A romantic paradise for mature women

There's a saying that women in their thirties are like wolves and in their forties like tigers. Women in this age group have the strongest sex drive, but unfortunately, men at this stage of life, or even slightly older men, often ignore their wives' growing sexual desires due to work pressure or their inherent tendency to seek novelty. This leaves these "tigers"
feeling helpless. The braver ones will try their luck with the women around them, or look online for a few, then meet them in person. If things go well, they'll flirt and sleep with them; if not, they'll look for more.
The timid or shy ones mostly wait and see if the conditions are right, such as whether there's someone they're attracted to without needing to make the first move, or whether a man will take the initiative. Of course, there are also those who resolutely refuse to have extramarital affairs for the sake of their chastity.
Based on my own experience, I think those who bravely pursue sexual pleasure and resolutely uphold their chastity are in the minority. More often, they crave it but are pressured by other factors to avoid committing adultery.
(Part 1) Long-suppressed emotions finally erupted at this moment.
September in Baoding was still very hot. Coming here to university made me experience the true "autumn tiger" – the scorching sun baking the earth, and you could see waves of heat rolling across the playground.
Every Northeastern student who came here found Baoding's weather unbearable. Military training in such weather was a double test of physical strength and energy.
Squinting at the distant trees, the leaves were motionless, only the cicadas chirping incessantly, making one's heart race.
Finally, it was time for a break. The instructor asked me to go to the second class to get a list from the instructor. Just as I was talking to their instructor, a girl came over and said to me, "Are you from Heilongjiang?"
I didn't say anything, just nodded.
We met awkwardly in that sweltering heat, and later, it really embarrassed her.
A girl initiated a conversation with me, but I ignored her. This girl became my good friend; I won't mention her name, so I'll just call her LL.
After that awkward encounter, I called her that evening. We talked about everything from the cafeteria food to the grueling military training, then some funny stories from high school and my college roommates. Of course, there was also the inevitable "dormitory chat" that every college student experiences. Apparently, girls also gossip during their dorm chats.
Back then, I was just a clueless kid, always thinking girls were pure and not as lewd as boys. Oh, so girls can be lewd too!
Every noon, we'd go to the study room to study, but really, we just went to chat; we didn't actually read more than a few pages.
One time, I was really embarrassed. I came out with my shirt unbuttoned and my tie undone, and I got caught by the student union disciplinary committee. I got a notice from the department, but I didn't care about it at all because I was texting her on my phone and having a great time. Flirting with a girl can make you less bothered by punishment, remember that.
On weekends, we went shopping on Yuhua Road and ate snacks from Baoding.
At that time, our relationship was just close, nothing more, because she told me she didn't want a boyfriend in college. But later, it turned out that this wasn't true. At the beginning of the second semester of freshman year, I saw her walking hand-in-hand with another guy into the campus. My idea of pursuing her after graduation shattered when I witnessed that moment.
I finally understood that girls can't stand persistent, relentless pursuit.
And so, our contact gradually decreased. We stopped going to the study room every noon, stopped going shopping on weekends, and stopped wandering around the playground after evening study sessions.
Time flies, and before we knew it, we were seniors. One day, I saw her online on QQ and we chatted for a bit. I asked her what she was doing, and she said she had a job interview in Beijing.
"Congratulations! Getting to the interview stage for the national civil service exam is no easy feat,"
I said. She added, "Come to Beijing with me!"
I said, "Okay, I'll buy train tickets tomorrow."
So I bought tickets for February 6th and finally arrived at her hotel, the Home Inn xxq, before her interview on the 7th.
When I entered, I saw her putting on makeup, dressed in a black office lady outfit with a white shirt.
"So fast!"
"Yeah, I took a taxi."
"Come in and sit down!"
With those simple words, I sat on the bed and watched her put on makeup.
Everyone says you need to make a good impression on the interviewer, and a little makeup is essential. It shows respect for the interviewer and makes you look fresher.
Soon, it was 12:30, and we went out.
"That's really kind of you, are you tired?"
"I'm alright, we're like family. Where's the interview?"
"The National Academy of Governance, it's not far from here, we can just take a taxi."
"Okay, sure."
We hurried downstairs, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the National Academy of Governance. It wouldn't take long to get there from this Home Inn, actually. We didn't talk much on the way, and arrived in no time.
I have to say, a taxi ride in Beijing can easily cost 100 yuan, whereas in my hometown, 12 yuan can get you around almost half the city.
"They're not letting you in yet, let's take a stroll, it'll help you relax."
So we walked around the big hotel across the street, and when we came back, we saw several students going in for their interviews.
"Go in, don't be too nervous! Good luck!"
Watching her walk into the gates of the Academy of Governance, I took a taxi back to my place alone. The fatigue from the journey made me fall asleep immediately. She came back around 3 a.m. It turned out she was number two, and the interview was over quickly, but the results weren't out yet, we'd have to wait a few more days.
So she took off her clothes and we lay down in bed together.
The emotions that had been suppressed for so long finally erupted at that moment. I cupped her face and kissed her lips.
"All, I love you so much."
Then I continued to possess her lips; they were so soft and comfortable.
My hands weren't idle either, unbuttoning her shirt to reveal a purple bra, with some lace, looking both elegant and sexy.
For some reason, I couldn't undo it for a long time; she finally untied it herself.
I immediately took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, its sweet little taste... hehe.
When my hand reached down to remove her last barrier, she stopped me. I tried several times, but it was the same. Although I'm a pervert, more importantly, she's my good friend, and I couldn't force her.
And so, we kissed each other and fell asleep.
When we woke up, it was the next day. We looked at each other, and I kissed her again, this time possessing her sexy breasts—a 36B, not too big, not too small, very soft.
Once again, my penis was erect. I lay there, holding her.
"G, you're so sweet, coming all this way to be with me."
"It's nothing, didn't you kiss me too, hehe~"
Suddenly, she got up and started giving me oral sex. It felt so good, so incredibly pleasurable.
"Do you give him oral sex too?"
"Mmm~~~"
Actually, I was quite jealous, but it's nothing, it's between boyfriend and girlfriend, and we're young, oral sex is nothing special.
After a while, my penis was incredibly hard from her ministrations. I said to her, "Let me give you my mouth too."
"Mmm~~~"
So, I got up, knelt between her legs, and pulled down her black panties, revealing her light pubic hair. I smelled it; there was no odor whatsoever, just a distinctly feminine scent that filled my nostrils, triggering my most primal instincts. I stuck my tongue into her vagina, licking and scraping inside, making her feel wonderful.
"Ugh, that feels so good."
"Then I'll go in."
"Mmm~~~"
So, I placed my rock-hard penis between her legs, but it didn't go in for a while… Finally, she guided my penis into her body.
"Ugh, yours is so thick."
"Really? I didn't think so."
Actually, I think my penis is quite thick, about 4 centimeters in diameter, not very long, about 15 centimeters. It's a little shorter when I'm fat and a little longer when I'm thin, with a difference of no more than 1 centimeter.
And so, we began.
I gently thrust in and out of her, slowly, and she seemed to enjoy it.
After about 20 minutes, she said she couldn't take it anymore, that my penis was too thick, and asked me to use my mouth to help her. I agreed.
So, the second oral sex began, this time more intense and frequent. Soon, I ejaculated into her mouth, and she actually swallowed it.
"It's so sticky, it's stuck in my throat."
"Are you crazy? Why did you swallow it?"
"I like your stuff."
And so, I hugged her again and kissed her.
We hugged and talked a lot. I regretted not pursuing her in my freshman year, and she also felt that she was immature back then and that her words had caused me trouble.
All the gloom dissipated with that night, and LL and I resumed our original relationship, even deepening it.
Before going to sleep that night, we did it again. This time, I was still very gentle, still very slow, and she still said my penis was too thick and she couldn't take it.
But she didn't let me finish; we did it for a long time, and I ejaculated inside her.
Later, we were both nervous for over a month. Her period was late, and finally one day it arrived. We spent over a month worrying and praying every day.
Maybe it really shouldn't have happened; her period was irregular, and the day I ejaculated wasn't her fertile period. Haha.
During our few days in Beijing, we spent an afternoon at the zoo and then went home. On the train, we hugged each other, not doing anything sexual, just reminiscing about the past. She talked, and I talked. I
've already written about the sexual stuff earlier, and I know the focus of the readers has shifted, so I'll keep it simple. I got off the train and went home, while she continued on the train to her house.
(Middle) Women's physiological desires are the same as men's.
Two years ago, one day, I was bored and browsing chat rooms. A little while later, a young girl initiated a chat with me. Looking at her profile, she was 18, a teenage girl.
I politely said, "Sorry, I don't chat with younger people."
But this girl insisted on chatting, so I had no choice but to reply a few times and then ignore her. Perhaps it wasn't because it was a private chat, but other people could see the conversation.
Another woman greeted me: "Hi, can we chat?"
I looked at her profile; 38 years old, from Kunming.
I said, "Sure."
She switched to private chat and asked, "Why don't you chat with younger girls?"
I replied, "Our experiences are different, there's nothing to talk about."
She said, "Don't men all like young women?"
I said, "That depends on who it is; I just don't."
The conversation began from there.
We introduced ourselves and talked about some life insights.
The sentence that impressed me the most was, "It's not easy for men in middle age."
Because it was time to leave work, I said I had to log off.
She said, "It was nice meeting you. I think you're a very cultured and good man. Can we chat some more tonight? I'll wait for you."
I casually said, "Sure, see you tonight."
After dinner, I had nothing to do, so I went back online, and she was still there. I sent her a smiling emoji.
She replied quickly: "You're finally online!"
I said, "You really waited until now?"
She said, "Yes, I was still imagining what you would look like."
I borrowed a phrase from someone else and said, "I'm ugly, but I'm very gentle."
"Really? How gentle are you? Send me a picture."
"Sure!"
So I sent her a picture of a silly pig. She replied, "You're so cute, but there are so few men this cute in real life!"
We chatted like that all night. From the chat, I learned that she was a primary school teacher, divorced for seven years, and living with her daughter. During our conversation
, I learned that she was having a hard time, facing a lot of pressure (not financial), unable to release her emotions, but afraid to remarry, fearing she would meet someone like her ex-husband again.
I understood the hardship of a family without a man, so I offered her a lot of concern during our conversation. But at the time, it was just out of sympathy, nothing more.
A few days later, I met her online again. After exchanging greetings, she asked me a question: Have you ever had a woman outside of your marriage?

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