My ex-girlfriend became another man's woman in bed.

On September 13th of this year, I peacefully broke up with my girlfriend of two years.
On the evening of October 10th, at 9 PM, I saw photos of her traveling in
Jiangxi , including a picture of a large hotel bed.
I then clicked into another person's space through the comments below her post. Yes, this was the same man
who took her on a plane the day we broke up.
His two most recent posts were:
September 21st, 3:07 PM :
"Just you and me,"
followed by three pictures. The first picture showed this man smoking in a cool way. The second picture, from the internet,
had the caption : "Song, my surname is Song, but I can't let go of my true love for you, simply because my surname is Song." The third
picture was of my ex-girlfriend, and the clothing in the photo indicated it was taken the night we broke up.
September 18th, 6:35 PM
: "Hello," followed
by another picture, again of my ex-girlfriend, and the clothing in the photo again indicated it was taken the night we
broke up .
The comments below:
Passerby A: Girlfriend.
Passerby B: Showing off her girlfriend.
Passerby C: Okay, just knock her down! (Seems like it's successful now.)
Then I quickly re-registered a Momo account to search for her Momo account, to see her location and time.
The last time was 9 PM, and the distance showed 950 kilometers. Usually, she's 1310 kilometers away from me, in a small coastal county
in Zhejiang . I was on edge, frantically refreshing her Momo and QQ, calling her until
3 AM, but I didn't see her update her time and distance. I knew that everything I couldn't imagine and didn't want to
happen probably already happened.
Today, when I refreshed her Momo login time every second, it was already noon.
We were together for two years, and I know her habits well. She likes to use Momo, WeChat, and QQ when she's not busy, and she won't be
without her phone all the time, unless… I can't bear to think about it anymore.
Maybe all men feel this way: after a breakup, the ex-girlfriend is still theirs, and she can't be touched by other
men . My intense possessiveness made me furious at her actions. Although she was my ex-girlfriend,
the feeling of betrayal was still strong.
However, I could understand her behavior. After all, she was still young, just turned 20. During the two years we were together, she
loved me deeply; she said no one loved me more than her. So, if
she didn't find a new man to help her move on after being forced to break up by my parents, she might live forever in the shadow of loving me
but not being able to be with me.
I met her in 2015 when I was a senior in college, interning at a clothing company. She was 17 then, a blossoming
young woman, a sales assistant at one of the company's branches. I was instantly smitten. Her shoulder-length hair,
sweet smile, and captivating eyes stole my heart.
After graduation, I got a job at a public institution in my hometown. In October 2015, she agreed to be my girlfriend,
and we began a long-distance relationship.
In January 2016, she gave up her family and her store manager position to come to my side. That's when I realized
how realistic this society can be.
They have three daughters, the youngest being two years old, and the second sister is still in elementary school in their rural hometown. Their father works in a small coastal
county , while their mother stays with him, caring for the younger sister. The mother is unemployed and suffers from many illnesses. She herself didn't finish junior high school and
has no marketable skills.
I, who am usually indifferent to everything, am now considering the immense pressure of a long-term relationship with her.
Playing around is fine, but a real relationship might not be realistic.
Because of this immense pressure, I've always kept my distance from her, even treating her poorly. When we sleep
together I do is touch and kiss her. Countless times my penis has been rubbing against her wet opening, almost penetrating, but I
've forcibly restrained myself from taking it any further. Because, in my naiveté, I still think: either preserve her purity or promise her
a future .
Her skin is very smooth, and her breasts are small and oval. The reason I previously mistakenly thought her breasts were large is simply because
bras have so many functions nowadays. She has very little pubic hair, and her labia are large and somewhat dark. Parting her
labia reveals exceptionally pink and tender flesh; licking her vagina seems to release a truly youthful fragrance. She told me she
was still a virgin, that she'd only had one boyfriend, and that aside from kissing her ex, they'd never had any
physical intimacy .
Because she wasn't doing well, she went back to her hometown for the New Year. While she was hesitating about whether to continue being with me, I
persuaded her through persistent pleading.
During the New Year, I tested my parents' attitude; they strongly opposed it. But they were always
working away from home, so they couldn't control what I did, because I wanted to be with my true love.
Her cousin asked me to pick her up from their house, but I didn't go; she came back on her own. That weekend, her
cousin came to "test" me, and her assessment of me could only be described in four words—very unreliable.
I thought her cousin was prettier than her; they looked very alike, with round faces, flowing long hair,
black thigh-high heels, and tight black stockings—very voluptuous, and must feel wonderful to touch.
That night, her cousin stayed at a hotel, and they talked a lot before I went to find them. Her
sister said, "Their second uncle also runs a hotel. It's so dirty inside, full of... that stuff." I pretended not to understand, and she mentioned
condoms .
Her sister was probably implying I shouldn't get her pregnant, but she didn't know I
didn't even dare use a condom.
Later, she told me her sister had a very bad opinion of me, saying we could date, but marriage
was definitely out of the question, so we had to take precautions, because having a child would change everything.
Her sister had a boyfriend before, but then she went drinking with other people, got drunk,
and accidentally slept with someone who liked her. She was still a virgin, and got pregnant on the first try. She had to break up with her ex-boyfriend
and get together with her current husband, a chef at a small restaurant. He doesn't have time for her,
has a bad she's very unhappy.
After her sister left, I slept with her. We couldn't control our feelings anymore; we
kissed and caressed each other passionately. We exchanged our first time, woman on top, she guided my erect penis, aimed it at her
vaginal opening, and slowly sat down. It slid in instantly, without any hesitation.
She screamed suddenly as my penis slid into her warm, wet vagina. I was no longer a virgin.
She was no longer a virgin; we made each other both men and women.
She moved up and down, her vagina, wet with her juices, contracting intensely, squeezing my penis painfully.
Plus, it was so warm inside, my penis couldn't take the stimulation, and my semen gushed out. The first time
ended smoothly within a minute.
After I pulled out, there was some blood on my penis, and some on her vagina. I took some toilet paper
to wipe it off and kept it as a souvenir. She said it hurt so much. I held her tightly again,
looking lovingly at my darling who was crying from the pain, and gave her another gentle kiss.
Sex is like a drug; it's addictive. Once you do it, you want it again; twice, three times,
and you even try different things. The first time we went to the supermarket to buy condoms, the cashier asked if we were underage,
because I'm also petite and have a youthful face, haha.
I said I liked girls wearing stockings and high heels, so she bought high heels and stockings, wore them for me,
and also indulged my lustful desires by wearing them while we made love. However, not long after we got together, I discovered
some of her little secrets.
I found the same netizen calling her "baby" in the comments on her social media and Momo. Later, I learned that she
said she went to Shanghai in December 2015, but it turned out she went with this netizen for two days and one night!
I asked her what happened, and she explained that this man was in his thirties, already married, and she met him through
WeChat's "Shake" feature when she was 15 and went out to work. This "old hand" had always been caring and encouraging towards her; they were
just friends. The trip to Shanghai was arranged before they met, and she hadn't done anything to betray me.
She said she had given me her virginity.
Since nothing seemed amiss, I let it go, but I became a little suspicious and distrustful of her.
I kept checking her phone and questioning her, which often led to arguments. Plus, she couldn't find
a job pay well. At the end of March, she suggested going back to the coast.
To avoid further trouble, I agreed.
After she went to the coast, she broke up with me. I couldn't eat or sleep. At the end of April, I took leave and
flew there to try and win her back. We kept in touch, but our relationship was lukewarm. Then in July, I flew to see her again.
She worked during the day and stayed with me at a hotel at night. Those three days of sex were amazing; I made her
legs sore she couldn't close them. She said her colleagues were laughing at her. No wonder, she's an 18-year-old girl, a virgin.
And it's not surprising either; her colleagues at the shop are all seasoned women. The manager, 20,
has slept with over ten men, was kept by a doctor, and whenever her boyfriend isn't around, she hooks up with all sorts of people,
goes to hotels, and even watched porn with me on her phone. The cashier at the shop has had four or five boyfriends and has had
two abortions. Her new apprentice, a recent high school graduate, is having an affair with a divorced chef in his thirties. She has
hickeys all over her neck at work and had an abortion in June.
Perhaps it was the union of body and soul that made all our previous unpleasantness vanish without a trace. However, as
a sales assistant for a men's clothing brand, and being petite and beautiful, it was inevitable that some customers would flirt with her.
One evening in August, I called her, but she didn't answer. She sent a message saying she was
out , but actually she had gone to see a movie with a male customer. They also went grocery shopping and took a walk on the beach together.
In September, she came back to see me, and we really wanted to have sex. This time, we specifically bought some sex toys online,
completely succumbing to lust in this young woman, including me. However, in the last two days, we had a
huge argument.
First, she was chatting very intimately with a man on Momo, and the photos she occasionally sent me
were all taken with this man, whom she said she met on Momo when we broke up. Second, she was still
in contact with a Momo friend she had gone to Shanghai with before, saying she wanted him to pick her up that night when she got back. Even worse,
I found a secret album in this man's QQ photo album, an album only the two of them could see,
called "Beloved." It was full of photos of my girlfriend, some of which I'd never even seen before. In this
album, I saw many photos of their trip to Shanghai, and even some from Hangzhou—she
actually went to Hangzhou to see him!
When she returned, I forced her to cut off all contact with that man in Hangzhou. Later, she told me
that the man was a gentleman and hadn't done anything to her; he just turned the air conditioning up very hot in the hotel, making my
girlfriend naturally undress.
In December, I took my annual leave to visit her. The first night, she actually went to karaoke with a male customer instead of spending time with me,
which infuriated me. Just this once, to cut off her constant close contact with other men, I made a
bold decision: I wouldn't use a condom when we had sex. Maybe she's still young, only 19, and
still quite playful; maybe she'll settle down once we have a child. However, things didn't go as planned, and it didn't work out; she took
the emergency contraceptive pill I bought.
The long-distance relationship made me extremely insecure, and we were flying back and forth almost every month (
April, July, August, September, October, December 2016; March 2017). Even worse, during
the Chinese New Year period in 2017, she frequently went out at night, and several suitors were pursuing her relentlessly, all of whom she
accepted .
Her strange behavior was gradually revealed through my questioning. Distrust became the biggest obstacle between us;
I liked to check her phone when we were together, which also seemed disrespectful.
She said she only had eyes for me, and no one else mattered; otherwise, she wouldn't have told me the truth and could have lied to
me, which I believed.
Finally, we agreed that I would pick her up for the Qingming Festival, and she would come back to go to nail art school to learn how to do nails, and we would
live together happily. The moment I took her away from her parents, I felt that I could give her happiness
because I loved her and was willing to bear all the responsibility and pressure.
After we got home, I took care of her. She stopped contacting anyone else, diligently studied nail art at school,
and took care of me after school by doing laundry, cooking, and cleaning.
This little cutie really loves sleeping naked, enjoys me rubbing her breasts, and often lets me suckle her nipples,
which really surprises me. She never lets me use a condom during sex, but I still conscientiously bought her a lot of
condoms because I haven't convinced my parents yet; she can't get pregnant.
Since this place is completely unfamiliar to her, and she doesn't have many friends, and my friends don't really talk to her...
She seemed completely out of place. Thinking about her job, education, and family background, she became incredibly insecure.
My relatives weren't very welcoming either, especially after my mother came back for a while; it was like fire and water,
they her out, which really broke me.
This young girl, not even twenty yet, cried every day, and no matter how I argued with my mother, it was no use.
Then, she asked me for a result: marriage! She wanted to be with me forever, willing to endure any hardship
just to be with me, and she wanted to have my baby.
But the problem wasn't resolved, and I didn't dare agree easily. In the end, she couldn't bear the immense pain, and I couldn't
take it anymore, so she broke up with me. I said we could still be lovers even after breaking up, but she said no, she wanted to find a
man and family who wouldn't look down on her, marry him, and forget about me.
Her flight was on the afternoon of September 13th, but she only told me on September 11th that she had made
the guy she initially mentioned buy her plane ticket as early as September 1st; that guy had liked her for a long time.
When we were together, she was a good, sensible girl. Although her
relationships complicated, she never crossed any lines. She was just a simple country girl who needed attention and wanted
more love. However, my ambiguous attitude and the pressure from her parents drove her to deep despair.
On the night of September 11th, we made love for the last time. She wore the sexy wedding dress
and white high heels I bought her, and we made love until my penis couldn't get hard anymore. We hugged each other and cried uncontrollably,
as if this was forever.
She wanted me to ejaculate inside her, but I didn't. I was already an irresponsible man, and I couldn't be irresponsible anymore.
I said I couldn't accept other men entering her body in the future, and she said I would enter other women
's bodies in the future. It was as if I wasn't at a loss!
We were still in contact for the first few days after she left. Later, she called me and clearly asked about my
feelings , and I still hesitated. From then on, she deleted me from QQ, WeChat, Momo, and blocked my phone number
. Thankfully, I can still access her profile, and I can still follow her updates on Momo.
Tonight, the last time she used Momo was a little after 9 PM; perhaps her body, like yesterday, is
still being subjected to another man's penis.
Is it heartache, blessing, letting go, or sinking into despair ?
Only endless pain is truly real.
[The End]

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