Making love in the young woman's new house

The woman in this post is also a friend of mine online. Back then, 263 chat rooms were still accessible and very lively, filled with all sorts of women—basically every type you could identify from their names. But I think 263 chat rooms don't exist anymore? I chatted very well with someone named "Lazy Woman." We exchanged phone numbers. Her surname was Chen, and I saved her as "Little Lazy Chen."It was late summer. We met online while I was still out of town, not back in Beijing. Things in this world are unpredictable. I was desperately searching for a romantic encounter in Beijing but couldn't find one, yet a casual chat led to my dream coming true. We kept in touch via text message, and about a week later, I returned to Beijing. I lived in Bajiao. One night, without any premeditation, planning, or ulterior motive, I had just finished showering and was watching TV. Around 11 pm, a message came in asking what I was doing. I saw it was from Chen Xiaolan. I replied that I was back to before the dawn of human civilization. She was puzzled and asked what I meant. "You're not wearing any clothes, huh? Hahaha, come over to my place!" Her message immediately excited me, and my mind started racing, instinctively assessing the authenticity and safety of the encounter. After years of online experience, judging the safety of online acquaintances before meeting in person is second nature to me. I asked her where she lived. If she was vague, saying something like, "Call me when you get here and I'll come over," she was basically a scammer. If you could tell me the exact location, preferably the house number, that would be fine. Sure enough, they told me a fairly specific location. I hadn't used sex to elevate my soul in a while, and unable to suppress the loneliness of the night, I decided to go. The place I was going to was Deshengmen North Street. I'm single, and Bajiao is my rented apartment. However, in this 14-story building, not many private stories have happened that my friends would be interested in, except for one. I'll tell you about it later. Being single is convenient; I can go out anytime, and I can stay away from home anytime. However, the number of times I don't go home is very few; nightlife isn't the main theme of my life. Just in case, I carried my self-defense scissors. I practice unrestricted combat in Hangzhou, specifically for street fights, and the best weapon for self-defense is scissors. They're not classified as controlled knives, so they're legal to carry. I made a plastic sheath and carried it. A few petty thugs wouldn't be a problem. Fighting is similar to making love—whether you're good at sex (or fighting) doesn't depend on being thin or fat. I hailed a black cab and sped away. The text messages remained constant, maintaining the overall atmosphere for sex. An unknown world unfolded before me; what kind of woman was Chen Xiaolan? No traffic at night, a world of freedom. We quickly arrived at Deshengmen Bridge North. I got off the bus on the west side of the road. Then I called, and Chen Xiaolan gave me directions, leading me to a residential area. I observed the surroundings before going upstairs. When I knocked on the door, I saw her; she saw me, and the atmosphere immediately relaxed. I had basically ruled out safety concerns; my only fear was facing a face that looked like a dinosaur transported to the modern era. By extension, she must have had the same worry! When our eyes met, after a quick scan, we were both relatively satisfied. Okay, very okay! Chen Xiaolan was a languid woman, at least in terms of her demeanor. Her features were nice; while not exactly exquisite, the word "delicate" was fitting. It's rare to find a slender figure with full breasts at the same time. To be nitpicky, Chen Xiaolan was about 165cm tall, and her breasts weren't very full. I went into her home. It really is a "new place," haha, because she just moved in, a newly rented place. I didn't mislead anyone with the title of this post. A sofa lay silent, a computer stood alert, and a bed, though messy, was the most alluring. Small talk was always necessary; foreplay begins outside of privacy. Our conversation went through several parts: looking at her photos, discussing how she could make the place tidier, and who should shower first. While looking at her photos, I clicked my tongue in interest, though I'd already seen her shapely figure beneath her yellow pajamas. What's so interesting about those photos? It's like going to a girl's room in school—nothing else to talk about, so I just used photos to fill the time. Suddenly, she suggested looking at the photos on the computer, and I happily agreed. Looking at the computer chair, I planned to sit down first, then Chen Xiaolan would sit on my lap, and then... hehe, wow, that would be so great! I almost burst out laughing. (I didn't know the word "hey" before.) An ancient saying goes: "The river's fire of desire keeps me awake with sorrow." If you're both worried and can't sleep, won't your desire continue to burn? Sure enough, it went exactly as I envisioned, the position was correct. It was completed at my joking suggestion, a very natural transition. Her buttocks rubbed against my legs, and my erect penis suddenly revealed its true form, piercing the sky! I don't have a sky on me; what I pierced was my pants and her pajamas, flesh so close together, the only two layers of barrier. Many friends who talk about harassment and counter-harassment on public transport, think about it: two strangers' bodies merely touching, compared to sex, it's just a thin layer of clothing—doesn't it feel like being so close yet so far? But I can't resist, I can't rush in. I need to regulate my emotions slowly, I can't rush in now, that's just reckless. Leaders always cough a few times before speaking; now, it's "coughing time" before sex! I held Chen Xiaolan in my arms, my gaze brushing past her small ear as I looked at the photos on the computer—artistic photos, everyday photos. Quite a few. Chen Xiaolan tilted her head slightly and smiled at me, saying, "Want to see my nude photos?" Wow, that's great! I quickly said I wanted to. Holding a woman I was about to have sex with and looking at her nude photos—this was incredibly exciting. I couldn't think of a suitable word to describe it; it was like a lustful little bird preening its feathers in the dead of night, preparing to sing. I couldn't help but excitedly rub and grab her breasts a few times. She twisted her body and said, "Don't move, look good!" Last night, I was watching TV, and they were talking about the 1983 version of [a TV series/film]. They interviewed some girls, asking them which character they liked. The only pretty girl said she liked Yang Kang, "He's handsome, although his character is bad, there's an evil element in his personality," but "I still like his type." Sigh, evil people, as long as they have a financial foundation, can get women! And with a certain level of financial foundation, women can forget about his looks. This doesn't refer to Yang Kang's type. I once read a post saying that good men never meet virgins, and I completely agree. Sigh, why bring this up? Oh, evil! At this moment, Chen Xiaolan and I are undoubtedly evil! But this evil is the "bedroom slut" type, worthy of promotion and widespread adoption! The nude photos were quickly pulled up… These nude photos aren't very good; they were selfies taken with a phone, and the resolution wasn't high back then, so they're a bit blurry. I remember one was a white patch; I couldn't tell what part of her body it was—her breasts or her face? Neither; it turned out to be her butt. Seriously, there are people who do this kind of thing. Not bad, I like it. Blurry is fine, anyway, the real, lively thing is right there on my lap. Every time I look at a photo, I rub some oil on a certain part of her body. Oh, at this moment, my hand, which "doesn't always obey orders," has already taken it upon itself to slip inside her pajamas, and my gradually unfolding plan is beginning to crumble. Although she's wearing underwear, my heart is already naked. The nude photo session ended quickly; the appetizer was done. When I lifted Chen Xiaolan's purple bra and bit her breast, her head tilted back, a moan escaping her throat. This move was a bit difficult, but luckily we were both flexible. She sat on my lap, I held her back, twisted my body, and stretched my neck, like a whale drinking water… unrestrained! My brain was completely shut down. I kept biting, biting, then picked her up and carried her to the bed in a few steps. The bed wasn't ready yet; the mattress was just on the floor—convenient, no fear of rolling off in the heat of the moment. "Have you showered?" she asked again. I said I showered at home, but you haven't? She said no. "Then hurry up and go!" I undressed her completely. She went to shower! Showering before sex is necessary; I prefer a clean and refreshed body. As for lust, it's not like a fledgling bird can't control itself. It can be made to burn brightly or subside at will, right? I took off my clothes and got ready, originally intending to go in and play in the water together, but her bathroom was rather small. If I went in, we wouldn't be able to play in the water, and it would be uncomfortable if it got clogged. Chen Xiaolan finished showering quickly, coming out in less than five minutes. She was incredibly fast; it seems her burgeoning passion had unleashed her bathing potential. A white, naked body stood before me… As mentioned last time, I was wrapped in a towel, and in a flash, a white, naked female body appeared before my eyes, with everything it should have, and even things it shouldn't have—in the middle of her breast, at the Tanzhong acupoint, there was a rose tattoo! It seems that in the 21st century, not only has French romance arrived, but their art of "sculpting" the body has also come. I don't like this, though! But I don't object, as long as it's not my wife. Looking up, Chen Xiaolan's seductive gaze was fixed on my forehead. Her breasts, like two white crescent moons, hung from the ceiling, her legs straight, making her appear very imposing. I felt insignificant, and oppressed by her imposing presence, I rebelled. I straightened up and reached for her thighs, moving upwards. I stood up! I kicked the towel against the wall, and we faced each other naked, first offering a polite hug! A fierce hug! Chen Xiaolan shuddered, crying out, "Ouch! Be gentle, you're choking me!" My hands skillfully traced her smooth back, like the surface of a computer monitor, stroking her buttocks a few times and gently patting them. To be honest, the first time I'd seen what writers often described as a "perky butt" was on a bus. A girl wearing jeans, I don't know how she styled it, had a particularly perky butt, reminding me of a peacock's tail. That was the first time I had concrete physical evidence of the term "perky butt," and...It's not just a descriptive term. But girls like that are rare, maybe I just haven't met many. Chen Xiaolan wasn't one either; her buttocks were small, easily held in the palm of my hand. ...Later, I learned that was her new home. That night was unforgettable... The female protagonist of this post is also a friend of mine online. Back then, 263 chat rooms were still accessible, very lively, with all kinds of women; if you could only deduce from their names, you could basically find them all. But now, 263 chat rooms seem to be gone, right? I chatted very well with a woman named "Lazy Woman." We exchanged phone numbers. Her surname was Chen, and I saved her as "Chen Xiaolan." It was late summer; when we met through chatting, I was still out of town, not back in Beijing. Things in this world are unpredictable. I was diligently searching for a romantic encounter in Beijing but couldn't find one, but a casual chat led to my dream coming true. We kept in touch via text message, and about a week later, I returned to Beijing. I lived in Bajiao. One night, without any premeditation, planning, or ulterior motive, I had just finished showering and was watching TV. It was around 11 PM when a message came in, asking what I was doing. I saw it was from Chen Xiaolan. I replied that I was back to before the dawn of human civilization. She was puzzled and asked what I meant. "You're not wearing any clothes, huh? Hahaha, come over here!" Her message immediately excited me, and my mind started racing, instinctively assessing its authenticity and safety. After years of online experience, judging the safety of online acquaintances before meeting them in person is second nature to me. I asked her where she lived. If she was vague, saying something like, "Call me when you get here, I'll come over," it was basically a scam. If she could give me a specific address, preferably the house number, then it should be fine. Sure enough, she gave me a fairly specific address. I hadn't used sex to enhance my soul in a while, and the loneliness of the night was also pushing me to go. The place I was going to was Deshengmen North Street. I'm single, and Bajiao is my rented apartment. But in this 14-story building, not many private stories have happened that my friends would be interested in, except for one. I'll tell you about it later. Being single is convenient; I can go out anytime, and I can stay away from home anytime. However, the number of times I'm not home is very few; nightlife isn't my main focus. Just in case, I carry my self-defense scissors. I practice unrestricted combat in Hangzhou, specifically for street fights, and the best weapon for self-defense is scissors. They're not classified as controlled knives, so they're legal to carry. I make a plastic sheath and carry it. A few petty thugs are no problem for me. Fighting is similar to making love—whether you're good at making love (or fighting) doesn't depend on being thin or fat. I just haile a black cab and speed away. I keep my text messages constantly engaged, just to maintain the atmosphere for sex. An unknown world is unfolding before me; what kind of woman is Chen Xiaolan? No traffic at night; it's a free world. (http://444943.)I arrived at Deshengmen Bridge North quickly. I got off the bus on the west side of the road. Then I called Chen Xiaolan, who gave me directions, and I arrived at a residential area. I observed the surrounding environment and went upstairs. When I knocked on the door, I saw her, and she saw me. The atmosphere immediately relaxed. I had basically ruled out the safety factors. What I was afraid of was facing a dinosaur-like face that seemed to have traveled to the modern era. By extension, she must have had the same concern! When our eyes met, we scanned each other and were relatively satisfied. OK, OK! Chen Xiaolan was a lazy woman, at least that was her temperament. Her features were nice, although not exquisite, but the word "delicate" was appropriate. It is rare to find a slender figure with full breasts at the same time. To nitpick, Chen Xiaolan was about 165 cm tall, and her breasts were not very full. I went into her home. It was indeed a "new home," haha, because she had just moved in and rented a new place. She didn't use any of her own money. The post title was misleading. A silent sofa, a thriving computer, and a messy yet alluring bed. Small talk was always necessary; foreplay begins outside the realm of privacy. Our conversation consisted of several parts: looking at her photos, discussing how she could tidy up the house, and who should shower first. While looking at her photos, I clicked my tongue in interest, though I'd already seen her shapely figure beneath her yellow pajamas. What's so interesting about those photos? They seem like something from my student days... The girls' room was the same as always, nothing else to talk about, so I just used photos to fill the time. Suddenly she said, "Why don't we look at the photos on the computer?" I happily agreed. Looking at the computer chair, I planned to sit down first, then Chen Xiaolan would sit on my lap, and then... hehehe, wow, that would be so great! I almost laughed out loud. (I didn't know the word "hehe" before.) As the ancients said, "The beacon of desire burns against sleepless sorrow." If you're worried about not being able to sleep, won't your desire continue to burn? Sure enough, it went exactly as I imagined, the position was correct. It was during my... It was completed at the suggestion of a joke, and the transition was very natural. Her two buttocks rubbed against my legs, and my erect penis suddenly revealed its true form, piercing the sky without being broken! There was no sky on me, what was pierced was my pants and her pajamas, flesh so close together, the only two layers of barriers. Many friends who talk about bus harassment and anti-harassment, think about it, two strangers' bodies are just stuck together, compared to sex, it's just a thin layer of clothing, doesn't it feel like being so close yet so far? But I can't hold back, I can't rush, I have to regulate my emotions slowly, I can't rush in now, that's reckless. Leaders always cough a few times before speaking, now is the "coughing time" before sex! I hugged Chen Xiaolan, my eyes brushing past her small ears as I looked at the photos on the computer, there were artistic photos, there were casual photos. Quite a lot. Chen Xiaolan tilted her head slightly and smiled at me, saying, do you want to see my nude photos? Wow, that's great, great, I quickly said I wanted to see. Hugging someone who was about to have sex Seeing her nude photos on TV was incredibly stimulating; I couldn't think of a suitable word to describe it. Like a lustful bird preening its feathers in the dead of night, preparing to sing. I couldn't help but excitedly squeeze and rub her breasts a few times. She twisted her body, saying, "Don't move, it's so beautiful!" Last night, I was watching TV and they were talking about the 1983 version of [a TV series title - likely a reference to a historical drama]. They interviewed some girls, asking them which character they liked. The only pretty girl said she liked Yang Kang, "He's handsome, although his character is bad, there's an evil element in his personality," but "I still like his type." Sigh, evil people, as long as they have a financial foundation, can get women! And with a certain level of financial foundation, women can forget about his looks. This doesn't refer to Yang Kang's type. I once read a post saying that good men can't find virgins, and I completely agree. Sigh, why bring this up? Oh, evil! At this moment, Chen Xiaolan and I are undoubtedly evil! But this kind of evil is the "bedroom slut" type, worthy of promotion and advocacy! The nude photos were quickly pulled up… These nude photos weren't very good; they were selfies taken with a phone, and the resolution wasn't high back then, so they were a bit blurry. I remember one was a white blotch; I couldn't tell what part of her body it was—her breasts or her face? Neither; it turned out to be her butt. Seriously, some people are so quirky. Not bad, I like it. Blurry is fine, anyway, the real, lively figure is right there on my lap. With each photo, I'd rub some oil on a certain part of her body. Oh, at this point, my hand, "disobeying orders from the emperor," had already taken it upon itself to slip inside her pajamas, and my gradually unfolding plan was beginning to crumble. Although she was wearing underwear, my heart was already naked. Soon, the nude photo viewing segment ended abruptly; the appetizer was finished. When I lifted Chen Xiaolan's purple bra and bit her breast, her head tilted back, and a moan escaped her throat. This action was still… It was a bit challenging, but luckily we're both quite flexible. She sat on my lap, I held her back, twisted my body, stretched my neck, and like a whale drinking water…unrestrained! My brain was completely shut down. I kept biting and biting, then picked her up and got to the bed in a few steps. The bed wasn't made yet; the mattress was just placed on the floor, very convenient, no fear of rolling off in the heat of the moment. "Have you showered?" she asked again. I said I showered at home, but you haven't? She said no. "Then hurry up and go!" I undressed her completely. She went to shower! Showering before sex is necessary; I prefer a clean and refreshed body. As for lust, it's not like a fledgling can't control itself. It can be made to burn or subside as desired, right? I took off my clothes and got ready. I originally wanted to go in and play in the water together, but her bathroom was quite small. If I went in, we wouldn't be able to play in the water, and it would be uncomfortable. Chen Xiaolan finished showering quickly, coming out in less than five minutes. It was incredibly fast; apparently, her burgeoning passion had unleashed her bathing potential. A pale, white body stood before me… As mentioned before, I was wrapped in a towel when a pale, white female body suddenly appeared before my eyes, possessing everything one would expect, and even things that shouldn't be there—in the center of her breasts, at the Tanzhong acupoint, there was a rose tattoo! It seems that in the 21st century, not only has French romance arrived, but their art of "sculpting" the body has also come to us. I don't particularly like this! But I don't object, as long as it's not my wife. Looking up, Chen Xiaolan's seductive gaze was fixed on my forehead. Her breasts, like two white full moons hanging from the ceiling, her legs straight, making her appear very imposing. I felt insignificant, and oppressed by her imposing presence, I rebelled. I straightened up and reached for her thighs, moving upwards. I stood up! The towel… I kicked her against the wall, and we stood naked facing each other, sharing a polite hug! The hug was fierce! Chen Xiaolan shuddered, crying out, "Ouch! Be gentle, you're choking me!" My hands expertly roamed down her smooth back, like the surface of a computer monitor, kneading her buttocks a few times and gently patting them. Speaking of which, I first encountered the "perky buttocks" often described by writers on a bus once. A girl wearing jeans, I don't know how she styled them, had an exceptionally perky bottom, reminding me of a peacock's tail. That was when I first encountered the term "perky buttocks," not just a descriptive term. However, girls like that are rare, perhaps because I haven't seen many. Chen Xiaolan wasn't like that either; her bottom was small, easily held in the palm of my hand. ...Later, I learned it was her new home, an unforgettable night...

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