It's all because of loneliness.

My name is Xiaoyue. I met Xiaoyue in a NetEase chat room.
It was a rainy winter in Shenyang. I was in an internet cafe, and I opened the NetEase chat room. My username was "Fishing Alone in the Cold River," and hers was "A Fish That Swims All Day." She greeted me first.
She asked, "How many fish have you caught?"
I replied, "One."
She asked, "Where?"
I said, "It's already on the hook.
" She laughed and said she hadn't taken the bait yet, and then we started chatting.
She said it was actually her birthday today. She was divorced and alone in the northern winter, feeling very lonely. She felt suddenly very desolate and had nothing to do. The chat room was full of people trying to pick her up directly, which was boring.
I wished her a happy birthday, and then we chatted about her feelings. I said I felt the same way, that I was even worse off than her. I was in an internet cafe, without any friends, also in a northern city, and it was very cold, so I had to kill time in the internet cafe.
She asked where I was, and it turned out I was in Shenyang.
I said, "Let me come celebrate your birthday," and she said, "Okay," sending me her address. I thought, "This is promising!"
It was already 7 PM. She lived on Zhongjie Street, while I was on Taiyuan Street. I rushed out, spent over 200 yuan on a cake (I forget the brand), and took a taxi straight to her place. I didn't have an umbrella, and she came downstairs to meet me. She was touched by the beautiful cake I'd bought. I held the umbrella, put my arm around her shoulder, and she didn't push me away as we went upstairs. Upstairs, my coat was soaked, and she took it off and hung it up.
The room wasn't big, a small one-bedroom apartment, but it was very charming.
Xiaoyue was a typical northern girl, with big, lovely eyes that evoked a sense of tenderness. Her lips were full, but her mouth was small and sexy. She had a well-proportioned figure, on the fuller side. Her legs were long and strong, clearly from regular exercise; the lines of her hips and thighs were beautiful.
I opened the cake and sang her a birthday song. She was very touched, suddenly kissed me, and then blushed and shyly lowered her head.
Men love a woman's gentleness and boundless shyness.
I didn't take advantage of the situation; instead, I gently fed her cake and softly praised her.
I looked at her tenderly and said, "You're so beautiful." She said, "You're naughty, why are you looking at me like that? It makes me shy."
There was no awkwardness. After finishing the cake, she got up to pack the rest into the refrigerator. Unfortunately, the string wasn't tied properly, and the cake box suddenly fell off. I quickly got up to help, and she bent down to grab it too. In the end, we wrapped the cake together, and our faces pressed together.
She looked at me, and we could feel each other's breath. Her face was flushed, full of shyness, and she was incredibly beautiful. She looked at me and whispered, "You bad boy."
At that moment, I felt the time was right. I leaned forward and gently kissed her lips. She closed her eyes.
I put the cake down, hugged her tightly, and kissed her passionately. Her lips were my favorite—full and sexy; I still can't forget her face.
We kissed passionately for over ten minutes, then I gently pushed her onto the bed. She was shy and passive; I took the initiative. Her earlobes were very sensitive. Whenever I took her earlobe in my mouth and breathed into her ear canal, letting my hot breath surround her ear, she would tremble all over.
I kissed her and praised her. My hand slipped inside her clothes, grasping her large breasts, a C-cup. I gradually removed her clothes, kissing down her neck, then suddenly took her nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it deeply, sometimes teasing it with my tongue, sometimes kneading it with my large hand; her breathing became noticeably rapid.
I kissed down her chest to her lower abdomen, gently pulling down her pants, biting her panties with my teeth until they came off. Her
pubic hair was incredibly thick and completely wet. I lowered my head to kiss her, but she quickly sat up and said, "No, no," she was too shy.
I kissed her sexy lips again and said, "I'm in."
I quickly stripped naked, grabbed my penis, aimed it, and slowly thrust in. It went smoothly; there was plenty of fluid, so it was effortless. I found the entrance easily and slowly penetrated, going all the way in. Her vagina was deep, very deep; I hadn't even reached the very bottom, even though my penis was quite long.
There weren't any other positions. When I entered, she bit her lip, moaning softly, as if afraid someone would hear.

She clung to me tightly like an octopus. I stayed in one position, thrusting in and out while kissing her, kissing her lips, her earlobes. Her earlobes were very sensitive; every time I kissed them, I could feel her whole body tremble, and her lower body would thrust even harder to meet my penetration. We did this in one position for over ten minutes. Suddenly, she hugged me even closer, arching her hips upwards, her vagina contracting violently. She was about to climax. I increased the speed of my thrusts, and we climaxed together.

After I finished, she cried, looking very fragile. I held her; I'm actually most afraid of a woman's gentleness.
She was in my arms, and we started chatting. We were both young, talking about our professions, identities, and schools. The natural conversation dispelled the awkwardness of sex. Everything was natural.
I learned that she was a designer; no wonder her room had such an artistic feel. She had a boyfriend, but they broke up. She was living alone in Shenyang, struggling, but had no friends. We did it on our first meeting, and I felt incredibly cheap, though I didn't say it aloud. I comforted her, encouraged her, and rationalized everything. We were young then, newbies, so we took everything seriously. I treated her with great care. Looking back years later, I realize that even in the world of sex, you do need to be serious.
Women are meant to be loved, not hurt. Whether it's a wife, a lover, or even just a one-night stand, you should care for a woman, not take advantage of her.

After chatting for a while, I asked her if it felt good, if she liked it. She said, "It's too big, so big, I can't handle it."

She said she wanted to see, so we took a shower together. After showering, we lay down on the bed, and she knelt down and played with my limp little penis.
After a while, she looked at me playfully and said, "Do you want me to kiss it?" I excitedly said, "Of course I do!" I really liked her lips; they were so sexy.

She took my little guy into her mouth, and it gradually grew bigger in the warm embrace. Her oral skills weren't great; her teeth were very sensitive. I had to patiently teach her how to do it, and she improved quickly.

After my penis was fully erect, she looked at it and said, "It's really big. I can't imagine how it can go in with her small penis." I said, "Watch this time, see how it goes in." She nodded shyly.

I had her sit on the bed, leaning back slightly, her hands supporting her body behind her, so she could see us intercourse when she looked down. I spread her labia with one hand, and this time I could clearly see what her vulva looked like—wet, pink, and small, like barren land, full of moisture. I spread her labia with the other hand, aimed my glans at the entrance, and pushed forward. She made a moaning sound.

She watched me slowly penetrate, saying, "It's really all the way in." You could see that my penis was almost completely inside her. Then I pulled out, letting her clearly see how we were having sex.
She asked me, "Do you think I'm a bad girl?" I said, "Of course not, I initiated it."
She said, "Let's change positions, you can do it from behind."
It was then that I realized she was actually quite submissive. The lines of her buttocks when she bent over were so beautiful. I tried to kiss them several times, but she wouldn't let me. She bent over and slapped her buttocks, and I thrust in hard. I could feel that she enjoyed this feeling. She urged me, "Faster, faster!" I pounded her buttocks with all my might. She grabbed my hand and slapped it with one hand on her buttocks. I understood.
I thrust my big cock into her while slapping her buttocks, leaving marks all over them from my five fingers. She tried her best to stick her buttocks out, even reaching behind her to spread her buttocks open, urging me to fuck her harder.
Her vagina was very deep; my 17cm member couldn't even reach her G-spot. That was fine, because that way I didn't have to worry about hurting her if I used too much force. I continued to thrust in and out with wide, unrestrained strokes. Her tight little buttocks were so sexy that I couldn't resist climbing down and biting them a couple of times. Unexpectedly, she screamed with excitement. It turned out she had some masochistic tendencies.
I started calling her "little bitch," and she surprisingly agreed readily. I began giving her simple commands, like turning over and putting a pillow under her buttocks, then I started thrusting into her like a jackhammer. While I was fucking her, I pinched her nipples with both hands, squeezing them slightly; the slight pain seemed to please her. She started moaning louder.
Having sex on our first meeting was already stimulating, so I didn't last long before ejaculating. When I ejaculated, I pinned her against the wall, lifting her long, slender legs, completely exposing her vagina, and shooting deep inside her.
She was exhausted, curling up in my arms like a kitten, letting her semen flow freely onto the bed.
She later told me a lot, about her upbringing, her romantic experiences, and asked if I liked her. Of course I said yes, because she was indeed very beautiful, and I really did like her.
Back then, while I wasn't exactly a heartthrob, I was still quite handsome, with a charismatic and mature charm. I was confident in my ability to attract women.
Later, we tried dating, but it ultimately ended due to personality clashes. She was very feminine and somewhat capricious, while I was quite chauvinistic at the time.
Since we were both single and lived in the same city, I would stay with her for a few days each week. She had a princess-like personality, and I spent all my monthly salary on her, even maxing out my credit cards.
Of course, I also left deep marks on her; I did everything I could except for anal sex. What I liked most about her was doing role-playing scenarios, simulating different scenarios for sex. She loved it when I was dressed in a suit and she wore a uniform or business attire, making herself look like she was being humiliated.
Heaven is fair to everyone; there are things you love and things you don't want to accept.
We were together for about three months before it came to an end. After all, even the most beautiful sex eventually becomes tiresome.

[The End]

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