yuan through hard work. I got married and had a child a few years ago, and my life is stable now. In my spare time, I reminisce about my past sexual experiences, some happy, some regretful, but mostly nostalgic for my youth.

"Mom, why is the grass mud horse in the Gobi Desert?" This was a question a little girl asked her mother on a sleeper train when I was on a business trip two years ago. I burst out laughing. Kids these days have so many more ways to experience and understand society than we did back then. It's truly a blessing.

Okay, back to the point, let me tell you about my own experiences.

Although I had early sexual awakening (like Ai Iijima), I never slept with a woman from elementary school to university graduation. I did have a couple of casual flings, but whenever I faced those clear, innocent eyes, I couldn't bring myself to push them down. As the saying goes, "If love is meant to last, why bother with physical intimacy?"

In my senior year, with fewer classes, the most common topics of conversation among classmates were graduation theses and job hunting. Back when we were in school, our parents' workplaces would often help their children find employment, which was why I chose my university major based on the nature of the job – hoping for a higher degree and a relevant job, at least a technician position. But by my senior year, policies were changing, and our generation of children of employees was no longer eligible. I was heartbroken, but there was nothing I could do but take it one step at a time.

Graduation was approaching, and living on campus was becoming inconvenient, so I rented an apartment outside (back then, apartments in Beijing were so cheap! I rented a 120-square-meter apartment near the back gate of Renmin University on Suzhou Street for only 2400 yuan a month; I remember there was even a Pizza Hut in the shops near the entrance of that complex). I rarely went back to school except for necessary school matters.

I studied design, and jobs like that were easy to find in Beijing at the time. I found a design company near Zhongguancun with a guaranteed monthly salary of 1200 yuan, but I had to do my own research and create proposals. I don't know if it was good luck or what, but I earned almost 7,000 yuan that month. I was so smug back then! My dad, a mid-level cadre, only made a little over 3,000 yuan a month. But

my good fortune didn't last long. After only a few months of glory, SARS struck in 2003. A whole dormitory building at Renmin University was quarantined; students had to carry food up in baskets, and they weren't even allowed to leave the building. I was terrified, so I quit my job, quickly finished my graduation procedures at the university, and bought a train ticket home, hoping to escape the city as soon as possible.

When I called my mom to tell her I had the ticket, she wouldn't let me go back. She said the SARS control measures back home were very strict, and everyone returning from Beijing was being quarantined. I remember my mom crying and saying, "Son, just wait a little longer. If you don't come back, you'll still have freedom in Beijing. If you come back, you'll definitely be quarantined." Hearing this, I burst into tears. Looking back now, I realize how vulnerable I was.

So, I stayed in Beijing. For the first week, I stayed cooped up in my rented apartment, not daring to go out. I ate instant noodles, drank bottled water, and watched TV every day. Later, I couldn't stand it anymore and went out for a stroll. During SARS, public transportation in Beijing was so uncrowded, it was like having a private car. I wandered around Beijing for a few days without seeing anything, and started to regret quitting my job. However, during that critical period, I was eager to go home and was too lazy to look for work. My parents weren't withholding my money anyway, so, being utterly helpless, I could only drag my classmates who hadn't left to spend their days in bars and nightclubs to kill time. Of course, that's how the sex scene happened.

I met Sister Luo thanks to a female classmate from high school. At the time, she was studying at the Labor Movement College (now the School of International Relations, whose honorary president was Wei Jianxing, and Gao Yuanyuan graduated from there). She had graduated but was still living in the school dormitory. When I went to visit her, we drank at a nightclub near her school (I've forgotten the name).

It was early July. My classmate and I met up at that slow-rock bar. We found a corner, ordered a dozen drinks, and chatted lazily. The bar wasn't very crowded, probably because of SARS. The few customers were all huddled together in small groups, talking quietly; no one was dancing on the dance floor. As we chatted, my friend got up to go to the restroom, and I just leaned back on the sofa with my eyes closed, lost in thought. After

a while, I felt someone walk up beside me. Thinking it was my classmate returning, I said without opening my eyes, "Sit down when you get back. Aren't you tired of standing?"

The person sat down next to me without ceremony, bringing with them a whiff of perfume.

Wait a minute, my classmate doesn't usually wear perfume. I quickly opened my eyes and saw a woman with a ponytail, wearing a gray linen shirt with rolled-up sleeves, sitting next to me. She wasn't tall, her looks were passable, her skin was very fair, and her breasts were quite large, disproportionate to her figure. I couldn't help but wonder if her small frame could support those two lumps.

"What are you doing here…?" I hesitated for a moment before quickly asking.

"Nothing, just got off work, came to relax a bit. It's usually crowded here, so I rarely come. But lately, with SARS, there are fewer people, so I come here more often to relax. When I came in, I saw you were quite conspicuous, and since you were alone, I thought I'd join in the fun. You don't mind, do you, little brother?" the woman said generously. (Thinking back to that day, I was wearing all white Adidas and had dyed my hair blonde. In the dimly lit, sparsely populated slow-rock bar, I did stand out a bit. Plus, being a recent graduate, I had a strong student vibe, which easily made a good impression, regardless of my looks.) "Oh, it's okay. Then, sister, please sit down and chat with me. I have a classmate who went to the restroom and will be back in a bit," I replied noncommittally.

"Is it a male or female classmate? If it's a female classmate, I'll sit with you for a while. If it's a male classmate, I'll leave. I wouldn't dare drink with two strange men," the woman joked.

"Don't worry, sister, my classmate is a girl. We just graduated from university. It's not like what you're thinking," I said, pretending to be angry.

Just then, my classmate arrived, and we introduced ourselves. Since neither of us was petty, we started chatting. From our conversation, I learned that the woman's surname was Luo, she was from Guizhou, a graduate of a finance and economics university, 30 years old, and she and her boyfriend were her classmates. After graduation, they rented a basement near the university and worked to save money, dreaming of buying a house in Beijing and settling down.

We all had a great time chatting that day. We had a good impression of Sister Luo, and she had a good impression of us. We exchanged phone numbers, and Sister Luo told me to call her whenever I came here, as she worked nearby and would come over as soon as she got off work. Sister Luo said she especially enjoyed chatting with us young people, saying she saw her younger self in us.

So, for a while, I went to my classmate's place every day. Sometimes it was just me, my classmate, and Sister Luo; sometimes it was Sister Luo with her boyfriend (whom my classmate and I called "brother-in-law"); sometimes it was just me and Sister Luo drinking and chatting together.

At that time, neither Sister Luo nor I had any impure thoughts; we just chatted and drank together, talking about our university days, how her boyfriend pursued her, and her experiences after graduation. Sometimes we also talked about our families. From our conversation, I learned that Sister Luo's family wasn't well-off. Apart from Guiyang, the rest of Guizhou was very poor. It was precisely because of this poverty that she studied hard, determined to go to university and escape that impoverished place. But even after entering university and the workforce, she found life still incredibly difficult. Her husband's family was from Lianyungang, and their financial situation was average; they couldn't offer them much help, so if they wanted to stay in Beijing, they had to rely on their own hard work.

To be honest, I didn't really connect with what Sister Luo was saying. In 2003, Beijing's housing prices were only 4,000 to 5,000 yuan per square meter. While expensive, they weren't outrageously so. Back then, if I wanted to stay in Beijing, my family could easily buy me a 100-square-meter apartment. It wasn't until I met more people that I realized how much money can really make a hero.

Because of this, whenever we went out drinking, I always insisted on paying. My classmate is carefree, but Sister Luo was different; she always tried to pay, but she could never win against me.

Because of this, Sister Luo actually favored me, her little brother, even more. Whenever she had free time, she would invite me to her tiny 20-square-meter basement apartment. Every time Sister Luo cooked in the hallway, she would mutter, "Once your brother-in-law and I move into our new house, we'll treat you well. Otherwise, it'll be a laughing stock if word gets out that this older sister is always taking advantage of her younger brother."

This harmonious scene lasted until the end of July.

That noon, I had just woken up from a nap and, out of boredom, opened my laptop and put on some porn. I was just about to start masturbating (I was a virgin, and I was ready to die; if I didn't masturbate, it wouldn't be fun if I ejaculated on the bed), when Sister Luo called.

"Little brother, what are you doing? Are you free tonight? Let's go out for drinks. I got a bonus today, so it's on me."

"Okay, I'll gladly accept. Same place as always, I'll be waiting." After saying that, I hung up the phone and continued my masturbation.

Sister Luo's work ended at 5:30. Although she had promised to pay, I couldn't bear to see her suffering like that. So I arrived half an hour early, ordered the drinks, and waited for Sister Luo with the Snake game.

By the time Sister Luo arrived, my Snake game had almost filled the screen.

I looked up, smiled, and said, "Sister Luo, I'm sorry, I couldn't resist and paid the bill again today. I'm sorry, maybe next time." Sister

Luo was a little angry: "Why are you always like this? Are you looking down on me? Okay, next time then. It's settled then, if you do this again, I'll break up with you."

Saying this, Sister Luo threw her bag at me, sat down next to me generously, and poured herself a drink and started drinking.

Seeing this, I also grabbed a bottle and clinked glasses with Sister Luo.

After drinking for about an hour, Sister Luo suddenly said to me, "I had a fight with your brother-in-law at noon today."

I was about to ask why.

Sister Luo continued, "I saw a secondhand apartment near Yangqiao, less than 500,000 yuan. Your brother-in-law and I have saved over 200,000 yuan in the past few years. I was thinking of having your brother-in-law ask his relatives for some money, and I'm trying to get a small loan from the bank to buy the apartment. But your brother-in-law is stubborn; he insists on buying a new apartment, saying it's cleaner and there won't be as much financial pressure. He just won't ask. I'm so angry! If we wait for a suitable apartment, we'll have to wait two or three years. What if the prices go up by then? This one, although it's an older apartment, is ready-made. If everything goes smoothly, we can move in by the end of the year. Do you know why we haven't gotten married yet? It's because we don't have a house. We can't get married in that tiny 20-square-meter apartment. I think he just doesn't want to marry me!"

Hearing this, I was completely stunned.

I said to Sister Luo, "Sister, I've never even been with a woman before. This is too complicated for me. I don't understand. I think you two have a good relationship, it's not that serious. Besides, you were fine when you came in, why are you talking about this now?"

Sister Luo frowned and said, "It's nothing, I just get angrier the more I think about it. I've been with him for so many years, I've given him my youth, and now all I'm doing is asking him to lend me some money, and he acts like it's going to kill him."

As she continued, Sister Luo got angrier and angrier, and ordered another dozen beers. From 7:30 pm to almost 8:30 pm, Sister Luo kept complaining, and more than half of the new dozen beers went down her throat. During this time, I didn't say a word, just sat there and listened.

By this time, Sister Luo's emotions had stabilized a bit, but she was still basically drunk. Seeing that it was enough, I said, "Sister, let's call it a day. I'll take you home."

Sister Luo said, "Okay, little brother. I'm really sorry about today."

Just as I was picking up Sister Luo's bag and helping her up, (damn…writing this, I'm getting excited! The old saying 'no coincidence, no story' is so true!) Sister Luo's phone rang, vibrating and ringing. I took it out to see the caller ID; it was my brother-in-law. I quickly handed the phone to Sister Luo.

Sister Luo took the phone and immediately asked her brother-in-law where he was and when he would be home.

From this, I thought they had a good relationship. But then Sister Luo started arguing with her brother-in-law about borrowing money, basically saying things like, "You have to lend me the money, whether you want to or not." My brother-in-law seemed to get angry too, and he started arguing with Sister Luo on the phone. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Sister Luo's last words after hanging up were, "Fine, you said it, let's break up, don't regret it!" After saying that, I saw Sister Luo burst into tears.

Oh well, Sister Luo had nowhere to go. After leaving the bar, I offered to take Sister Luo to her friend's place, but she absolutely refused, saying she couldn't bear the embarrassment. I suggested getting her a hotel to sleep in, but she still refused, saying it was too expensive. They argued like that on the street for ages, until I said, "Sister Luo, come to my place, it's not far from your workplace," and only then did Sister Luo stop arguing.

It was almost nine o'clock when I got home by taxi. I'd been arguing on the street for ages and was starving, so I dragged my already drunk sister Luo downstairs to Pizza Hut to get a codfish cake. Pizza Hut was so nice back then; the salads were free. I packed a small portion for Luo to help her sober up. It was another half hour before we got the pizza. As soon as we left Pizza Hut, Luo threw up right at the door. But that was good; it helped her sober up a bit.

Who knew that after throwing up, Luo would still insist on drinking, and it looked like she was about to start arguing again. I had no choice but to go downstairs to the supermarket and buy two cans of soda before she finally came upstairs.

Back home, I pushed Luo to sit on the living room sofa, put pillows and a blanket on it, told her to go to sleep early, and then ignored her. (Damn, women are such a hassle.) By the time I finished washing up and sat on my bed, watching a movie on my laptop and eating pizza, it was almost 10:30. I heard Luo taking a shower in the bathroom, but I didn't go out again.

Around 11 o'clock, I was engrossed in watching a DVD when I heard Sister Luo knock on my door and say, "Can I come in?"

I said, "Come in, no need to be so polite."

I didn't even turn my head before I felt Sister Luo walk over and sit on the bed behind me.

"Um... um... little brother, I'm sorry about today, I lost my temper. After all that commotion, I'm hungry. Could you get me a slice of pizza? Even though I was wrong, you can't punish me by making me go hungry," Sister Luo said.

"Hehe..." I chuckled awkwardly, then picked up the pizza next to my laptop and turned to hand it to Sister Luo. When I turned around, I was stunned.

Sister Luo's wet hair still had water droplets on the tips, and the towel on the living room sofa was wrapped around her chest, her breasts faintly visible. I quickly turned my head away.

"Sister Luo... you... this is... you're... too... too..." I was incoherent.

After all, watching porn and watching real people are two completely different things.

Sister Luo laughed at my awkward expression. She said, "Little brother, do you think I'm pretty?"

I turned my head away and said, "You're alright, your skin is really nice, and your breasts are quite big."

Sister Luo laughed even harder at this. "Then why are you still afraid to look at me? Do you have some dirty thoughts?"

I quickly said no, and turned my head back to Sister Luo, but this time I looked into her eyes.

Sister Luo didn't expect me to just stare into her eyes like that, not even glancing anywhere else.

After staring at each other for a while, Sister Luo said, "There aren't many boys like you these days."

I smiled and said, "I'm alright. Sister Luo, I've always thought of you as my older sister. If it were any other woman today, I would have pounced on her already."

Before I could finish speaking, Sister Luo pulled me close and sealed my lips with hers.

"Damn it, what's going on?" I was completely stunned. I shoved Sister Luo away so hard that she fell flat on the bed and bounced back up. Sister Luo

didn't expect me to do that, and tears streamed down her face.

While I was panicking, Sister Luo got up and walked out.

Before leaving, she said, "Little brother, I'm sorry, I'm not that kind of person, but do you know how much I'm suffering right now?"

Hearing that, it would be too unmanly of me not to move. I quickly took two steps and hugged Sister Luo from behind, turning her face towards me, and kissed her on the lips.

I didn't do anything too flirtatious, just sucking on her lips and tongue hard. Of course, my right hand wasn't idle either. With a gentle tug, the towel wrapped around Sister Luo slipped off. Sister Luo's two big breasts bounced out, and my right hand just happened to touch one of them, kneading it from all sides.

Sister Luo never imagined that I, who was so innocent just moments before, would become like a beast. Unable to speak, I could only make "mmm" sounds.

Hearing these sounds and feeling the soft, fleshy mound in my hand, a surge of heat rose in my lower abdomen, and my penis stood erect. I was wearing shorts, and I was right next to Sister Luo, who had just been pulled off the blanket and was now naked.

When Sister Luo felt something hard pressing against her lower abdomen, her legs went weak and she couldn't stand up.

At that moment, I couldn't care less. I picked up Sister Luo, took a few steps back, turned around, and sat on the bed, placing her on my lap, still holding her fragrant lips. With my free right hand, I slowly began to grope downwards.

When my right hand touched a large tuft of hair, I knew I had arrived. Following the example in the AV, I slowly slid my middle finger between Sister Luo's tightly clenched legs.

The feeling could only be described with two words: "soft" and "wet." My heart was pounding like a drum. I guess Sister Luo sensed my energy, because her tightly closed legs slowly opened a little. This made it easier for my fingers to slide back and forth.

After sliding back and forth a dozen times, I felt Sister Luo's lower body was even wetter. I didn't remember actresses in AVs being this wet. Just as I released Sister Luo's mouth and was about to look down, Sister Luo seemed to know what I meant and seized the opportunity. She used her arm to lift my head, sat up, straddled my lap, and pushed me flat on the bed. Only

then did Sister Luo come to her senses and said angrily, "You naughty boy, you almost suffocated me. You still want to see my pussy? Dream on, I won't let you see it."

"Fine, then don't look. So what's next?" I asked knowingly.

"You little rascal, you're already like this, what are you going to do?" After saying that, Sister Luo slapped my erect penis, saying as she did so, "I didn't expect your thing to be so big," then she squatted down on me, holding my penis and slowly sitting down towards her opening. (I've measured my penis myself, and it's only 13 centimeters, but my glans is as big as an egg. Before I graduated, my roommates and I watched porn in the dorm, and a few of us compared our penises. Except for one classmate from Xinjiang who had 17 or 18 centimeters, the others were all around 10 or 13 centimeters.) It was between centimeters, but my glans was definitely the biggest among them, even the classmate from Xinjiang was incredibly envious. So I guess when Sister Luo said "big," she meant the glans.

I was lying flat, propped up on my elbows, and could just see my penis slowly sliding into Sister Luo's vagina. The stimulation, the feeling, was something even a god wouldn't trade. When Sister Luo's vagina slowly swallowed my penis until it reached the base, I couldn't help but ejaculate. Sister Luo felt my penis jump up suddenly and asked helplessly, "Did you ejaculate?"

I was so embarrassed at that moment! I quickly explained, "No, Sister Luo, I'm still a virgin. I've never experienced anything so exciting before, especially with someone as beautiful and charming as you, Sister Luo. How could I not ejaculate?"

Sister Luo smiled, lifted her buttocks, and released my penis. She then quickly cupped her hand over her lower body. I watched as the milky white semen I had ejaculated gushed out and fell into Sister Luo's hand. She rubbed it, and seeing that nothing was flowing out, she brought her hand to her eyes to look at it and smell it, saying, "You really are a virgin. There's no strange smell in the semen."

Seeing Sister Luo's actions, my penis slowly stood up again, right in front of Sister Luo's opening. I saw that Sister Luo was still squatting and holding my semen, and was about to say something when I suddenly thrust my hips upwards, plunging my penis all the way down.

Sister Luo wasn't prepared, and with a "Ah!" she pounced forward onto my chest, smearing all the semen on her hand onto my breasts.

Ignoring my nausea, I wrapped my arms around Sister Luo's waist to hold her buttocks in place, and started thrusting again.

After ejaculating once, the feeling wasn't as intense. After more than a hundred thrusts, my lower back went numb, and I thrust upwards again, ejaculating once more.

Looking at Sister Luo, her face flushed, she was now lying on my chest, panting softly. After exhaling a few breaths, she said, "How can you be so naughty? I wasn't ready at all." Seeing Sister Luo's alluring expression, my penis, still inside her, became hard again.

That night, I made love to Sister Luo eight times, each time ejaculating inside her, but towards the end, I could barely ejaculate anymore.

I don't remember how I fell asleep, but when I woke up it was almost 3 PM. Sister Luo wasn't there; she had probably gone to work. I picked up my phone and saw several missed calls from Sister Luo, so I quickly called her back.

Sister Luo suggested staying with me for a few days to see how things went with her husband, without mentioning anything about the previous night.

I didn't really care; the house was big, one more person wouldn't hurt.

For the next few days, Sister Luo didn't initiate anything. We'd just have dinner together after work, sometimes go out for a walk, sometimes just chat in the house. Every day at a certain time, she'd send me from the living room to the bedroom to sleep. It was me who, on the other hand, would shamelessly drag Sister Luo to my room, or we'd make love on the sofa.

After the first time, I got used to the feeling, and in the following days I became more and more vigorous, going four or five times every night, until Sister Luo kept begging for mercy.

During this time, I also wanted to try kissing Sister Luo's vagina, but she always refused, saying she was embarrassed. Until the day before Sister Luo went back, after we'd made love three times, we were lying in bed chatting, and Sister Luo, unable to withstand my advances, finally agreed to let me kiss her vagina.

When I was between Sister Luo's legs, it was the first time I'd seen the structure of a woman's lower body so closely. Sister Luo had a lot of pubic hair, but compared to AV actresses, her labia were smaller, basically just a slit. I used my hand to part the slit, slowly brought my head closer, and smelled it. It had a faint, musky scent, which I found very pleasant. Perhaps because I was too close, my nose lightly touched Sister Luo's pubic area, and I felt her tremble slightly. A thin stream of clear fluid flowed from her vaginal opening.

I lightly licked the fluid with my tongue; it was a little sticky, but tasteless, which reassured me enough to kiss her deeply. Sister

Luo didn't expect me to be so vigorous, licking so forcefully without any transition. She pushed with her calves, her lower body rising directly. Then she quickly pushed my head away with her hand. Sister Luo

gasped and said to me, "Little brother, you're killing me! Is this how you kiss someone? How about this, you lie down, and I'll teach you how to kiss."

I obediently lay flat on the boat, spread my legs, knelt on my head, and slowly lowered my buttocks, positioning my pubic area against my mouth.

"Alright, lick slowly." After saying this, Sister Luo began to slowly move her buttocks back and forth.

"Mmm. Mmm. Hurry... kiss it on top... yes... right here... take it in your mouth." Sister Luo slowly got into the mood and started directing me between her legs.

Since it was my first time kissing a woman's private parts, I was initially very enthusiastic, but later Sister Luo seemed to be getting into it, completely disregarding me below. She simply lowered her buttocks and sat on my face, rubbing her private parts back and forth against my face.

It was stimulating, but Sister Luo's vaginal fluid was so abundant that it covered my face, and my mouth, facing her vagina, became a disaster zone, swallowing countless amounts of her fluid. After that, I didn't care anymore. I opened my mouth and completely enveloped Sister Luo's private parts, sucking and licking vigorously in all directions.

With this stimulation, Sister Luo's body suddenly arched, then collapsed beside me, motionless—she had orgasmed.

Judging from her expression, she was probably incredibly satisfied.

Afterwards, I thrust into Sister Luo twice more before we finally fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day, I woke up late again. Seeing that Sister Luo hadn't called, I called her myself. Sister Luo said she wouldn't be coming over that night; her brother-in-law had gone to her workplace at noon, crying and begging her to come back, promising to borrow money from relatives. She softened and agreed to go back.

Actually, I knew Sister Luo loved her brother-in-law very much; otherwise, she wouldn't have lived in a basement with a man for so many years.

Later, Sister Luo and I went out for drinks a few more times. I also asked Sister Luo why she slept with me if she loved her brother-in-law so much.

Sister Luo said that at the time, she was under a lot of pressure, plus there was such a good opportunity to buy a house, but her brother-in-law didn't understand her. She felt that all her years of perseverance and sacrifice had suddenly become meaningless. Sister Luo said that she was lucky I was there that day, otherwise she would have been suicidal. She said those few days were a reward for me.

This all happened in mid-August. After that, Sister Luo and her brother-in-law were busy with the trivial matters of the Yangqiao house and didn't have time to go out. So I started going out to visit my classmates again.

Sometimes, when fate brings you together, you can't stop it; when fate takes you away, you can't hold on to it. In late August, I went to Shidu, Hebei with some classmates. I lost my phone while horseback riding. Before I could even ask Sister Luo for my number, my mother started urging me to come home, saying that the SARS checks in our hometown weren't as strict anymore, and my father had just found me a job through a friend. So, I hurriedly packed my things from the rented apartment, checked out, had dinner with some teachers I was close to at school, met up with some classmates who were still working in Beijing, and then visited Sister Luo before heading home.

I still think of Sister Luo now, but I can't remember what she looks like anymore. The only things I remember are the warmth she gave me in her private parts and her hearty laughter. I hope her dream of settling down in Beijing comes true, and I hope she's happy there.

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