[Stolen Love Is Also Love] (The End) Author: Xibeibei

Author: Xibeibei
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(Part 1)

At this critical juncture, writing this might get me called a bitch, but I really want to record my current feelings
because things will definitely be different in a while.

I met Lei more than a year ago by pure chance. We had never met in person or exchanged photos.
It was just normal greetings and occasional professional discussions.

From the few chats we had, I learned that he was a young man from Northeast China, born in the 90s, much younger than me. He was
straightforward and, more importantly, didn't flirt at all. I never thought we would cross paths in real life. It all started with
a text message I sent out when I was bored.

At the time, I was on a business trip in a city in the north. He saw my photo, greeted me, and
told me he was there too.

Knowing he wasn't looking for a hookup, as friends who had known each other for over a year, it was only natural to arrange to have
a meal together.

My thought at the time was just to meet up, without thinking too much, especially since he was such a young man.

My impression of Lei was that he was a tall, open-minded, dark-skinned, and somewhat rugged young man.

When I first met him at the restaurant entrance, it completely overturned my online impression of him. When a
handsome young man with a blue shirt, short hair, fair skin, and a sunny smile, holding a phone, told me
he was Lei, I was genuinely surprised. He looked so young, clean-cut, fair-skinned
, and a bit shy.

We had a very pleasant meal together.

We are both cheerful and straightforward people. Communication was very easy, and we discovered that we shared many
surprisingly . There were even some things we did the same, which was quite a coincidence.

After dinner, I wanted to go home, but he said he wanted me to walk around with him, since he wasn't familiar with the city.

I agreed without much thought.

Soon it was quite late, and I said goodbye again. I still remember his expression then—head slightly lowered
, smiling, and saying in a coquettish way, "Stay with me a little longer!"

I found it quite funny; a grown man acting like a child, but I didn't find it annoying; in fact, I thought it was rather cute.

In the following days, Lei kept trying to reciprocate by treating me to a meal, but I was too busy and didn't
think much of it declined.

A week later, Lei called me directly, saying he absolutely had to treat me that day, no matter how late. So

we met again. We had a very pleasant conversation.

In the bustling city streets, as we crossed the street, he grabbed my hand. I
looked at , and he smiled and said, "You always look to the right first. If it's dangerous crossing the street, I'll hold your hand.

" He held my hand, and I noticed he wasn't just holding it; his fingers were spread and intertwined with mine—
a way lovers hold hands.

After we crossed the street, I subtly let go of his hand. He glanced at me but didn't say anything.

After that, I intentionally avoided him, not wanting him to misunderstand, since I have a family.

We met for the third time because he said he needed my help with a tricky matter.

After finishing, on the way home, he still took my hand and very formally told me he
liked me and wanted to be with me, even if only once.

I asked him if he knew I was married and much older than him.

He said he knew and didn't mind. He just liked me and didn't want to disturb my family and life.

I don't deny that I had feelings for him. Just imagine, a handsome, sunny young man, and we
got along so well. Mainly, we were compatible. So I hesitated.

Perhaps sensing my hesitation, he hugged me tightly, kissing my eyes, ears, and finally my lips.

I usually don't like kissing; I hate the feeling of so much saliva. But his kiss, surprisingly, I loved it.
The thickness and size were just right, and it matched the shape of my lips perfectly.

His nimble tongue lightly teased my tongue tip and gently sucked along my lips. My body
reacted immediately, becoming very hot. His kiss felt incredibly comfortable, not intense, but full of tenderness.

We kissed for a long time, so long that I was surprised I could kiss for so long.

I looked at him, still hesitant, and he whispered in my ear that he liked me the first time he saw me, that
he felt his heart race the first time he held my hand, and that he couldn't sleep well because I wouldn't see him. He asked me not to hate him.

I'm not a young girl anymore, so of course I knew this was a pickup line. But it still worked, mainly
because I also had feelings for him, though I couldn't explain why. Thinking that if he wasn't afraid, why should I be, especially since he was
a young handsome guy,

I agreed to meet him.

When we undressed in the hotel room, he gently caressed my entire body. I immediately
felt something; without even a kiss, I was wet.

Thinking that he was his age and his experience and skill were limited, I told him to take it slow.

I was wrong; his technique was amazing. It only dawned on me later that
he couldn't have mastered such skill without at least a dozen girls.

He slowly kissed downwards, burying his head between my legs.

He cupped my buttocks with his hands, his tongue licking along the cleft, occasionally sucking on my labia. It was so gentle and
comfortable; his tongue was hot, sending shivers down my spine.

Everyone's experience is different, but I really enjoy clitoral orgasms.

After a round of sucking, he went straight to my clitoris, rhythmically licking it up and down. Oh my god! His
frequency and intensity were exactly what I wanted. For the first time, I felt my whole body trembling—my thighs, my buttocks—
uncontrollably shaking with his rhythm. The pleasure built up with each thrust, increasing stronger and stronger, until suddenly I climaxed.
In less than two minutes, I came.

I gripped his hair tightly and shouted that I had come.

He climbed on top of me, smiled, and said, "I know, so much water."

I felt a little embarrassed. He kissed my face while putting on a condom.

Finally, he slowly entered me, and I felt myself being stretched open. I groaned comfortably, and
he couldn't help but moan too.

To be honest, his penis wasn't the biggest, but it was perfect for me. He noticed that too.

I had thought that this gentle and sunny man would be as tender and delicate in bed as his kisses. But I discovered he was
a little wolf. He didn't start with the slow, gentle friction of a mature man, nor did he use the "nine shallow, one deep" technique. Young boys are especially...
Some force and impulse drove him to move violently like a pile driver. It felt so good!

You know, what I hate most is slow, drawn-out sex; give me a quick and satisfying experience. His method was exactly what I
liked : loud slapping sounds accompanied by my uncontrollable moans. Time and time again, he brought me to
the peak of pleasure.

He didn't ejaculate for a long time, and when I asked him why, he just kissed my back and said, "I like you,
I want to give you more pleasure."

Finally, during my third orgasm, he shouted and released himself.

The hug and kiss afterward left me with indescribable physical and mental pleasure.

(II)

After the passion subsided, my mind gradually cleared. I couldn't help but ask Lei out of curiosity, "Judging from your performance, you must be very
experienced Tell me, how many older women have you dated? Why do you like dating older women?"

He said very seriously, "Because married women are charming and have good skills?"

Then he asked what I thought of him. He suddenly laughed and said, "You're very beautiful and charming, but your
technique isn't great. But I'll teach you later, haha!"

Actually, I knew my experience was limited and my technique wasn't good, but being laughed at by a young, handsome guy was really
embarrassing . I immediately slid down to his lower abdomen, slowly licking his belly and then moving to his thighs.

Interaction is essential for a truly enjoyable sex experience. What I can't stand is a man who
refuses , just doing it silently; no matter how hard I try, it always feels like something's missing. Just as a woman's moans are a great
aphrodisiac, a man's appropriate feedback, a soft sound, is a form of encouragement and communication. I've always
felt that a man's moans, breaths, and even cries during ejaculation are incredibly sexy.

Everyone has their own habits during sex. Lei and I hadn't discussed it before, but we both found
it was a perfect match—the method, the intensity, and our preferences all worked together.

Licking his penis from bottom to top, he would moan softly when he felt good, encouraging me
to continue , and he would also directly tell me that it made him feel good.

I loved his directness; just hearing his voice made me incredibly excited. We were like we were on aphrodisiacs,
unable to stop once we touched each other's bodies, making love six times in 12 hours. We were
utterly infatuated with each other's bodies, even reluctant to let go of each other's embraces afterward.

He said he loved my eyes, loved my skin. Holding him felt so comfortable, he didn't want to let go.

Actually, I loved his skin too, even his scent was so pleasant.

Because the mattress was a bit hard, his knees were chafed. I joked, "Shouldn't it be the woman's knees that get chafed?"

He stroked my hair and said it was because he couldn't bear to see me kneel.

My heart warmed at that moment, but I rationally reminded myself that this was all a routine; after so many dates, he
must know how to make a woman happy.

In the days that followed, we were like a real couple, holding hands as we strolled through the streets, ate out, and
watched movies.

With more and more contact, we discovered more and more similarities. We had the same taste in food,
the same taste in clothes, the same preferences, and even some unusual little quirks. So many coincidences surprised us
time and time again.

We were always so compatible, and slowly, without realizing it, we started sharing our
lives with each other. He would discuss his work troubles with me, and I would share funny stories from my family with him. Our
relationship without any pressure, and we never argued.

I like little trinkets, and he would accompany me to markets big and small. When I found a jade brush washer
and was overjoyed, he would always hug me and say that I was too easily satisfied. He would give me
something .

Our footprints were left in every street and alley of the city. I felt like I was back in the days of my first love,
kissing him unrestrainedly on the busiest streets, feeding each other cheese at tourist attractions, and being the center of attention. You know,
these were things I would never have done before.

Of course, our passion never stopped. We would make love in private cinemas, watching movies while
he powerfully thrust into me from behind. We would also caress each other on the last bus. Then he
would breathe in my ear and say that if he wasn't afraid the driver would see us making love too intensely and fall into the ditch, he would have wanted
me on the bus.

Every time we booked a hotel room, we made love tirelessly. Aside from eating, it was just making love, then sleeping, and
then continuing. We didn't need much foreplay; a kiss, a caress, was enough to set us aroused. This
feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

I asked him if he often did this, making love 5 or 6 times each time. He said no, he didn't know why
he reacted so well to me, but I felt the same way. It just means we're incredibly compatible.

He often said it was because he owed me money in his past life, so he was waiting for me in this city to repay it with his body.

There are too many coincidences for us to explain; it's all fate, I guess. It's a bit cliché, though.

(III)

I don't want to make any excuses for my infidelity. I
disdain those old clichés like marital problems or disharmony in our sex life.

Infidelity is infidelity. The reason is simple: just as men like pretty girls, women like handsome guys. I
can't speak for all women, but my reason is that I like Lei's sunny and handsome face, his tall and strong body,
and his tireless, aggressive lovemaking. Curiosity and a desire for novelty are my main reasons.

"It's all about sex, not feelings," is a phrase I always remind myself. I have a husband who is just as tall and handsome, and in some
ways he's even better than Lei. I'm not pretending; I love my husband and my family. Our life is simple but real.

At the same time, I also crave the passion and energy Lei brings me; sometimes I feel like he's unlocked another side of me
. I keep reminding myself it's just a fun game.

But people are complex, and feelings can grow slowly with contact; none of us can control that. My
interactions with Lei are so natural and relaxed. He often tells me that he's never been so compatible and
comfortable with anyone, not just in bed, but in everything else.

Gradually, I noticed our dynamic changed. He stopped talking about his ex-girlfriends and stopped
mentioning anything about his past casual sex, no matter how much I asked. Instead, he would press me about my ex-
boyfriends.

When I mentioned that, unfortunately, all my ex-boyfriends were from the south, he asked why. I said it was because...
They were refined, considerate, and intelligent. Unexpectedly, he pushed me onto the bed and forcefully penetrated me from behind
, without any foreplay, venting his frustration. He hugged me and said that all the northern
boys I mentioned could do it, and some were even more vigorous.

I found it laughable; this was ancient jealousy, still acting like that? Childish, so incredibly childish.

To appease him, I said I would only date northern men from now on, but I didn't want to offend him again. He
immediately pinned my hands firmly to the pillow and used his knee to spread my legs. He squeezed in, launching
a new round of conquest.

He became increasingly clingy, constantly asking what I was doing. To be

honest, I liked his clinginess and his affection; it meant he cared about me. But reason told me to
keep my distance, so I often played the role of the cold-blooded one. For example,
when he hugged me and said I was beautiful, I would say I knew my own worth, that he didn't need to exaggerate or flatter me, and that his exes were all much prettier
than me.

When he told me he'd realized he was in love with me, accompanied by a crying emoji, I said, "Get lost
, don't be ridiculous. We're just friends with benefits, friends with benefits for a while."

He said no, we were lovers. I asked him if there was a difference. He said yes, because he loved me.

Suddenly, a part of me collapsed. Yes, only those with feelings can be lovers. I liked him,
and he liked me. We could feel it in each other. It was different from just having sex with friends with benefits. Slowly, I found
myself feeling sorry for him too.

Because of his work, he often traveled all over the country. Once, he traveled for over twenty
hours .

Looking at his exhausted state, I said, against my will, for the first time, "I don't want to." He still hugged me tightly and said,

"You know, these past few days I've been thinking about how to hold you, how to love you."

After we finally made love, he fell into a deep sleep; he was just too tired.

At night, I don't know what time it was, I suddenly felt him slowly kissing my back, and then patiently
kissing my whole body, not missing an inch. He gently squeezed into my body, quietly telling me that he
had rested and his strength had recovered, and now he was making up for it by giving me pleasure. How could one not cherish such a man
?

(IV)

Lei is very young, just graduated, and with his income in this city,
there is . We are still economically disadvantaged.

To protect his self-esteem, I secretly hid my car keys and took the subway with him.
We also shared meals and shopping; he would treat me to a bowl of noodles and I would treat him to seafood.

He would casually mention that he knew how good I was to him and that he knew I had suffered with him.

Actually, I really didn't care about these things. On the contrary, I liked this way more and more. Rather than being in a high-end restaurant,
facing a successful mature man who pretends to be a caring older brother and life mentor, but whose mind is full of thoughts about how to have sex with you later
. I preferred sitting with Lei at a roadside stall, drinking beer and eating skewers, facing our desires head-on.

When he looked into my eyes, his lustful gaze told me he was aroused. I quickly finished the rest of my
beer , grabbed his hand, and said, "Let's go, who's afraid of who!" Then we laughed and ran towards the hotel.

Feelings always grow unexpectedly. It came so quietly that we almost overlooked it. We
got along better and better, and became more and more compatible. He would tell me that he
felt relaxed and comfortable with me, something he had never felt before. I felt the same way; it was so natural and harmonious.

Once, while shopping with my best friend, I noticed a free photo printing machine in a mall, and out of curiosity, I
printed one. Without thinking, I printed a picture of Lei smiling with his head down and put it in my wallet.

My best friend saw it and asked who it was, only then realizing whose picture I had printed. I told her it was a friend.

My best friend, remembering my recent repeated broken promises, said seriously, "You're taking this too seriously. This is really
a bit much."

As a result, a whole afternoon of political education ensued in the coffee shop.

I listened to her lectures; I'm usually a very rational person. This time, I was truly
blinded by her passion. I don't have the right to love, nor do I want to say that Lei and I are in love. It's too complicated; I
can't distinguish it . But I like this passion, and my liking for Lei is undeniable. I thought I'd just let things slide, because I was too
greedy for the passion he gave me. This continued until I had to go back.

As the time to leave drew closer, I felt Lei's unease and reluctance to let me go.

Actually, how could I bear to leave? But I kept telling myself that I had a family to manage, and I had
the responsibility and obligation to fulfill my role as a wife.

Once, we watched a very difficult-to-understand niche art film together. There was a nursery rhyme in it called "Little
Seashell ," and because of the lyric "Don't forget me," he sent me several different versions. Then he asked
if I would remember "Little Seashell." I said I wouldn't

remember "Little Seashell," I would only remember "Little Stone" (because his name has three stones).

He would hug me and silently shed tears, saying he didn't want me to leave, didn't want to let go. He wanted me to be his
lover for life, but I said I didn't want to because I wouldn't be able to when I got old. He said even if he couldn't, he would still give me
oral sex because he was good at it and loved me. I was speechless this time.

The night before I went back, we went to karaoke, hoping for a happy ending. But we
couldn't finish a single song. I was sobbing uncontrollably. I didn't want to cry, I really didn't. I wanted to say goodbye gracefully, but all
the lyrics seemed to reflect our situation, filled with so much helplessness and reluctance.

He chose "A Thousand Songs," and he actually knew it! I was astonished.

You see, once when we were walking down the street, I hummed a melody, and he asked me what song it was. I
told him it was one of my favorite old Cantonese songs. He, a 90s kid, wouldn't know it.

He snorted and said, "So what if she's a few years older? Is there really such a big generation gap between 80s and 90s?

Aren't there many couples with decades of age difference who are just as happy?" I just shook my head helplessly and said he didn't understand.

Back at the karaoke bar, I asked him why he knew how to sing. He said it was because he liked it, and he secretly learned it.

I think our room was the only one in the whole karaoke bar where we just played the instrumental version and cried our hearts out. He
cried and said he loved me, and I told him, "The word 'love' is too heavy; it carries too much responsibility. Our lightheartedness and happiness..."
It arose in a relationship so simple it was almost a vacuum, it wasn't real.

I have no right to preach, what right do I have to preach about love? I was trying to convince him,
and in doing so, I was also convincing myself.

Lei just held me and cried, saying he would stay, always stay, and never leave. But I knew
I might never see him again in this life. I have a home, I have to go back, that's where I belong. The melody of
"A Thousand Songs was still playing, and we sang together, choked with sobs, the last line, "Because I don't know when I'll sing with you again."

Finally, I dragged my luggage home. My husband gave me a big hug, saying how much he missed me.

Looking at his face, I felt guilty, but no regret, really no. I don't regret having such a
brilliant . Lei is a rainbow in my life, so beautiful and unforgettable.

But my life goes on, my responsibilities and my love are at home. For Lei, I like him, I'm infatuated,
but not in love. I want to thank Lei, even though we'll never see each other again, I sincerely thank him for giving me such a
brilliant fireworks display. The scalding hot pebble will always remain somewhere in my heart.

[The End]

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