Nostalgia for Youth

I've been in sales for 10 years now. In those 10 years, I've experienced a lot and met a lot of people, all sorts of different kinds. Among them, many women have come and gone in my life. Over the years, I've wanted to write something down to record my experiences and also to remember my lost love. I officially started working in sales in 2005, and got married in 2006. Before marriage, I always thought of myself as a pure man, like distilled water, with a good-paying job, a loving wife, and a warm and healthy family. At that time, I thought that no matter how colorful the outside world was, it had nothing to do with me. I didn't have the desire to cheat or pick up girls, nor did I have the experience. Later, I got busy, constantly socializing, drinking, going to bars, nightclubs, foot massage parlors... I slowly made a bunch of good buddies, good brothers. My brothers' women kept changing, every day was new... My thinking also changed, and I began my own journey. The first woman I cheated with appeared in 2006, I really don't remember the exact time, sorry! She's the woman in this article. "Jiao-Ping." It was a group of us good buddies who invited her to hang out in a small county town under Zhanjiang. We arranged for three guys and three girls to go to a karaoke bar. The karaoke room had a dance platform (considered a high-end place locally). Around 9 PM, the three of us went in. The three women (friends of friends) we had arranged to meet via QQ were already waiting for us. We exchanged glances, understanding each other's intentions. One of us went, but since I was the least experienced, the least attractive one was given to me. I was cursing under my breath, thinking, "These bastards are so selfish! Didn't they promise to take me out to experience something new?" Oh well, ugly is ugly, I guess. Honestly, back then it was probably because it was my first time and I found it exciting and novel, so I didn't think she was that ugly. But now that time has passed and I've had more experiences, I realize that Ping was really quite ugly back then. Even now, my friends still tease me about it. Then...then we sang, drank, sang love songs together, whispered in each other's ears while covering our hands—these were all common and effective tricks. I probably wasn't very good at these ways of picking up girls back then, but I was a pretty good singer, one of the top ten singers on campus during my university days, hehe, just a little proud! Later we switched to a dancing mode, naturally each of us was assigned a girl, the strong collision of alcohol and music ignited a fiery passion, a fiery desire...then I hugged Ping and kept kissing...kissing...really kissing, kissing her lips, her neck, her back...it was really full of passion...then at 2 o'clock we closed up shop, Ping said she wanted to go home, okay I'll take her, the other two brothers were to disperse and wait for further notice to regroup. I shamelessly dragged Ping into my car. I wasn't about to let go of what was already in my grasp. I started nibbling away, and Ping, a little agitated, finally gave in after a brief resistance. I slipped my hand inside her panties; her vagina was already soaking wet. I didn't care anymore and pulled down her pants, quickly taking off my own clothes and getting to work… But then disaster struck. Whether it was because it was my first time, the cramped car, or the fact that I was nervous because the car was parked on the side of the road and no one was around, my penis remained limp and wouldn't get hard no matter what I did. After half an hour of fruitless rubbing, I felt utterly humiliated and wanted to disappear. Ping kept comforting and encouraging me, saying, "You failed on your first try! Wow! Picking up girls isn't as easy as being a salesperson!" I sheepishly took Ping home, exchanged phone numbers and QQ (there was no WeChat back then), added her on QQ, and continued chatting. I showered her with apologies and flattery, and we agreed to meet at a hotel the next night… Then I slept to recharge. The next day, she came to my room as promised. Without much foreplay, I took off my clothes and went straight to her… Maybe I felt guilty and wanted to make it up to her, or maybe it was the novelty of my first time cheating, but anyway, I went at it like a pioneering ox, moaning and groaning… That day, I stayed in my room and didn't come out. When I got tired, I'd rest and take a nap, then continue. I can't remember how many times I did it that day; in the end, all I came out of was water… In just one day, I completely conquered Ping. From that day on, she fell madly in love with me, completely obedient and at my beck and call. This relationship lasted for more than half a year. In her words, she loved me so much she would do anything for me. She would even fly over in the middle of the night for hundreds of dollars, just to have sex with me. For the past hour or two, she'd tried oral sex and anal sex—things she'd never done before—for me. She even agreed to a threesome with three of us brothers, a threesome that I experienced with tears streaming down her face and a mournful look in my eyes. It was my first threesome. She said that whenever and wherever I needed her, she would appear before me and fulfill all my desires. Later, she and her husband had personality clashes, lived apart for a long time, and were getting a divorce, although I knew it didn't really concern me. My conscience pricks me; I feel I owe her so much over the past six months. She's a significant part of my emotional journey. My first teacher, I didn't want to watch her get divorced and gradually head towards misfortune while we were still entangled... So we gradually lost contact. Later, I had sex with an Indian man twice, both times out of loneliness and emptiness after drinking... Although Ping wasn't very good-looking, she had a great personality, was very kind, and took good care of me, always obedient to me. It's just that I met the wrong person at the wrong time. I'm writing this to commemorate her, hoping everything will be well for her in the future... To sum it up in one sentence, based on my years of experience, I'll summarize each post with one sentence from now on. As long as you fill her hole completely, a woman will greet your passion and desire with n times the madness... [The End]

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