The sin of forgetting love and the exquisite short story of divine love.

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I have a habit of writing down anything that touches my heart; otherwise, the memories keep replaying in my mind. Today, I'm going to write about something that touched my heart between me and my sweetheart.
That day, I had some business to attend to, and by the time I finished, it was almost 11 PM. Everyone in the car was drowsy and drunk; some were puffing on cigarettes, others were talking loudly, and I was also too drunk to pay attention to what the people around me were saying. I absentmindedly took out my phone and logged onto QQ, knowing, of course, that she wouldn't be online. She turned off her phone promptly at 10 PM and went to bed on time.
As soon as I logged onto QQ, her profile picture started flashing: "I'm going to the city to take care of some things tomorrow. Contact me if you're free." For some people, these words might be ordinary. However, for us, they carried a special meaning, foreshadowing that we were going to book a hotel room tomorrow.
A surge of joy welled up inside me, instantly sobering me up. My body trembled with excitement as I quickly sat up straight to calm myself and replied, "I'm fine, I'll see you on time tomorrow." Just a few days ago, I had asked her on QQ to count on her fingers to see when her safe period was, and I had suggested we meet and go to a hotel. She had repeatedly declined, saying, "We haven't known each other for long, and I feel like I'm being really bad right now."
I did want to, but sometimes I felt I couldn't get over that hurdle. She said it so resolutely that I thought there was really no chance of us meeting anytime soon. Unexpectedly, happiness suddenly knocked on my door, and the opportunity came so quickly.
Because of the reserved beauty of Eastern women and the influence of traditional thinking, a woman who is particularly fond of you is often somewhat hypocritical; she might say one thing but mean another. She doesn't want to be seen as a harlot by you. Even if she really wants to see you and be with you, she will only agree to your request after much refusal.
I urge all my fellow wolves to be extremely observant and attentive, scrutinizing every fleeting detail to discern their true intentions. Don't be misled by seemingly innocent words and miss your chance. Of course, missing a chance isn't just a matter of losing an opportunity; it can also breed resentment and perhaps lead to unpredictable consequences for your lack of understanding—considered costs you'll never understand.
Of course, this only applies to high-quality lovers who genuinely have feelings for each other and a touch of shame. Some might say, "It's all water, why pretend to be pure?" The water is real, that's true; isn't purity also real? It's precisely this purity that makes the love so beautiful and desirable. There's a classic song, "Actually, You Don't Understand My Heart," that has moved countless young men and women experiencing their first love. What people crave is this kind of soul-stirring feeling. As for those who engage in power-for-sex transactions, truly promiscuous men and women, they can't experience this beautiful, alluring feeling of wanting to resist.
I was wide awake. Looking around at the people around me, and thinking about how I would see my beloved sweetheart again tomorrow, I felt a secret joy that words could not describe.
Sorry, fellow wolves, we've gone off on a tangent. Let's get back to the main topic.
The next day at eight o'clock I called her. Before I could even say anything, she laughed shyly on the other end of the line. I laughed shyly too and said, "I'm fine, I'm about to leave." She just hummed in agreement and laughed again. Then she hung up.
My excitement is beyond words!
I was just about to leave for the city when something came up and I couldn't go. My heart was with my country, but I was torn between my own and others'. I was so anxious my teeth ached, and my anger was surging.
It took two hours to finish the business, and then I hurried to my destination. Although I was a little anxious, I also felt a sense of exhilaration and relief, like a fish returning to the sea.
I quickly called her to explain the situation; she had arrived and the matter was almost finished.
I received a call from her while I was in the car, asking if I had arrived. I told her I would call her when I did. I was so anxious!
I didn't waste a minute when I arrived at my destination. I jumped into a taxi and rushed to one of the better hotels in the area. Even the driver could tell I was in a hurry. He didn't ask too many questions and just said, "Don't worry, we'll be there soon."
When I arrived at the hotel, before I could even open the door with my room key, her call came. I quickly answered the phone while opening the door, feeling awkward saying anything in the hallway. After opening the door, I quickly closed it and whispered the room number to her. After all, few people wouldn't feel guilty doing something like that.
Before I could even catch my breath after sitting down, I heard the familiar clattering of high-heeled shoes coming from the corridor.
Just then, a soft knock came at the door.
I opened the door a crack, pulled her in, closed it, and pulled her into my arms, kissing her. She responded obediently. We kissed by the door for a while before carrying her to the bed, kissing her as we walked. Then I pressed her down on the bed and kissed her deeply. Her little tongue playfully dodged my tongue, then, when I wasn't looking, it suddenly came into my mouth, letting me suck on it. Everything was so sweet.
In the midst of this tender and passionate moment, my penis became so hard it bulged against my pants, its erection striking the most precious and mysterious golden triangle of a woman's body.
She pushed me away, smiled shyly, and gently squeezed my hand with her delicate white fingers.
Now it's time to get to the real purpose of this trip.
I quickly got up and helped her up. She wore a white jacket and black skirt, and long brown leather boots that reached her knees, highlighting the modern elegance and graceful figure characteristic of a sophisticated working woman.
Everything seemed so real yet so surreal.
"You're getting more and more beautiful now." I said quickly while taking off my clothes. "I'll wash first and adjust the water temperature, then you can wash."
She put away her elegant handbag, opened it, and took out a roll of exceptionally high-quality toilet paper. "Are women particularly picky about toilet paper?" "Of course, toilet paper is so important to women." She glanced at me as I was taking off my underwear, closed her eyes briefly, blushed involuntarily, smiled shyly, and then looked away.
I went to the bathroom and thoroughly washed my erect penis, then quickly rinsed my body before coming out.
She had already taken off her clothes, still wearing her panties and bra. Her snow-white body, pink bra, and black panties made my blood boil. I couldn't resist pulling her into my arms, pulling off her panties, pressing her onto the bed, and thrusting my penis all the way in. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Playfully, she said to me, "You were so precise! Be careful not to bend the rod. I don't like it." I couldn't stop thrusting wildly a few times, and her area began to overflow with desire.
He held me and whispered in my ear, "Let me wash up. You rest in bed for a while. I'll give you a clean and fresh look."
After she finished showering, wrapped in a bath towel, she had just reached the bedside when I ripped off her towel, revealing her perfect naked body. I held her waist and carried her to the bed. Before she was even seated, I parted her legs and kissed her most mysterious and precious place.
She couldn't help but let out several soft "ya ya" sounds in response to my sneak attack.
The act of surprise attacks between men and women greatly enhances the quality of sex, creating a dazzling and endlessly surprising experience. Even the most demure lady will feel a surge of lust. Both will melt into this passion, forgetting each other, forgetting all rules, morals, and even laws, forgetting the world… returning to their most primal state—naked, animalistic mating.
Everything requires skill, even simple oral sex.
Oral sex doesn't rush straight to the mouth. I gently kiss her from top to bottom, all the way up to her pubic bone, using my teeth to gently nibble at it, and then using my tongue to lick and push the legendary G-spot with a little force. Teeth are soft, yet they are still hard; tongue is hard, yet it is still soft. I dare not say what kind of magical effect this hard and soft combination will produce, but I can clearly feel her body trembling violently.
Then Kai Nu shifted his focus, gently pushing her legs apart with both hands, and licking her inner thighs and vulvar folds from left to right, starting from the vaginal opening.
When the time is right, unexpectedly use your hands to pry open the vaginal opening and gently rub it. At this time, use your tongue to lick and extend it as far inside as possible. Of course, the tongue should not come out and the mouth should not leave. Then, while gently rubbing, close and pry open again. Between opening and closing, rubbing, kissing and licking, the goddess under you will definitely be trained into a slut, and she will be immersed in your playful pleasure.
Of course, some guys might say, "Isn't this too much effort?" Hehe, all of this isn't for nothing. What you gain is a woman who belongs to you body and soul—that's true possession. Having sex just for the sake of sex, once, twice, three times… one person, two people, three people… it gets boring after a while.
She couldn't help but moan as she woke up. Finally, she sat up abruptly, cupped my face in her hands, and kissed me directly. We shared the fluids she left on my lips.
Then, ignoring my attempts to stop her from giving me oral sex, she bent down and took my penis into her mouth, actively performing oral sex on me, and even tried to swallow my entire penis. She gently enveloped my penis with her lips, licked the tip with her tongue, and gently bit my penis with her teeth… She was so engrossed that I could have easily ejaculated into her mouth. However, I loved her so much that I couldn't bear to do that.
Just before you ejaculate, pull out of her mouth. Distract yourself, then without a word, push her onto the bed, spread her legs, and thrust into her most intimate and precious place. Then stop, calm yourself, because another thrust will bring you to ejaculation.
I gently pried open her closed eyes with my hand, looked at her, and smiled. Her face turned red, showing no shyness whatsoever; she was truly captivated by his charm.
After suppressing the urge to ejaculate, I lifted her long, snow-white thighs and placed them on my shoulders, admiring her as I thrust in and out. Sometimes my eyes would drift downwards, watching my purplish-red penis freely enter and exit the most sacred and precious part of her body, a place that should belong only to her husband and never to me. Her vagina, like a beautiful little mouth, would swallow and spit, open and close, and a wicked, indescribable passion would rise within me.
Of course, everything we do will be punished by Heaven. That's why I try my best to do good for others without expecting anything in return, simply to lessen our sins. Sometimes I pray to Heaven that if punishment is truly necessary, then punish me alone, even if it means a terrible and painful death, so that she doesn't suffer the slightest harm. Of course, I only think these things in my heart and dare not tell her about my deep-seated fear of Heaven.
Humans need a degree of fear to avoid crossing the bottom line of human nature, which is essential for a relatively perfect society. However, current atheistic education has rendered people devoid of any moral compass. Therefore, there is only the possibility of becoming more shameless, not the most shameless.
So after all that, I felt deep remorse. Of course, some might say I'm being pretentious, but my remorse is genuine.
Her figure was unmatched by any woman I had ever seen—a slim waist and full hips, perfectly fitting the so-called 7:10 golden ratio as described by experts. My favorite thing to do was to grab her buttocks and fuck her from behind.
Each time, she would obediently lift her snow-white, plump, and round buttocks high.
She let me hold her tightly and thrust in and out as I pleased, and even wriggled and cooperated actively. This time, she cooperated even better. Watching all this, I realized that my usual eloquence, unmatched among those I know well, can flow effortlessly, and I can speak clearly and vividly even without a script. But for all of this, I truly cannot describe it in words. Fellow wolves, I can only feel the unforgettable beauty, unable to put it into words. In that sinful, dog-like mating, a beautiful, intoxicating, and oblivious experience unfolded—an unparalleled and exquisite gift in the world.
Finally, I held her waist tightly with both hands, thrusting as deep as possible, leaning my whole body forward until we were completely pressed together. She tried her best to lean back, sticking her buttocks out even higher, offering her most precious and mysterious parts of herself to me even more completely. I said urgently, "I'm going to cum." She didn't answer, but nodded, panting and convulsing all over.
One gushe after another, followed by drop after drop... This time it felt like all the sperm in my body had been emptied out, all of it being ejaculated inside her without a condom, reaching the deepest part of her body.
We then collapsed onto the bed, both of us drenched in sweat.
After a while, she wiped the sweat from my forehead with her soft little hands. She gave me a kiss, touched my now-soft penis, and said, "No man has ever made me feel like this before. You're the first." Then she became playful and lively, whispering, "Guess what a female orgasm is like?" She then took my hand and placed it on her vulva, saying, "The pleasure spreads from this area throughout my body. It's incredibly painful yet incredibly pleasurable. You want it but also want to resist. It's like being burned by fire and doused by water. It feels like all the joy and pain in the world rushes in at once, like a raging flood. Your body can hardly bear it. You feel an urge to die. It seems that a true orgasm is indescribable." "Is it really that scary?"
By this time, I had regained some strength, and I inserted my middle finger into her vagina, gently stirring it inside, occasionally teasing her clitoris. I continued teasing and caressing her. Slowly, her vagina warmed up and became lubricated. I inserted another finger and felt a slight movement inside. I suddenly became excited and started stirring faster.
Slowly, her whole body began to react. I then used my thumb to press firmly against her pubic bone and gently massaged her G-spot, that bean-sized area.
She couldn't stop moaning again, and eventually she even placed her hand on the back of my hand, guiding me on how to rub it.
Soon, she experienced another climax. Afterwards, her face pressed against my chest, slightly flushed. She said shyly, "You're so bad, you've completely turned a decent woman into a slut. I hate you, I hate you."
At that moment, stimulated by the atmosphere, the stick hardened again, pressing against her inner thigh. She exclaimed, "No way, so fast!" I didn't answer, but flipped her onto me and thrust into her.
She was truly satisfied. She lay on me as softly as a noodle, looking at me and smiling; "You rascal, your body is so good. It's so wonderful to be your woman."
The woman-on-top position has its own unique charm. The warm, soft, and smooth sensation in her arms is simply wonderful.
We remained inside each other, her body pressed against mine, occasionally wriggling slightly as she giggled and whispered sweet nothings: "You've shown me the true joy of being a woman. I want to be a woman again in my next life, and I'll come find you when I'm fully developed. Don't leave me!"
Unable to resist the sweet words and stimulation any longer, I rolled over and straddled her again. This time, she made no move, quietly submitting as I enjoyed the beauty of her feminine body. Actually, I love this state most—a woman like a lamb, completely at my mercy, allowing me to do whatever I want with her, letting her be fully satisfied. There's no need to consider her feelings, no psychological burden of whether or not I can satisfy her. It has a unique flavor and charm.
Finally, without any restraint, he ejaculated inside her without a condom.
At that moment, as she got up to wipe herself, she took a box of condoms out of her bag and placed it in front of me.
I couldn't help but exclaim in alarm: "Was it outside of your safe period? Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"It's my fault. I wanted to tell you at first that it wasn't your safe period, but I thought it was still early. But when it was time to say it, I really didn't want to. You make me happy, and I want you to be happy too. It's okay, I'll go to the pharmacy and buy some medicine. Or, how about I have a baby for you?"
I was so moved that I hugged her tightly, speechless. Words seemed inadequate. Such a beautiful and intelligent woman, so touching. To protect her my whole life, to love her my whole life, even if I were to go to hell and never be reborn, having her in this life was enough.
Afterwards, she took the medication, and I said, "This is very harmful to your health." She smiled and comforted me, saying, "It's okay, I'm in good health, don't worry about me. In fact, for safety, I even let my husband ejaculate inside me without a condom once. Don't worry about anything, I've taken care of everything."
Later, she called to tell me, "It's okay, but my period came several days early."
I was so moved that tears welled up in my eyes. Today, as I finish writing this, you may only see the words, but you won't see the tears that streamed down my face from beginning to end.
Finally, a word of advice to my fellow wolves: if you're not having an affair, don't. If you do, don't get too emotionally involved; if you do, you'll end up like us, burning yourself to death. My fellow wolves, remember this well.
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