I love boring people the most

It was winter in a northern city, the ground covered in snow. I was a miserable college student, occasionally venting my pent-up sexual desire by watching porn. I didn't know what a woman's lips tasted like, how warm they were, how tight a woman's mouth could feel, or what anal penetration felt like. My first woman gave me all of that.
Influenced by various forums, the internet at that time was full of talk about married women, praising their supposed intelligence. Under this influence, I became restless. Although I had dated before, I wasn't a scumbag; I was too naive, at most just holding hands. And so, I was already in college, and I hadn't had sex.
I wanted to break through! I wanted to fight back!

So I went online to search for women in their 30s. At that time, WeChat was just emerging, and there were many young women and girls in WeChat's "People Nearby" feature (unlike now, where most people on WeChat's "People Nearby" feature are women in their forties or fifties). I added many, chatted a few times, had nothing to talk about, and deleted many.
This woman was someone I added through "People Nearby." At first, we didn't have much to say, just a few simple words, but nothing progressed. Because we lived relatively close, I gradually built rapport by talking about the nearby night market and street food, building familiarity. Later, I steered the conversation towards topics related to sex, sticking to the principle of taking it a step further. As long as
she wasn't offended or swearing, I continued to probe and open up the conversation. Finally, we talked about myself, about how big, hard, and hot my penis was (all of which were true), and I even sent her photos. Surprisingly, her first reaction wasn't to call me a pervert, but rather surprise, saying, "Is it really that big?" I immediately saw an opening! I said, "Of course, why would I lie to you? Want to try?" To my surprise, she didn't really refuse, agreeing without any pretense. This made me realize that this woman was also a carnivore! (Later, with more experience, I discovered that many sexually frustrated wives had told me they sought sex outside the home because their husbands didn't provide enough intimacy.)

We agreed that I would book a room at a hotel near her house at 7:30 that evening, and she would come out under the pretense of buying fruit.
That evening, I went to the school cafeteria for dinner. I remember it was a rice dish with a generous amount of meat, but the meat tasted bland. Halfway through, I felt nauseous and couldn't eat anymore, which shows how excited I was.
Then I went to buy condoms. I was especially worried that I wouldn't last long enough. It was my first time buying condoms at a pharmacy, and I went in and asked if they had any with a delay function. The saleswoman, an older woman, looked puzzled and said no. In the end, I bought a box of regular ones.
Then I went to buy roses. Looking back now, I think, "She's a married woman, how am I going to take the flowers home?" Anyway, I just impulsively bought them. In the dead of winter, the flowers were a little wilted by the time I got them to the hotel.

Then came the anxious wait. I was incredibly nervous and excited, my whole body was trembling, and my teeth were chattering. It wasn't because of the cold weather, but because I was so excited during the wait, my adrenaline was surging! I saw her message saying she was almost there, so I waited for her at the hotel entrance, hiding in the parking lot. She arrived, with long, jet-black hair—just my type. At 32, she was at the perfect age,
and quite tall at 170cm. I appeared, holding a bouquet of flowers, kneeling on one knee to present them to her. Her expression showed surprise mixed with shyness. I then took her hand and led her into the hotel. The hotel management was lax; no one checked her ID before we entered.
She was an incredibly reserved yet passionate woman. Reserved because she was genuinely shy, speaking very softly and never taking the initiative. Passive because once in bed, penetration was like turning on a car key—loud and powerful.
Once inside, I began undressing her, my hands trembling slightly. She neither resisted nor initiated, only yielding. She had a decent figure, not overweight, with fair skin, but her small breasts left me slightly disappointed.
After undressing, we started kissing, caressing. Although I lacked practical experience, I had read countless films and had some theoretical knowledge. Next, I pushed her down, positioned her legs in the missionary position, put on the condom, and thrust in with all my might.

My first sensation was how hot it was inside—an indescribable warmth that enveloped me. This was a feeling I'd never experienced before, stimulating my sensitive nerves and pressing against the erectile tissue. This kind of force was something that rough hands couldn't achieve. She was already gushing wet, with absolutely no friction to hinder my penetration. I could go straight in and out.
But because it was my first time, I wasn't very good at using force and couldn't perform the piston-like movements skillfully. When she sensed this, she started to move her hips. In the missionary position, with her lying down and me kneeling, she could even arch her back and move rhythmically up and down, seemingly swallowing and releasing me, which truly surprised me. After a short while, I surrendered, ejaculating my first time.

She was very gentle, the quiet type, and didn't blame me for ejaculating so early. (I hadn't told her I was a virgin during our previous conversations.)
After I ejaculated, we went to take a shower. She was clearly not satisfied and came to me. I sat on the edge of the bed, she knelt on the floor; I stood on the bed, she knelt on the bed. I held her head, watching her give me oral sex, very deep, very fast, very intense. I got an erection again in no time.
This is just a biological instinct; you don't know how the first time, but the second, the third time, you figure it out yourself.
I must say, this woman was really slutty, you could describe her as secretly slutty, a woman with a surprising contrast. She seemed very shy on the surface, but in bed she was willing to do anything, giving herself to me willingly, and she'd move on her own. She was also very good at using dirty talk; when I asked her if I was fucking her good, she'd moan, and she'd say, "Ah, oh, husband

, it feels so good, so great!" Women are the hardest to understand. I've summarized women into two types: difficult and easy. Difficult women are more expressive, more noticeable, and easier to observe, but even after one time, they get tired, and after two times they'll feel satisfied and won't want to do it anymore. Easy women aren't as expressive; maybe while you're still there, her hand gripping your back only tightens a couple of times, and that's it. Easy women can do it many times in one night.
I told this woman her name, but I didn't know the specifics. She said it was her, so I guess I did a decent job. I ejaculated three times that night, all with a condom; I was at least aware of that. Considering the time, she had to go home. As she left, she told me she wanted to come back at 6:30 the next morning, before she went to work, to have one more time with me.
Haha, when I heard that, I agreed verbally, but felt a bit conflicted inside. I'd had enough after so many times, I was already in a state of post-coital bliss. But seeing how unsatisfied she looked, I couldn't refuse. That's a man for you; you can't say no, what if she doesn't want to ask me out next time?
The first taste was pretty good, except I wasn't entirely satisfied with my stamina. The experience was quite good overall; the married woman was open and considerate, she gave me oral sex and penetration.

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