That night, passion erupted in her "new home"... (making love in the young woman's new home)

That night, passion in her "new home"... (making love in a young woman's new home)
Recently, there have been many stories about "massage" and "female section chiefs," fabricating a batch of events,
fantasizing about a batch of feelings, sharing strange articles, and flying around in wonderful stories. It's not bad for everyone to join in the fun. However, I never fabricate stories or write erotic novels. The past events are vivid and I never fabricate anything.
The female protagonist of this post is also a friend of mine online. At that time, the 263 chat room was still accessible and very lively, with all kinds of women. If you could only judge from their names, you could basically find them all. But now, it seems that the 263 chat room is gone, right?
I chatted very well with a woman named "Lazy Woman." In the end, 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 and hadn't returned to Beijing. Things in the world are unpredictable. I was working hard to find a romantic encounter in Beijing but couldn't find one. However, 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 text message arrived 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, wondering what I meant. "No clothes on, 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 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, 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. Fighting is similar to making love—whether you're good at making love (or fighting) doesn't depend on being thin or fat.
I take a black cab and speed off. I keep the text messages flowing, 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. Soon I 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 to a residential area. I observed my surroundings 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 safety concerns; what I feared most was facing a face that looked like a dinosaur transported to the modern world—a truly frightening sight. By extension, she must have had the same worry! When our eyes met, we scanned each other, and both were 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 someone with a slender figure and 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 was indeed a "new place," haha, because she had just moved in; it was a newly rented apartment. I didn't mislead anyone with the title of this post. A sofa sat silently, a computer stood alertly, and a bed, though messy, was the most alluring.
Small talk was always necessary; foreplay began outside of private matters.
Our conversation went through several parts: looking at her photos, discussing how she could make the room 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 we look at some 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, hehe, damn, that would be so great! I almost laughed out loud. (I didn't know the word "hehe" before.)
As the ancients said: "Jiang Feng's desire burns against his sorrowful sleep." If you're worried about not being able to sleep, won't your desire continue to burn?
Sure enough, it went exactly as I'd planned, the position was correct. It was completed at my joking suggestion, a very natural transition. Her two buttocks rubbed against my lap, and my erect penis suddenly revealed its true form, piercing the sky! There was no clear sky above me; what was pierced was my pants and her pajamas, flesh so close yet so far, the only two layers of protection. Many friends who talk about public transport harassment and counter-harassment, think about it: two strangers' bodies merely pressed 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 couldn't resist, I couldn't rush in. I had to regulate my emotions slowly, not rush in impulsively now; that would be reckless. Leaders always cough a few times before speaking; now, it was "coughing time" before sex!
I held Chen Xiaolan close, my eyes brushing past her small ears 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, looking at her nude photos—this was incredibly stimulating. I can't think of a suitable word to describe it; a wanton little bird begins to preen 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 and said, "Don't move, look good!"
Last night, I was watching TV, and they were talking about the 1983 version of the TV series. They interviewed some girls and asked them which character they liked. The only pretty girl said she liked Yang Kang, "He's handsome, although he's a bad person, there's an evil element in his personality," but "I still like his type." Sigh, evil people
can get women as long as they have a financial foundation! And when their financial foundation reaches a certain level, women can forget about their 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 am I saying all this? Oh, evil! At this moment, Chen Xiaolan and I are undoubtedly evil! But this kind of evil is the "slut in bed" type, which is worth promoting and carrying forward!
The nude photos were quickly pulled up...
These nude photos are really not good. They were taken with a mobile phone, and the resolution wasn't high back then, so they're a bit blurry. I remember one of them was a white patch, I can't tell what part of her it was, her breasts or her face? No, it wasn't her butt. Seriously, this is funny. Not bad, I like it. Blurry is fine, anyway, the real, lively thing is right there on my lap. With each picture, I rubbed some oil on a certain spot. Oh, at this moment, my hand, which had been defying orders, had already taken it upon itself to slip inside her pajamas. My gradually unfolding plan was beginning to crumble.
Though she was wearing underwear, my heart was 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. However, her bathroom was rather small; if I went in, we wouldn't be able to play in the water, and it would be uncomfortable.
Chen Xiaolan finished washing quickly, coming out in less than five minutes—very fast indeed, 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 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. I don't 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, her whole body appearing very imposing. I am insignificant, yet oppressed by the mighty, I rebel. I straightened up and reached for her thigh, moving against the current.
I stood up! I kicked the towel against the wall, and we faced each other naked, first with a polite hug! A fierce hug! Chen Xiaolan shuddered and cried out, "Ouch! Be gentle, you're strangling me!" My hand skillfully caressed her smooth back, like the surface of a computer monitor, kneading 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 when I first encountered the term "perky butt," not just a descriptive term. But girls like that are rare, perhaps because I haven't seen many. Chen Xiaolan wasn't one either; her butt was small, easily held in the palm of my hand. ...
Later, I learned it was her new home. Unforgettable that night.

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