strong woman Ye Zi

I met Yezi on Momo. Before that, I had uninstalled Momo a year ago. The last time I uninstalled it was because I met a successful career woman, the same age as me. We first met at a quiet restaurant called Walnut House. The moment she walked in, she looked at me, and I looked at her. From our eyes, we knew, "Yes, that's her." Later, I often went to her office. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, on her desk, on the sofa, on the floor—her office was full of traces of our encounters. She was a divorced woman with an IUD. Every time, we had unprotected sex and I would ejaculate inside her. She would squirt, and every time, my lower body would be soaked. Later, we left that city and said goodbye with a flourish.

I think Momo is a very boring app. There are too many women who are just looking for a hookup. They ask for money or takeout after just a few words. I don't know if they are stupid or if they think the other person is stupid. So I uninstalled it many years ago. Now I have completely deleted my account.

I met Yezi in the summer. It was around 10 pm that day. Her profile picture was beautiful; she was the type of woman many admirers would dream of. I thought she was just like any other woman, exchanging a few perfunctory words. Unexpectedly, we clicked immediately after just a few casual remarks, and later we talked on the phone for three hours straight. It truly felt like we'd known each other forever. We talked about her marriage, my marriage, her career, my views on many things. There was no forced conversation, no deliberate attempt to please; everything flowed naturally. She often shared my thoughts, and I echoed hers, sometimes even speaking in unison. We were so tired that we couldn't sleep, and the sky outside was already beginning to lighten, before we said good morning to each other and fell into a deep sleep.

Before saying goodbye, we agreed to meet the next day.

The following evening, after a busy day, we met as agreed. Yezi drove to pick me up in a matte black Mercedes, dressed in clean and crisp clothes, looking like a woman in her early twenties, but she was actually a 30-year-old divorced mother. At first glance, her eyes were a little shy, or perhaps she was feigning shyness; I was indeed a little nervous. She was truly beautiful, with delicate, petite features and a near-perfect figure.

Yezi suggested we take a walk nearby, so we strolled along the streets, stopping frequently. We passed a park, and walked and chatted there. From initial awkwardness, we gradually became more familiar with each other. Then, I whispered in Yezi's ear, "I want to hold your hand." She playfully replied, "I'm afraid my heart will race." Receiving her response, I grasped her hand firmly in mine.

I could feel her palms were sweaty. I asked Yezi if she was tired, offering to carry her. She said she was too heavy for me, as she only weighed around 90 pounds. I bent down, and she leaned on my back as I carried her quietly.

When we reached a secluded spot, I gently placed her on a nearby stone bench, turned around, and without a word, pulled Yezi into my arms. She instantly hugged me tightly as well.

We simply held each other quietly; I could hear her racing heartbeat, and I could feel my chest gradually warming. I lowered my head to inhale the fragrance of her hair, then slowly my gaze drifted away, kissing her earlobe, cheek, forehead, and the tip of her nose. Finally, I gently kissed Yezi's lips. She initially flinched slightly, then responded passionately with her tongue. We frantically sucked each other's saliva, our tongues swirling in each other's mouths, until someone walked by, and we reluctantly parted.

Time flew by, and it was almost 11 pm. I suggested taking Yezi home. Our first meeting had given me a very different feeling. I didn't want things to move so quickly, even though I wanted to penetrate her during our kiss, I restrained my emotions.

The next day, I was going to another city. We said goodbye on WeChat, promising to meet again. Our relationship

remained as passionate as ever, sometimes with voice messages, sometimes with video calls. We always seemed to have endless things to say. Sometimes, during video calls, Yezi would look deeply into my eyes and say she loved me. At first, I felt a little flustered, but later I carefully considered my feelings. I did love Yezi. Of all my posts, I've written the most about Yezi. Because she was truly special to me, I harbored feelings of love for Yezi.

A few days later, my next stop was Chengdu. Yezi had opened a studio, and I knew she had quite a bit of freedom, so I asked her if she had the time, and if we could go for a walk in the streets of Chengdu together. Yezi happily agreed, saying she was free anyway and had been wanting to go to Chengdu for a long time.

So I booked a plane ticket for Yezi.

I arrived at the hotel early, checked into a room, and went to the airport to pick her up. As soon as Yezi came out of the airport, she rushed into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. There were so many people at the airport, thankfully she was wearing a mask, and I'm a bit socially awkward.

In the taxi, we held each other tightly, wishing we could enter each other's bodies right

there. When we arrived at the hotel, the moment the door closed, our lips met in a passionate and deep kiss, embracing tightly, and then we took off our clothes one by one until I penetrated Yezi's body, thrusting wildly into her vagina.

[The End]

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