[My Memoir: My First Role-Playing Experience]

Author: chenchen11
Posted on the forum on January 14, 2017
First published on this site: Yes It
's been a long time since I've had sex. I never thought that someone with mild sex addiction like me would have such
a satisfying ejaculation in so long.
2016 was a bad year, or rather, the pressure from before had my confidence plummeted.
When a person loses confidence, even their desires disappear. Things become clumsy, even my clever mind goes blank, as if all my good luck
has suddenly abandoned me. I have no energy left for my little brother; my poor little brother can only
whimper a couple of times in my hand before bed, never shedding a tear.
I'm a sex addict, probably mild, because my first reaction upon seeing a woman is to have sex with her. Even
though sometimes just thinking about a woman makes me want to vomit, when I'm aroused, all I can think about is
how to get her onto the bed, fondle her breasts, violate her body, watch her naked body
tremble beneath me, and see her excited face contorted beneath me.
I've probably slept with hundreds of women, I haven't counted carefully. I did make
a simple list based on the time I slept with them, to keep track of my memories. Unfortunately, it was all out of boredom when I was young, and I got lazy and stopped
writing it later. After several changes of ownership, I don't even know where the list is now. But don't think I'm
indiscriminate in my choices to have this much. Although I occasionally slept with a few girls who weren't to my liking,
it was only a handful—I can't even remember if it was two or three.
I do have my own principles regarding sex, or rather, the release of desire.
I've published a few articles before, written as a memoir. The response was lukewarm. My style is
realistic, and I don't focus much on sex; it's more about storytelling. If sex
is the core of an erotic piece, then my writing is like a durian. Once you peel back the prickly shell, you'll find
only a small portion is edible, unless you, like me, enjoy the process. This way, you'll become
desensitized to articles that start with sex, while genuine emotion acts like a thorn, silently teasing you
until it seeps into your heart. Your blood will naturally flow to that spot, leaving you erect and with a lingering aftertaste.
Okay, enough advertising, let's get to the point.
I won't mention the name of the city where we met; in case she's also a brothel enthusiast, and if she sees this
, I don't want to stab her in the heart again after being away from her for so long.
It's a provincial capital; I lived there for two years for work and slept with about 20 women. She is
one of the few women I still remember vividly.
The way we met was quite conventional—online. For someone like me who doesn't go to bars, doesn't visit prostitutes, and doesn't seek
lovers within the scope of work, the internet is an important channel for meeting girls. After we started chatting, I learned she wasn't in the same
city as me, but we were already having a very passionate online conversation. For a woman I enjoy talking to,
distance became secondary. Of course, her beautiful appearance in the photos was a huge plus.
I never have sex for the sake of sex. If I don't have an emotional connection with a woman, after
ejaculating all over her, I will definitely fall into an endless emptiness, that hollow feeling completely
erasing the previous pleasure. Therefore, I prefer women I can talk to; such women, in turn,
arouse my sexual interest.
In our conversations, I would gradually tease her, starting with harmless jokes, and then
shifting the topic to her private matters. Actually, if a girl is interested in you, she won't be averse to these topics, but don't let
her feel that you have too much ulterior motive and only want to have sex with her. In my experience, most girls, especially Chinese women,
are reserved at first, unless they're those lustful women who immediately reveal their weapons, perhaps even with gaping maws waiting
to devour you.
Later, we chatted almost every day until the early hours, even all night a few times. I started to go from flirting to
seducing her, hoping she'd come to me. After all, chatting with her was enjoyable, but undressing her and having sex with her was even
more enjoyable.
She kept asking me to wait, because I only understood why after the video chat—this is also
why photos can't be completely trusted in the internet age. Leaving aside basic things like skin smoothing and beautification, overall she wasn't too different from her photos,
over 80 points. The key was that her face was swollen and unkempt those few days;
it really startled me when I first saw it in the video. She didn't want to give me such a bad first impression, so she asked me to wait
.
So, I'm a sex addict; my nerves had barely relaxed after the initial shock when my penis started acting up again.
She eagerly told me that since the girl's disfigurement was only temporary, and thinking about her photos and her figure, I shouldn't
wait any longer; I should have her send herself over so I could fuck her.
Of course, I couldn't be so blunt with her. My feigned indifference, saying I didn't mind, actually touched her and solidified her
resolve to come to my city, ready for anything to happen.
She told me that in three more days, her acne should be much better, and then she would come to my city,
offering herself to me from afar. (This last sentence is my own interpretation; the girl wouldn't say it so directly, even if that's what she really
thought.)
Three days later, when she got off the car and I saw her in person, the moment she appeared before me,
my penis started to throb. She had a really good figure and knew how to dress to show off her best features.
At that moment, I wanted to quickly take her into a room, pull down my pants, and roughly shove my penis into her mouth, making
her suck on it vigorously, letting my glans penetrate deep into her throat,
stirring my penis wildly in her saliva, filling her mouth with my massive member so she couldn't breathe.
Dear readers, to be continued in the next episode.
Damn it, I originally intended to stop here and write the rest later if I felt like it, but I didn't reach the word count and couldn't publish
it. What a load of rubbish! Okay, since there are rules, we should respect them. I might
as well write down the rest of the things to reach the word count.
We two had already hit it off during our chats and were secretly having an affair. Although neither of us had made a move yet…
But we both knew perfectly well that once we met, things would ignite like dry wood meeting a raging fire. How could we not ignite a fiery passion after
our all-night chat, how could we not give my throbbing, throbbing member, which had been throbbing for days, and her itchy
, longing little sister a good beating? I seriously suspected that in three days, her period might
end, and with a more balanced mood, even her acne would improve.
Hehe, now it was time for me to better pamper her.
Downstairs, I gently placed my hand on her waist as a test, and she didn't resist. I knew
what to do once we got inside.
Closing the door, I pressed her against the wall, my tongue darting into her mouth like a venomous snake.
She was clearly surprised at first, but her subsequent cooperation showed she quickly adapted to my advances. Our
tongues intertwined wildly, saliva swirling uncontrollably in each other's mouths. From the kiss, I could
tell she was a pro. Her nimble tongue not only moved vigorously but also used sucking to arouse my
desire. We kissed passionately against the wall in the entryway, I pressed her against it with all my might, using this
tension to stimulate her desire. My hands began to caress the depths of her thighs, intentionally or unintentionally rubbing
against the edge of her vulva.
Her hands weren't idle either, scratching my penis through my pants, so intensely that it even
hurt my penis.
The kiss was just a prelude to the oral sex that followed. I pressed her down and pulled my penis out of my pants.
I really enjoy women giving me oral sex; it allows me to look down at the woman, watching my penis
go in and out of her beautiful mouth, covered in her saliva—it's a sense of conquest. So, even though I prefer lying down, I
prefer standing up to have a woman lick my penis.
From the moment her soft tongue teased my penis, I knew she was a master of sex. For
such a beauty, who the hell remembers the temporary acne on her face?
It was a thoroughly enjoyable sexual encounter. I've mentioned before that she has a good figure. Her breasts aren't particularly
large, though. 36B—mediocre at best. But seeing me approach her from behind in the mirror
still excited me.
She knew how to please a man, how to moan and scream appropriately without seeming artificial.
She was excellent in bed; we tried many positions the first time, and she knew how to
switch between being active and passive, instead of simply yielding or taking the initiative.
Finally, I roared and ejaculated all my semen, while she lay panting on top of me. That
was the first thing that happened when we were face-to-face for the first time.
She stayed at my place for four days the first time. During those four days, I took her sightseeing in the city, letting her try
various delicacies, and when we got home, we made love like crazy.
However, our first role-playing session was much later.
In between, I learned about her history: she was divorced, had lovers, and had been a mistress. All the things she once
despised happened to her. She told me all this while crying with regret.
Perhaps, deep down, she felt indebted to me, which is why she tried to please me sexually.
Our role-playing involved me visiting her in her city.
We dated for six months (perhaps this isn't the right word, but I can't think of a more suitable one)
, and she always came to my city
. Once, she even suddenly appeared in front of me on the highway in the middle of the night, and the surprise was that I would immediately pin her to the ground, make her lick my penis first, then
we'd eat, and then I'd fuck her hard at home.
Our last sexual encounter was during that one visit to her city. Gradually, I lost
interest in her. To me, women were just objects. The initial feelings (note, not passion) slowly faded, and
my sexual interest in her gradually disappeared. Although she was a good sexual partner, she was just a sexual partner.
I never intended to have only one sexual partner; I'm a sex addict.
Perhaps it was a woman's intuition that sensed this subtle change, or perhaps she felt indebted to me based on her past experiences.
She arranged a novel sexual experience for me in her city – a uniform fetish.
I stayed in that city for three days, and we spent almost all three days in the hotel, mostly just
having sex and sleeping, except when we went out to eat. After all, I'm getting older, and my tired body needed sleep to repair itself. She wore a newly
bought, extremely revealing nurse's uniform and played all sorts of role-playing games. We filmed and deleted videos, filmed and deleted videos repeatedly. I
was afraid others would see my true nakedness and lust on my phone.
We had originally planned to return to my city together, but her personality made it impossible for her to travel back with me. Perhaps it was because of her personality that I gradually distanced myself from her; because I couldn't 　　give her any hope
for something that had no future . 　　Sometimes I wonder if I were to travel to her city on a business trip someday, would I contact her again, and let my desire 　　erupt within her body once more?

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