Immoral relationship

One summer evening, Dong Lan and I were strolling in the square after dinner. The sun hadn't completely set when Dong Lan looked at me and said, "Let's go home!" We got into a tricycle and slowly drove back to her house. Needless to say, we started making love again. Just as we were getting into it, her phone kept ringing. She picked it up, shook her head, and said, "It's him, my husband." I was a little surprised. She gestured for me to continue, and I, caught up in the moment, didn't hesitate to speed up. Twenty or thirty minutes later, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Dong Lan was startled but quickly calmed down. From her eyes, I knew it was probably her husband. The knocking grew louder. Dong Lan gestured for me to continue, and I suddenly became fierce, thrusting wildly until Dong Lan had multiple orgasms. Amidst the knocking, I ejaculated a torrent of passionate fluid onto Dong Lan's wet cervix.

One afternoon, I invited Dong Lan to my house. She hesitated and said, "Is no one home?" I nodded: "My wife and kids went on a trip out of town and won't be back for three days." She laughed and said, "You men are so naughty, you get cravings as soon as your wives aren't home."

When we arrived at my house, Dong Lan looked around the rooms. When she came to my bedroom and saw the large double bed and my wedding photo on the wall, she looked at me with a meaningful smile. I grabbed her plump buttocks, and she excitedly said, "I want to do it with you right under your wife's nose, on this big bed!" Her cheeks flushed with lust, and she bit her lower lip, taking off her outer clothes and underwear one by one. Looking at her seductive manner, I suddenly remembered something and said, "Wait a minute." I quickly went to the study to get my camera, and then rushed back to the bedroom, looking at the surprised Dong Lan, and said, "Didn't you want to take pictures? We'll take pictures while we make love later." Dong Lan smiled and said, "Okay."

At first, I gestured for her to give me oral sex. Dong Lan looked at me and said, "Okay, watch how I eat your big banana!" She lowered her head and took my glans into her mouth, gently licking and sweeping it in circles with the tip of her tongue. I looked down at Dong Lan, her beautiful hair flowing, giving me oral sex. I started taking pictures of her oral sex. She would occasionally lick and sweep my glans quickly with the tip of her tongue, and then use the tip of her tongue to lick the urethral opening in the middle of the glans repeatedly. This was a classic oral sex technique, and it was clear that she was very skilled at it. I had a strange thought in my mind: I wondered if other men were also having a great time when she was giving them oral sex! Sigh! Thinking about this made me a little depressed. I felt my penis tingling and numb from her licking. She said, "Are you enjoying it?" I said, "Yes, beautiful, you really know how to eat a big banana!"

She smiled mischievously and suddenly bit my glans lightly with her teeth, a slight pain shooting through my glans. I cried out, "Don't bite, beautiful! Take my penis in your mouth, okay?" She nodded and took my entire penis in her mouth, making piston-like movements in and out.

I said, "Can I ejaculate inside?" She said, "Sure!" After taking about a dozen photos, I felt I was about to ejaculate, and Dong Lan could feel the throbbing of my penis. Suddenly, an uncontrollable wave of pleasure surged through me, and a thick liquid spurted out of Dong Lan's mouth. Dong Lan smiled and said,

"This is beauty 'glue'." She licked it with the tip of her tongue and said, "It tastes great!" She used her finger to pick up the semen on her lips and spread it on her cheeks like moisturizer.

She swallowed the rest of the semen with a smile and said, "This is called beauty and tonic—absorbing yang to nourish yin!"

After resting for a while, I knew it was time to start the "Plum Blossom Second Movement." So I lifted Dong Lan's legs and said, "I'm going to ejaculate inside your vagina." He aimed his penis at her vaginal opening and thrust in and out wildly. While we were making love, I kept taking pictures of our genitals. Dong Lan seemed quite creative under my lens; one passionate image after another was captured on my camera. About twenty minutes later, we both reached the peak of our sexual desire.

Later, I specifically asked her to model for me. Of course, it was close-ups of her genitals and other sensual photos. She was very open, only refusing to have her face photographed. Countless photos of her blatantly displaying desire were recorded in my camera, becoming the negatives of my memories in the years that followed. Whenever I felt bored or empty, I would look through these familiar yet unfamiliar photos; they contained my desires and my youth.

During the time we were together, she divorced her husband and moved to a new rented apartment, rented to her by an older male friend.

It was a small one-bedroom apartment on the third floor. One of the larger rooms served as the bedroom. She laid a carpet on the floor and placed a large double Simmons mattress on it, along with some small toiletries. In the days that followed, I tirelessly and intensely engaged in sexual intercourse with her on this large bed, enjoying each other's bodies. Each time we made love, I was somewhat worried because the bedroom had a small window opening directly onto the stairwell. Although this small window was about two meters away, I wondered if that thin glass pane could block out her moans during orgasm. I believe that anyone passing by upstairs, let alone hearing the sounds, could, if a curious enthusiast were to climb onto the windowsill, possibly see the scene inside.

In the outer room, she had placed a desk and a small bookcase, which she originally intended for use as a business.

We had planned to start a company, but for various reasons, it fell through.

My relationship with Dong Lan lasted about a year, during which time we made love almost every day in her new home. During this time, we sometimes openly discussed our views on sex and all our past sexual experiences.

Every time I heard about her sexual experiences with other men, I would pry into every detail. And every time she recounted those experiences, it fueled my sexual desire.

Usually, she would recount her sexual history while I thrust wildly into her.

Soon, Dong Lan and I disagreed on how to handle the relationship. I only wanted to maintain this affair, while she wanted something more substantial. I knew I couldn't abandon my family and children, nor could I develop the relationship to her satisfaction.

Dong Lan was disappointed in my attitude, and sometimes she would get angry to express her dissatisfaction. I noticed some differences slowly emerging between us. In the days that followed, it seemed we only had sex and no other communication—a rift appeared in our friendship.

Later, our relationship improved somewhat; she would call me occasionally to say hello, and I would pretend to be indifferent and call her back.

Gradually, Dong Lan and I only had intermittent contact. Once, at a gathering with friends, I heard she was dating someone—a divorced man.

Several weeks later, one morning, I received a call from Dong Lan saying she wanted to come see me. She came to my new room after I moved in; since it was a new house, my family hadn't moved in yet. Looking at her beautiful, sexy smile, I couldn't help but hug her waist and start kissing her. Her body trembled slightly with deep moans, and she said, "I can do it myself." Dong Lan took off her leather boots and short coat, unbuckled her wide black belt, and pulled down her wool trousers and underwear. She bent down to pull down her black panties. She lay naked on my newly bought Simmons bed, covered with white sheets.

The bright midday sun shone through the curtains onto Dong Lan's beautiful body. I began to caress this charming and alluring form. Dong Lan lay on her back on the bed, her legs raised and spread apart, her genitals facing the half-open window. I knelt on the bed, facing her genitals, still that captivating and beautiful organ. It was a part I had explored and had "zero-distance contact" with countless times, possessing a mature woman's allure and a wild, sensual beauty. A ray of warm sunlight fell on her pear-shaped vulva, and a strange feeling arose in my mind—this was a place many men had enjoyed. As I looked, I lowered my head and placed my face between her legs, carefully observing the details of her labia and genitals. Her pear-shaped, full buttocks revealed a beautiful and clear vulva, densely covered with pubic hair, the dark brown labia majora and minora clearly defined, and the vaginal opening mysteriously parted. I couldn't resist lowering my head and lightly licking her labia majora with the tip of my tongue. Dong Lan's labia had a soft, fresh fragrance and a slightly salty taste.

I looked at her vaginal opening with a touch of jealousy, thinking: how many times had it gripped the hard, erect penis of men in blissful, tingling tremors; how many times had it been violently thrust into and pounded by men's long, thick organs; how many different men's penises had it felt the firmness and strength in countless ecstatic orgasms; how many powerful thrusts and fullness; how many men, like me today, had faced her beautiful genitals with excitement and curiosity, fantasizing and pondering; they must have also marveled at the wonder and precision of the Creator, just as I had.

I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, placed my hands under her buttocks, and forcefully lifted her beautiful buttocks upwards, raising my lower abdomen and thrusting my penis into her vagina with force. The impact of "thud, thud, thud..." accompanied her deep moans, and I saw streams of fluid flowing down her buttocks with my continuous thrusting. So each of my thrusts, mingled with the sound of her fluids, became crisp. Looking at her softly moaning body, her tightly clenched lips, and her dazed eyes, thinking about her past sexual experiences, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unpredictability.

At that moment, I felt an urge. I wanted to compare myself to her past lovers and sexual partners, to let her know I was the best man. I began to use all my techniques, with all my strength and stamina, to launch a frenzied attack on her flower, again and again. She climaxed repeatedly under my assault, collapsing onto the bed, her chest and waist covered in pink, butterfly-shaped marks from her orgasms.

As I attacked her again, her voice trembled as I thrust, saying, "You're so amazing today."

I looked at her fiercely and said, "I'm better than any man you've ever slept with, I'll make sure you never forget how amazing I am."

Suddenly, she said to me, "This is the last time." I said, "Why?" She said, "I want to do this last time with you as a memento, I have a boyfriend."

That afternoon, we did nothing but make love until 7 PM. We did it seven times in total. When we finished the seventh time, I asked her, "Have you ever made love more than seven times before?" She smiled mischievously and said, "Wow, no! You broke the record today!" At that moment, she kept getting paged. The last time, she said, "I can't, I have to go, they're waiting for me." After she left, I kept having this thought—would she make love with that person again tonight? Maybe.

I remember we had sex on and off a few more times over the next two years. I remember one time she went back to her hometown, and I happened to be there on a business trip. We went to a disco to experience the energy of young people, and back at my hotel, we made love wildly again. Until our colorful stains were left on the sheets. As she moaned with ecstasy, Dong Lan tightly hugged my shoulders and raised her legs to my waist. I noticed a subtle change. During sex, she would moan, "Brother, 'fuck' me with your big penis! Ah, harder!" She kept saying this, and I realized she used to say it like this: "Brother Hai, 'fuck' me with your big penis."

And she never made a mistake, always moaning like this for a long time. She changed "fuck" to "fuck," and I realized she had changed her moaning during sex with that man.

We didn't contact each other for a long time afterward, and gradually we lost touch.

Writing this, I know many people consider this relationship immoral, at least it differs from traditional love. Many times I feel that besides spiritual factors, can a person also seek complete physical release, a process many never experience in their lives? Human desires are actually quite beautiful; they can bring physical and mental pleasure, and also allow you to experience different aspects of life.

In this absurd era, everyone faces different kinds of helplessness and confusion. Faced with the uncontrollable reasons in life, why can't we confront our most fundamental human needs?

My emotional journey with Dong Lan gave me a passion for life I had never experienced before, a passion I've never felt again. Time may erase all traces, but everything I shared with her is indelible.

I use the most direct descriptive style to record everything about us, grateful that our era has the internet, allowing us to speak openly and without reservation. While stylistically this is an adult novel, I see it more as a man's true emotional journey. It reveals

the desires and confusions behind our times, and the instincts in human nature that we dare not confront.

Dong Lan is an unforgettable woman in my life; my love for her makes me dizzy.

I understand that our relationship will be a lifelong regret, and I will find it difficult to forget this romantic history with her in the future!

[The End]

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