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Five years ago, I was a senior in college with a boyfriend who loved me very much. We didn't go to the same university, but he would take the bus for half an hour every day to come see me. We studied together, and mosquitoes would swarm my legs in my short skirt. He would swat them away while rolling up his own pants, but even so, the clever mosquitoes showed no interest in his hairy legs. I loved snacks, so he liked to wear clothes with many pockets, each filled with my favorite treats, ensuring I was never disappointed when I checked his pockets.
I gave him my virginity when I was 17, a sophomore in high school. I seduced him out of curiosity. He always objected, saying he wanted to save my virginity for our wedding night. But how could a normal man resist the temptation of the girl he loved? So, he reluctantly gave in. It hurt a lot, but I didn't see any blood. He still looked happy and promised to take responsibility for me. I didn't feel much joy or gratitude. I thought, I didn't love him enough.
From my junior year of high school to my senior year of college, over six years, we broke up no less than 300 times. Each time, I was the one who initiated it. The reason could be that the KFC he bought me was cold, or that the TT (Toilet Tea) he bought me didn't have the lemon scent I liked. Each time, I returned to his arms after his confessions. But I know I didn't love him enough; otherwise, I wouldn't have been so willful and disregarded his feelings, making breakups so commonplace. Even seeing his pained expression made me feel a little smug.
He always objected to me going online, saying that men online were bad and that I was too naive to be fooled. I didn't believe him; did I look like someone so easily fooled? Senior year was free time; six months to finish a paper—frankly, two weeks would have been enough. So I went online with my roommate. The rest of the story is cliché: on QQ, I met someone and fell in love with him.
(II)
I forgot to mention, my boyfriend's name is Silian, and the one on QQ, let's call him Peiling for now. Pei-ling and I both type very slowly. I'm slow because I haven't touched a keyboard since my computer proficiency exam in my freshman year, and he's slow because he's from Guangdong and his pinyin is terrible. But that didn't stop us from loving each other. We never used the word "love" because of the distance, but I knew we loved each other.
He called me; his Mandarin wasn't standard, but his voice was so beautiful it captivated me. I've forgotten what we talked about on QQ and on the phone; five years have passed, and the memories aren't clear. But I can't forget that on a gloomy afternoon, I was idly waiting for him to come online at an internet cafe when he called to say he was waiting for me in room 1016 of the ** Hotel, less than a kilometer from my school!
Even though it was less than a kilometer, I still took a taxi there. We arrived before I even settled in. The elevator went up to the 10th floor, and I started to feel nervous and hesitant. I rummaged through my bag; I didn't have a mirror. But I knew I didn't look good. For the ten days since we met, I'd spent more than eight hours a day in internet cafes, eating chocolate when I was hungry—how could I possibly look radiant? At the door of 1016, I didn't ring the doorbell, but dialed his cell phone and told him I was at the door. He opened the door still holding his phone. His first expression upon seeing me was a smile, and I have to admit, his smile was truly beautiful, as if it carried the abundant sunshine of the South, illuminating the entire gloomy sky. Haha, a bit of an exaggeration, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I guess! The first thing he said to me was, "You're so tall!" I didn't know how to respond, so I smiled back at him.
(III)

The following events were even more cliché. The TV was showing a concert by Jimmy Lin from his early days, when he was my idol back in junior high. I watched the TV absentmindedly. He said he had some work to do, so he opened his laptop and worked on it for a while. I looked at his back; he wasn't exactly burly, but he had a very well-proportioned figure. His appearance wasn't the stereotypical image of a Cantonese man with a pointed chin and monkey-like cheeks (sorry, it was a prejudice; I apologize to Cantonese men). He had fair skin, a baby face, and big eyes—just my type.
About half an hour later, he closed his laptop and said he was hungry. We went to eat together at a famous restaurant in the city, which I had chosen. I genuinely wanted to treat him, but he paid the bill while he went to the restroom (is it common for men in Guangzhou to insist on paying?). He didn't eat much, and neither did I. Most of the time, I watched him. He ate very elegantly and cutely, holding his chopsticks in his left hand. When he looked up and noticed me watching him, he smiled and asked why I wasn't eating. I didn't answer, and then he asked me with a wronged look if I had lost my appetite just seeing him.
During this time, my boyfriend called once. I saw the number, hesitated for a moment, and then answered. He asked where I was. I glanced at Peiling and decided to tell the truth. There was a moment of silence on the other end, then he said, "Have fun," and hung up. Silian has a habit of always letting me hang up first when he calls me, saying he doesn't want me to hear that hollow "beep beep" sound. But this time, he hung up first. I held the phone, listening to the hollow beeping sound from the receiver, and I was a little stunned. Across from me, Pei-ling asked, "Boyfriend?" I smiled at him, which was a tacit agreement.
Pei-ling doesn't drink or smoke, and we shared a pitcher of watermelon juice. When I asked him on QQ if he drank or smoked, he replied, "Looking for a husband? I'm qualified!" I was delighted with that. I don't like the smell of smoke and alcohol on men; it feels decadent. I like a man's fresh scent, which gives a sunny feeling, just like Pei-ling in front of me. Actually, Si-lian also doesn't smoke or drink, but... it seems there's really no logic to love or not love!
(IV)
After finishing our meal and leaving the restaurant, it wasn't even 6 o'clock yet. He asked me where I wanted to go, and I said it was a bit cold, so let's go back to the hotel. Actually, I wanted to be alone with him. Once in the room, I continued watching TV absentmindedly. He washed his hands and leaned against the bed with me to watch TV. I knew he was also absentminded. Although I hadn't been a virgin for a long time, I was still unfamiliar with one-night stands back then. I loved Pei-ling, but I never thought about having sex with him. We chatted while watching TV; I don't remember exactly what we talked about, only that he smiled and pinched my nose, his face very close to mine, and I instinctively flinched away. After I flinched a few times, he got up and said he had work to do, then opened his laptop, and I saw him using Outlook to send and receive emails.
At 9:30, I told him the dorm closed at 10:30 and I had to go back. Let me clarify, I genuinely said goodbye and went home, because I never intended to spend the night with a man I'd just met, even though I loved him. He paused slightly when I said I was going home, then smiled and offered to take me home. I insisted it wasn't necessary, and he walked me to the elevator. As the elevator doors closed, I saw him wave. Back in the dorm, my roommate said Silian had called countless times all night. Just then, the phone rang again; it was indeed Silian. Hearing my voice, I could clearly sense his happiness. I asked him why he didn't call my cell phone, and he said he didn't want to interfere too much. Sigh! I
had sex with Peiling the next morning. He was scheduled to fly back to Guangzhou at 10:30 AM, and I was supposed to see him off at the hotel at 7:00 AM. When I opened the door, he was still in his pajamas, about to take a shower. Guangzhou people are so troublesome; they have to shower before and after waking up! But I absolutely loved the fresh, soapy scent he smelled like. While he showered, I leaned against the bed, idly watching TV. Ten minutes later, I heard him come out. I glanced at him and almost choked—he was only wearing his underwear, his hair was wet, and he looked incredibly sexy.
(V)
He abruptly said, "You promised me!" My heart raced. I thought he meant the promise I'd made on QQ to kiss him, so I guiltily replied, "What did I promise you?" He grinned mischievously, "What else could it be? You promised to buy me breakfast!" I breathed a sigh of relief, but was also a little disappointed. I took a still-warm pancake from my bag and handed it to him. He took it with a satisfied look and took a bite, then leaned against the pillow next to me. When I took my second bite, he asked me, "Have you eaten yet?" I said, "Yes." He then asked, "Do you want me to feed you some more?" I was speechless. He took a bite of the pancake and then moved closer to me. In my panic, I closed my eyes.
I felt his lips press against mine, his tongue gently parting them, then feeding me the small piece of biscuit he was holding. He tilted his head slightly, smiling at me from very close range. I must have looked absolutely dazed, the biscuit in my mouth, unsure whether to spit it out or swallow it. He leaned close to my ear and said in a voice so gentle it could melt my heart, "Baby, eat it quickly, I want to kiss you more." I don't know why I was so obedient; perhaps women in love are just that foolish. I chewed a few bites haphazardly and swallowed the biscuit. He then picked up the milk beside him, took a sip, and fed it to me. This time, he didn't leave but held me tightly.
He kissed me gently, and when I tried to push him away, he held me even tighter. I lost myself, my arms wrapping around his neck. I felt his hands move to my chest, gently caressing me. Because it was winter, I was wearing many layers, and he patiently kissed me as he helped me undress. When I was down to my underwear, he stopped. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at my body. Suddenly, he pressed down on me, roughly unhooking my bra and then taking my mouth into his.

(VI)
I was so weak I couldn't muster any strength, and could only keep whispering "I love you" in his ear. But later I finally realized how foolish I was, actually saying "I love you" to someone who only wanted my body! But that's another story, so let's leave it at that.
I felt him unzipping my jeans, and I suddenly came to my senses, feeling that I shouldn't be doing this, even though I loved him so much at the time. I freed my hands to stop him, but he held my hands down with one hand while continuing to unzip my jeans with the other. I said, "Please don't," and he stopped, kissing my earlobe while saying, "Baby, give it to me."
I still tried to stop him, but he actually pulled off the drawstring of my pajamas and tied my hands together.
I knew deep down that I longed to have sex with him, otherwise I wouldn't have let him hold me so easily. There's an impulse called being possessed, and at that moment I completely lost myself. For a fleeting moment, I thought of Silian, the boy who had loved me since I was 17. But it was only for a moment; my heart was completely blinded by the lust before me.
Also, I loved Peiling, even though I knew he wasn't worthy of my love. I still loved him for a very long time afterward, even five years later, when he was a husband and father, and I was a wife and mother, I still couldn't completely let go.
Finally, I stood naked before Peiling, my hands still bound. Even without the bindings, I wouldn't have resisted anymore. Peiling gently stroked me with one hand, his burning lips occasionally brushing against my burning body. I dared not open my eyes, but I knew he was undressing himself.
By this time, I was overflowing with desire. He felt my lust with his fingers. After stroking me, he held his wet hand in front of me, chuckling softly, "Baby, look, what's flowing from your body is enough to raise fish."
I forgot to mention, that year, I was 22, and Peiling was 25. He told me on QQ that he'd had five women. Lying beneath him, I told myself, "I'm his sixth."
I groaned, and his breathing grew heavier. He kissed me, his erection pressing against me like an arrow ready to be released. In that instant, I thought of Silian again, of my first time. Guilt overwhelmed me, and I cried out "No!" again. Peiling paused, but ignored me. He spread my legs with his own. I struggled, but he pressed between my legs and kissed me. I trembled and gave up resisting.
He got off the bed and carried me to the edge, letting my legs wrap around his waist, then thrust into me. I reached orgasm before him. He leaned down and whispered, "Can I ejaculate inside you?" I bit my lip, a silent consent. He lifted my legs, placing them on his shoulders, and then I felt his powerful thrusts, felt his contractions inside me.
He untied the straps of his pajamas that bound my hands and said, "Hug me, baby." I obediently hugged him tightly, stroking his hair. He buried his head contentedly in my chest. (
VII)

Feeling Pei Ling's touch, I woke up. I rested my head on his left shoulder, giving him a bear hug, and he was gently stroking my back. I had been pretending to sleep, just to enjoy this warm moment. He took my hand from his chest and slowly moved it down, letting me feel his hardness. I couldn't help but want to pull my hand back, but that gave away the fact that I was already awake.
"Little baby, you're so heartless, letting me burn with desire while you pretend to be asleep!"
I stubbornly buried my head in his chest. He pulled me onto him, and his hot, hard member pressed against me, leaving me at a loss.
"Baby, I want you."
This time he didn't move, watching me clumsily insert him into me with a half-smile. I slowly rose and fell, and he nibbled on my earlobe, praising me, "Baby's getting better and better." Embarrassed, I buried my head in his shoulder, unwilling to move any further.
“Women are really hard to praise!” he sighed softly. Then he held my waist, and I moaned with his rhythm.
“Is it good?”
“My legs are a little sore,” I said honestly. He picked me up, placed me on top of him, and returned to the traditional position, entering me again. He told me, “If you’re tired, don’t move. Just enjoy it. But make a loud noise to encourage me.”
I reached another climax, and he released inside me again.
He suggested we shower together, but I shook my head, and he didn’t insist. By the time we finished showering, it was already 11 o’clock. We definitely wouldn’t make our 10:30 flight, but we could still check out.
Actually, I really hoped Pei-ling could stay, but I didn’t mention it because I knew that if he wanted to stay, he would stay even without me saying so, and if he didn’t want to stay, forcing him would be pointless.
We left the hotel, hailed a taxi, and told the driver to go to the nearest pharmacy. The car stopped in front of a pharmacy. He told me to wait in the car, then got out and went inside. He quickly returned to the car and told the driver to go to the restaurant where we had dinner together the day before. He didn't mention what he wanted to buy at the pharmacy, and I didn't ask.
We had both eaten quite a lot for lunch, and we were both hungry. Material things are the foundation of the spirit—that's so true. After a hearty meal, I suddenly thought about the impending separation, and my mood darkened. He quickly noticed my sadness, put down his chopsticks, and took my hand.

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