A woman's account of her affair

I enjoy reading ebooks. Back then, it wasn't as convenient as it is now, where you can just tap a button on your phone to read. You had to convert the format on your computer and then download it to your phone. He downloaded a few novels for me. I was deeply attracted by his talent; I felt like he was an encyclopedia, knowing everything and being omnipotent. I admired him greatly. In the spring of 2010, he said he wanted to see me, and I readily agreed. We were thousands of miles apart, and I never expected him to actually come to my city. I was very nervous the whole way. Before we met, he said we had to have sex because only through sex could our relationship be more stable. I only felt at ease coming after agreeing. At that time, I didn't believe him; I thought loving someone had nothing to do with sex. Thinking about this made me even more anxious. We arrived at his hotel quickly. Although we had chatted online for a long time, I still felt uncomfortable meeting him for the first time. He was just like I saw in the video—his eyes weren't big but were very bright and full of wisdom. He was about 1.8 meters tall and slightly chubby. I liked his tall and imposing appearance; at 167cm, I looked petite next to him. He was funny, had a gentle voice, and was very considerate—a true warm-hearted man. He was smiling as he spoke to me. I asked him to teach me how to download ebooks, but all I wanted to do was kill time. I was too clumsy to learn, and I guessed he was nervous too. He said, "Let's not do that now, let's sit on the bed," and pulled me to the foot of the bed. Suddenly, he hugged me and kissed me. Things happened so fast; it's not like a script should be written like this. I was a little flustered. In no time, he stripped me naked. He said he was going to put it in, and I nodded without saying anything. Suddenly, I felt a tightness down there as he thrust deeply inside me. A tingling sensation filled my whole body in an instant, and I still remember that feeling. I told him not to move, but he was too nervous and ejaculated immediately. I was a little surprised and disappointed. Then we took a shower together, and he even helped me wash. I was shy and didn't dare look at him naked. I did whatever he asked me to do. He took my hand and put it on his penis, making me touch it. I held it tightly, afraid to move. He held my hand and stroked it up and down. After a few strokes, it got hard. I squeezed it a little and said, "It's so hard!" He whispered in my ear if I wanted it, and I nodded. Then he pulled me down onto the bed and started kissing me. I have to say, his oral skills were amazing. Every place his tongue touched felt like it was on fire, making my whole body hot and uncomfortable, even the soles of my feet started to burn. My body felt light, and I moaned softly. He kissed me from top to bottom, his tongue touching my genitals. I reached up to cover myself, but he pulled my hand away. His tongue, like a little snake, swept quickly back and forth across my clitoris. The pressure was just right, even better than touching it myself. Occasionally, the tip of his tongue would touch the entrance. My moans grew louder, longing for it to go inside. I could feel that I was already wet down there, a feeling I had never experienced before. For the first time, I felt how wonderful it was to be kissed down there, and my whole body tensed up. Another round of frenzied tongue sweeping followed, and I couldn't help but climax with a throbbing sensation throughout my body. Before I could even rest, he kissed me again, his hand gripping his penis as he thrust it inside me once more. This time, I wasn't so shy anymore, clinging tightly to him, wondering if I'd ejaculate as soon as he put it in, just like before. His hips started moving, each thrust hitting something—he said it was my cervix. Every thrust truly brought me to the peak of pleasure. His penis was thick in the middle and pointed at the tip, which was probably why it hurt, like it was going to penetrate my uterus. My moans at that moment were pure release; the more pain and pleasure I felt, the louder my cries became, without caring if anyone heard. I had a slight cold that day, and I was a complete novice when it came to kissing. He kissed me so hard I could hardly breathe, constantly turning my head to catch my breath. His movements became faster and faster; I couldn't take his thrusts anymore, feeling like I was going to die. It was truly a bittersweet experience, a painful yet pleasurable sensation. Ah! I can't take it anymore! Fuck me, fuck me, let me die! I bit my lip hard, making muffled sounds, and gripped his arms tightly with both hands. At the last moment, I bit his shoulder, wanting him to remember me and leave a tooth mark. I had my second orgasm, but he hadn't ejaculated yet. He suggested I be on top, but I said I was too tired. He let me try, and I was too embarrassed to look at him; the position was really awkward. As I slowly sat down, I slowly closed my eyes and tilted my head back. I was so sensitive; just that one moment felt like I was flying to the clouds again. After resting for a while, I gently raised and lowered my hips, and he made a sound of pleasure. I moved up and down, back and forth, left and right, doing whatever felt comfortable. He supported my hips with his hands, helping me push, and occasionally lifted his hips to thrust against me, one hand holding my breasts and the other gripping my waist. I've never been this crazy before. I started talking nonsense, "Fuck me to death! I'm so happy! I'm going to fly! Harder and harder!" I writhed on top of him like a madman, our fingers intertwined, and I sped up my movements. I was completely insane. When I stopped, I had another orgasm. I lay on my side with my back to him, and he hugged my waist from behind. I was so tired that I was almost collapsing, lying there helplessly, letting his penis penetrate me again. I was too lazy to push him away. I have to admit that entering from behind is deeper than entering from the front. I arched my back in pain. His movements became much gentler. One hand caressed my breasts in front, rubbing my nipples with my index finger and thumb. These were my most sensitive spots. I slowly got used to it. I told him that he could use a little more force. He whispered sweet nothings behind me and breathed into my ear. I felt his fierce assault, and he kept making the most beautiful and primal sounds in the world. Men love to hear women moan. I propped myself up on one arm on the bed, lifting my upper body. With his thrusts, my body swayed even more violently, and the feeling below was even better. We were very compatible in this aspect. I didn't even have to move. He made me moan continuously. The louder I moaned, the more vigorously he went at it. Unable to withstand his fierce attacks, my lower body twitched incessantly, like my mouth was constantly blowing bubbles. Every time he changed positions, he made me orgasm. I was already exhausted, but he still wanted to continue. I admired his stamina; he was working so hard to make me feel good, so why wouldn't I cooperate? He said he had to keep going until I couldn't get out of bed, so I obediently knelt on the bed and let him enter me from behind. He held my waist from behind, making shallow and deep movements, occasionally kissing my back, neck, and ears. Every inch of my skin became incredibly sensitive; I trembled wherever his lips touched. Each time I orgasmed, I was completely exhausted, but when he entered me again, I would scream wildly like I was on steroids. I was almost frantic at this point. He would stop after a few shallow thrusts, making me unbearably itchy both down there and inside. I begged him to go deeper, and he told me to moan nicely. I cried out, "My dear husband, please! Master, my pussy is so itchy! Fuck my cunt harder! Go deeper! Ah! Too deep! Gently, gently!" With each thrust, he penetrated deep into my uterus. I endured the abdominal pain and cooperated as best I could. He pulled my arm from behind, and my whole body swayed back and forth with him, experiencing both pain and pleasure. When I was too exhausted to continue and collapsed on the bed, no longer able to move, he finally ejaculated, a large gush of thick semen shooting inside me. It hurt a little. He took some tissues to wipe away the semen that had flowed out. I liked his attentiveness; it was very charming. Then he went to take a shower first, and after he finished, he helped me to shower. After five orgasms, my legs were so sore and weak that I could barely walk. (I need to rest for a while.)We went out to eat together at Meizhou Risheng Rubber Transmission Belt Co., Ltd., and then watched a movie in the afternoon. We sat in the last row of couple seats. Besides us, there was only one other staff member at the theater. Later, during our conversation, he said he had considered putting his penis inside me, but was worried I would make too much noise and might be caught on camera. I had the same thought for a fleeting moment; if he had suggested it, I probably would have done it. I'm young and fearless, inexperienced, and didn't have many concerns. Actually, he's always been very considerate of me. After the movie, we went for a walk in the park, which he had planned before coming. I like how organized he is; he arranges everything perfectly. Early spring isn't warm, and a cold wind was blowing that day. We walked side-by-side, hand in hand, and he said he would come to see me again when it's warmer. Good times always pass too quickly. I had to go home, and we each had to go back to our own lives. He saw me off at the bus stop, waved goodbye, and I felt very reluctant and sad. The time I spent with him wasn't even as long as the time he spent traveling there. Eileen Chang said the vagina is the passage to a woman's heart; once that relationship is established, it's highly likely she'll fall in love with the other person. We chat on QQ almost every day. He said he misses me and we absolutely must meet again this summer. Last time was too rushed; he wanted to hold me and sleep one night. I thought to myself, I don't usually go out alone. Last time I saw him, my husband called me for a few hours, urging me to come home and asking where I'd been. I couldn't think of any other reason to go out for a few hours or even one night, but I still agreed. [The End]

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