【Sex "Player"】(03) Author: Number One Lustful Man

Author: Number One Lustful Man
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(Part 3)

Many years ago, I watched a foreign movie where a man and a woman flirted over the phone, arousing their desires. In the end, they not only found solace in each other
's spirits but also released their pent-up desires through masturbation. It turns out that you can have sex over the phone.

Later, when I went to a foreign country, my original social circle became distant due to the distance, and
it was difficult all at once. Fortunately, the internet, social networking sites, and real-time audio and
video communication tools such as "Instant Messenger" (it seems that QQ and WeChat didn't exist back then) came into being. These online tools made it very convenient for me to communicate
with old friends and make new friends. Of course, I also wanted to try the taste of online sex .

The online social space is truly a sea of people. Men and women use all sorts of strange usernames, wear all
sorts of masks, and have all sorts of purposes, searching for each other and selling themselves. Now I have become
one of them.

My self-introduction is very simple: male, looking for a confidante to make life more fulfilling and
exciting .

Many social networking sites nowadays are paid, but in their early days, searching and
exchanging information was free. Since it was free, many people joined, greatly increasing opportunities for interaction.

First, you search for people you like; those with photos are even more convenient. People, regardless of gender, tend to choose the
most attractive or at least presentable ones. Next, you look at their self-introductions. If you feel a connection,
you send them a message to let them know you exist. Otherwise, in the vast sea of information, who will recognize you?

Many messages disappear without a trace; perhaps the recipient is no longer on the site, or perhaps they
simply don't care and ignore you.

However, someone will definitely reply. With luck, you might receive several messages a day.

A reply means you've made contact, so start chatting. Initially, it's usually a mix of truth and fiction, just casual conversation—it's virtual,
so don't take it too seriously right away. But eventually, you need to introduce some key information, such as profession,
experience, educational background, personality, interests, and hobbies. This way, you gradually move towards a more real connection,
not only but also gaining some understanding.

Those who aren't interested in you might suddenly disappear one day, ignoring you completely.

Some are even worse; they might hurl insults at you before cutting ties. There was a female civil servant I met; we started off chatting quite well and had a
good impression of each other. One day, she suddenly suggested we consider getting together and starting a family.

I said, "No way, I have a wife."

She immediately turned hostile: "You have a wife, why are you even here?"

I was speechless.

However, I reminded her that this website wasn't specifically for matchmaking! I wasn't looking for a wife either. Please read the introduction carefully
next time.

The good thing about the internet is that no one meets in person, so no one can really hurt anyone else; these conflicts are just minor incidents.

Soon, I saw another woman.

Her self-introduction on the website was quite simple: "

This woman, Man'er, divorced, looking for a male friend."

She also attached a photo. Judging from the photo, she was middle-aged, probably around 40, but she
looked very sexy in the photo: reclining on a lounge chair, legs crossed, bare feet. The feet,
being closer to the camera, appeared larger and clearer, while the face was less clear in comparison.

It seems the woman admired her feet and deliberately emphasized them.

This immediately piqued my interest; I pay close attention to women's feet, considering them
part of their female genitalia. Anyone who has read *Water Margin* will remember that Ximen Qing seduced Pan Jinlian by first
touching her small feet. This is not only because women's feet have softer, more delicate skin and more beautiful, sensual curves than men's , but also because a woman's feet can very directly and strongly express her sexual feelings
during sex . This photo of Man'er tells me: this woman is quite bold and open. There's no need for subtlety; she'll be direct, take a gamble, and at worst get slapped (though she definitely won't). I sent Man'er my first text message: "Man'er, after seeing your photos, I want to make it clear that I love your beautiful feet. If I were next to you, I would kiss them, lick the backs and soles of your feet, and suck on every toe." If she didn't reply, so be it; if she did, there was hope. I estimated a 90% chance she'd reply. I quickly received a reply: "Are you a foot fetishist?" I replied: "No, I love everything beautiful about women—beautiful lips, breasts, genitals, thighs, calves, and of course, beautiful feet. I emphasize 'beautiful,' I wouldn't like anything that's not pretty." How shameless! I laugh at myself for it. Two days later, I thought it was hopeless, but then I received her reply: "Are my feet really beautiful?" I replied: "Yes, your feet are beautiful. First of all, your skin is white and delicate, without the calluses, cracks, and rough skin that middle-aged people often have. Then, your feet are beautifully shaped, the size and width are just right, making them look slender but not bony, your heels are small and rounded, and your arches have a certain curve. Especially your toes, which are not only long but also neatly arranged and of appropriate length. So, seeing your beautiful feet is like seeing a woman's beautiful and sexy lips; it gives me an urge to kiss them ." I was telling the truth; I wasn't just trying to flatter her. Man'er replied: "It seems you really have some knowledge. What do you do for a living?" I replied: "I'm an academic, though my research isn't on women. I'm just interested in women and have done some research on them." I asked her in return: "What do you do for a living?" She answered: "I'm a civil servant, working in a government office." I wrote again: "No wonder your feet are so beautiful and well-maintained. You must take good care of yourself too, looking young and beautiful. Could you send me a photo?" At this point, I believed we were already interested in each other. To reassure her, I briefly introduced myself and attached a recent photo of myself (of course, it was 100% accurate).

(It's true), I've always been quite confident in myself.

Sure enough, just one day later, Man'er sent me a set of pictures, but not of herself. At first glance,
the pictures were colorful flowers,
but upon closer inspection, each flower was actually a woman's vulva, carefully embellished to resemble different shapes of women's vulvas. The set even had a
nice name: "Women's Flowers."

I was delighted.

My judgment was indeed correct; Man'er was bold and open, displaying women's genitals, clearly hinting that
I should get straight to the point: talking about sex.

I replied, saying,

"These 'Women's Flowers' are indeed very beautiful, making a woman's very private parts so artistic, elegant, and
alluring! I like them very much, but I'd like to know more about which flower is your vagina? I think your vagina
must be very beautiful."

We were both starting to be completely naked.

She replied,

"Do you really want to see my vagina?"

I wrote to her,

"Very much!"

Two days later, she sent me a picture of her own vagina.

This is a really nice pussy. The color is vibrant, the pubic hair isn't very thick, but it's spread out neatly on both sides.
The labia majora aren't thick, the labia minora are small and parted to the sides, the vaginal opening is slightly open, revealing a little bit of the inner flesh,
covered in sticky love fluid, looking very wet.

Seeing this pussy gives me an urge to fuck her!

With this kind of woman, you have to unleash your lustful nature.

I replied to her:

"What a great pussy! Very tempting, but just looking isn't enough, you have to fuck her to feel satisfied."

She replied:

"You really are a lecher, but I like it. Come on, I'm waiting for you!"

No pretense, completely naked, she really is a slut.

At the time, I was just joking; I couldn't really get over it. I said,

"I can't get over it now, let's chat for now."

She said,

"It's been so long since I've been fucked by a man, I'm so uncomfortable, I'm always wet down there."

I said,

"That's easy, just masturbate!"

She said,

"Yeah! I masturbate all the time."

So I asked her to send me a video of herself masturbating, and she said,

"Why bother with all that? Let's find a suitable time, we'll video chat, and I'll masturbate for you, okay
?"

Wow! Looks like I could watch a live show!

At the time, I wasn't using QQ, and it seemed like neither was she; we were using Yahoo's instant video calling tool.

A few days later, at our agreed time, we connected via video.

She seemed very experienced; firstly, she had all the equipment—a computer, a webcam, and a headset. Secondly,
the webcam was positioned strategically, facing a double bed, and she was wearing a headset, lying naked
on the bed .

The first time I saw her naked, she was about 1.6 meters tall, slightly plump, with a good figure. Her breasts were large,
full, and firm, with dark red nipples. She had little excess fat, and her skin was nice, very white, and delicate. Her thighs were thick,
and her buttocks were large, but her feet were indeed very small and dainty.

She spread her legs in front of the camera, revealing her vulva, just like in the photos she showed me; she did indeed have a beautiful
vulva. However, the camera's resolution wasn't high, so the image wasn't very clear, but it was alright, that's the gist of it.

She started using her fingers to examine her vulva in front of me, first sliding them up and down along the vulva's slit, slowly separating her
labia to reveal her honey hole
.

Then she inserted her middle and index fingers into her honey hole, thrusting them in and out. As her fingers moved in and out of her vulva, I could see a little sticky stuff being brought out by her fingers
, and I could hear her moaning through the headphones.

Soon, Man'er's fingers began to move rapidly, her moans grew louder, her body began to twist,
and her other hand began to frantically squeeze her breasts. I knew she was getting into the mood.

The live stream was indeed very exciting. As I watched, I got an erection, and I
felt a tightness in my chest.

I didn't have a webcam at the time, and even if I did, it wouldn't be convenient to use. So, I had no choice but to loosen my pants and start masturbating my already erect penis while sitting on
the chair .

While masturbating, I said to Man'er,

"Your masturbation is so tempting, it's driving me crazy! I'm masturbating right now!"

Man'er said,

"Then let me see! I want to suck your penis!"

I said,

"I'm not as free as you, a happy bachelor who can do whatever he wants..."

As I was saying this, I cried out, "Ah!" My body jerked, my ejaculation point released, and a stream of semen shot out.

While Man'er was still caught up in her excitement, I told her,

"I have to leave for a bit. I came, and it's all over my pants. I need to go to the bathroom to clean it up."

When I came back to the screen, Man'er was already sitting in front of the camera, still naked, laughing and saying to me,

"You had a good time, didn't you?"

I replied,

"I couldn't help it. I watched a live pornographic film, and I couldn't resist."

For the next six months or so, we chatted online frequently, exchanging adult stories and photos,
as well as clips of adult films, and we often video chatted.

In the past, I always thought that women were associated with being closed off, shy, and elegant. Man'er completely overturned
my perception and gave me a new understanding of modern women:

First of all, women have a strong desire for sex.

Men, of course, also have a strong desire for sex, but their expression is simple. Many men often go straight to the point,
take out their penis, insert it into the woman's vagina, quickly thrust a few times, squeeze out the semen, and that's it. They
forget everything else and even fall asleep. At this point, even if the woman still wants it, no matter how much she seduces or
stimulates him, the man's penis is essentially useless.

Men have a refractory period, which is ordained by God; if a man is always trying to get an erection,
he'll soon be exhausted and die.

Women, on the other hand, don't have a refractory period. A woman's sexual desire isn't just about achieving an orgasm, but rather a more
comprehensive experience , including caressing, kissing, verbal teasing, and full stimulation of her genitals and erogenous zones until she reaches orgasm,
and she can experience multiple orgasms consecutively.

Secondly, women's sexual desire is more intrinsic, more persistent, and more enduring.

When a woman is aroused, her face flushes, her nipples swell, her vagina secretes lubrication, and she
experiences an intense itching sensation, as if thousands of ants are biting and crawling within her. She becomes restless and uneasy. This is not surprising at all;
we learned in biology class that female animals have estrus cycles, desiring and preparing to mate. As higher
animals, humans are even more so.

Unlike men who can achieve an erection quickly, women have a trigger point for sexual arousal. Before this trigger, she only
feels pleasure; after it, she begins to feel excited. As this excitement accumulates, a woman may reach
orgasm . And unlike men, women do not immediately descend from orgasm after reaching it; instead, they
remain in a state of lingering pleasure. At this time, their sexual organs are particularly sensitive, and with slight stimulation, they can immediately
enter new orgasm, or even multiple orgasms.

Unfortunately, this world is very unfair to women. For a long time, rulers, religion, education, and culture have
suppressed women's sexual desires while indulging men's, treating women as playthings. This is well described in novels like *
Jin Ping Mei * and *Dream of the Red Chamber*.

Now, times have finally progressed, and women are becoming increasingly independent. Man'er's behavior is
a symbol of women's liberation; they dare to actively pursue wonderful sex. Men should not feel their status has declined;
on the contrary, they should recognize that men have more opportunities and higher-quality sex.

Some people might criticize Man'er's behavior as promiscuous and licentious, but I interpret it as
a critique of traditional morality, a form of sexual liberation, and nothing to be condemned.

Man'er agreed with my views, and we became increasingly compatible, both eagerly anticipating and planning our
meeting.

Shortly after returning to China, on a warm winter day, I made a special trip to Man'er's city to visit her. As soon as I got off
the train and exited the station, I saw her standing among the welcoming crowd. We had exchanged photos before, so
we recognized each other immediately. Just as I had guessed, Man'er was about 160 centimeters tall,
of medium build, with short hair and a very energetic appearance. Although she was wrapped in thick winter clothes, her breasts were still quite prominent.

Man'er didn't take me to her home but instead took me to a high-end hotel. It was lunchtime, so we
had lunch in the hotel restaurant first, and then went to our room.

A couple like dry tinder, we couldn't contain ourselves. As soon as we closed the door, we eagerly took off
each other 's winter clothes, turned the room's air conditioning up to the maximum, and immediately embraced, kissing and caressing each other. Once the room warmed
up, we immediately removed all our clothes and rolled onto the bed in each other's arms.

I kissed her lips while kneading her breasts. She wasn't young, but her breasts were still very
elastic and felt great. As I kneaded, Man'er's breasts became firmer, her nipples harder, and the areolas
around them turned dark red with small bumps. I started kissing her breasts, taking turns sucking
on her nipples, while Man'er's hands gripped and rubbed my already erect penis. Soon, Man'er
started moaning. I straightened her body, spread her legs, and positioned them in an M-shape, exposing her vulva
to me.

I had seen photos and videos of her before and knew she had a good vulva; seeing it in person, it was indeed impressive:
vibrant color, thick and well-proportioned labia majora, relatively thin labia minora, and sparse pubic hair extending from her mons pubis to her perineum.
Man'er was already aroused, so there was already vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina, clinging to her pubic hair like dewdrops.

I leaned down and took her entire vulva into my mouth. I parted her labia minora with my lips, curled my tongue and
licked up and down her vulva, sometimes going deep into her vagina. My tongue felt sticky, a little salty, a little
sour . My nose touched her urethra and smelled a little pungent. My hands were busy too, grabbing and
squeezing Man'er's breasts.

Man'er moaned and twisted her body, desperately pressing my head down between her legs as if trying to shove it into her
vagina. I withdrew my hand from her breasts and inserted my fingers into Man'er's vagina, thrusting
and stirring. At the same time, I used my best skill, pinching her clitoris between my lips and licking and biting it. Soon
, Man'er began to tremble uncontrollably, crying out,

"I can't take it anymore, hurry, I want your cock!"

I was also in a great mood. I spread her thighs apart and pushed them up to her chest. I aimed my cock at her vagina, rubbing it around
the opening a few times until it was covered in her fluids. With a thrust of my hips, I pushed my cock deep into her vagina and
began to thrust slowly, enjoying the warmth and softness inside. My fingers also kept rubbing Man'er's
clitoris .

Man'er's moans had turned into shouts:

"It feels so good! Your big cock is the best...

it fills my pussy completely, it feels so good...

it feels so much better than when I use my hand to dig into my pussy..."

Hearing these lewd words, I was also aroused, and I thrust into her pussy with all my might, quickly, bringing Man'er's
tender flesh in and out, bringing her pussy juice in and out, stimulating me wave after wave.

Man'er's face was flushed, her breasts heaved, her lips thickened, her eyes were hazy, and she shouted:

"Faster, harder, I'm coming!"

I was coming too! I thrust wildly forty or fifty times, and finally, I
ejaculated deep inside Man'er's pussy.

After we finished, we rested for a while, and then Man'er took me to visit local historical sites, and then we had a candlelight
dinner .

During our conversation, I learned that she worked in a government agency, and was a minor manager. She had divorced her husband a few years ago, had
a son studying in Australia, and lived alone in a large, empty house.

That night, we made love three more times until we were exhausted and finally fell asleep in each other's arms.

Two weeks later, Man'er came to my city.

We first took a bath together in the bathtub, caressing and teasing each other. I suddenly had a whimsical idea and said,

"Your pussy is so beautiful, and your skin is so white. If you shave your pubic hair, it will look like a baby's pussy, so white and tender
, it will be very tempting!"

Man'er said,

"Okay, are you sure you can do it?"

I said,

"I have to shave every day."

Man'er laughed:

"Okay then, just don't make it bleed. Your pussy is much more tender than your lips!"

I got the scissors, razor, and shaving cream, and the two of us shaved our pubic hair in the bathroom.

Man'er's pubic hair was soft and long, so it had to be trimmed short with scissors. We faced each other, and she lay in the bathtub with
her buttocks propped up on my thighs, her legs dangling over the edge of the tub. Her bright red vulva was open. I carefully
trimmed the pubic hair, rinsed it with warm water, and then applied a layer of shaving cream. It felt cool, and Man'er suddenly moved and said,

"It's so cool!"

I said,

"Yes, it feels good to shave."

The hair on her mons pubis was easily shaved clean, and the hair on her labia majora wasn't too difficult either, but the hair in her vulva
was more troublesome. Her vulva was too soft and tender. I had to pull her vulva open and tighten her skin, constantly rubbing her vulva like this
. With the stimulation of the razor, it was itchy, and Man'er's vulva started to flow. When I shaved her perineum and touched
her anus a few times, Man'er trembled a little and said repeatedly,

"I want to fuck!"

I said,

"Bear with it, it'll be over soon, I'll fuck you hard later!"

Actually, I was also holding back, but playing with a woman's vulva was really fun!

After the work was finished, a fair and tender, smooth vulva appeared before us. I was satisfied, and Man'er was also
satisfied and happy, because a white vulva seemed cleaner, fairer, and sexier than a hairy vulva.

Of course, what followed was another sexual battle.

Man'er was a good writer; she wrote a short essay specifically describing our sex and her feelings. It was written
subtly and beautifully.

She wrote:

"The reality of skin-to-skin contact surpasses fleeting promises.

I am happy, I am lucky.

I remember the first time my ex-husband entered my body,

the pain and fainting , the

tension and horror,

the pale face,

the sweat streaming down my skin.

Now, he is excited, wild,

his strong and powerful caresses,

his heavy and sexy breathing,

echoing over my naked skin again and again.

Every deep thrust

is wild and passionate.

The flower, once torn and bloomed,

now, I hear the sound of the flower opening again.

Every transformation is filled with pain,

but this time there is a strange, blissful feeling.

The sunshine is beautiful, the flowers are beautiful,

sex is beautiful, life is beautiful."

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