【Those Past Stories of Temperament】(The End) Author: Unknown

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Life always seems rushed and hurried. On this ordinary early summer night, while putting my two-year-old daughter to sleep,
I lay in bed, looking at myself in the mirror opposite me. I still seemed young, my long, curly hair scattered on
the pillow, my skin still fair, and my eyes. Countless people have said that my eyes are like
stars in a cold night sky, the most beautiful part of my features.

Suddenly, memories surged like a tide, so many chaotic and pale faces, so many blurry yet clear
past events, all flashing before my eyes.

Therefore, I want to write down those youthful years, those people I loved or didn't love, those
sexual encounters, whether due to love or unrelated to love.

I. My First Love

Perhaps it was the purest and most beautiful love of my life.

I was only 17 then, an innocent age.

The days we spent together were as clear and bright as a stream.

Sex happened naturally, because of the truest love.

Even now, I still feel that it was love.

So many years have passed, I don't really remember how it felt back then. I only remember that I thought his thing
was too big and always made me feel pain.

I remember him jokingly saying, "You think it's bad now, but you'll know how good it is later!" Haha, after
experiencing so many men, I do think he's pretty good.

But when I was with him, I didn't find sex particularly enjoyable. Maybe it was because it was our first
time and we didn't have much experience. I always felt a little pain, and I went to meet him just because I loved him and
wanted to make him happy. I was completely giving in the way I was having sex with him.

Later, we broke up. I can't remember why we broke up, but it seems that's how first loves are—
ending without a trace .

We didn't keep in touch for several years, but now we're good friends, closer than ordinary friends, like family
. But we've never had sex again. We

've truly become just good friends! It might be hard to believe, so I cherish this friendship even more
! Now he's about to become a father, and I sincerely wish him all the best!

II. The Northern Boy

: He wasn't my second boyfriend. After breaking up with my first boyfriend, I was always afraid, afraid that others
would know I wasn't a virgin anymore, so for a long time I resisted boys.

During university, I dated a few boys, some genuinely, some casually, but nothing really progressed. We mostly just
went to class together, studied together, and maybe watched a movie together.

I met a boy from the North at a bar.

Clubbing was all the rage back then, and my roommates and I were obsessed, going two or three times a week.

That's how I met him .

He was very tall, around 186cm, thin, and looked a bit like Lin Zhixuan.

Quite handsome! He had the typical Northern boy personality: straightforward, simple, naive, and a bit of a chauvinist.

However, he was genuinely good to me.

After dating for a while, we had sex at a small hotel near his school.

What I remember most vividly is him licking my genitals. I was shocked, shy, and a little resistant.

He was quite domineering; during sex, he was always very forceful, thrusting hard into my body. Although
I felt a little uncomfortable, I also liked his domineering nature; it gave me a feeling of being conquered.

However, our time together wasn't very long. I was recommended by my school to work in another city after graduation, and
we separated . Perhaps I didn't love him very much, so I didn't contact him.

Back then, cell phones weren't so common, so naturally, he couldn't reach me either.

And so, time faded our relationship.

III. The Gentleness of Hainan

, let's call him W.

This was a boy I met while working in Hainan.

Alone in a foreign land, without friends or family, and surrounded by colleagues who were rather unfriendly, I
was only 20 years old then, and didn't know how to make myself happy in such a difficult environment. So, I
spent my days in depression, loneliness, and sadness.

W was also a boy I met at a bar.

We spotted each other across the table, across the crowd of people dancing wildly. In the noisy environment, we both
seemed so lonely.

He raised his glass to me, and I smiled and drank my drink.

We slept together after knowing each other for three days.

On the first day we met, in the bar, we drank and drank, until finally he came over, pulled me
outside, and asked for my phone number.

On the second day, he waited for me at my workplace, holding roses and a gift.

(I forgot what the gift was.) On the third day of our getting to know each other, he picked me up from work, took me to the best
hotel for dinner, and told me about the city.

Finally, we got a room.

He was clearly inexperienced; he ejaculated very quickly.

However, we would have sex many, many times throughout the night.

And he loved kissing me, with incredibly gentle kisses.

To be honest, being with him was more about escaping the loneliness and boredom of being alone in a foreign land.

He was so good to me.

I love starfruit, so he bought a lot, peeled it, cut it into small pieces, and fed it to me.

I wanted to see the most beautiful sea, so he took me to his hometown, Wanning,
and cooked seafood for me himself on the beach at dusk, in a bamboo house by the sea.

I truly enjoyed his kindness.

But he couldn't be with me. At that time, he was still studying at university in Beijing and only came back to Hainan for the holidays.

After the holidays, he had to go back to Beijing.

A few months later, I also returned to my hometown.

I decided to break up with him, but shortly after I returned home, he came to my house from Beijing to see me,
making vows of eternal love , asking me to wait for him to graduate and to be with me.

However, the distance between us, coupled with my return to my hometown, meant I no longer relied on his tenderness.

Slowly, things drifted apart.

But to this day, I am still grateful to him for the days he spent with me.

He truly made me feel warm and happy.

Fourth, the boxing coach

. He was also a man I met in Hainan.

I was 20 years old then, and he was 38, divorced.

He ran a boxing gym in Haikou with gambling elements, hosting nightly matches with betting options.
During the day, he was a boxing coach.

I met him at a dinner party; W had already returned to Beijing to study.

At the time, the only woman in her thirties I knew in Hainan took me out to dinner. He was a friend of
a friend , quite far away. He sat next to me, and during our conversation, we discovered we were from the same hometown.

We exchanged numbers.

He wasn't tall, but he was exceptionally strong and muscular. Although he was almost forty,
he didn't look old at all.

We had sex three times.

The first time, I was almost forced.

He was too strong; I couldn't resist at all.

However, I can't deny that he gave me a comfortable feeling—not an orgasm,

just pure pleasure .

None of the boys I'd been with had ever given me that feeling.

So the second time, I almost longed for it and went to bed with him, and I was quite cooperative.

We did it for a very long time; later, I checked the time—over an hour.

He used various positions to give me different sensations. He penetrated me from behind, caressed my breasts, and
encouraged me to sit on top of him, teaching me how to make myself and him feel comfortable.

He was, to a large extent, my sex teacher, giving me a moment of enlightenment.

Later, after I returned to my hometown, he came back to see me once, and we rekindled our romance.

He wanted me to go to Hainan with him again, and he had already bought a small house to secure a job.

Of course, house prices weren't as high back then.

Looking back now, he was still somewhat sincere towards me.

However, I didn't go with him at the time, and he got a little angry and went back to Hainan alone.
After , he gradually gave up on the idea.

V. Anonymous

Not long after returning from Hainan, a friend of my parents arranged a job for me, a relatively easy job.

By then, I was no longer an innocent little girl. Although I was only 21, after
what happened, I always had some longing in my heart.

But at that time, I didn't have a boyfriend, so I was extremely bored.

I met a guy online, whose name I can't even remember now.

His house was near my workplace.

Once, we arranged to meet at his house for dinner (looking back, it was really silly), and then it happened.

My memory is hazy; I basically have no recollection of it.

I didn't have very good feelings for him, and since I changed jobs soon after, we lost contact.

Sixth, "Kind Person."

His online name was "Kind Person." We chatted for less than half an hour before arranging to meet.

Of course, it wasn't for sex; it was just a simple meeting with an online friend, which seemed quite popular back then
.

He was quite handsome, four years older than me, with a stable job and a bright future.

After dating for a while, I realized I liked him a little, and he seemed to like me too.

We were planning to develop a romantic relationship.

But strangely enough… we never became a couple.

He was quite capable. He

seemed like a seasoned player.

And he had a long penis and many techniques, always leaving me exhausted.

I had feelings for him back then, but he was inconsistent in his approach. Out of modesty, I stopped
showing my feelings, and we just dragged things out. Slowly, I met other men and eventually
gave up on him.

But to this day, we're still friends—a strange kind of friendship. We can go a year without contacting each other, but
a single phone call is enough to sit down for a meal or tea.

Of course, we haven't had sex since.

He's married and I'm married, and we don't want to ruin the beautiful relationship.

We've discussed why, even though we both had feelings for each other, we didn't become a couple!
Maybe it was his uncertainty and my modesty. Haha, we just weren't meant to be.

Seven, shortly after my husband broke up

with the "kind person,"

he met him—the
man who is now my husband and the father of my daughter.

Our meeting was funny and accidental.

But it only took us nine days from meeting to sleeping together.

He even had a high fever that day, yet he still slept with me while sick.

To be honest, he's the most sexually satisfying man I've ever been with.

His penis isn't very long; I measured it later, and it's about 12 or 13 centimeters, but it's very thick, incredibly hard
when , and slightly curved with a large head.

My husband is 12 years older than me, but we have an exceptionally harmonious sex life, and he was the one who gave me my first
orgasm.

Now, I orgasm every time we have sex, and more than once.

He's a man who understands women very well; he knows how to please me, and my satisfaction and happiness are his
greatest joy.

In this respect, I feel very lucky.

I love him very much.

He's also the first and only man I've ever performed oral sex on.

Before, and even now, I've always felt that men's penises have a certain... unique smell, and I'm not
used to that smell.

I'm willing to perform oral sex on my husband purely out of love.

I even read articles on sex education websites about how to perform oral sex in a way that makes men comfortable, and then I try it
on . He's always very excited and happy.

Seeing him happy makes me happy too.

He'd been with quite a few women before me, so he's a sexually experienced man. He knew
I wasn't a virgin when we got together, but thankfully he doesn't have a virginity complex and doesn't care much about the past.

I love the feeling of making love with him; it's truly satisfying and joyful.

He likes to nibble on my ears and kiss the back of my neck, which are my sensitive areas and drive me crazy.

And he's never in a hurry to penetrate; he always lingers there, making me incredibly aroused,
before suddenly thrusting in. At that moment, I feel like I could die.

Hehe… However, he also has many things I'm dissatisfied with, which led to the later events. My dissatisfaction with him
mainly stems from our lifestyle.

Living together as a couple is truly filled with countless trivialities and frustrations… but that's a story for later.

Eight,

During my courtship with my husband, we had a huge argument about buying a house for our marriage. In a fit of anger, I went to Yunnan
alone and stayed for a month.

In Kunming, I met a rich young man. I call him a rich young man because his father is a wealthy
businessman ; he's a good-for-nothing playboy who drives fancy cars, drinks fine tea, and is always
accompanied by a bunch of his cronies, loitering around the streets.

Perhaps in his eyes, I was a mysterious, melancholic, and somewhat beautiful woman.

Even more interestingly, we were born on the same day and month, just in different years.

To him, these were all so-called "fate" in his boring life.

He's rich, so he's naturally generous, and he has some skills in pursuing women, plus a group of cunning advisors giving him
ideas and schemes… At that time, I was extremely angry with my then-boyfriend, now my husband.

With such a wealthy man showering me with attention, I naturally succumbed to the allure of fleeting vanity… I'm not making
excuses for myself, really. Faced with a car and a room full of pink roses, and with a group of people treating me like
a princess , I felt a dizzying, explosive sensation.

He was a bit chubby; what I remember most clearly is the fat on his stomach.

During sex, he would often utter words I couldn't understand because he grew up abroad and his Chinese
wasn't very good.

Perhaps at that time, he couldn't express his orgasm in Chinese?! Haha~ He also liked me to
call him "husband" during sex, but back then, I absolutely refused.

And every time, I had to get drunk before going to bed.

In his eyes, I had endless sadness and mysterious secrets, but for me, I just didn't want
to betray him so openly…

Nine, Old Mi in Lijiang

. In Lijiang, through a group tour, I met a guide named Old Mi, whose real name I still don't know.

It all happened in a daze… to this day… I regret it.

But, strangely enough, he also made me experience orgasm.

At that time, he took me to Shangri-La. We comforted each other in a hotel room on the grassland.

His penis was long and thin. Anyone who has experienced it knows that the feeling of a long and thin penis
is very different from that of a thick one. I can't explain it clearly, but I can only say that a long and thin penis has its own comfort, and a thick one has
its own pleasure.

In short, I regretted most of the things I did during my month in Yunnan.

Ten,

After returning from Yunnan following the car accident, my relationship with my husband was still not good. We often argued and got angry about marriage.

Perhaps dating is simple, but when it comes to marriage, there are many, many things involved, involving both
families and other people.

I was really frustrated at that time.

We also drifted apart a lot.

But we didn't break up.

I met a man through NetEase's local dating service. He

was 8 years older than me and was divorced at the time.

He was very tall, 185 cm, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, handsome, and had a good job and a high position. He
was bachelor.

He fell in love with me at first sight. He knew I had a boyfriend, but he still said he would try to win me over.

He picked me up from work every day, and even when he went on business trips abroad, he would send me postcards and gifts. He took
me golfing, taught me about fine red and white wine, and showed me that there was such a
way of life.

My heart slowly swayed; I became increasingly enamored with the world he had opened up for me.

Just when I decided to break up with my husband and be with him, we even booked
tickets , intending to announce my decision that way.

But that very night, on his way home, he was in a serious car accident.

Of course, we both survived, but he still has metal pins in his left arm.

He was hospitalized and the accident treatment took a long time.

During this time, my husband's attitude towards me improved significantly, making me hesitate about whether I really wanted to leave him and
be with him.

I am still very grateful to that young police officer. At the accident scene, he was responsible for keeping my belongings safe.
He didn't reveal my ticket; instead, he chose a time when no one was around to ask me what to do with the expired ticket and
whether I needed to give it to my parents to get a refund.

I asked him to quietly tear it up for me… Of course, my husband found out about him.

Maybe that's why

he became worried about me. After being discharged from the hospital, I lost my job and was quite depressed, but he was still very good to me.

He helped me find a storefront, paid the deposit, and wanted me to open a shop. He even accompanied me to buy things and stock up on inventory, and he
gave me some money.

My husband was very busy at the time. He knew I was opening a shop, but he didn't have time for me at all.

The business and tax procedures, the inventory and decoration matters required for opening the shop were giving me a terrible headache.
Without his company and support, I definitely wouldn't have been able to persevere.

It was during that time that I slept with him… To be honest, after sleeping with him, I realized that I didn't love
him, or rather, I wasn't with him for who he was, but for the new and exciting world he brought me.

I hated watching his expression during sex; I found it ugly, even though he was quite handsome.

I don't know why I felt this way; I never felt
this way ! Later, he confronted my husband and made me choose.

I was in so much pain. Emotionally, I loved my husband, but I felt he didn't care enough for me.

It was an exceptionally painful afternoon; I still clearly remember the intense ache in my heart.

The two of them sat across from me, waiting for my decision.

In the end, I chose my husband.

He returned the money he had given me

and took me away.

It was the first time I saw tears in my husband's eyes. I knew he still cared about me and loved me.

It was just that the pressures of life were too great; he couldn't attend to every single one of my needs and feelings.

Soon after, my husband and I got married.

He even went to my parents' house to tell them about his feelings for me, but I never saw him again. I
didn't want him to suffer, and I didn't want my husband to be unhappy.

XI. One-Night Stand

Logically, after all that, I should cherish my life, cherish my relationship with my husband, and live a good life
.

But I'm ashamed; perhaps I'm a bad woman at heart, unable to bear loneliness.

A little over a year after my marriage, I had a one-night stand.

Of course, it happened during the day, only once, and then there was no further contact.

I forgot what the man looked like or his name.

It happened in his car; we drove to the suburbs and then did it.

His penis was long, but it wasn't very hard, just semi-hard, but
hard enough .

I was heartbroken during it, feeling so cheap.

I started to hate myself.

When I got home, I felt so guilty in front of my husband and vowed never to do it again.

Twelve, my lover and I

were quiet for a long time, about two years, during which time I became pregnant and gave birth.

But during my pregnancy, many things happened with my husband, deeply hurting me.

My pregnancy was very difficult; I vomited constantly from conception to delivery, and my body was very uncomfortable, so we didn't have sex
until three months after giving birth.

During my pregnancy, my husband was working on a construction project in Beijing. Unable to bear the longing, I went to see him while five months
pregnant , but it broke my heart.

There was a female designer in Beijing with him, and they were having an affair.

Although I had no proof, my woman's intuition and the way she looked at him told me that woman was
definitely not innocent.

During that time, I accidentally looked at my husband's phone and saw a text message from an unfamiliar number; the content was incomprehensible.

Perhaps it was just intuition, but I secretly wrote down that number.

After returning to Wuhan, I checked his call history, and that number made an astonishing number of calls, including long-distance calls late at night
.

Even when I was pregnant with his child, he didn't call me that many times.

Later, I asked my husband, and he denied having any relationship with that woman, saying they were just chatting.

So we became entangled, I cried every day, and we argued every day… I feel that those ten months of pregnancy
were the most painful years of my life; the physical discomfort and the emotional blows… brought me to the brink of collapse!! I
admit , even now, I still harbor resentment towards my husband.

After giving birth to my daughter, I recovered quickly. My figure and appearance were exactly the same as before I got married,
perhaps because I was young and recovered quickly.

So, if I went out and didn't say anything, no one would believe I was a mother.

I found a relatively easy job as a clerk.

But I only worked there for eight days.

However, it was this job, which I only worked for eight days, that led to my first lover.

He was my boss.

While working there, we hardly spoke.

On my last day, he asked me to send him a file from the computer I used,
and we added each other on QQ.

Then, I suddenly quit.

After quitting, I ran into him on QQ. He asked me why I quit.

He said he always considered himself a good boss; no one had ever worked for him for eight days and then left without
giving him a reason.

He was very angry and hurt.

So, we became online friends.

I have to admit, he was a very cultured man. He was fluent in French, a professional level 8, and a

level 10 pianist.

His eyes were deep and captivating.

He gradually got to know me through our conversations and began to discover that this quiet, unassuming woman was actually quite
interesting.

Later, he treated me to dinner, and we watched "The Myth" together.

After that, we dated frequently, and eventually, we slept together.

He was married, and so was I; we both knew we couldn't cross each other's lines, so our
relationship was the purest form—that of lovers.

Although he was a mature man, his life experience was relatively simple. His wife was his third girlfriend, and
after marriage, he had lived a very conventional life, never having been with another woman. Therefore, he had virtually no
experience , far less than my husband.

He seemed rushed and only interested in satisfying himself.

I even taught him many techniques, and during that time, he was completely infatuated with me, always saying he
would die for me.

This relationship lasted for about a year. Later, I gradually lost interest in him, and
we contacted each other less. He was a smart man and naturally understood my meaning, and consciously stopped contacting me.

But now, we occasionally call each other for a few casual words, and I'll send a New Year's greeting via text
message.

Thirteen, Farmer:

He's my online friend; we've chatted for a long time, but we've never met.

He's a farmer who owns a fairly large hotel—the kind of well-off country bumpkin.

He always brags online about how big his penis is and how good he is in bed, constantly asking me
to have sex with him.

He says that if I don't agree, he won't force me.

I've met him a few times; he's burly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a prosperous-looking face—he seems like a very loyal and
impulsive man.

Once, I needed to go to a far place at night and couldn't get a ride, so I called him. He drove
me there in the middle of the night, more than two hours from the city, and then drove home himself.

So, I have a pretty good impression of him.

On my 26th birthday, it was pouring rain. I was in a bad mood, and my husband, as usual, didn't spend time with me. So I
thought of him again and called him to come out. He obediently came out, and I said, "It's my birthday today, will you spend it with me?"

He immediately shouted, "Why didn't you say so sooner? I could have prepared a gift! How can I celebrate
your birthday empty-handed?"

I said, "Forget it, I don't want any gift from you, just come with me."

He then treated me to dinner and asked what I wanted to do. I said I wanted to go to XX Lake, but his car had an odd-numbered license plate and
couldn't cross the bridge. I looked at him and asked, "What should we do?"

He patted his chest confidently and said, "Just go for it! Fines are fine, points are points, as long as you're happy,
it doesn't matter!" Hearing him say that, I was quite touched and impulsively said, "Then let's go to a hotel!" Unexpectedly,
he was quite shy and said, "Don't force yourself, I don't want you to regret it."

The more he said that, the more insistent I became.

I booked a room at a four-star hotel. As soon as I got in, I went to take a shower, cursing myself for
being so cheap.

After I finished showering, he went in, coming out with only a towel wrapped around his lower body.

We started embracing, and then he entered me.

Honestly, his penis was really big, thick and large, even thicker and longer than my husband's
. It hit my head as soon as it went in, and it was a little uncomfortable.

During sex, I tugged at his earlobe, thinking he looked like a Maitreya Buddha, which was kind of funny.

I quickly orgasmed, and he hugged me, incredibly excited, saying he was so happy, he never thought we could actually do it
, saying he only talked about it online, and that he really liked me.

I never went out with him again. When we occasionally met online, he would always ask, "Let's do it again."

I always refused.

Fourteen, The reunited lovers

enjoyed a period of peace. I decided I would never cheat again and would live a good life with my husband.
No matter how , we already had a child, and we should make the best of it.

I never expected to run into my former lover again. To call it a reunion is an understatement; he
painstakingly searched for me from among the masses.

We had a brief three-month relationship in college.

Nothing happened during that time.

For me, it was just a fleeting interlude; if we hadn't met again, I probably would never have thought of him again.

But for him, I am a dream in his heart, something he can't let go of, even though he is now a husband and
father… He works in an important government department, a mid-level official, busy and under
immense .

But for me, even with the smallest worries, he patiently offers his most thoughtful
advice.

He cares about my life, my work, my daughter, and my relationship with my husband.

He loves me.

Yes, he loves me.

I can feel it; it's genuine love.

He doesn't want to break up my family or disturb my life; he just wants to be a part of
it.

I don't love him, but I need him.

Because I so desperately need someone to care for me, to ease my worries, to help me with
things I find difficult, and to be there for me whenever I need them.

I'm really selfish; emotionally, I love my husband, and spiritually, I need him.

Perhaps as a way of repaying him, or perhaps because I wanted him to care more about me

, I gave him what he'd always dreamed of: myself.

What I never expected was that this tall, handsome man would be so terrible in bed.

We've been to a hotel four times so far; twice he couldn't get an erection, and twice he successfully
penetrated , but ejaculated within a minute.

He joked that it was due to work pressure, frequent social engagements, and excessive smoking and drinking.

Actually, I don't mind; I wasn't with him because I needed sex.

But I still feel really sorry for him. For a man, this is such a sad
thing! Really, men must cherish their bodies. I feel sorry for his wife; I've experienced
sexual happiness, so I understand how unhappy his wife is!

15. Postscript:

The recollections are finished, recounting the men who have entered my life, men I loved and men I didn't.

My current state is with my husband and this former lover.

You might scold me, throw eggs at me, haha, I want to scold myself too.

But I truly believe my husband is the best.

He just doesn't have enough time to be with me and comfort me, doesn't understand my inner world, doesn't know
what I want, he never has time to take me on vacation, not even a full weekend with me.

I am a woman, and a very fragile and sensitive one at that. I need so much love to calm myself,
to keep me from panicking.

My husband can't give me any of that.

I've finished writing, my feelings are complicated. To be honest, I feel guilty towards my husband, but I also have a
very happy feeling… Sigh, maybe there's something wrong with me…

[The End]

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