I've tried all sorts of men

Perhaps it was innate, but from the beginning of junior high school, I vaguely understood matters of sex between men and women, and I seemed more mature than my peers, both psychologically and emotionally. By the time I graduated from university, I had sex with my first boyfriend and gave him my virginity. During sex with him, I experienced an unprecedented pleasure, a truly euphoric feeling. Even after it was over, I was still very scared, afraid of getting pregnant, and worried that my future husband would care about these things. But now, those worries are gone. Modern society no longer adheres to those feudal traditions; at least a significant portion of people no longer do.
On the last day of the century, I married my husband. That night, our wedding night, naturally, my husband asked me to have sex, and naturally, I agreed. My husband isn't exactly a traditional man, but I still didn't tell him about my past work. Perhaps it was his first time, because after some foreplay, his penis was fully erect, rock hard, and he seemed very aroused. He said it was painfully swollen and he wanted to penetrate me. I allowed him, rolled over, and lay on my back with my legs spread around his waist, letting him straddle me and insert his penis into my body. His long, hot penis entered my body, blurry... A faint pleasure arose, pressing against the very core of my uterus. That feeling returned, intoxicating me. I moaned softly. My vagina was completely filled, tightly securing my husband's penis. Once it was fully inserted, my husband could no longer contain his overwhelming lust and began thrusting vigorously, one stroke after another. His penis rubbed against my vagina repeatedly, the pleasure gradually reaching its peak. I let my husband pour all his energy, all his strength, all his desire onto me.
That night we made love many times. Of course, my husband wondered why there was no resistance the first time he penetrated me, it was so smooth, and he didn't touch my hymen. But then he remembered that during our lovemaking, he had touched my genitals and even inserted a finger into my vagina. He believed that was when he broke my hymen, so he didn't bother me at all.
In the years after we got married, we explored more and more different things. Sometimes on weekends, my husband would put a pornographic VCD in the bedroom, and we would do it together. We even tried some wild things like anal and oral sex, just like the Europeans and Americans we saw on TV. Because we never wanted children, we didn't have to worry about anything at home, and sometimes we did it in the kitchen, living room, or even on the balcony.
Later, because of my husband's career development, he was ordered to work far away from home, only able to come back two or three times a month. My sex drive was so strong that I could never have enough sex, perhaps because of my sexual needs. When my husband couldn't satisfy me, I started using QQ to find sexual partners online, and my online time became more frequent. At first, I just had virtual sex with other men online to satisfy my inner desires, but gradually, I developed the idea of finding a sexual partner in real life. I chatted online for a long time but didn't find anyone suitable. Later, I met a man who was four years younger than me, but still very mature. He was from the same area, and we met twice. We felt we got along very well, so we became sexual partners.
That night, I finally had the urge to let him go to a hotel with me. He said he was in... In a hotel room (number), he told me to take a taxi as soon as possible, and he would prepare everything.
His penis thrust in, a jolt of electricity spreading through my body. The glans reached my cervix, a tingling, itchy sensation that felt wonderful. He lifted my legs and used a wheelchair-like position to thrust, each thrust deeper than the last, each withdrawal bringing out some fluid, so I could see his pubic hair covered in a lot of sticky, wet fluid. Under his intense thrusting, I cried out loudly, waves of pleasure washing over me, numbing my entire body. After about ten minutes of thrusting, he ejaculated, collapsing beside me, panting heavily. But only because of this... One orgasm wasn't enough for me. I knew he needed to recover before his penis could become erect again to satisfy me once more. So I used a towel to wipe away the sticky fluid on his penis and then used my mouth to stimulate it.
Actually, I was very conflicted the whole way there, unsure if I should do this, wondering what the consequences would be. But I'm a woman with strong desires, and emotion ultimately overcame reason. For my own needs, and to prevent boredom after years of marriage, I found a reason to maintain my composure and went anyway.
When we arrived at the hotel room, he came down to greet me and let me in, knowing that tonight... I was going to have sex with him, so I didn't wear many clothes beforehand. I just put on a black denim dress and flat shoes. When we entered the room, he seemed to have been holding back for a long time. After hanging up the "Do Not Disturb" sign and leaving, he locked the door and then picked me up and leaned me against the wall. He kept kissing my neck and exposed areas of my chest, and his hands went inside my dress to caress my thighs and buttocks. He kept murmuring something.
After he put me down, he started to take off his own clothes, and then he started to pull off my clothes. I like the feeling of being tamed by a man. I let him pull off my dress, then my bra, and finally my panties, one by one. I had him strip naked, and in the dim light, I saw his penis, slightly longer and thinner than my husband's, and it felt as hard as a stick in my hand. The thought of having sex with a man I'd only met once and had known for less than two weeks filled me with excitement and pleasure.
We kissed and embraced, he licked my mouth with his tongue, and his hands gently kneaded my breasts. I used my hand to stroke his penis, rubbing the glans. After a while, he rolled over and positioned his penis at the entrance of my vagina. I thought he was about to penetrate, so I spread my legs and lifted them... I parted my labia, revealing my vulva hidden among the pubic hair, and welcomed his penis into my vagina. He didn't rush to penetrate me, but instead rubbed the head of his penis back and forth inside my vagina, igniting my lust. That kind of desire was truly agonizing. A lot of fluid flowed from my vagina, wetting a small patch of the sheet. I couldn't take his teasing anymore. I grabbed his penis with one hand and, in a wanton voice, begged him to penetrate me.
That night, I didn't go home. We made love three or four times in the hotel room, all night long, until the early hours of the morning. By then, we were both exhausted. That night, I felt very relaxed. The release of pent-up sexual desire was perhaps a way to unleash my pent-up urges.
Later, he became my sexual partner for a long time. Whenever my husband went on a long trip, I would call him. Sometimes we'd book a hotel room, sometimes we'd just stay at home. Through QQ on the internet, I met other sexual partners. To date, I've probably maintained this kind of relationship with five men. Some were college students, some were already married, but it didn't matter. I just needed men who could satisfy me.
Women my age have very strong sexual desires. Of course, many of the abnormal articles here are definitely not written by women; women are human beings first and foremost.
Over the past five years, I've had sex with no fewer than 30 men. Most of us chatted online for a while, then met up at bars or something. If we both felt good about each other, we'd go to a hotel.
The most exciting time was with a very mature-sounding man, but when we met, I found out he was actually a senior in college. To be honest, I don't like having sex with young men; I have no experience, my practice is too short. Actually, women, like men, are also fickle. I really enjoy this single life now. I can change sexual partners frequently without any worries.
Let me talk about men's penises... Hehe...
The ones I've seen and had sex with can be roughly divided into three types: those with the same thickness at both ends, those with a thick head and a thin tail, and those with a thin head and a thick tail.
In normal intercourse, the one that satisfies me the most is the one with a thick head and a thin tail, the back-and-forth friction inside the vagina is very pleasurable. The worst is the one with a thin head and a thick tail; only the labia are rubbed, leaving the vagina feeling empty and anxious.
"I've wanted you for so long, why won't you ever let me..." I let him hold me, enjoying his kisses and caresses, feeling my vagina gradually becoming wet. Then he picked me up and placed me on the bed. It was clear he had carefully prepared the bed; the clean sheets had a pleasant fragrance.
As for oral sex, I don't really like it; it's just for the man. Some penises are thick and have shiny glans, which is fine. But some penises look disgusting, and I would never perform oral sex on them.
Anal sex is the opposite. Because the anus has sexual nerves, while the rectum doesn't. Scrubbing the anus can also be pleasurable. They're all the same thickness, nothing special. But I've found that men with penises like this generally last longer and can maintain their erection for longer.

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