My boyfriend and I's real experience

One of my true experiences with my boyfriend: Our First Night
Author: Roufeng Qianmo I met my current boyfriend through other friends. I'm not someone who likes to wander around,
so rarely have the opportunity to meet new people. Meeting him was quite a coincidence. Before that, I had
a few boyfriends, but they were all just casual acquaintances. Maybe it was because I was young, or maybe I just didn't really like them.
So, until I met my current boyfriend…
About six months after we met, I went to his house for the first time to spend the night. He's a very direct person,
and also very stubborn. Afterwards, I asked him what if I had refused at first? He said he would have moved the blanket to the living room to sleep
and never touched me again.
That day, neither of us said anything. I first crawled into bed to watch TV. Because it was summer and I had just showered, I was only wearing
a tank top and underwear. Although it was hot, I was inevitably a little nervous, so I took a thin
blanket and draped it over myself. He came in after showering, wearing only his underwear. I didn't know where to look, so I stared intently
at the TV. I think I blushed. He sat on the edge of the bed, pinched my nose, and chuckled, "What's there
to be embarrassed about?" He turned and started looking in a drawer—probably condoms, I thought.
Only when I was out of his sight did I dare to steal glances at him. He had a really good physique; he used to be a bodybuilder,
with well-defined muscles and a broad back that made him seem very reassuring. Every time he hugged me, I felt a
strong sense of attachment, not wanting to leave.
He was indeed looking for condoms, tossed them on the bedside table, and lay down beside me. I remained staring blankly at
the TV , pretending not to notice anything. We chatted for a bit at first, but soon he moved
closer, propped himself up on top of me, and started kissing me. My heart pounded. Although I was mentally prepared,
I was completely at a loss when it actually started.
He lifted my vest, exposing my entire breasts to him. I closed my eyes, afraid to look at him or
let him see my expression. I covered my face with my hands and turned my head to the side, my heart pounding wildly, completely at a
loss . He started by gently kneading my breasts, then suddenly felt a warm, wet sensation on my nipples
. In a panic, I glanced over and saw him licking and sucking them with his tongue. A
feeling I'd never experienced before spread through me, and I heard a soft moan coming from my own throat.
His hands roamed all over my body, from my cheeks to my neck, from my breasts to my lower abdomen. I didn't
dare move, unsure of what he would do next. Under his caresses, I felt my body growing hotter and hotter, and I felt
lightheaded . He lay on top of me, breathing heavily in my ear, and said, "Wife, you're so soft." Then
he hugged me tightly, almost suffocating me. Only then did I feel something hard pressing against my stomach,
and I blushed even more, feeling increasingly embarrassed.
He took off his underwear, then mine, and pressed himself against me again, grabbing my breasts and
gradually increasing the pressure as he kneaded them. He sealed my lips with his, our tongues entwining. We clung tightly to each other,
as if we wanted to become one. The moans in my throat grew louder, but I desperately tried to hold them back.
He seemed to sense this and said, "If you want to moan, just moan, it's okay." As he spoke, his other hand reached between my
legs ...
His fingers first moved at the entrance, teasing my clitoris, and then tentatively pushed inside. My
whole body stiffened. At first, it felt like sand in my eyes, and I desperately wanted to escape, but he was
so strong that I had no choice but to endure it. His movements were very gentle and slow, his fingers moving in and out of my vagina, not going very
deep . Gradually, the discomfort disappeared, replaced by a thrilling pleasure.
I could even feel a heat radiating from my private parts. I finally couldn't bear it any longer and moaned loudly.
He struggled to get off me, and I stared at him, bewildered. He touched my genitals, and
I shuddered, crying out, "Don't look at me, I look awful!"
He chuckled, "Wife, you look beautiful." He reached out to spread my legs, and
whether from fear or shyness, I resisted. He leaned closer and whispered in my
ear, "Don't be afraid, relax. Look, it's all wet." He held his fingers to my face; they were
indeed wet. I blushed so much I wanted to disappear.
He stopped, glanced at the head of the bed, and asked, "Wife, shall we not use a condom?"
I looked at him, surprised, hesitant. "But..."
he continued, "Because it's your first time, it's better not to use those things. Otherwise, how will you
feel your husband?" I thought for a moment, then remained silent, tacitly agreeing.
I lay flat on the bed, legs spread, my heart pounding even harder. He pressed his chest against my breasts,
and I could hear his rapid breathing, his hot breath on my ear. His hard penis pressed against my genitals,
moving .
I closed my eyes, gripping his shoulders tightly. Perhaps because it was my first time, I couldn't find the right spot, and after rubbing
for a long time , I still couldn't get in. My husband had to gently pinch the head of his penis with his hand and guide it to my vaginal opening. He used
his fingers to pry open my labia minora and slowly inserted his penis into my vagina. I only felt something hot beginning to penetrate my
body. He slowed down his movements and asked, "Does it hurt?" I couldn't speak, biting my lip to keep from crying
out , and just shook my head.
He continued thrusting forward, and I felt a sharp, stinging pain at the entrance of my vagina, as if it were being torn apart. It felt so swollen and
uncomfortable inside. With each step he took in, the sensation intensified. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore and cried out, "
It hurts !"
He immediately stopped. I looked at him through teary eyes, and he said with concern, "Does it hurt a lot? Then let's not
do it anymore." Looking
into his eyes, full of concern, I suddenly felt a warmth in my heart. I tried to smile and
only said, "It's okay."
Then, he carefully continued to push in. His penis was hard and thick, slowly inserting into my
vagina , not in a hurry to go in. One hand began to rub my clitoris, sending waves of tingling sensations that caused
me to leak fluid again. My painful moans gradually gave way to pleasurable gasps. I almost lost
consciousness . Although I still felt a swollen pain, it was better than before, probably because the fluid had increased and it was
much more slippery inside.
Suddenly, he lowered his waist and thrust in with all his might. For a moment, I was in so much pain that tears almost fell
from my eyes, while he let out a satisfied sigh.
Then, neither of us moved. He gently kissed me, "Wife, I'm going in."
After a few seconds, the pain subsided, and he began to slowly thrust in and out. My body
swayed back and forth with his thrusts, and I started to moan involuntarily. His penis went in and out of my vagina, each
thrust feeling like it was hitting my stomach. My vagina was swollen full, and my juices flowed freely.
I heard the sound of skin against skin, very gentle at first, gradually getting faster and faster, and his
heavy breathing, his throat making sounds of pleasure. I couldn't control my body; I didn't know if it was from the pain or
the stimulation, but I moaned loudly without restraint.
He increased the frequency of his thrusts, and I trembled all over, grabbing his arm and calling out repeatedly, "Husband,
husband, husband." He responded with even more intense actions, each time pulling his penis out until only
the glans was inside, and then thrusting it in as far as it could. "Wife, you're so tight inside." We moved back and forth like madmen
, and our lower body became very wet.
And so, after countless thrusts, he suddenly exclaimed urgently, "Wife, I'm going to cum
." He grabbed my breasts, kneading them roughly, his movements becoming increasingly violent, making it
almost to breathe.
With each powerful thrust, my cries grew louder, I could barely bear his burning penis.
After all, it was my first time, and the pain lingered. I could only cry out, "Husband,
I can't take it anymore, I can't take it." But each time, before I could finish speaking, he would thrust into me forcefully, making me
tremble violently, only able to open my mouth and scream "Ahhh!"
Suddenly, he stopped completely, forcefully filling my vagina with his penis, thrusting forward.
It was hot and burning inside, and I was already powerless, only able to lie there limply. After a while, I heard him let out a few
unusually satisfied groans, then he lay on top of me, holding me tightly, motionless.
I could hear his heart pounding, his entire weight on me, and my whole body felt weak, especially
my genitals, where I could now clearly feel a sharp pain. After we both calmed down for a while, he propped himself
up and deliberately looked me up and down. His gaze made me blush again, and I tried to escape his sight, but he
held me tightly in his strong arms.
"You bad boy, let me go."
"How can I let go? My little penis is still being held by my wife." He laughed and brought his face closer.
"Then take it out." I was both annoyed and amused.
"Hey, why is it still hard? We can do it again!"
I was both laughing and crying, and could only beg for mercy.
After a while, he finally pulled his "treasure" out and cleaned it up. "It seems a little red and swollen
. I'm sorry, honey, I was too rough." He carefully checked me. "It's okay, there's no bleeding anymore
. Does it still hurt?" I shook my head, snuggled into his arms, and smelled his scent. Suddenly, I felt a
strange emotion, and for some reason, I wanted to cry. I buried my head in his chest and didn't say anything.
"What's wrong?" He lifted my face and asked anxiously, "Still in pain?"
"No, it's just... a little embarrassing." I smiled shyly.
"Silly girl, what's embarrassing? You're mine." He said almost domineeringly in my ear. Perhaps that's how it is between men and women; after their bodies touch, they
each have their own thoughts.
I love you so much, so I gave myself to you.
And you?
********** ... My Boyfriend and I's Real Experience Part Two: Climax Author: Roufeng Qianmo Published: 2004/03/11 on: Erotic Coastline Since my first time with my boyfriend, he no longer hid his desires. After he took my virginity that day, I woke up in the middle of the night and did it again. Later, when I got up to shower, I felt a sharp pain down there, almost making it difficult to take a step. To be honest, at that time I didn't understand anything, and I didn't really understand what male sexual desire was all about. At home, he wanted me to wear only a tank top and underwear. Since it was hot, I didn't particularly mind. But that left me completely defenseless, giving him an opportunity to assault me at any time. The next day, I was washing dishes in the kitchen. He was talking to me beside me when he suddenly hugged me from behind, cupping my breasts in his hands and gently squeezing them. At first, it was through my tank top, but soon he skillfully slid his hands inside, teasing my nipples with his entire palm. My legs felt weak from his ministrations, and I could clearly feel his engorged penis pressed against my crotch. " No , I'm washing the dishes," I cried, squirming, unaware that this only aroused him further. He intensified his thrusts, pounding my buttocks with his large penis, saying, "Your nipples are sticking out too , does it feel good?" I felt dizzy and could only support myself on the sink to keep from slipping down. My face flushed again, and my breathing became rapid. He freed one hand and slid it down my abdomen to my underwear, while his other hand guided me to his penis. I immediately recoiled as if electrocuted. Although we had been intimate twice, I had never actually seen his penis, let alone touched it. He wouldn't let me escape, grabbing my hand and placing it back on his penis. I don't know when he had somehow pulled down his underwear, allowing me to directly touch his engorged member. Facing the pool, I couldn't see anything, only felt myself being tormented by his touch. I held his penis ; it was so hot. I traced the thick, hard shaft upwards, finding a soft ring around it . I'd heard that this was a man's most sensitive spot, so I curiously pinched it with my fingers, gently rubbing and circling it, moving it up and down . He wasn't idle either. One hand slipped inside my panties, tracing down my thighs to my vulva, rubbing inside and out. Occasionally, he would part my labia and deliberately touch my clitoris. His other hand rested on my breasts , teasing my already erect nipples. In the kitchen, rapid breathing filled the air. Suddenly, I felt something sticky on my fingers. His warm breath lingered in my ear as he said, "You little rascal, you've made your husband wet." I chuckled, and he pretended to be angry. "Don't laugh, you're the same, your pussy's constantly leaking." As he spoke, he slipped a finger inside me when I wasn't looking. I couldn't help but scream, unable to hold back any longer.

My body went limp in his arms.
Even though it was just a finger, it was quite a stimulation for me, a virgin.
"Not here, take it... take it out," I pleaded.
He didn't speak, kissing my neck and shoulders, his finger continuing to slide in and out,
trembling rhythmically as it went in.
"Husband, don't... don't do this..." I struggled weakly, only able to gasp for breath.
"Want it?" His hard penis pressed against my buttocks through my underwear, teasing me relentlessly.
"No... ah... ahh..." Some fluid kept gushing out from below, and I was gradually
losing control .
Suddenly, just as the passion was reaching its peak, the doorbell rang loudly, completely ignoring the timing. He immediately stopped what he was
doing , but still held me, the ringing persisting. He muttered, "Damn it, who is it?" before
reluctantly letting go of me and pulling up his pants.
I let out a long sigh and rushed to my room. Since I usually wear very little at home, I
generally stay in my bedroom watching TV or changing clothes before going out when someone comes over. I heard him open the door; it seemed to be
a friend who lives nearby. Perhaps they were going to chat for a while. I didn't want to go out, so I curled up on the bed and turned on
the TV .
Thinking about what had just happened, I still felt a little blushing and my heart was pounding. I lay on the pillow, trying to relax.
Last night, I gave myself to him in this very bed. It's hard to describe how I felt. I truly
love him. He's mature, strong, and considerate, treating me better than he treats himself. I can't find a reason to refuse him.
I'm not a conservative woman; I feel that if two people truly love each other, these things are natural. Isn't
true love just true love plus sex?
But having heard so many sad stories of women, I feel a vague fear. No one can guarantee they'll be
with the one they love forever. Forever is too far away, so far that no one dares to say it lightly. His life
is so different from mine. If it weren't for that chance encounter, perhaps we would have continued our separate
stories in two different worlds, never intersecting, never meeting. Is it really fate? I can only hope, God, that I won't be given
a man I'm destined to meet but not to be with—it's too cruel.
When I woke up in the morning, watching him sleep, breathing evenly, I lay on his chest listening to his
heartbeat, feeling so at ease. But how long can I stay in his life like this?
Thinking about it, my nose started to sting. Just then, a familiar arm encircled me, and a soft
voice called, "Wife." I turned my head, responding with a smile, but I couldn't hide the tears welling up in my eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing." I quickly wiped away my tears and put on a bright smile.
"Did I do something wrong and make you angry?" he asked anxiously.
"No, you're fine. I was just overthinking… Is he gone?"
"Yes. What were you thinking about? Tell me." He shifted his position, half-lying on the bed, and held
me against his chest.
"It's nothing...it's just..." I didn't want to say it, didn't want to ruin our happiness.
"Tell me what's wrong, don't worry about anything." He gently stroked my hair and
lightly .
"...I don't know how long we can be together." The words came out like a curse, and I finally
couldn't hold back my tears.
"I'll miss you so much..." I continued to sob, hugging him very tightly.
I felt him respond with an even stronger hug, softly calling me "silly girl."
He wiped away my tears, looked into my eyes, and said, word by word, "Shall we get married?"
I stood there, stunned, never expecting him to give me this answer.
He continued, "After you graduate, we'll get married, and then we'll never be apart, okay?"
Forever, he was saying forever.
I didn't know, I didn't know if I should believe it. I cried, not because I was sad, but because of
the helpless doubt I felt about reality.
Husband, how I wanted to believe you without reservation.
"Believe me!" He seemed to sense my unease and pulled me into his arms.
I felt his warmth, his scent, the suffocating tenderness in his strong arms.
"From last night onwards, you should have completely trusted me," he said, his tone almost commanding.
I closed my eyes, only able to feel his breath. "
You're mine, understand? I won't allow anyone to touch you except me." He held me tightly, as if we were inseparable. I nodded, and for the first time, I kissed his lips. God, if I'm wrong, please give me a chance to continue being wrong. He responded passionately, pulling me close to him. Perhaps because of the previous caresses, we quickly became intimate; his penis soon became erect, and I was wet. Our bodies intertwined, passionately kissing. He quickly pulled down his underwear, but only pulled my pants up to one side, just enough to reveal the opening of my vulva. He supported my waist and said, "Wife, come on, sit on me." I stole a glance at his penis, which was unceremoniously erect, almost level with his lower abdomen. It was the first time I had seen his erect penis so close, and my heart pounded even harder. "I...I don't know how..." I stammered. "It's okay, I'll teach you. Hold it." I tremblingly reached out and grabbed his penis. A warm sensation spread from my palm—his body temperature. "Aim there, yes, like that." Because his penis was almost touching my lower abdomen, I found it difficult to sit down, so I leaned forward and gently lifted it up, searching for the entrance. This position gave him the opportunity to kiss my breasts. He stuck out his tongue like a leech and sucked on my already engorged and erect nipples. I started , and my hands became completely disoriented. I couldn't penetrate even an inch after trying for a long time, and instead, my juices flowed everywhere, soaking my underwear. He didn't seem to be in a hurry; on the contrary, he seemed to enjoy my helplessness, saying, "Wife, you sound so good." I was hot all over, unbearably itchy, and could only look at him pleadingly. He immediately understood and guided me to grasp , while his other hand groped for my already wet vulva. "Wife, it's here, put it..."

"Put his little penis in, sit down." I did as he said, pinching his penis and inserting it into my vagina,
while slowly lowering my body. The throbbing pain returned, though not as intense as the previous two times.
Rather than the pain lessening, it was more like I had become accustomed to the pre-insertion pain.
I gritted my teeth, my face flushed red. He lovingly stroked my face and said, "Is it uncomfortable
? Let me do it, wife, relax." I nodded, supporting myself on his chest with my hands, panting heavily.
He held my waist with both hands, slowly moving down while lifting his hips, pushing me
up. "Husband...husband..." I frantically grabbed his shoulders, my vagina instantly becoming
incredibly full, seemingly accompanied by a surge of urination. His penis filled my entire vagina, burning
hot . Strangely, this time, the pain almost disappeared the moment he fully entered my body
, leaving only excitement and desire.
"Ah..." I couldn't help but let out a satisfied groan from deep in my throat.
He held my body, moving up and down, my tender hole, carrying the weight of my body, was
attacked . Each thrust was deep and heavy, and I was almost unable to balance myself, relying entirely on his strong
arms for support.
I looked down and saw my flesh hole swallowing his cock, my juices flowing down my vaginal opening,
wetting our pubic hair. I followed his rhythm, my cries rising higher and higher. Suddenly, that
strange feeling from before returned, like the urge to urinate, but also accompanied by an irresistible tremor.
"Ugh... Ahh... Husband... Husband..." I breathed rapidly, pressed tightly against his
chest . For some reason, I felt like a flood had burst its banks, and his penis was thrusting in and out more and more smoothly.
"Wife, you're so wet, so slippery, so comfortable!" He quickened his pace, fueled by the lubrication of my vaginal fluids. I
began to scream hysterically, my legs clenching tightly around his penis. The sensation rapidly
built up inside my vagina, and in an instant, it erupted uncontrollably. A violent
spasm as if something was gushing out, followed by waves of uncontrollable contractions. I almost
fainted, my mouth agape but no sound coming out. Everything stopped abruptly.
He stopped just in time, gently stroking my back, as if to soothe me. I felt weak all over,
my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest, a tingling numbness spreading through my body, utterly exhausted.
After a while , I caught my breath, looked up, and met his burning eyes.
"Wife, was the orgasm good?" "He asked with a smile. I bit my lip and didn't answer, turning my face away shyly
.
He didn't say anything more, but proved his words with his actions, starting a new round of attacks. This time
the movements were obviously much more intense. His breathing became heavier and heavier, and the force became more and more brutal. Every time, he
lifted me off the bed, thrusting into me until I moaned continuously, my heart begging for mercy. But I knew he was about to ejaculate, so I endured the dull pain in
my private parts and tried my best to cooperate with his movements.
"Wife, I'm going to ejaculate inside you." He panted, his nose emitting heavy breaths. After a while,
he let out a sudden low roar and finally shot all his hot semen into my body. My tender hole tightly wrapped around his
penis, the sticky semen swirling wildly inside.
We just held each other like that, neither of us wanting to move, neither of us saying a word. It wasn't until I felt his penis
gradually soften inside my vagina, and the semen mixed with my vaginal fluid slowly slipped out that we separated our bodies and
cleaned ourselves up.
"Wife, you were moaning so loudly just now. I was brought to my senses by your moans." He looked at me with a mischievous grin
.
"I...I didn't..." I pushed him away and deliberately turned around to lie down on the side.
He leaned in and hugged me from behind, whispering in my ear, "I like it. I didn't expect my wife to be so
amazing."
"You're so annoying." "I squirmed in his arms, trying to break free.
But he held me even tighter, and I just nestled in his arms like a kitten, no longer struggling.
I think I'm addicted—his embrace, his scent, his domineering nature, his tenderness, his love—
I can't give it up .
This man might be etched into my life for a long, long time…
My boyfriend and I's real experience, part three : oral sex.
Author: Roufeng Qianmo
Published: 2004/03/13 on: Erotic Coastline
We slept like this, embracing each other, until the glaring afternoon sunlight streamed through the curtains. I groggily
opened my eyes and found myself sticky, the room a bit stuffy. I tilted my head back and touched
his chin. He had been holding me like this the whole time. I nuzzled against his chest, feeling his gentle
breath, and felt warm all over.
After a while, my head started to spin and I felt sleepy again, but then I suddenly heard him softly call my name.
"Wife, wife." “
Mmm…” I answered sleepily.
“I’ll go out and buy you some medicine. You get up, take a shower, and go back to sleep.”
“Buy medicine?” I suddenly remembered that we hadn’t used a condom when we had sex, and he ejaculated inside me.
“Yeah, what if you get pregnant?”
“…Then I’ll go too.”
“It’s hot outside. You stay home and wait for me.”
“No.” I puffed out my cheeks and clung to him, refusing to let go. “Or you can’t go either.”
“Hehe, okay, okay, then we’ll take a shower together first, and then we’ll go out together.”
“Who’s going to shower with you?” I pushed him away playfully. “You big pervert.”
“Perfect match. You’re the little pervert. You were so wet down there. The neighbors could hear you moaning.” "
Ah...you..." I blushed and quickly covered his mouth with my hand, making him laugh out loud.
We snuggled together in bed for a while, and finally my husband gave in. He said that if we showered
together we wouldn't be able to leave the house. So, we went into the bathroom separately to clean ourselves up,
feeling much refreshed and wide awake.
He held my waist the whole way home. On such a hot day, people would definitely think we were crazy for being so close.
But there's a song by Karen Mok called "Love is Truly Great," maybe that's what it means. I remember that day,
we stood on a busy street, kissing without a care in the world, attracting stares from passersby.
After buying emergency contraception, we went to the supermarket and did a big shopping spree, carrying two huge bags full of snacks...
Back home. After taking my medicine, I snuggled on the sofa, dumping out all the snacks and wondering which one to eat first
. He was busy cutting watermelon, then saw me leaning on the coffee table,
looking around , and couldn't help but laugh.
"Wife, you're like a little kid." He came over, hugged my waist, and pulled me out of the snack pile
.
I protested, clutching a bag of dried squid, feigning pitifulness, "How could you
separate ?"
He laughed uncontrollably, giving me two big kisses on the cheek, saying, "Wife, you're so cute."
We wrestled on the sofa, and suddenly, I felt his penis getting hard again.
"Ah, you..." I quickly blushed and pushed him away, "It's happened so many times since last night."
"Never mind it, it's a physiological phenomenon." He let me sit on his lap, just holding me, without making any
excessive movements.
Only then did I feel safe leaning against him, enjoying his strong chest. We chatted,
laughed talked about everything. Somehow, the topic of pregnancy came up, and he asked, "What if I get pregnant?" I
shook my head helplessly. There was no other way; I'd have to abort. He immediately said, "No, aborting your first pregnancy is very harmful to your body.
Back then..."
Suddenly, the air in the room froze. He realized his slip of the tongue and fell silent. We
were both speechless.
This was the thorn in our side, like a thorn stuck in my heart.
He used to have a girl he truly loved, and they dated for several years. I don't
know , but he got her pregnant twice. I don't mind his extensive sexual experience, nor do I mind that his
ex-girlfriends could fill two mahjong tables, but I really find it hard to let go of the fact that she once had
his child.
He exhaled, shifted slightly, and said, "I'll go cook. You can watch TV for a while."
"Okay," I stood up, not wanting the awkward atmosphere to continue.
Watching him walk into the kitchen, my appetite vanished. A table full of snacks couldn't tempt me. Sigh…
it's all in the past, why dwell on it so much? I don't know what's wrong with me, why I'm
so bothered, even to the point that my brain cells automatically erased the memory. If he hadn't brought it up, I would never
have remembered it.
"You're just jealous," I suddenly remembered the words my best friend
blurted out .
Jealous? Why? Is being pregnant with an unwanted child and then forced to have an abortion something to be jealous of
? I don't think so; it's a nightmare! The only explanation I could come up with was that it was
his child. He was once infatuated with that woman, he made her endure
the greatest physical and psychological pain a woman can experience, he should feel guilty towards her, and she would remember this man for the rest of her life.
This thought almost drove me crazy. I didn't want to share him or his emotions with anyone in any way.
Perhaps , in some ways, my possessiveness was just as terrible as his.
Walking into the kitchen, I watched his back, reached out, and tightly encircled him from behind.
"Wife, what's wrong?"
I didn't speak, but simply rested my face against his broad back, letting his body heat slowly seep into my
skin .
He put down what he was doing, and as if time had stopped, we stood there, motionless,
leaning against each other.
"Wife, do you think I'm good enough?" After a long silence, he finally broke it.
"Yes."
"Do you regret being with me?"
"No regrets." I answered decisively.
I heard him take a deep breath, then turn around and pull me into his arms.
"I've never met a girl like you."
"You'll never meet anyone else who loves you like I do."
In the city, night fell, and countless stories were quietly unfolding.
After dinner, my mood had mostly recovered. I'm an emotional person by nature; things come and go
quickly. If I say I don't remember something, I'll immediately forget it. After washing up, we leaned back on the sofa, watching an incredibly
boring Hong Kong movie. He put his hand around my shoulder, occasionally twirling a strand of hair in a loop. As the saying goes,
food and sex are human nature; after a satisfying meal, our minds weren't on the TV.
Sure enough, after a while, his hand moved down, seemingly casually brushing against
my chest. I leaned on his shoulder, pretending to be engrossed in the TV. Seeing that I didn't react, he suddenly
yanked up my tank top, revealing my breasts in the dim light.
I gasped and quickly pulled my clothes back up; I really hadn't expected him to do that.
"You bad boy," I said, biting my lip as I looked at his wicked grin.
"I thought my wife was engrossed in the TV."
"But you can't..."
"Can't what? If I can't, who can..." He wrapped his hands around my waist and placed them on my full
buttocks.
"You're so annoying." I felt the heat of his hands, which were now restlessly wandering around.
"Still bothering me?" He gently nibbled at my earlobe, rubbing his already erect penis against my
pubic bone .
My cheeks flushed slightly, and my heart pounded faster. He kissed my lips, cheeks, breasts, and abdomen,
but each kiss was fleeting, leaving me unable to scream or escape. I could only writhe
restlessly letting out soft, uncontrollable moans. Perhaps aroused by my reaction
, I saw the desire in his eyes, a burning lust swelling within him. He wanted me.
Sure enough, he impatiently pulled down my panties, took out his penis, and pressed it against
the entrance of . I groaned softly, closing my eyes and awaiting his penetration.
Strangely, he didn't seem inclined to enter immediately, lingering at the entrance, merely rubbing the head of his penis
against my labia and the slightly trembling clitoris. Soon, I felt a wetness below,
as if a thousand ants were crawling inside my vagina, an unbearable itch. My moans almost turned into sobs; the emptiness inside me
was indescribable. I wanted him.
"No, honey, wait a minute." He suddenly climbed off me and walked towards the room. When he came out, I...
Seeing the thin layer of something covering his penis, I finally understood. He climbed onto my
body , his weight and heat making me let out a satisfied sigh. I hugged him, slightly opening
my legs, and without hesitation, he thrust in. My vagina was already overflowing with lustful fluids, but perhaps because it
was only recently deflowered, it was still a little awkward going in. I frowned, gritting my teeth and enduring it.
As soon as my vagina swallowed his glans, I felt an intense burning sensation. With the slightest movement from him, this burning
sensation spread to every part of my body. Pain! So much pain! It was even worse than the night I was deflowered, several times worse!
Besides the pain, I couldn't feel anything else. I opened my eyes, looking at him in a panic. He seemed
to notice something on my face and asked urgently, "Wife, what's wrong? You look terrible."
"It hurts so much..." I answered him almost in tears.
"How could this happen?" He stopped thrusting, looked down at our joined parts, and slowly
moved a couple of times.
"Ah...no...husband, it really hurts..." I screamed, this time the pain was so real that tears streamed down
my face.
He was terrified and quickly comforted me, "Wife, bear with it, I'll take it out first."
I nodded in agreement, grabbing his shoulders until several red marks appeared, before he finally withdrew from my
body . The burning sensation in my vagina lessened considerably, but I was still shaken. He brought his head close to my crotch, using
his fingers to pry open my tightly closed vagina, examining it carefully. After a while, he reached down and removed the condom,
saying, "I see, it's all because of this stuff. Your hymen just broke, there's still a wound inside, and the oil from this stuff
got inside, that's why it hurt so much."
I sighed, not knowing what to do in this situation. Seeing him remove the condom, I thought
it would continue like this, but instead, he just sat on the sofa, helped me up, and I looked at him in confusion. He
gently wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes and said, "It's my fault, I hurt you. Let's rest for a few days, until it feels better
inside ."
"But..." I looked down at his penis, still proudly erect, showing no sign of giving up.
"It's alright, just bear with it." He patted my head. "I can't ignore you."
My heart warmed, and I lowered my head, remaining silent. Perhaps it was gratitude for his tenderness, perhaps it was heartache for his
patience , or perhaps it was the blatant visual stimulation. In any case, almost unconsciously, I reached out and grasped
his burning penis. "Wife?" His body trembled slightly as he looked at me in surprise.
I cradled his testicles in one hand and placed the other on his smooth, soft glans,
gently rubbing and circling it with two fingers. Simultaneously, my other hand slowly moved from his testicles to his swollen shaft, carefully stroking it
up and down . He didn't ask any more questions; I only heard his increasingly heavy breathing and soft murmurs, "
Wife...wife..."
Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of satisfaction welled up inside me. Although he hadn't entered my body,
or even touched any sensitive organs, I felt a pleasure
coursing through my limbs. My cheeks burned, and in a daze of passion, I bent down and took his glans into my mouth.
"Ah..." he groaned softly, seemingly in ecstasy. At the same time, I felt a salty
, wet sensation in my mouth—his semen. I was instantly encouraged, teasing the indentation at the tip of his penis with my tongue, licking the
sensitive glans. No one had ever taught me, and I had never done anything like this before; I was simply doing my best to make
the man I loved feel good. Perhaps, to some extent, satisfying a man is a woman's gift.
But it was my first time, and my movements were clumsy. My teeth might have occasionally scraped his penis, and
I couldn't get any further in. I'd barely swallowed half before my throat tightened. So,
I used both hands to stroke the remaining part of his shaft, occasionally letting my tongue, like a water snake, coil from the base to the urethral opening
. Gradually, I felt his intense reaction. I quickly enveloped his penis tightly with the walls of my mouth, rapidly
swallowing and spitting, my hands gently squeezing his testicles.
I watched his thick, engorged penis go in and out of my mouth,
glistening In the moist, narrow space, my tongue moved nimbly, stimulating his most tender parts, arousing
his impending desire.
Suddenly, he reached out and pressed down on my head, seemingly wanting his penis to go in deeper, but he didn't dare to use too much
force . I understood, and I opened my mouth wide, trying my best to push it in. Suddenly, he growled, "
Wife, I'm going to cum." Before I could react, I felt several strong streams of heat hit the back of my
throat . His penis throbbed slightly in my mouth a few times, then fell silent. It was the first time I had made him
cum with my mouth.
With my mouth full of semen, I looked up and saw his chest heaving violently. What should I do next? My
mind went blank. He quickly sat up, brought a cup to my face, held my chin, and
said , "Spit it out, don't swallow it." I did as he said, watching the sticky white liquid
drip down my lips. Good heavens, there was so much.
After cleaning up for a while, he pulled me into his arms, gave me an infinitely tender kiss, and asked, "Don't you
feel disgusted?"
"I haven't thought about it," I shook my head.
"Why?"
I stroked his sharply defined chin and said slowly, "Because I love you."
"Wife..." He buried his face in his chest, almost suffocating me.
"I love you too." His magnetic voice lingered in my ear. I couldn't think, only enjoy his
almost rough embrace.
Through the window, I saw a bright, clear moon in the sky. They say a full moon signifies family reunion. My love, tell me, how much time do we have left? On the television , my favorite song played.
Listening to it, my heart
shattered like glass. I should be happy, so why am I so heartbroken?
My boyfriend's real experience, part four: Intrusion
********** ... For a whole month, we were inseparable. Every day, besides eating, sleeping, and playing, we spent...

We made love passionately. I loved his throbbing and thrusting inside me, hearing his final satisfied growl, especially
the moment his hot, hard penis entered my vagina—it was an indescribable, soul-stirring pleasure.
He said that sexual harmony affects the relationship between two people, and I think I can understand that a little better now. Making love
, making love, only with love can you get the most pleasurable enjoyment. After each passionate encounter, I found myself increasingly
inseparable from him, savoring his intense desire before, and the tenderness with which he held me in his arms, unwilling to let go. He loved
me, and that was enough for me.
He had always lived alone. In the month we spent together, only his cousin
Hai Zi, would occasionally visit. I laughed at him for being stingy, but he retorted seriously, "Knowing you were coming, I
told those random friends not to bother me unless it's important. Otherwise, where would we find so much time for just the two of us
?" I couldn't win the argument, but I was secretly delighted.
That evening after dinner, Hai Zi came over again, beaming and seemingly in high spirits. I greeted him
and went back to my room to watch TV on my bed. I could vaguely hear their conversation, wondering if they would mention
me. Driven by curiosity, I turned off the TV and listened intently.
"Damn, that woman is amazing! It took me a month to get her, but it was totally worth it!" It was
Hai Zi's voice, excitedly chattering away. I pursed my lips; I hadn't expected this kind of topic.
"How was it, kid? Did you enjoy it?"
"Haha, so-so. She always looks slutty, but she's even more of a slut in bed. She'll do anything."
"Tell me, tell me, look at you."
"Hehe, you know what? She doesn't have much hair down there. It was so good when we were doing it. I could see
everything so wet, and she moaned so lewdly. When I put it in, her expression
was like she hadn't been fucked in centuries. In the end, I made her swallow it all. It's just that her breasts aren't big. When she lies flat, she's like an airport runway. Sigh, that's
the only downside .
" "You're lucky you even have a cunt to fuck.
You're being picky." "Damn it, am I that bad?... But compared to you, I'm a bit... better. Hey, how about you?"
"How about what?" "
Stop playing dumb. The one in your room? You hide her every day, afraid to show her to anyone."
Hearing them mention me, my heart skipped a beat. The previous conversation was so explicit. I wondered
what they would say about me next.
"It's just like that, sex, what else?"
"Tsk, boobs, ass, tell me about it."
"A woman, with a front and a back, what's there to say?"
There was a sudden silence in the living room. I leaned forward and continued to try to eavesdrop.
"Boss, are you serious?" Hai Zi's voice seemed to have lost its previous playfulness. "
We brothers used to talk endlessly about the women we'd slept with, but this time you're keeping your mouth shut. You can't bear to part with her? Don't tell me you
want to marry her."
"She's a good girl. What's wrong with marrying her?"
"She is good, but you're not young anymore, and she's still a girl. What does such a young thing know about
marriage ? She likes you now, but what about later? Girls her age change their minds easily. I'm afraid you
'll waste your time and lose your wife."
"We'll talk about the future later."
"Brother, think it through. She can't be with you every day now. In a few days, she'll have to go back to school
. It's a long way off. How will you know what she's doing? Even if she doesn't do anything to betray you
, are you worried about her being all alone out there? You'll be worried sick every day. Besides, are you really going to
remain chaste Damn it."
Hearing this, I turned up the TV volume, deliberately drowning out his reply.
Everyone knows that reality is insurmountable. Since we can't create miracles, escape might be the only
way to be happy.
As for his words, "Let's get married," while I was touched, I could only treat them
as a poison . The future was uncertain, but at least we were together now, weren't we?
They talked for a long time afterward, but I lost interest in what they were saying. About an hour later,
he came in and said, "Honey, Hai Zi has plans with friends tonight. He asked if we wanted to go. We
're not doing so why don't we go together?" Good idea. Maybe fresh air would be good for my confused mind. I
quickly agreed, changed my clothes, and went out with them. Along the way, Hai Zi kept grinning at me mischievously and calling me "sister
-in-law , making me feel incredibly awkward.
Later, I learned that the so-called evening activities were just a group of grown men drinking at a friend's pub
.
A greasy, overweight man sat opposite me, discussing the historical
issues His chin jiggled from time to time, and his laughter was like waves rippling across the water.
The beer bottles on the floor next to him were already more than half empty.
Beside the lake, a heavily made-up woman quietly drank her wine, occasionally leaning over to offer her opinion,
her right hand constantly resting on the lake's inner thigh. I suddenly regretted my decision to come out for a walk.
I glanced at him beside me, chatting idly with his friends.
Perhaps this is how men entertain themselves, I thought. He's been with me for a month;
it's good he can go out and have some fun, otherwise his friends would think he'd vanished. Bored, I
drank glass after glass of juice. The result of guzzling so much liquid was—constant trips to the toilet.
The pub's lights were probably for cats. After several attempts, I finally found the women's restroom door with relative
ease . Outside, the music was deafening, and people were noisy; perhaps the restroom was relatively quieter,
at least without the pungent smell of smoke. I stood in front of the sink, fixing my hair, when suddenly, the door was flung open with
a —or rather, it was slammed open by some enormous body. At the same time, a wave of alcohol fumes
hit me—it was that fat man.
His eyes were half-open, his hands braced on the doorknob to keep from falling to the ground, his face flushed
red. How did he end up in the women's restroom? Looking at his dazed appearance, I figured he was completely drunk
. I didn't remember his name, but he was a friend of mine, so I went over and tried to help him up,
saying, "You've got the wrong place. Go outside, someone might come."
He looked up, seemingly trying to make out my face, and after a long pause, he mumbled, "Oh... I'm sorry..."
"I can't get up ... Hehe, little sister, don't mind me, hiccup..." I forced myself to stand up, enduring the pungent smell of alcohol.
Actually, he probably got up on his own; with his size, I really couldn't do it.
"Should I go call them?" I said, preparing to open the door and go out.
"Hiccup... Hmm... Okay... Who should I call?" He suddenly grabbed my arm from behind,
a . I was terrified, but couldn't dodge in time, and a mouthful of vomit sprayed all over my neck. The sour
, foul smell hit my nostrils, and I felt nauseous, almost throwing up myself. I immediately shook off his hand in disgust and went to
the sink , bending down to try and clean the grime from my shirt. Little did I know that as I pulled at my collar,
I was revealing most of my underwear in the mirror.
Looking back, perhaps it all started from that moment.
Actually, it's quite difficult for me to recall this now. It's not that I'm deliberately avoiding it or finding it hard to talk about;
it's just that it's been selectively forgotten in my mind for a long time. Now, thinking about it, it all seems to have happened
too fast, too unbelievable.
I only remember him holding me and slamming me against the wall. I never knew a drunk man
could have such strength. That slam left me speechless for a long time.
When I could finally speak, he had me tightly clamped down on my mouth, almost suffocating me, and that's when I experienced real... A genuine
fear gripped me.
He pressed me down, stiff as a board against the wall, roughly squeezing my breasts. I struggled desperately, but his
weight and brute force rendered me immobile. All my screams were choked back, and I could only
tremble beneath him, tears welling up instantly, my mind blank.
It wasn't me! How could it be me! This couldn't be! My man is out there laughing and joking with others;
how being violated here by his friend?! I sobbed, desperately hoping it was all just my imagination, a...
Nightmare! Someone save me! Let me wake up!
He grabbed my chin, brought his mouth close, and bit my lip, his breath reeking of stench. I kicked him, I scratched him, but
all my efforts were in vain. At that moment, I was like a lamb to the slaughter,
unable to do anything but cry and tremble. He wasn't satisfied. One hand slipped inside my shirt, lifted my bra, and
began to shamelessly grope my breasts. The hairs on my back stood on end. In a daze,
I remembered what my boyfriend had once said:
"You are mine, understand? I won't allow anyone to touch you except me." "
I wished I could die right then and there.
He roughly squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples hard, as if he were
playing . I couldn't breathe, I couldn't scream, the sweat from my struggles soaked my clothes. His movements became more and more violent,
I could hear his breathing, like a wild beast panting in my ear. A fat, greasy hand lifted my skirt, slid
up my thigh, and stopped at my pubic bone. Through my sweat-soaked underwear, he wiped it hard, and
all the hairs on my body stood on end.
Husband…
I used all my strength to try to stop him, but all I got was an even rougher attack. He tore at my
underwear, forcefully spread my legs with one foot, and groped and rubbed my vulva. I screamed almost in despair
, his mouth tightly covering my lips, not letting me make a sound; while his fingers began to awkwardly
enter and exit my vagina.
I trembled, trying to stand on tiptoe to avoid his hands, but he grabbed me and grabbed me." He pressed down, attacking from both above and below.
The finger already inside me stirred wildly, while his palm tugged at my clitoris along my pubic bone.
Someone help me! Why isn't anyone coming in? Anyone, please save me… Husband… Husband…
Tears streamed down my face. Pain and humiliation were the only things I could feel. I had almost lost
my last of strength. In my weak, feeble breath, I realized he was aiming his ugly penis at my vagina. My eyes widened, and I
screamed internally, "No! Don't come in!" Perhaps because he had been holding back for so long, or perhaps
the stimulation had made him lose his senses, he suddenly released his mouth and began to breathe heavily beside me.
The scream in my throat finally erupted, and I began to scream shrilly. I don't remember
what , how much time had passed, or whether he had actually penetrated me. I only
know that he suddenly pulled away from me, and I lost my balance and slid down the wall… I landed on the ground and curled up desperately against
the wall .
Everything around me seemed irrelevant. I closed my eyes, buried my head in my trembling arms, and
shut out all sound.
Suddenly, a pair of hands gripped my shoulders again. I immediately reacted like a startled deer, screaming, dodging, kicking, and
pleading incoherently, "No, don't come any closer, please, don't..." The hands gripped me
painfully, but they also brought me to my senses. Through my blurry vision, I saw a face contorted with rage
, pale, with eyes filled with a heart-wrenching pain. I stood there, stunned, for a long time
before finally managing to squeeze out two words: "Husband."
This cry made me burst into tears, and I felt utterly ashamed. I wanted to throw myself into his arms, but I didn't dare. I didn't
know if it was the filth on my body or the depravity in my heart, but I could only look at him, tears streaming down my face.
He staggered to his feet, took off his only shirt, and wrapped it around his neck... He held onto my body, I didn't want him
to see me in such a wretched state. Biting my lip, I hid in the corner, sobbing uncontrollably, covered in a sour smell, my hair disheveled
. Don't look at me, please don't look at me!
I didn't have the courage to face anyone's gaze, hiding my face behind my curled-up legs. I could only hear some
dull thuds, someone groaning, someone yelling, something breaking, something spilling everywhere...
After that, I really didn't remember much.
That night, the only thing I could firmly remember was his bloodshot eyes and
the tears I had never seen before.
My boyfriend and I's real experience, part five: coming together and parting.
I woke up early in the morning, struggling to open my eyes. For a few seconds, I really thought last night was just a dream. It wasn't
until I saw him beside me, still awake all night, his eyes bloodshot, that I realized it had all really happened.
I vaguely felt an itch on my back and reached out to scratch it, but he grabbed my hand and said, "Don't scratch,
you'll hurt yourself." I was stunned for a moment, glancing at the back of his hand, which was covered in scrapes and cuts. He was the one who had hurt me last night.
I took a shower, and the wounds, soaked in water for so long, were red and swollen. I touched the dried blood,
and a tear fell onto it.
"Don't cry, you've been crying all night, I..." He didn't finish, his hand trembling slightly as he held mine.
Actually, I didn't want to cry. I didn't even realize the tears were flowing; my mind was a jumbled mess.
I looked up and saw his stubble-covered chin. For a moment, I racked my brains, unable to think of anything to say.
Maybe I should forget it all, from the beginning until now. I traveled thousands of miles to find you, not for this
ending.
"Actually... it's nothing... you don't..." I actually tried to comfort him.
"What do you mean 'nothing'?!" He suddenly became agitated, violently shaking off my hand. The ashtray beside the bed was
knocked to the floor with a loud crash, followed by an eerie silence in the room.
He was yelling at me. He had never yelled at me before. Why was he yelling at me now?! I looked at
the cigarette butts scattered on the ground, met his bewildered gaze, and felt a sharp pain in my heart. I burst into tears, turning
to run away. He panicked and quickly grabbed me, stammering, "No, I didn't mean that
... I didn't mean to... I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
I couldn't hear anything he said. I pushed him away, dodged him like a madwoman. My eyes were swollen, my voice hoarse.
I didn't know if it was to vent the pain of last night or to punish his anger. I knew all too well that at this moment,
tears were the greatest torment for him, yet I stubbornly wailed. He didn't say a word, just
held me tightly until I was exhausted and weary, finally collapsing weakly into his arms, sobbing softly.
"Why did you yell at me... why..." I murmured absentmindedly.
“No…you don’t understand,” his voice was filled with pain, “…I’m fucking right outside…
right outside…”
He couldn’t finish his sentence, one arm tightly around me, the other stroking my head repeatedly,
as if trying to soothe me, but even he couldn’t calm down. I could hear his heavy, chaotic breathing.
“I’m leaving.” I don’t know what came over me, but I, the damned person, blurted out those
words .
He trembled, taking a deep breath, “Four more days…”
“I’ll be leaving in four days, will you remember me?”
“I will…I will…Idiot, don’t say it…” He buried his head in the back of my neck, not letting me
see his expression.
Tears slid down my nose to my lips, a bitter taste spreading from my chest to my throat, so painful.
Did everything that happened yesterday foreshadow that we would eventually leave? God wouldn’t have any mercy, there would be no miracles, right?
My hands went around his waist and up to his shoulders, feeling his skin inch by inch, my nostrils filled with his
scent.
Time, please stop.
That day, we didn't say anything more. He made me breakfast and lunch, and watched me eat it all, bite by
bite When I lowered my head to drink the soup, he gently brushed my long hair behind my ear and caressed my
cheek.
"Why aren't you eating?" I lowered my head even further, afraid he would see my reddened eyes.
"I'm not hungry, you eat first."
"Honey..."
"Hmm, what?"
"Don't be like this, okay? I'm fine now."
"Don't worry about me, you're the one who's worrying now."
"But how can I feel good if you're not happy... I haven't seen you smile all day."
"Give me some time, how can I possibly smile now..."
"How long?"
"I don't know... You don't understand, I'm a man." He withdrew his hand, his eyes filled
with heartache .
Perhaps I truly don't understand... This morning, while showering, I saw an almost unrecognizable version
of myself in the mirror. My eyes were swollen and red, almost unable to open, there were several shallow marks on my breasts, and my back was covered in
bruises , with red spots still visible where blood had seeped. I looked at myself, unable to understand how I could be so indifferent, as if
I were looking at someone else's body.
I turned on the tap, and icy water poured from my head to my feet, making me shiver. I hadn't expected the July
air to be so cold. I patiently washed my skin, unconsciously repeating the same
actions, until he came in, snatched the cotton balls from my hand, and I noticed that
the areas in a pale red, and his eyes were red too.
In my memory, the end of July seemed to be all red.
In the afternoon, Hai Zi came, bringing the things we had left in the pub yesterday. He asked if I was alright.
Because he was his friend, I felt somewhat responsible, something I hadn't considered. But
I knew he must have seen how disheveled I looked yesterday, making the atmosphere very awkward. So I went back to my room and stayed quietly by myself.
“Brother, Fatty’s mom called me this morning, asking what happened. I told her everything, and she
didn’t say anything.”
“What else do you want to say? Do you want me to go over and pay for the medical bills?”
“That’s not what I meant. Her son was fine when he went out last night, but he came back lying in the hospital. It’s normal for a mother
to ask … He was drunk…”
“Damn it! A few bottles of cat pee and he’s acting like this?! I don’t believe he doesn’t know what he’s
doing ?!”
“You’ve already hit him, you’ve vented your anger. If it weren’t for the few of us holding him back yesterday, he probably wouldn’t
be lying . I think you should…”
“Hai Zi, he’s your friend… but you better not let me see that bastard again! I won’t give
you any guarantees now, you know my temper!”
“…I understand… I can tell that this girl is pretty good, but… to be
honest she’s too young and too kind. Is she really suitable?”
No one answered. The conversation in the living room seemed to have ended, or they deliberately lowered their voices so I wouldn’t
hear . I couldn't help but look around the room I'd spent a month in, staring at the double bed, soaked with desire and sweat.
For a fleeting moment, I realized I could never be that innocent, naive little girl again.
I thought, I won't regret it, and that's enough.
Later, the impact of this incident gradually faded with daily intimacy. At least I wasn't actually penetrated by
that ; that was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune. For me, that was a relatively good chance of recovery.
It's back. But I can still occasionally sense his evasiveness in his words. Most obviously, aside from hugs and
kisses, he no longer touches me.
This question keeps swirling in my mind: Why? Could it be… he's disgusted with me?
I can't understand, I really can't. If he's disgusted with me because of what happened that day, where does he place my feelings
? Every time I want to ask, I hesitate, because in other ways, he's still so attentive, still holding me and lulling me to sleep
every night. I just can't bring myself to ask. But why, why does he just
not want me anymore?
The nights become unbearable, especially with my departure imminent.
On my last night, I drifted into a hazy dream, desperately trying not to think about the beginnings, the
endings, the joys and tears. I don't know if this farewell means the end of the story.
Until the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up.
I found his face inches away from mine. It was too dark to see his expression, but I could feel
his warm breath lingering on my brow. One hand was on my waist, and he seemed to be staring at me intently.
"Husband?"
"I'm here."
"What's wrong?"
He seemed to suddenly lose all his strength, collapsing against me, burying his head in my neck, breathing deeply
. The hand that was on my waist slid inside my vest, gently touching the edge of my breast, and he asked me,
"Wife... shall we do it?"
I was stunned. "...Why are you asking?...Why did you..."
He seemed unable to restrain himself any longer. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me off the pillow.
He always did this before when we made love, because he was moving too much and wanted to keep me as far away from the headboard as possible. Before I
could react, he ripped off my vest in a few quick movements, pressed himself against me, and said, "...I
thought you'd be disgusted...so..."
Oh my god...you big idiot, I cursed inwardly, he watches too many dramas.
I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, found his lips by feel, and gave him a passionate
kiss, as if to answer his question. He immediately understood, returning the kiss fiercely, our tongues
intertwining . In the darkness, he fumbled to remove our underwear,
and finally, we were naked and entwined together.
Perhaps it was the abstinence of several days, or the thought of the distant future, but at this moment, we were both
desperately taking from each other's bodies. His hands, like ghosts, explored me—shoulders, collarbone,
chest, navel, vulva—no part of me escaped his kneading and caressing. Before long, I began to moan and
gasp , my erect nipples becoming increasingly sensitive, my consciousness slowly fading, only the area between my legs clearly feeling
waves of tingling. His lips, after tracing my entire body, actually slid towards the entrance of my already dripping wet vulva.
I let out a soft cry, instinctively squeezing my legs together, repeatedly saying, "No, it's dirty..."
He didn't allow me to resist, almost forcibly spreading my legs. In the chaos, I suddenly felt something soft
and warm press against my private parts. I groaned, and could only slump there helplessly.
My vagina was skillfully stretched open, and that thing plunged in, neither too deep nor too shallow,
rotating nimbly like a water snake. My engorged clitoris was occasionally sucked and teased, making me unbearable. Waves
of heat gushed from my vagina, and my labia seemed to open even without his fingers.
The slight swelling sensation made me almost faint from pleasure.
My body burned like fire, and I felt extremely empty. "Husband, I want it, come in quickly."
I don't know if I actually said those words. At that moment, my brain and language were out of control
. The only thing I could do was utter meaningless murmurs in response to his movements.
I craved his penis, so I twisted my waist and called out urgently, wanting our symmetrical parts
to join . He immediately understood, pressing his hard penis against my honey hole, holding my body with both hands. I
spread my legs as wide as possible, raised my buttocks, and nestled weakly in his arms, anticipating that most blissful moment.
He placed my legs on his shoulders, lowering my body downwards, while simultaneously thrusting forward. With a "
plop, " my wet, slippery vagina, aided by its own fluids, enveloped his thick, engorged penis. Two satisfied sighs
filled the room, and I couldn't help but tremble. An uncontrollable contraction gripped his
penis tightly.
He didn't move again, breathing heavily, before slowly beginning to thrust. I
closed my eyes , feeling this man's primal power. He thrust and ravaged my body, frantically possessing
everything, his hands also reaching for my breasts, squeezing my soft breasts into various shapes. I could feel my
already erect nipples throbbing and trembling in his palms. We embraced, moving back and forth, both of us
burning like fire.
That night, we made love to our hearts' content, wanting to become one with each other. Sweating profusely, my lust
surging, I caught a glimpse of his face in the moonlight. His penis was still throbbing violently inside me. His face
, sometimes blurry, sometimes clear, appeared before me. I suppressed the waves of pleasure surging through my vagina, trying to etch those
features into my heart forever.
Husband, don't let me forget you…
…So hot…so hot down there…it feels like I'm melting inside…
Reason drifted further and further away from my body; all my senses were drawn to the overflowing organ between my legs
. In the throes of orgasm, the rapid contractions of my vagina caused him to ejaculate prematurely. This was our most perfect lovemaking,
both of us reaching our peak simultaneously.
I stroked his strong back, greedily inhaling his scent.
How ? Would he no longer belong to me when I woke up? After extreme pleasure comes extreme pain; who could bear it? I
truly wished I would never wake up, that we could just stay like this forever, okay?
Alas, as the ancients said, parting is always bitter and fleeting.
I let out a dejected sigh, a feeling of resignation welling up inside me.
[05-17] My boyfriend and I's real experience, Part Six
: Epilogue. Our time together was almost over, with less than 24 hours left. That morning, I could read
the expression on his face, but I couldn't find the words to describe his feelings.

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