My first time sleeping with a woman (Simplified Chinese)

It was truly a wonderful experience. It made me feel that sex is clean, soft and beautiful like a cake, exuding

the fragrance of youthful petals.

Perhaps, only with a woman can one have such an experience. When I'm with a man, I never have an orgasm, and it hurts,

especially when they try to penetrate me; my vagina spasms involuntarily, and the pain extends all the way down my spine.

So, I'm still a virgin. Perhaps it's just that in China,

there are too many cultural constraints on sex between opposite sexes, and no sensitive person can completely escape them.

But with a woman, I feel no pressure whatsoever. Sex is sex, inherently beautiful, and there's nothing

superfluous to interpret it, or rather, I can interpret and imagine it freely. Because this kind of sexual

experience is relatively uncommon, not many people write about or express it, and even fewer people

add too many moral constraints or behavioral patterns to it. It's still a blank sheet of paper; you can write on it freely

, using your freshest and most unique senses of touch, taste, sight, and imagination.

That evening, I took a car to the deserted place where she lived. Above me was a massive concrete overpass,

its rough and ruthless appearance in the dim light instilling a vague sense of dread. I guess I ultimately hate

cities. Fortunately, after a short walk, I arrived at her place—an old house with high walls and a backyard.

In front of the house was a large lawn, and further in front was a small river. Coupled with the cool November evening breeze, it truly

felt like a rural dwelling.

She was quite cute, with pink and tender skin, full and petite, but her voice was remarkably mature. I

didn't feel an immediate spark when I saw her, nor did I have any fantasies. She, on the other hand, made flirtatious remarks from time to time, leaving me unsure

how to respond.

It was our first time, after all, and we were both a little awkward and nervous. We had a few drinks at a barbecue stall and

then went to her place.

The house was very clean and tidy, with a faint fragrance. There were deep red sheets and a large, eye-shaped television.

We lay in bed in our pajamas.

I still didn't feel any desire to make love. Even then, I thought: forget it, I'll just go back to

being heterosexual! Looking at her beside me, I felt a little awkward, unsure how to approach her,

so eager .

I even worried about what would happen if she didn't react at all.

Before I could even react, she turned off the light.

Her lips pressed against my cheek, kissing me. Her tongue playfully teased my ear. I

was incredibly sensitive there, and I started to get excited.

I held her; she was soft, with a milky scent, like a baby. I told myself to experience this first intimacy

like !

So I relaxed and began to gently caress her. Our desire seemed to be synchronized,

neither too fast , slowly burning from the depths of our hearts.

Perhaps "desire" isn't quite the right word. Because the feeling wasn't restless or stormy,

but rather warm and lingering like milk. A warm milk flowed through my veins, slowly permeating, eventually taking over

every cell in my body.

We had agreed beforehand that she would be the dominant one, meaning she wanted to be more proactive.

So, she started playing with my breasts. It was her first time too, but she seemed very skilled,

as if she understood my feelings perfectly, much better than those impatient guys.

A tingling, itchy feeling spread deep inside me. I really love my nipples; they're incredibly exciting.

So I lifted her clothes and started touching her breasts, just like I would my own.

It was a wonderful experience, like I suddenly became two people, as if I were masturbating.

The uninhibited feeling of masturbation mixed with the stimulation of contact with a stranger, my swelling desire felt like a balloon

about to burst the small room.

I think the stray cat wandering outside the window must have sensed the atmosphere inside.

Yes, she was like a kitten.

She started licking my nipples again. The itch tingled in my nerves, and I was panting.

Her hands gently tapped and circled my body, and I realized then that my whole body was covered in

erogenous zones. It wasn't the slightly painful, arousing feeling of sex with a guy, but rather like being immersed in a hot spring, swimming freely

like a fish . 　　At that moment, I suddenly realized that same-sex sex is far more beautiful and pure than heterosexual sex sex. 　　Between heterosexuals, there's always an inescapable sense of SM, and the shame of . 　　But these feelings are completely absent in physical contact with a woman. 　　What hasn't been tainted by culture is always the best. Same-sex sex, precisely because it's been ignored by the culture, has maintained its freest and most natural state. Heterosexual sex, on the other hand, is burdened by too many constraints and asymmetrical expectations, making it feel exhausting. Like this chaotic and desolate city, it can never compare to the serene beauty of this refreshing place at the foot of the mountain. 　　Then, she put her hand inside me. 　　Completely wet; it was the first time I'd ever been so wet. 　　She teased me, playing with me as if I were playing with myself. 　　And I, too, put my hand inside her. 　　Completely wet too. Glistening with moisture, so exciting. 　　I played with her as if I were playing with myself; the itchy and tingling sensation spread from my fingers throughout my body. 　　There was no feeling of being violated like I did with a boy. My body, like spring soil, blossomed with colorful little flowers. 　　I quietly slipped my fingers into her wet passage, but unexpectedly, she didn't like it. 　　The hidden pain in her vagina, I didn't know how to help her. 　　But she didn't care. She continued to seek teasing pleasure on me. 　　Then, she actually put her head down to my genitals and began to tease me with her tongue. It felt like 　　clouds were gently tearing apart, flowers were shaking off morning dew, the fingertips and the strings of a violin were being plucked at just the right , the lake water shimmering with a ghostly light… 　　a very subtle feeling, I have to admit. 　　She must be a natural gourmet, and she respects what she eats. 　　She inserted her fingers into my passage. My mysterious passage, the one that tugged at my nerves.

Swaying slowly like a sea anemone.

My tongue and fingers moved together, opening and closing, incredibly soft.

My vagina felt like it was savoring a freshly baked cake.

One, two…

The little house transformed into a spaceship, the window revealing the unfathomable vastness of space.

Two, three…

The dandelion was awakened by the morning sun, stretching out each of its feathers, as if about to take flight, about to take

flight .

Three, four…

Pompeii was about to be engulfed by an erupting volcano. Lava rolled in the crater, incredibly sensual.

Four, five…

The sun was spinning rapidly, its immense gravity pulling the Earth straight towards it, and beginning to melt.

Five, six…

The entire Milky Way galaxy began to rain meteors, collectively rushing towards that unfathomable black hole.

Six, seven…

My mother said I could return to her womb.

Seven, eight…

I couldn't tell if I was asleep or awake…

Eight, nine…

…

nine, ten…

…

The rest of my memory became blurry. I felt as if I were sleeping on a cloud, incredibly comfortable.

Later, somehow, we slowly fell asleep. The sheets were half wet, probably from the moon's

tides.

When I woke up, she was touching my breasts. The morning sunlight was so clear.

We laughed and joked as we got dressed. Seeing her in the morning, I found her much more alluring and lovely,

quite different from how she looked the first time I saw her the night before. Then I realized that beauty in a woman isn't always about

the eyes; every part of her body can be an object of beauty, depending on one's sensitivity.

For breakfast, I had cake, a very sensual food—soft, fragrant, just like her body.

I said goodbye. On the way back to school, my body felt relaxed and relaxed. Simple sex

is the perfect holiday dessert.

I think I am a lesbian, and I'm proud of that identity, and I'm not afraid to say

it. Because the astonished and even fearful gazes of the world seem to awaken the fearless rebellion of my adolescence

, becoming a unique kind of aphrodisiac.

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