An ordinary affair

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I have a habit of writing down anything that touches my heart; otherwise, the memories will linger 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 it was almost 11 PM when I finished. Everyone in the car was drowsy; some were smoking, some 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. Of course, I knew she wouldn't be on QQ; she turned off her phone promptly at 10 PM and went to bed on time.

But as soon as I logged on, her QQ avatar flashed: "I'm going to the city tomorrow to take care of some things. Contact me if you're free." For some people, these words might be ordinary. However, between us, they held a special meaning; it meant that we were going to a hotel room the next day. 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 tomorrow on time." 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 suggested we meet and go to a hotel. She repeatedly declined, saying, "We haven't known each other for long, and I feel really bad right now. I want to, but sometimes I feel like I can't get over that hurdle." Her resolute words made me think that meeting her anytime soon was really out of the question. I never expected happiness to suddenly knock on my door, and the opportunity would come so suddenly.

Due to 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 a lot of refusals.

I urge all my fellow wolves to be vigilant and attentive, discerning their thoughts from every fleeting detail. Don't be misled by superficial words and miss your chance. Of course, missing an opportunity isn't just a matter of losing it; it can breed resentment and potentially lead to unpredictable consequences for your lack of understanding—prices you'll never understand.

This only applies to truly loving, high-quality relationships with a touch of shame.

Some might say, "Why pretend to be innocent when you're just flirting?" The flirting is real, isn't the innocence real?

It's precisely this innocence that makes the love so beautiful and desirable. There's a classic song, "You Don't Understand My Heart," that has moved countless young men and women experiencing their first stirrings of love. It's this kind of heart-stirring feeling that people crave. Those who engage in power-for-money transactions, those truly promiscuous men and women, cannot experience this beautiful, alluring tension.

I was wide awake. Looking around at everyone, and thinking about seeing my beloved again tomorrow, the secret joy was indescribable.

Sorry, fellow wolves, I digress. Let's get back to the point.

The next day at eight o'clock, I called her. Before I could even speak, 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 was indescribable.

Just as I was about to leave for the city, something came up and I couldn't get away. My heart was elsewhere, and I was filled with mixed emotions, my teeth aching with anxiety, and my temper flaring up.

Two hours later, I finally finished dealing with the matter and rushed to my destination. Although I was a little anxious, I also felt a sense of relief and liberation, like a fish returning to the sea.

I quickly called her to explain the situation; she had arrived and was almost done.

I also received a call from her in the car, asking if I had arrived. I told her I would call her when I did. I was in such a rush.

I didn't waste a minute at my destination, jumping into a taxi and heading straight to one of the nicer hotels in town. Even the driver, clearly sensing my urgency, didn't ask too many questions, only saying, "Don't worry, we'll be there soon." When we 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, too embarrassed to say 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.

I hadn't even had a few breaths after sitting down when I heard the familiar clatter of high heels in the hallway.

Then, there was a soft knock on the door.

I opened it a crack, pulled her in, closed the door, and pulled her into my arms, kissing her. She responded obediently. We kissed for a while by the door before carrying her to the bed, kissing her deeply as we walked. Then I pressed her down on the bed and kissed her even more passionately. Her little tongue playfully dodged my tongue's advances, then, taking advantage of my inattention, it suddenly slipped into my mouth, letting me suck on it—it was all so sweet.

In this tender moment, my penis hardened, bulging against my pants, proudly touching the most precious and mysterious golden triangle of a woman.

She pushed me away, smiled shyly, and gently squeezed it with her delicate white hand.

Now it was time to get to the real purpose of this trip.

I quickly got up and helped her up. Her white jacket and black skirt, up to her knees in brown leather boots, accentuated the modern elegance and graceful figure of a white-collar professional.

Everything felt so real and dreamlike.

"You're getting more and more beautiful now," I said quickly as I took off my clothes. "I'll shower first, adjust the water temperature, then you can shower." She put away her exquisite 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 looked at me as I was taking off my underwear, closed her eyes briefly, blushed, smiled shyly, and looked away. I

went to the bathroom and thoroughly washed my erect penis, then quickly rinsed my body before coming out.

She was already naked, still wearing her underwear 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 underwear, pressing her onto the bed, and thrusting my penis all the way in. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan. She playfully said, "You were so precise! Be careful not to bend it. I don't like that." I couldn't help but thrust wildly a few more times, and her area began to overflow with moisture.

Holding me close, she whispered in my ear, "Let me wash up. You rest in bed for a while. I'll give you my cleanest self." After she finished washing, wrapped in a towel, she reached the bedside. I ripped the towel off, revealing her perfect naked body. I carried her to the bed, and before she was even seated, I parted her legs and kissed her most intimate and precious place.

She couldn't help but let out soft moans several times at my ambush.

A surprise attack between a man and a woman greatly enhances the experience, creating a dazzling and endlessly surprising spectacle. Even the most demure lady would feel a surge of lust. Both men and women melt into this passion, forgetting each other, forgetting all rules, morals, and even laws, forgetting the world… returning to the most primal state—naked, animalistic mating.

Everything has its techniques, even the simplest ones.

Oral sex doesn't rush straight to the mouth. I kissed her gently from top to bottom, starting at her pubic bone and lightly nibbling with my teeth. I used my tongue to lick and push against her G-spot with a little more force. Teeth, however soft, are still firm; tongue, however firm, is still soft. What kind of magical effect this contrast created, I dare not say. I could clearly feel her body tremble violently.

Then I shifted my focus, gently spreading her legs with both hands and licking her inner thighs and the folds of her vulva from left to right, starting from the vaginal opening.

When the time is right, unexpectedly part her vaginal opening with your hand and gently massage it. At the same time, lick and extend your tongue as far in as possible, keeping your tongue inside and your mouth closed. Then, gently massage and close your mouth again, repeating this process of opening, closing, massaging, kissing, and licking. The goddess beneath you will be completely transformed into a wanton woman, immersed in your pleasurable manipulation.

Of course, some men might say this is too much effort. Hehe, all of this isn't for nothing. You will gain a woman whose body and soul belong to you—that's true possession. Having sex for the sake of sex, once, twice, three times… one person, two people, three people… it will become boring after a while.

She couldn't help but moan. Finally, she sat up abruptly, cupped my face, and kissed me directly.

We shared the vaginal fluid 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, even trying to swallow the entire thing. Her lips gently enveloped my penis, her tongue licked the tip, her teeth gently biting it… She was so lost in passion that I could have ejaculated into her mouth. However, I loved her too much to do that. Just

before I was about to ejaculate, I pulled out of her mouth. Distracting myself, I pressed her onto the bed without a word, spread her legs, and thrust my penis into her most mysterious and precious place. Then I stopped, calming myself, because another thrust would have brought me to climax.

I used my hands to pry open her closed eyes, looked at her and smiled. Her face was flushed, completely unashamed, truly lost in passion.

After suppressing my initial urge to ejaculate, I lifted her long, snow-white thighs, placed them on my shoulders, and began thrusting while admiring her. Sometimes my eyes would drift downwards, watching his purplish-red penis thrusting wantonly into the most sacred and precious part of her body—a place that should belong only to her husband, not me. Her vagina, like a beautiful little mouth, would open and close, swallowing and releasing, and a wicked, indescribable passion would rise within me.

Of course, everything we did would be punished by heaven. That's why in reality I try my best to do good for others without expecting anything in return—simply to lessen our sins. Sometimes I also pray to heaven that if punishment is truly necessary, then punish me alone, even if it means a terrible and painful death, rather than wanting her to suffer even the slightest harm. Of course, I only think these things in my heart, and dare not tell her about my inner fear of heaven. People need

some fear to avoid violating the bottom line of humanity, and only then can there be a relatively perfect society.

But the current atheistic education has left people with no bottom line. Therefore, there is only more shamelessness, not the most shameless.

So after everything, I deeply repent. Of course, some might say I'm being pretentious, but my remorse is genuine.

Her figure is unparalleled among women I've ever seen—slim waist, full hips, perfectly fitting the so-called 7:10 golden ratio experts talk about. My favorite thing to do is to hold her buttocks and fuck her from behind.

Every time, she obediently raises her snow-white, full, round buttocks high, letting me hold her tightly and thrust in and out, even actively wriggling to cooperate. This time, she cooperated even better. Watching all this, I realize that my writing skills, usually unmatched among acquaintances, can be effortless; I can write anything, even without a script, clearly and vividly. But for all of this, I truly cannot describe it in words. Fellow wolves, I can only feel that unforgettable beauty, unable to put it into words. In that sinful, dog-like copulation, 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 I could, my whole body leaning forward until we were completely pressed together. She arched back as high as she could, offering me her most precious and mysterious place. I said urgently, "I'm going to cum." She didn't answer, just nodded, panting and convulsing. Wave

after wave, then drop after drop… This time, it felt like all my sperm had been drained, all of it going into the deepest part of her body without a condom.

Afterwards, we collapsed onto the bed, both drenched in sweat.

After a while, she wiped the sweat from my forehead with her soft little hands. She gave me a quick 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 it's like for a woman?" She then pulled my hand to her genitals and said, "The pleasure spreads throughout my body from this area. 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, unbearable for the body. You feel an urge to die. It seems that a true orgasm is indescribable." "Really?

That's terrifying."

At this moment, my strength returned a little, 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 moist. I inserted another finger, feeling a slight movement inside.

I suddenly became excited and started stirring faster.

Slowly, her whole body reacted. I pressed her pubic bone with my thumb, gently rubbing her G-spot, that bean-sized spot.

She couldn't help but moan again, eventually pressing her hand against the back of mine, guiding me on how to massage her.

Soon, she climaxed again. Afterwards, her face pressed against my chest, slightly flushed. She said apologetically, "You're so bad, you've completely turned a decent woman into a slut. I hate you, I hate you." At that moment, in that atmosphere, my penis 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.

Truly satisfied, she lay on top of me like a noodle, looking at me and smiling, "You bad boy, your body is so good, being your woman is so wonderful." The woman-on-top position has a unique flavor. Warm, soft, and smooth in my arms, so beautiful.

We remained inside each other, her body pressed against mine, occasionally wriggling slightly, giggling, and whispering 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 find you when I'm fully developed. Don't leave me!" Unable to resist the sweet words and stimulation, I rolled over and straddled her again. This time, she made no move, quietly submitting to let me enjoy her beautiful female body. Actually, I love this state most—a woman like a lamb, at my mercy, I can do whatever I want with her, let myself be free. She's completely satisfied, so there's no need to consider her feelings, no psychological burden of whether I can satisfy her. It has a special flavor and charm.

Finally, without any restraint, I ejaculated inside her.

Then, as she got up to wipe herself, she took a box of condoms from her bag and placed it in front of me.

I couldn't help but exclaim in alarm, "Was it outside your safe period? Why didn't you say so sooner?" "It's my fault. I wanted to tell you at first that it wasn't safe, but I thought it was still early. But when the time came, I really didn't want to say it. 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, truly at a loss for words; perhaps all words were inadequate. Such a beautiful and intelligent woman, so touching. A lifetime of protection, a lifetime of love, even if I were to go to hell and never be reborn, having her in this life is enough.

Afterwards, she took the medicine, and when I said, "This is very harmful to your health," she smiled and comforted me, saying:

"It's okay, I'm in great health, don't worry about me. To be safe, 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 alright, but my period came several days early." I was so moved I cried. Today, as I write this, you may only see the words, but you won't see the tears streaming down my face.

Finally, I advise my fellow wolves: if you're not having an affair, don't; if you are, don't get too emotionally involved; if you do, you'll end up like us, burning yourself to death. My fellow wolves, remember this.

[The End]

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