My sexual experiences

My Sexual Experiences
(Part 1) My First Night
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Now, I still regret that I gave my first night to a prostitute.
Because I studied marketing, after graduation, I joined the sales department of a joint venture company in August 1999.
My initial task was to conduct market research. One of my stops was Guangzhou. Every night, prostitutes would
call my hotel room. At first, I didn't feel anything, but after a while, I started to feel a little aroused.
However, it wasn't convenient to be with my colleagues. One prostitute gave me her room number when she called, and I secretly remembered it
.
One night, the weather was hot and humid. I took several showers but was still sweating profusely. My colleagues went to sleep before midnight
. I was watching TV out of boredom, but I felt a burning desire inside me that wouldn't go away. I took a shower
and indulged myself. When I came back and lay in bed, I felt that the fire was burning even brighter, while my colleagues were sleeping
soundly. In a moment of impulsiveness, I took the plunge and called that room. My voice trembling as I negotiated the price,
I quietly closed the door and headed straight for the room.
When I entered, she was watching TV. Honestly, I was disappointed. She wasn't tall, and looked to be around
30. I asked her how old she was, and she stammered that she was 26. But age and appearance didn't
matter to me anymore. All I was thinking about was becoming a man, but I didn't feel any sense of sacredness.
I quickly stripped naked and sat on her bed. She slowly undressed too. I was shocked; her figure wasn't good at all,
her breasts were small. She pushed me onto the bed, made me lean against the pillows, and started to give me oral sex. I had probably just ejaculated, and
some semen seeped from my genitals again. She looked at it, probably thinking I had some kind of disease, and pulled a condom from her bag
and put it on me. Strangely, I was surprisingly calm then, and I didn't get an erection. After all, it was my first time, and I
was still a little nervous. She performed oral sex for less than a minute, and it was basically erect, but not quite at its peak. Then she sat on
top of me; I now know this is what's called the "Guanyin sitting on a lotus." For someone as inexperienced as me, how could I withstand such stimulation
? I probably surrendered in less than a minute. Thinking back, the orgasm wasn't as intense as the feeling of masturbation
, but I remember that warm feeling.
I went to the bathroom for a quick rinse, and surprisingly, it still showed no signs of softening. Why not
go for it again? The second time was better; I tried several positions, but it definitely didn't last more than five minutes.
(Details omitted)
. After resting for a bit, I paid and left.
Back home, watching TV and thinking about the experience, it rose again, and I masturbated once more.
My virginity was gone just like that.
All I remember is that warm feeling.
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(II) My Extramarital Affair
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First, let me clarify that I call it an extramarital affair rather than extramarital sex because I genuinely had feelings involved, while sex
was minimal.
I met this woman in a 163 chat room. I was 28 and she was 29. We
started by chatting casually. We lived in the same city, but about 100 kilometers apart. We
didn't contact each other for a long time after we went offline. Then one day, she sent me a message, very simple, just two words: "Hello."
So, for the next few months, we started chatting via text message. What attracted me was her voice. Her
husband treated her very badly, and sometimes she would cry to me on the phone. When she was home alone at night, I
would even hide in the bathroom to call and comfort her to sleep.
We agreed never to meet.
Those months were exhausting, I was terrified that my wife would find out something. But I really couldn't live
without her voice.
Gradually, we started talking about sex. She said she never knew what an orgasm felt like, and her husband always
satisfied himself, regardless of her feelings. My wife and I had always had a harmonious sex life, so I told her my
story with my wife. After listening, she said, "I want to give you one." I said, "No, I won't meet you."
But one time, she finally came. I had no reason not to see her.
I regretted seeing her.
In the evening, we walked and chatted in the seaside park. Slowly, the initial tension of our meeting faded,
but neither of us touched the other. Suddenly, she said, "Take my hand." Before I could react, she grabbed
my hand. She said, "Let's sit on the bench over there."
After sitting down, we were very close. I could feel her warm breath. She slowly said, "Kiss
me." I had told her before how much my wife loved my kisses. She said her husband never kissed her, and she didn't
know what kissing felt like. At first, I didn't move, not because I didn't want to, but because I wasn't ready. With her
insistence (and it really was, believe me), our lips met.
I believed it now—how inconsiderate her husband was of her feelings.
The moment my tongue touched her mouth, she trembled all over, her body went limp, and she made a soft "woo-woo"
sound. It turned out she was also a sensitive woman, and her husband couldn't give her this feeling.
Slowly, I lost control. One arm encircled her neck, while the other began
to explore her body. Because it was summer, she was dressed lightly. I could feel her warmth and moisture. I
kissed her neck and earlobes. She cried out loudly, but thankfully, the area was secluded and late, so
no one was around.
She was incredibly excited, her body feeling like it was falling apart, letting me caress and kiss her. I took her hand and
placed it below me, letting her feel my hardness. Slowly, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis for her to touch. She was amazed
by its size and hardness… (details omitted).
Finally, I ejaculated in her mouth.
Strangely, after that, when we contacted each other again, the relaxed feeling we had before meeting in person was gone.
Now, we only occasionally meet and chat on MSN.
That was our only meeting.
I still remember her voice.
I will always remember it.
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(III) My Extramarital Affair—The Beautiful Capital
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December 2004.
Beijing, the capital.
It was late at night. In the 163 chat room, a username "Midnight Ghost" caught my attention. The username
didn't specify gender, but my intuition told me she was a woman.
When chatting with women, I usually start with their names. Women who go online late at night are generally
women without company, and men, too, have shed their pretenses. To attract their attention, it's not about simple, polite
"hello" and "good evening" or blatant "want to talk about sex?" or "want to have sex?"
(The chat process is omitted here). When I logged off in the early morning, I left my phone number.
Text messages were the beginning of our true understanding of each other. A phone call took our relationship a step further.
She told me she was from Shanxi, unmarried, and had been in a relationship with a man in Beijing for several years, only
to discover he was married. He had cheated on her. She resolutely left him.
Before and even after meeting him, I still didn't know his age.
Sex truly began with a text message. Strictly speaking, it was a rather covert affair.
In the text, she asked me which flower I liked, one of the options being chrysanthemum. Honestly,
I know nothing about flowers and don't particularly like any particular type, but I do like chrysanthemum tea, so I
chose it without hesitation. She told me I was a man who liked to have affairs. I replied, "Then which one do you like
?" After a long pause, she said, "The same as you."
I knew something was about to happen between us.
She told me she liked jelly and chocolate, so one time when I returned to Beijing, I bought
a lot of jelly and chocolate, and took a taxi to her place as soon as I got off the plane. She lived in Chaoyang. I arrived in less than half an hour
.
When I saw her, I could tell she was around 32 years old. She was very tall, about 175 cm
, with long hair, wearing a long trench coat, and had a great figure. We sat in her room for a while,
then it got dark, and it was time for dinner. Dinner was at the buffet restaurant of the Lido Hotel near her place. We
chatted happily, like two long-lost friends. After dinner, it was still early, so she suggested we go dancing.
I knew she could dance Latin and had even practiced yoga. But I, being rather clumsy, knew absolutely nothing about it. Finally, we
agreed to go see a movie. That day, we saw "Kung Fu Hustle." From the moment we entered the theater, we held hands. We
didn't let go until the movie ended. My only memory of that movie is our hands, which were so cold from nervousness.
When we left the theater, it was past 11 pm. I didn't say I wanted to leave, and neither did she. Naturally,
we got into a taxi and went home.
She took a shower first. I took a shower later, and when I finished, she was already in bed. I was only wearing shorts,
while she was completely naked. She had her back to me, and I hugged her from behind, gently stroking her and kissing her neck
. Slowly, she reacted; I could feel my erection growing on her buttocks. I turned her around and
kissed her entire body, starting from her neck, finally stopping at her midsection. She cried out loudly, "Give it to me, I want
you…" She pinched my arm hard. She suddenly pressed me down, pulling down my underwear, her
long hair covering my abdomen. Like the woman before, she was also surprised by her size,
even gasping when she first saw it. Feeling that warmth, I felt like an addict getting a long-awaited drug, and
I breathed a sigh of relief.
She was already overflowing with desire.
She pulled a small umbrella from under the pillow, struggled to put it on, and then, like riding a wild
horse, galloping across a vast prairie, I held her breasts, my eyes closed.
We were immersed in this exhilarating pleasure.
I don't know how many times she moaned loudly; I only know that we were both soaking wet.
She was tired.
I pressed her down and lifted her legs. This wasn't the time to build up pleasure; I didn't need any of that "
nine shallow, one deep" technique. We knew we just needed to go deep. She cried out loudly, and I loved her cries.
She wasn't just making meaningless "ah..." sounds; she expressed her feelings. She said, "You're hitting my G-spot,
it feels so good," "Darling, harder," and the wet "slapping" sounds echoed in her room,
gradually intensifying my pleasure.
I didn't need to hold back because, she said, she needed me to ejaculate.
We both reached orgasm simultaneously, collapsing onto the bed.
The next morning, we did it again, trying different positions.
I realized how much she, in her thirties, needed sex.
I also knew that she wouldn't leave me again in Beijing.
By the end of February 2005, when I left Beijing, in less than three months, we had used up three dozen condoms
.
In less than a year in Beijing, I thought she must have a new life now.
But I knew that once I arrived in Beijing, she would never refuse me.
I will never forget our hands, frozen with nervous tension, and her ecstatic moans.
Oh, I love you, Beijing.
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(IV) My Extramarital Sex—Developing the Great Northwest
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It was an afternoon in June 2005.
In a beautiful ancient city in Northwest China,
I was still in the 163 chat room.
The woman's name was "Female 32." Coincidentally, she and the woman in Beijing were both from Shanxi
. Her husband worked on a construction project in the south, and we hadn't seen each other for a long time. It seemed I was destined to meet women from Shanxi. I
'll omit the details of the chat here; we only chatted for two hours. When it was time to log off, I casually said
, "Let me treat you to dinner tonight." She said okay and gave me her phone number.
She actually came that evening, and I admired her courage. To be honest, she wasn't a particularly beautiful woman,
only about 160cm tall, but she had a certain charm. Her voice was sweet and alluring, making one's
imagination run wild.
After dinner, I took her to my office to play on the computer until after 11 pm, when it was time for her to go home. The corridor
was dark, and she reached out her hand. I had no reason to refuse. When we got to her building, she wanted to go upstairs. I took her
hand, and she nestled into my arms. I kissed her hair and ears, and I could feel her excitement. My right
arm was around her, and my left hand felt her excitement.
Reluctantly, she went upstairs. Before leaving, she said, "I didn't expect you to be so well-behaved in the office."
It turned out she wanted to give herself to me in the office.
Friday arrived quickly, and I said, "Come over after work." After she came, we bought several large bags of food from the supermarket
and went back to my apartment, preparing for a crazy weekend. After returning to the apartment, we took showers one after the other. I wanted to shower with her
, but she shyly refused, like a naive young girl.
To be honest, I didn't expect that she, a mother, had such limited sexual experience. To prolong my time
, after sufficient foreplay, I said, "Come on up." She looked at me, confused. "Come on up?"
I gestured for her to sit on my lap. She was still puzzled. I asked, "How do you and your husband make love?" “It’s like I’m on
the bottom and he’s on top,” she said. I was surprised by her husband’s ignorance about sex, and I could imagine
how small he was, because she cried out, “It’s all the way in, go slower!” when I was only a third of the way in.
The first time, I didn’t want to hold back and only lasted 5 minutes.
After 5 minutes, with her caresses, I got hard again. This time, I patiently taught her various positions
and variations. Some she couldn’t accept at all, like the rear-entry position. I didn’t force her;
it was enough for her to know that this position existed.
This time, we did it intermittently, for about an hour.
From 7 pm on Friday night when she came to my place until 5 pm on Sunday night when I took her home, we did it a total of 7
times.
Saturday night, after we finished, it was past midnight. I turned off the lights and lay on the bed, dozing off
. She showered, sat beside me, and began telling me her stories in her soft, sweet voice—her
family, her daughter, her work. Half-asleep, listening to her gentle voice, a warm
scene flashed through my mind: a husband resting in bed, a wife sitting on the bed, babbling to him
. Suddenly, I felt this gentle woman was my wife, and a warm feeling washed over me.
I don't know when I fell asleep; I only know that her sweet, sweet voice kept whispering in my ear.
Two weeks later, I left Xi'an.
She went back to Shanxi to pick up her daughter. We didn't see each other again before I left.
What I remember is her sweet, sweet voice whispering in my ear.
This woman with that sweet, sweet voice, are you doing well now?
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(V) My Online Sex Experiences
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Originally, I didn't want to write about this part. Firstly, I felt that online sex, compared to extramarital sex or affairs,
was indeed a more private matter for me, just like I would rather you know I had an affair with another woman than let you
know I masturbate. Secondly, I felt that linking online sex with sexual experience was somewhat far-fetched, since there was no complete
physical contact. However, after much consideration, I decided to reveal this most private thing in my heart to everyone. Just
like some netizens summarize their masturbation experiences on the forum, I also decided to post some of my online sex experiences to
share with everyone. Besides, who can say that only the close union of male and female reproductive organs constitutes complete sex
?
I first came into contact with online sex in October 2005. After returning from the Northwest and resting at home for a few
months, I went to another city. Honestly, because my wife is pregnant, I haven't had sex for months.
I do need a woman's touch, but as someone about to become a father, I've developed
a resistance to extramarital sex. I also won't physically betray my wife again. So, masturbation has become my only
way to release tension.
With more internet access, I've learned about online sex. Here, I'll define online sex first—it's my own definition, so
it might not be entirely accurate. Simply put, online sex is when a man and woman
masturbate while watching or listening to each other via video or voice, or even without video or voice, simply by writing down their actions
and feelings to achieve sexual satisfaction. Depending on the tools used, it's sometimes called video
sex, voice sex, text sex, etc., collectively known as internet sex, or simply online sex. Online sex
doesn't involve physical betrayal for either party, yet it provides sexual satisfaction, which I think is a great way to release sexual desire
.
Why shouldn't I try online sex?
Where should I start? My initial approaches were: first, regular chat rooms (like 163 chat rooms); second, video
chat rooms (like CU); and third, QQ friends. However, due to incorrect initial methods, I didn't
encounter suitable online partners for a long time. I only met two friends on CU, one with only voice chat and no video, and the other
with both. Since these weren't my ideal online dating experiences,
I'll omit the details. Surprisingly, my most perfect online dating experience was with a friend I chatted with for a long time...
We have a good relationship and have been chatting on QQ for several months. We're quite familiar with each other and occasionally talk about sex, but only about
our own feelings about sex in our lives. She's married.
One evening, her husband wasn't home, and it was late. We were still chatting when she said, "Let me see
you." We turned on our video and headsets. Before coming to this city, I didn't have a webcam, so we had never video
chatted. The video was on, and we were facing each other, both wearing pajamas. She had a great figure. Suddenly
, inexplicably, I felt hot. I asked her, "Do you know about online sex?" (We were chatting with headsets.)
So we started talking about this. He knew my wife was pregnant. I said, "I want to try?"
I called her "baby," and she called me "darling." I slowly teased and guided her, and gradually she responded. We
slowly took off our pajamas, our voices soft and quiet, like a real couple making love. But
there are some things we would never say in real sex. Slowly, I saw her fullness
and her wetness, and she saw my hardness and girth.
The whole process lasted about 30 minutes. I could hear her moans of climax and see her overflowing.
Amidst her moans of climax, I also erupted. The feeling was so intense; we were both surprised by the force of the ejaculation
. Afterwards, we washed up briefly and chatted gently through the headset. We
both felt a completely different sensation from real sex. She said she was very satisfied.
Besides her, I tried having sex with several other online friends, but having sex with this one was the best experience,
and we've remained friends ever since. When we're not having sex, we still
chat like good friends, about everything under the sun. When we need to, we naturally turn on the video and headset.
Thus, the internet has become a part of my life.
I've come to deeply love this feeling.
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(VI) My Encounters with Online Friends
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Strictly speaking, this part deviates somewhat from my original intention in writing this article, because
on the surface, it doesn't involve obvious sex, nor does it involve overly deep feelings. However, there are
subtle elements of sex or affection present in my interactions with them, though these are hidden very
deeply. So I've decided to include this part, but I
won't explicitly point out the hidden sex or affection; you can interpret it for yourselves.
Of course, the female protagonists in the previous five parts were also online friends. This part will focus on introducing
a few other representative female online friends besides those mentioned above.
1. The girl I had no feelings for. I chatted with the lady from Shanxi whom I met in Beijing around the same time. She was
from Jiangsu, surnamed Wang, had been in Beijing for three years, worked as a designer in a foreign company, and had very few friends in Beijing.
The details of our online chat are omitted here. After we went offline, we kept in touch via text message. One day after work, she texted
: "I'm bored tonight, I want to go shopping." Accompanying a woman shopping is a man's duty, and I
'd already honed my shopping skills while with my wife. Her text was clear: she wanted me to go shopping with her. We agreed to meet
at 6:30 pm at Gongzhufen subway station.
The first time I saw her, I knew she was a very honest and unassuming girl. She was tall, about 165
cm, wearing jeans and sneakers, with short hair, and a naive, innocent look.
We ate, shopped, and chatted. This was the first time we'd ever spoken to each other in person; we'd only been in
contact via text before meeting in person.
It was almost 11 pm, and she was tired. I walked her downstairs, watched
the light in her rented room turn on, and then went home. But I have to say, from the very beginning, I had absolutely no
feelings for this girl, not even the slightest bit.
Three days later, on the weekend, she again asked me to go shopping with her. I have a flaw: I
don't like to reject girls directly. My way of rejecting them is to not contact them in the first place. I don't reject them directly only
because they are girls.
This time was similar to last time: eating, shopping, buying things. The only difference was that at 11 pm,
when I arrived at her building, she said, "Can you come up and sit for a while?" I could only gently tell her, "It's late, go back and
get some rest, okay?"
What could she say?
From then on, we never contacted each other again.
2. My "little sister". I've mentioned before that I seem to have a connection with girls or ladies from Shanxi. This time, it was still
a girl from Shanxi working in Northwest China. After we met online, we started chatting by phone. Because she had
only recently arrived in this Northwest city, she didn't have a local SIM card and could only use the landline in her rented room.
The longest we chatted was from 10 pm until 1 am the next day. She told me that she
had recently started dating a boyfriend in Shanxi, but because her boyfriend lived with someone else, they couldn't stay together often,
only occasionally. But one day, after she and her boyfriend made love, he went out, and his roommate
actually came in and lay down on her bed. He asked me if her boyfriend
really loved her; a film company was casting actors, and he asked me if I should apply. We talked
a lot, and I shared my perspective on what she was going through.
We seemed to have endless things to say. I felt like her older brother; she trusted me completely and told me everything
.
I knew she was a devoted girl; she loved her boyfriend, and she also enjoyed sex.
She asked me, "You've been away on business for so long, do you miss your sister-in-law? Are you lonely? What do
you think?" I asked her in return.
"Can I see you now?"
But at that moment, deep down, I already considered her my little sister.
How could I touch my little sister?
Three days later, she returned to Shanxi. Gradually, our contact decreased, until now, I've heard nothing from
her.
3. The Wounded Girl. This girl was someone I met on Aff, and the only one I didn't
meet in the 163 chat room. She worked as a translator at a translation company. She once met a German man
and had a child with him. In the end, the German man left China with the child, abandoning her.
Before leaving, he said, "I won't marry someone who isn't a virgin."
She kept this relationship bottled up for two years.
I can imagine the hurt she suffered. I reminisced with her, comforted her in her grief. I tried to comfort
her, telling her not to dwell on the past, that she had a bright future, and that she should be happy. She said that
being able to speak out after two years of keeping it inside made her feel much better.
She called me "brother," and I called her "little sister."
She said, "Brother, let's meet."
I said, "No, I won't meet you."
It's not that I don't want to meet her. I know what that means for a hurt girl and a man who has left home
. Maybe nothing will happen, but perhaps anything is possible.
Offline, all our communication is through text messages.
I think we will never meet.
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Postscript
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I've been putting it off for a long time, finding it difficult to continue writing. Basically, all the women I've had relatively deep sexual contact with have
been included (let's set aside for now whether this kind of sex was more about love or sex, or whether there was any real physical contact
). They say even a skilled cook can't cook without rice, so since I have nothing in my mind, writing is not easy.
After much deliberation, I had the idea of writing about my wife and me, and this should be the most substantial thing to
write about. However, after much thought, I finally gave up. There are many reasons, but one is that my wife and I have only had sex
for a little over four years. We have decades of sexual life ahead of us, and relatively speaking, these four years are just the
beginning. We haven't yet grasped the true essence of sex. My purpose in writing this article was to share my
deepest experiences with everyone. However, since my wife and I are new to this, presenting
these experiences would contradict my original intention, so I've temporarily set that aside. Other reasons will not be elaborated upon here.
During this time, I carefully reviewed the text countless times and discovered numerous inconsistencies in language, grammar, and structure. Furthermore,
the content was empty and lacked substance; the characters' personalities were not fully developed, and the plot was bland and lacked conflict. I was initially worried about affecting
readers' interest and understanding, and intended to revise the entire text extensively. However
, my inherent laziness prevailed, leading to procrastination, and ultimately, I simply abandoned the project, letting it remain incoherent.
All I can do is sincerely bow to everyone and say—I'm sorry!
Regarding my attitude and views on extramarital sex or extramarital affairs, I think they will be reflected to some extent in the main text.
For me, it is precisely through these experiences that I have truly realized that to achieve truly
perfect sex, love is absolutely essential. Only when love and sex are combined can we
obtain supreme enjoyment from our primal instincts, rather than merely satisfying them.
It is particularly important to mention that the creation of this article is inseparable from the support and encouragement of Yanpiao and Yuanrushui
. Regardless of how well I write it, without them, no one would be reading this article. Furthermore
, since this article was written and posted as it unfolded, it also received support and encouragement from the moderator and many friends during its gradual development
. Due to the large number of people, I will not list them all here. I have carefully considered every word of your comments and
responded cautiously; all of them will become my treasures. Regardless of how you judge my actions in the article, your
comments have given me the motivation to continue writing. Of course, many more friends saw this article but didn't leave
a comment. However, I saw your presence, and that's what encourages me.
Here, I bow deeply once again to all my friends who have supported and encouraged me!
That's all for now.

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