A diary of picking up girls

We'd been chatting with this person for almost a month and a half, just casual chatting, no pictures or anything like that, and neither of us had ever exchanged photos or met in person, only confirming we lived in the same city. Tonight, I was working overtime at the office and casually went online to chat again. While we were chatting, I felt a bit aroused, so I casually suggested we grab some late-night snacks. Surprisingly, she, who had refused me the previous times, agreed. We booked a place, and I drove there early, eagerly waiting. Then someone walked in who looked vaguely familiar, but I wasn't sure. When we finally confirmed it face-to-face, it was incredibly awkward—it was the mother of one of my child's classmates! She was also blushing with embarrassment… It was so embarrassing! To encounter something so ridiculous, I don't know if it's good or bad luck! What can I do now? Turning away immediately would be too impolite, but since I was already there, I figured I might as well make the awkwardness continue. So, the two of us awkwardly ate something, making small talk. I couldn't very well let her go home alone, so I drove her home. The whole drive was incredibly awkward; we could only talk about what happened to our kids at school. This was one of the rare, incredibly dramatic events I've encountered in my many hookup attempts. Some people say you can eat the grass near your own home, but I certainly wouldn't dare touch this grass. Getting poisoned by it wouldn't be a joke; I might become a celebrity overnight. I'd seen her husband at a school event, and she'd seen my wife too. This was truly tragic… Okay, I admit I had thoughts of sleeping with her. She was really pretty; although not tall, she had all the right curves, and her skin was so white it made you want to take a bite. I chickened out. This was really awkward. Tomorrow it's my turn to take the kids to school again, and I really don't know what to say if we bumped into each other at the school gate. Could I possibly say: "Sorry, I didn't expect to hook up with you, I'm so sorry I didn't get to sleep with you, haha." [5.3] --------------------------------------------------------------- Yesterday morning I went to drop off my child, but she didn't, so we didn't run into each other, and didn't chat or contact each other all day. This morning we met at the school gate. I wasn't embarrassed, but she blushed when she saw me. I jokingly asked her if she had eaten breakfast. If not, I'd treat her. She agreed, and we had breakfast together for about an hour, not near the school, but we drove out to eat. During breakfast, she said she was conflicted, she didn't expect it to be me, and that she felt I was unreliable, glib, and had a carefree attitude. She prefers someone more stable. Hearing this, I took her small, soft hand and kissed it with my greasy, numb lips. She tried to pull away, but I pulled her back and kissed her again, saying seriously, "What you see is all a facade. Actually, I'm a very upright person." I sat down next to her, hugged her, and kissed her on the cheek. Despite her coy resistance, I kissed her. Okay, done. You're interested, and I'm impulsive. From the moment she agreed to have breakfast with me, I knew I had her figured out. As for when to go further, no rush. We're already like this, what's there to worry about? Now let me explain why I didn't sleep with her that night. First, the situation was sudden, and I wasn't prepared at all. I was a bit stunned, but after quickly calming down, I decided to put it aside and think about it. Second, I'm not that naive. Even though it was a casual hookup, I'm not so desperate as to sleep with just any woman. What's the difference between sex without any feelings and animalistic behavior? So, that night, I awkwardly pulled back the reins, but I didn't want to give her up. From the first parent-teacher conference I attended, I had my eye on several mothers, and she was one of them. Now that this situation has arisen, I can only say it's fate. Such unbelievable coincidences can happen. Could I easily give up? Besides, she's graduating this year. What else could I possibly have to worry about? Anyway, the more I thought about it on my way to work today, the more I laughed. I'm so happy! ?? [5.4] ---------------------------------------------------------------It's been almost a month, and a lot has happened during this time. I've already gotten my hands on the little woman, and I even had a one-night stand with my wife's best friend. There were also consecutive business trips, a hand injury from playing sports, and a sprained ankle the day before yesterday. I can finally take advantage of this recovery time to write about everything that's happened. Don't rush, take your time, I'll finish as soon as possible. Thank you for your attention. 【6.4】 ---------------------------------------------------------------After that one morning meal together, she and I returned to our normal lifestyle. I was too busy with work, meetings, business trips, and didn't have the time or inclination to think about hooking up. We'd occasionally chat briefly when we bumped into each other while dropping the kids off, and if we had time, we'd chat online about everyday things, national and world events, but we never really touched on that aspect. Everything seemed even more normal than before we met in person for a hookup. Then, something dramatic happened. One day after get off work, I accidentally injured my finger while playing basketball. It was a little swollen, and at first I didn't think much of it and went home. But by 10 pm, the swelling had gotten bigger and the pain was getting worse, so I went to the best orthopedic hospital in the city late at night. While waiting for the X-ray after the scan, I was bored. A familiar profile picture popped up on my chat app; she was online. I promptly sent a playful emoji, but she replied with a crying emoji and quickly asked what was wrong. She said her child was sick, her husband was out of town on a project, and she had taken the child to the hospital alone. The child was on an IV drip and had fallen asleep from exhaustion, and she was too tired to fall asleep herself, so she was just playing on her phone. I casually mentioned that I was also at the hospital getting my finger checked, and she asked how I got it and how serious it was. We chatted like that for most of the day. When I finished my doctor's appointment and was about to go home, I casually asked which hospital she was at. Her answer surprised me. We were in the same hospital! Later I found out she lived nearby; my coming to this hospital was just a coincidence. At that moment, I completely forgot about going home and felt an urge to stay with her, but I also wanted to tease her. So I told her to take care of herself, to go home as soon as her IV was finished, and that I was going home first. She replied with just one word: "Okay." Then I went to a convenience store, bought some hot food, and rushed to the emergency room. There she was, head slumped against the IV bed, looking at her phone, her child fast asleep beside her, three bottles hanging from the IV stand. I quietly walked over, grabbed an empty chair, placed it in front of the IV bed, sat down, and said, "Are you hungry? Have something to eat." She was clearly startled by someone sitting next to her, and froze when she saw it was me. After she recovered, she asked, "Why are you here?" I said, "I missed you." She turned away with a distinct smile after saying "You're so annoying," and then we ate and chatted in the emergency room. She even dozed off on my shoulder for a while, and I held her close, kissing her sleeping face many, many times. Finally, after the baby finished the IV drip, I picked her up to take them home. At first, she refused, saying my hand was injured and she should carry the baby. But how could such a small injury stop me from winning her heart? She couldn't persuade me otherwise and had to go along with it. On the way, I said to her, "We're really destined for each other. In this vast sea of people, our children are in the same class, we met online, and now we're even going to the same hospital in this big city. That's fate, isn't it? It's a pity I didn't meet you when I was single. What a regret!" "Dreaming," she replied with a laugh, and I could only respond with a sigh and a smile. When we arrived at her house, after settling the baby in, I hugged her and said, "Get some rest, I have to go home now." Instead, she hugged me tightly, pressed her head against my chest, and said in a very soft voice, "Are you really leaving?" "Yes, you should rest well. Are you afraid I'll run away?"Then I whispered in her ear, "You can't escape my little brother either." I then gave her a hard nudge. As I was leaving, she chased after me, hugged my neck, and kissed my cheek. "Thank you." "You're welcome, I'm just being helpful," I replied, receiving a light punch from her before leaving. Just like when we met for a hookup. This time, I didn't sleep with her. Why? The reasons are simple. First: the atmosphere wasn't right. Her child was sick, and her mind was more focused on the child. Although I understood she didn't actually want me to leave, it didn't necessarily mean she wanted to have sex with me. It just meant that at that moment, she needed someone to be with her and share her worries and fears. It wasn't that I didn't want to stay with her; I had already spent most of the day at the hospital, and staying at her house would be inappropriate and might cause trouble. Second: my mood wasn't right. As I said, I'm not a very easygoing person. As I've gotten older, I'm no longer someone whose mind is solely focused on physical intimacy. My feelings for her probably take precedence more. I imagined that even if she wanted to, it wouldn't be appropriate for us to be having sex in the next room while her baby was sick and sleeping in the room. I would feel resistant, and I would wonder if, in the middle of things, we heard a noise from the baby's room, would she immediately go to check on him? Definitely. After spending so much time with her, I felt she wasn't the kind of woman who would abandon her child; at least she cared about him. So, I felt I had to give in to my little brother again, but don't worry, the reward will come soon. [6.5] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After spending time with her at the hospital, our relationship returned to normal. We still chatted casually in person and online. Then, on the 9th day, after lunch, I was chatting with colleagues in the office when my phone suddenly rang. It was a call, not a chat app notification; it was an unfamiliar number. I answered it as I walked down the hallway. It was her calling; I hadn't given her my number, she had dialed through a chat app. We talked on the phone about trivial things—her child's school life, her daily routine—it went on for a while, so I got a little annoyed. I casually said, "Don't overwork yourself, take a nap. You still have to buy groceries and cook for the child this afternoon." To my surprise, she said her mother-in-law picked up the child today, and she'd be staying at her mother-in-law's tonight. She said she'd just eat whatever was convenient since she was home alone. Was this just casual conversation? Was she talking to me? If I didn't understand, I'd be wasting my time. But I still told her I was going home for dinner after get off work, and her "oh" sounded quite helpless. I laughed and said, "But my finger still hurts a bit, I might need to go to the hospital for a checkup. I also wanted to see you, I miss you." "You're so annoying, I'm not talking to you anymore," she said, and hung up. After dinner, I said I was going to the hospital for another checkup and left. This time I didn't drive; I took a taxi. After getting in, I texted her that I was already on my way. When we arrived at the hospital, I saw her already sitting in the emergency room lobby. I smiled at her, pouted as if to kiss her, but she turned her head away. Then came the registration, consultation, and medication dispensing. If you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way; I was really going all out. After the whole process, I put my arm around her shoulder, whispered in her ear, "Honey, let's go get it done." She pushed me away, blushing, and said, "There are cameras everywhere." That's when I remembered that the hospital's emergency room was full of cameras, filming 24/7. God help us not to end up on TV! Time to get out of there. After we got out of the taxi at the hotel entrance, I went straight to the front desk to get the room key. I'd already taken care of the DEDK check-in in the taxi after I left. Once inside the room and the door closed, it didn't matter whether I hugged her first or she hugged me. A couple, consumed by lust, passionately kissed, their tongues entwining as clothes were tossed onto the floor. With each exchange of saliva, they stood under the shower, caressing and touching. As I kissed them from head to toe, they lay naked on the bed. She took off her glasses, her eyes looking slightly dazed—a common trait among nearsighted people. Normally, I would have burst out laughing, but in this intense moment of passion, focus was essential, so this scene didn't diminish my fascination with her body. From kissing her entire face down her sensitive neck, she began to moan. To the accompaniment of such beautiful music, I opened my mouth wide and pressed it firmly against the tips of her breasts, sucking hard. Further down, I kissed her flat stomach, the sparsely haired mons pubis, and a trickle of fluid flowing from her opening. I couldn't resist lowering my head to kiss her, but she pushed my head away with her hand, saying, "No, it's dirty there." As my mouth continued to demand more, her hand gradually loosened its grip, and her moans made my little brother rock hard. When I got up and parted her two white, tender thighs, I took out my favorite Okamoto and put it on. In her dazed eyes, I resolutely entered that mysterious cave. A comfortable feeling came from my little brother and kept coming. Accompanied by the smacking sounds of water, my cannon kept thrusting in and out, my scrotum hitting her buttocks heavily with each stroke. Her response was a moan of pleasure and satisfaction, her two long white legs wrapped tightly around my waist, and her hands holding me tightly. I used every trick in the book, three shallow and one deep, five shallow and three deep, nine shallow and one deep. When I felt my little brother couldn't hold on any longer, I decisively withdrew from the cave to calm down. Then I picked her up, turned her over, and made her stick her butt out. I took my still-erect penis, clad in a raincoat, and aimed it at her vagina, which was prominently displayed on her beautiful little bottom, and thrust inside. With each deep penetration came a loud, sustained moan from her. Her vagina suddenly tightened, gripping my penis with such pleasure; even though she was wearing a raincoat, it felt like being doused with hot water. Isn't it said that conquering a woman depends on whether she's willing to stick her butt out for you to penetrate from behind? According to this theorem, she's definitely my lover now. The petite woman's buttocks weren't large, and the feeling of penetration from behind could be summed up in one word: tight. That pressure, that tightness, truly gave my still-erect penis a tremendous stimulation. Before long, the urge to ejaculate grew stronger and stronger. I knew I really couldn't hold back anymore. I thrust in a few more times, reaching the deepest point, and with a shout, I climaxed. My scrotum contracted repeatedly, and semen gushed powerfully from my urethra. A blissful, exhilarating feeling filled my entire body, leaving me panting heavily as I lay on her petite body. This was our first time making love, and it certainly won't be the last. When I got off her and held her on the bed, stroking her sweaty back, pinching her small bottom, and kissing her moist lips, her face flushed, her eyes captivatingly unfocused, her hands constantly touching my face, her long, white legs straddling me—in that instant, a strange feeling of love welled up inside me. For a moment, I felt like I was holding and caressing the woman I loved most. Let me clarify: First, the address she gave me when I took her home after our first hookup was completely different from the one near the hospital later. It was a fake address, or perhaps it was her parents' or mother-in-law's house. I don't care about that at all. Even if it were to make love with her, I would never choose to do it at home, whether it's her home or mine. Let's go to a hotel; it's not like I'm short of money. I was just having a hookup; I wasn't interested in where she lived. Physical intimacy, not a deeper connection, was what I wanted most. Secondly, I never proactively gave her my phone number from the beginning of our chat, because it could be found on the chat software. Calling her directly wasn't what I wanted; I don't like deleting call logs after a call. Thirdly, for a while after we had sex, I was genuinely worried that our intimate moments at the hospital would be captured on camera, so I kept an eye on that TV program. Luckily, I haven't seen it yet, and I hope it never happens on TV. [6.13] [The End]5】----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------After spending time with her at the hospital, our relationship returned to normal. We still chatted casually in person and online. Then, on the ninth day, after lunch, I was chatting with colleagues in the office when my phone rang. It was a call, not a notification from a chat app; it was from an unfamiliar number. I answered as I walked down the hallway. It was her calling; I hadn't given her my number, she was calling from a chat app. We talked about trivial things—her child's school, her daily routine—it went on for a while, and I got a little annoyed. I casually said, "Don't overwork yourself, take a nap. You have to buy groceries and cook for the child this afternoon." To my surprise, she said her grandmother was picking up the child today, and she'd be staying at her grandmother's tonight. She said she'd just eat whatever was available since she was home alone. Was this just casual conversation? She was talking to me! If I couldn't understand her, I'd be wasting my time. But I still told her I was going home for dinner after get off work, and her "oh" sounded rather helpless. I laughed and said, "But my finger still hurts a bit, I might have to go to the hospital for a follow-up appointment. I also wanted to see you, I miss you." "You're so annoying, I'm not talking to you anymore," she said, and hung up. After dinner, I said I was going to the hospital for another checkup and left. This time I didn't drive, I just took a taxi. After getting in, I texted her that I was already on my way. When I arrived at the hospital, I saw her already sitting in the emergency room lobby. I smiled at her, pouted as if to kiss her, and she turned her head away. Then came the registration, consultation, and medication. If you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way, I was really going all out. After the whole process, I put my arm around her shoulder, pressed my face against her ear, and said, "Honey, let's go get it done." She pushed me away, blushing, and said there were cameras everywhere. That's when I remembered that the hospital's emergency room was full of cameras, filming 24/7. God help us not to end up on TV, let's get out of here! After we got out of the taxi at the hotel entrance, I went straight to the front desk to get the room key; I'd already done the dhedk check-in on the taxi ride after I left. Once inside the room and the door closed, it didn't matter whether I hugged her first or she hugged me; we were just a pair of desperately thirsty lovers passionately kissing and cuddling. As our tongues intertwined, our clothes were tossed onto the floor, and as we exchanged saliva, we stood under the shower, constantly caressing and touching each other. After I kissed her from head to toe, we were lying naked on the bed. She took off her glasses, and her eyes seemed a little dazed—that's how nearsighted people are. Normally, I would have burst out laughing, but in this intense, passionate moment, I had to stay focused, so this scene didn't diminish my fascination with her body at all. From kissing her entire face down her sensitive neck, she began to moan. To the accompaniment of such beautiful music, I opened my mouth wide and pressed it hard against the tips of her breasts, sucking vigorously. Further down, I kissed her flat stomach, her sparsely haired mons pubis, and a trickle of fluid flowing from her opening. I couldn't resist lowering my head to kiss her, but she pushed my head away with her hands, saying, "No, it's dirty." As my mouth continued to demand more, her hands gradually loosened their grip, and the moans made my penis rock hard. When I got up and parted her two white, tender thighs, I took out my favorite Okamoto and put it on. In her dazed eyes, I resolutely entered that mysterious cave. A pleasurable sensation surged from my penis, relentlessly. Accompanied by the wet, smacking sounds, my penis thrust in and out repeatedly, my scrotum slapping heavily against her buttocks. Her response was a moan of pleasure and satisfaction, her two long, white legs tightly wrapped around my waist, her hands clinging to mine. I tried everything – three shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, five shallow thrusts followed by three deep thrusts, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust – I used every trick in the book. Just as I felt my little brother starting to give out, I decisively withdrew to calm myself down. Then I picked her up, turned her over, and made her stick her butt out. I aimed my still-erect penis, clad in a raincoat, at her vagina, which was prominently displayed on her beautiful little bottom, and thrust inside. With each deep thrust came a long, sustained moan from her. The sudden tightening of her vagina felt incredibly pleasurable; even with the raincoat, it felt like being drenched in hot water. Isn't it said that conquering a woman depends on whether she's willing to stick her butt out for you to penetrate from behind? By that logic, she's definitely my lover now. The petite woman's buttocks weren't large, and the feeling of penetration from behind could be summed up in one word: tight. That pressure, that tightness, truly gave my still-erect penis a tremendous amount of stimulation. Not long after, the urge to ejaculate grew stronger and stronger. I knew I really couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust in deeply a few times, reaching the very depths, and with a shout, I climaxed. My scrotum contracted repeatedly, and semen gushed powerfully from my urethra. A blissful, exhilarating feeling washed over me, leaving me panting heavily as I lay on her petite body. This was our first time making love, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. As I got off her and lay on the bed with her in my arms, I stroked her sweaty back, pinched her small buttocks, and kissed her moist lips. Her face was flushed, her eyes were captivatingly unfocused, and her hands were constantly touching my face. Her long, white legs were straddling me. In that instant, a strange feeling of love welled up inside me. For a moment, I felt as if I were holding and caressing the woman I loved most. Let me clarify: First, the address she gave me when I took her home after our first hookup was completely different from the one near the hospital. It was a fake address, possibly her parents' or mother-in-law's house. I have absolutely no interest in this. Even if we were to have sex, I would never choose to do it at home, whether it's her home or mine. Let's go to a hotel; the cost of a room isn't a big deal. I was just having a hookup; I wasn't interested in where she lived. Physical intimacy, not a romantic relationship, was what I wanted. Second, I never proactively gave her my phone number from the beginning of our chat because it could be found on the chat app. Calling her directly and then deleting call logs afterward wasn't what I wanted. Third, for a while after the sex, I was genuinely worried that our intimate moments at the hospital might have been captured on camera, so I kept an eye on that TV program. Luckily, I haven't seen it yet, and I hope it never happens on TV. [6.13] [The End]5】----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------After spending time with her at the hospital, our relationship returned to normal. We still chatted casually in person and online. Then, on the ninth day, after lunch, I was chatting with colleagues in the office when my phone rang. It was a call, not a notification from a chat app; it was from an unfamiliar number. I answered as I walked down the hallway. It was her calling; I hadn't given her my number, she was calling from a chat app. We talked about trivial things—her child's school, her daily routine—it went on for a while, and I got a little annoyed. I casually said, "Don't overwork yourself, take a nap. You have to buy groceries and cook for the child this afternoon." To my surprise, she said her grandmother was picking up the child today, and she'd be staying at her grandmother's tonight. She said she'd just eat whatever was available since she was home alone. Was this just casual conversation? She was talking to me! If I couldn't understand her, I'd be wasting my time. But I still told her I was going home for dinner after get off work, and her "oh" sounded rather helpless. I laughed and said, "But my finger still hurts a bit, I might have to go to the hospital for a follow-up appointment. I also wanted to see you, I miss you." "You're so annoying, I'm not talking to you anymore," she said, and hung up. After dinner, I said I was going to the hospital for another checkup and left. This time I didn't drive, I just took a taxi. After getting in, I texted her that I was already on my way. When I arrived at the hospital, I saw her already sitting in the emergency room lobby. I smiled at her, pouted as if to kiss her, and she turned her head away. Then came the registration, consultation, and medication. If you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way, I was really going all out. After the whole process, I put my arm around her shoulder, pressed my face against her ear, and said, "Honey, let's go get it done." She pushed me away, blushing, and said there were cameras everywhere. That's when I remembered that the hospital's emergency room was full of cameras, filming 24/7. God help us not to end up on TV, let's get out of here! After we got out of the taxi at the hotel entrance, I went straight to the front desk to get the room key; I'd already done the dhedk check-in on the taxi ride after I left. Once inside the room and the door closed, it didn't matter whether I hugged her first or she hugged me; we were just a pair of desperately thirsty lovers passionately kissing and cuddling. As our tongues intertwined, our clothes were tossed onto the floor, and as we exchanged saliva, we stood under the shower, constantly caressing and touching each other. After I kissed her from head to toe, we were lying naked on the bed. She took off her glasses, and her eyes seemed a little dazed—that's how nearsighted people are. Normally, I would have burst out laughing, but in this intense, passionate moment, I had to stay focused, so this scene didn't diminish my fascination with her body at all. From kissing her entire face down her sensitive neck, she began to moan. To the accompaniment of such beautiful music, I opened my mouth wide and pressed it hard against the tips of her breasts, sucking vigorously. Further down, I kissed her flat stomach, her sparsely haired mons pubis, and a trickle of fluid flowing from her opening. I couldn't resist lowering my head to kiss her, but she pushed my head away with her hands, saying, "No, it's dirty." As my mouth continued to demand more, her hands gradually loosened their grip, and the moans made my penis rock hard. When I got up and parted her two white, tender thighs, I took out my favorite Okamoto and put it on. In her dazed eyes, I resolutely entered that mysterious cave. A pleasurable sensation surged from my penis, relentlessly. Accompanied by the wet, smacking sounds, my penis thrust in and out repeatedly, my scrotum slapping heavily against her buttocks. Her response was a moan of pleasure and satisfaction, her two long, white legs tightly wrapped around my waist, her hands clinging to mine. I tried everything – three shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, five shallow thrusts followed by three deep thrusts, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust – I used every trick in the book. Just as I felt my little brother starting to give out, I decisively withdrew to calm myself down. Then I picked her up, turned her over, and made her stick her butt out. I aimed my still-erect penis, clad in a raincoat, at her vagina, which was prominently displayed on her beautiful little bottom, and thrust inside. With each deep thrust came a long, sustained moan from her. The sudden tightening of her vagina felt incredibly pleasurable; even with the raincoat, it felt like being drenched in hot water. Isn't it said that conquering a woman depends on whether she's willing to stick her butt out for you to penetrate from behind? By that logic, she's definitely my lover now. The petite woman's buttocks weren't large, and the feeling of penetration from behind could be summed up in one word: tight. That pressure, that tightness, truly gave my still-erect penis a tremendous amount of stimulation. Not long after, the urge to ejaculate grew stronger and stronger. I knew I really couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust in deeply a few times, reaching the very depths, and with a shout, I climaxed. My scrotum contracted repeatedly, and semen gushed powerfully from my urethra. A blissful, exhilarating feeling washed over me, leaving me panting heavily as I lay on her petite body. This was our first time making love, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. As I got off her and lay on the bed with her in my arms, I stroked her sweaty back, pinched her small buttocks, and kissed her moist lips. Her face was flushed, her eyes were captivatingly unfocused, and her hands were constantly touching my face. Her long, white legs were straddling me. In that instant, a strange feeling of love welled up inside me. For a moment, I felt as if I were holding and caressing the woman I loved most. Let me clarify: First, the address she gave me when I took her home after our first hookup was completely different from the one near the hospital. It was a fake address, possibly her parents' or mother-in-law's house. I have absolutely no interest in this. Even if we were to have sex, I would never choose to do it at home, whether it's her home or mine. Let's go to a hotel; the cost of a room isn't a big deal. I was just having a hookup; I wasn't interested in where she lived. Physical intimacy, not a romantic relationship, was what I wanted. Second, I never proactively gave her my phone number from the beginning of our chat because it could be found on the chat app. Calling her directly and then deleting call logs afterward wasn't what I wanted. Third, for a while after the sex, I was genuinely worried that our intimate moments at the hospital might have been captured on camera, so I kept an eye on that TV program. Luckily, I haven't seen it yet, and I hope it never happens on TV. [6.13] [The End]13】【The End】13】【The End】13】【The End】13】【The End】

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