The tenderness I experienced over the years

This post was last edited by Dripping Lotus on 2018-3-10 07:50.

I've actually been on Xingba for a long time, but I've been lurking. A couple of days ago, I saw a friend write about the unexpected gains during their single period, which resonated with me because I had a nearly identical emotional experience. Suddenly, I had an idea. My emotional experiences over the years have been quite rich, so I might as well write down my emotional experiences and share them with everyone.

(I) My first love MM

was my college classmate and my first love. I matured relatively late. In junior high and high school, I was obsessed with online games and had no interest in dating at all. Looking back now, I was really silly. There were actually several girls who were interested in me, but I didn't realize it. But what does it matter if I missed out, right? I failed the college entrance exam and ended up at a local university in Chengdu. But the start of the semester was quite exciting. I wandered around, looked at things, and joined a few clubs, like an etiquette team and a choir. Oh, and I forgot to introduce myself. I'm from Chongqing, 181 cm tall, and 75 kg (back then). I'd say I'm over 80 out of 100 in looks. My style was like Wilber Pan's back in the day—casual hip-hop. Let me brag a little, which is also a prelude to my later experiences. My initial reason for joining these groups was to see pretty girls, but I was greatly disappointed. Perhaps it was because of the school; they recruited mostly students from the north (no regional discrimination intended). So… Then, at the first assembly for the etiquette team, the last person to introduce herself was M. She immediately caught my eye. I thought, "The etiquette team can't just recruit all the ugly ducklings!" She was about 170cm tall, and I'd guess she was a B cup. Later I found out she was from Northeast China, with huge eyes, a very outgoing personality, and a bit like Zhao Wei. She had medium-length hair and a sweet smile. Luckily, I was in luck. During the freshman orientation party, there was a fashion show, and the etiquette teacher paired me and M together. Maybe he thought we looked good together. And then, for a little over a week… During training, M and I had already become quite familiar. Later, the celebration party went smoothly, and our fashion show won an award at the college level. The department organized a dinner for the performers as a reward, and we all went. After dinner, singing was inevitable, and everyone was vying for the microphone, eager to perform. I was the calmest, and when they were almost finished singing, I successfully reignited the atmosphere with a song by Eason Chan and Will Pan. There weren't many people singing hip-hop in 2004. I saw M staring at me with sparkling eyes the whole time, and at that moment, my vanity was completely satisfied. After I finished singing, I toasted everyone, and girls from other classes started adding me on QQ. Back then, there was no WeChat, only mobile QQ. On the way back to school, M and I walked at the back, and she said to me like a little fan, "I didn't know you had this talent." "So?" I asked her, "Can we be friends?" "Aren't we?" "No, I know you don't have a girlfriend. What I mean is, can you be my boyfriend?" "..." I'd heard that Northerners were straightforward, but this was way too straightforward. Plus, I'd had a few drinks, and I wasn't really averse to her, so I agreed. We went back to school hand in hand, and from then on, we were always seen together on campus. Actually, it was our first time dating, and we were both looking forward to sex but also a little scared. The real breakthrough came during the first long weekend after school started—National Day. I didn't want to go home, and her home was far away, so she couldn't go back either. Luckily, one of her best friends in her dorm had a boyfriend studying at Chengdu University (near Shiling), and he rented a three-bedroom apartment. They invited us and another student couple to come over. Luckily, there were rooms available, so three couples, three rooms. Everything happened so naturally. Actually, we were both a little nervous at first. She even showered and dressed fully before coming out. I originally thought that a girl's first time should be voluntary; if she wasn't ready, I wouldn't force her. But then the two rooms next door started calling out, like a competition. Damn, we were so embarrassed! To break the awkwardness, I kissed her first (our first kiss), and then everything proceeded so naturally. We were both trembling with excitement, just like in novels. When I took off her panties, I found they were really wet, like they were in novels, like they'd been oiled. I was incredibly excited, my penis rock hard. She tried to push it in, but being a virgin, I struggled for a long time without success, unable to get it in. Frustrated, she gently guided my penis in, saying, "Be gentle." Then, as if guided by instinct, I thrust in, and after breaking through an obstacle, I was tightly gripped. At that moment, for the first time in my life, I experienced warmth, moisture, and tightness—a complex yet wonderful feeling. Her fingernails almost dug into my flesh. After a brief pause, she began thrusting. Thrusting is truly a male mammal's instinct, but being my first time, I ejaculated in about three minutes, inside her. A while later, my penis was squeezed out, but young men recover quickly, and that night I reached the peak of my life. We did it seven times, really seven times. The more we did it, the less I could ejaculate, only spasms remained. I felt a sudden, intense drowsiness. When I woke up the next day, it was already noon. M said her lower body was swollen and she could barely walk… Over the next four years, we tried countless positions. The school playground, the dormitory, hotels outside the school, and even the classroom all bore the marks of our love. I must say, our sex lasted a long time. We cooperated well, and our heights were similar, so every time was harmonious, especially 69, which was particularly convenient. Also, standing doggy style, looking at those long legs, was especially exhilarating. But unfortunately, like many student couples, we broke up after graduation. We were no exception. In the days before graduation, we made love wildly, feeling like we wanted to keep each other inside our bodies. Now we have no contact, only endless memories…

(II) Rekindling the Bond w

W was my junior high classmate. She was sweet-looking, but unfortunately only had an A cup. She wasn't tall, but she was very well-proportioned. Why is it called "rekindling a past romance"? Didn't we never date? Let me explain. Back then, she was the only girl I ever had a crush on in junior high because she was cute and had good grades. Later, we were in different classes in high school, but we would still greet each other when we met. Then we went to university. She went to Chongqing, and I went to Chengdu. We kept in touch on QQ. I knew she had a boyfriend from Northeast China who was of Korean ethnicity (why Northeast again?). I knew W was doing well, but I felt a little sour. After all, she was a woman I liked, and I felt like she had been played by someone else. I was a little unhappy. After all, men are selfish, right? But during those years, I was already dating M. We just greeted each other like friends. When we went home for Chinese New Year, we would get together for drinks and such. But I really didn't expect that something would happen between W and me later. After breaking up with M, I graduated, found a job, and started a new life on my own. The days were very boring. I didn't have much money when I first graduated, and I couldn't afford to go to prostitutes because I thought it wasn't clean. So I basically lived the life of a shut-in. One day, I suddenly received a call from W saying that she had come to Chengdu. Of course, I was happy to welcome my old classmate. I picked her up at the North Railway Station, had dinner with her, watched a movie, and went back to my place that night. I was renting a serviced apartment. The landlord had divided the living room in two with a TV wall, turning it into a living room and a bedroom. There was also a separate balcony, bathroom, and kitchen, which was perfect for singles and couples. That's why I liked it at first sight. I told her she'd sleep in the bedroom and I'd sleep in the living room, which actually had two folding sofas. The first night, we chatted across the TV wall, reminiscing about happy times from our school days, and everything was fine. The next night, she received a call from her boyfriend, and they argued fiercely on the phone. She cried, and that's when I found out she'd run away in a fit of anger. It was because of graduation; her boyfriend wanted her to go to Northeast China to develop her career, but she absolutely refused. After many arguments, her boyfriend hit her, and she ran away to my place. After hanging up, she kept crying, very heartbroken. I went in, gently hugged her, and wiped away her tears. It was May, and May in Chengdu is already a bit warm. Her pajamas were somehow a little loose, and although her breasts weren't big, I saw her nipples, and my penis instantly became aroused. She kept crying, and I couldn't comfort her. Later, I was overcome with lust and kissed her directly. She was startled for a moment, but didn't resist. I took the opportunity to push her down, kissing and touching her breasts. She symbolically refused for a while before responding passionately. When I touched her genitals, she was already wet again. This time I didn't hold back, lifting her nightgown, taking off her silk panties, and then quickly pulling off my own. This was an adult game. She asked me, "Will you regret it?" "Never!" Then I thrust all the way in, smoothly. Words were completely superfluous at this point; only the most primal instinct remained. Her genitals became increasingly wet, and then she actively changed positions. It seemed her boyfriend had been quite adventurous with her. I was very unceremonious, enjoying the ready-made result. At that moment, I missed M a little. I wondered what she was doing right now? Was she also lying under some man, being wildly penetrated? In the days that followed, W would take the high-speed train to Chengdu almost every week to spend the weekend with me. Since Chengdu and Chongqing are relatively close, she had completely broken up with her boyfriend and had no intention of starting a relationship with me. She accurately defined our situation as a collision of two vacuum periods, simply because we both had needs. We were both adults and familiar with each other, so was it safer than with a complete stranger? I can't deny that. Although there were still some feelings from back then, once I actually got her, the initial passion was gone, and things eventually calmed down. Being with her was very comfortable. She understood my interests perfectly. Sexy lingerie, openwork lace, and slits were all my favorites. Once, I even inserted an anal plug into her vagina and then asked her to go shopping with me. She said her underwear was soaked. Then, in the fitting room of the old Baleno flagship store on Chunxi Road, we went crazy and had sex. I still can't forget it. This was more than 10 years ago! What are those Uniqlo videos compared to that? I had already done that back then. Later, she didn't come to Chengdu much anymore, and I made new friends, but we still acted like nothing had happened. We greeted each other online, had group gatherings when we went home for Chinese New Year, but the two of us never went out to a hotel together again. Maybe that's how it is when people grow up?

(III) Little Fairy cc

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