One last kiss on her genitals

The first time I made love to her, I felt like I'd never be able to leave her for the rest of my life. An older guy once told me that if a man meets a really good girl, other women just don't feel right. I didn't believe it then. Although I'd been with several women, I'd never had that special feeling. I thought, isn't that what men and women are all about? What's so special about that?

But everything changed after I met her. She was my colleague. We worked well together and had a good relationship, but not to the point of sleeping together. That time, it was by chance, and we were alone in a room. Her laptop was having some problems, and she asked me to take a look. I leaned against her and talked to her. It was a bit hot, and we were both wearing summer clothes. At first, I didn't pay much attention, but gradually my body started to react. I hadn't been with a woman in a long time, and without realizing it, I leaned closer to her, finally unable to resist kissing her ear.

She immediately turned to look at me, her face flushed. I thought, "Oh no, she's going to get angry." But she didn't say anything, just looked at me. She'd broken up with her boyfriend a while ago. I think she probably needed to release some tension, so I whispered, "Want to try it?"

She nodded. She's very clean, so she quickly took a shower. I showered too, and then we went to bed. She was a little awkward when I parted her legs, but she quickly became comfortable. Her vagina was hot and wet, but very tight. When I entered her, she kept saying, "Gently, gently, it hurts!" I think she hadn't done it in a long time, and it felt very good inside her. Plus, she hadn't had sex in a while, so she immediately orgasmed and was about to ejaculate. Afraid of upsetting her or causing her trouble, I pulled out and ejaculated on her lower abdomen. Her skin was very white, her lower abdomen flat and soft, covered in my semen, making her look very sexy. I wiped her clean with tissue, and then became excited again. I said I wanted more. She laughed and said, "If you want to, then do it."

That afternoon, we did it for a long time. Because I ejaculated early, I lasted much longer afterward. She was really amazing! She seemed like a petite girl, but beneath her clothes was an incredibly alluring figure. Her body was so supple, almost boneless. Because of her small frame, it felt full to the touch, yet didn't appear bulky at all. Her breasts were full (I later learned she wore a C-cup bra), but her nipples were small and red, and I couldn't resist the urge to suckle them. What fascinated me most was her lower body; it always reacted to the slightest touch. I felt like I was falling into an abyss, and once I did, I couldn't get out, nor did I want to. At that moment, I wondered, why is her body so beautiful? I only wanted to make love to her, and keep making love.

After making love, nothing much happened between us, except perhaps a slight intimacy; she smiled at me a little more often. I realized how captivating she was; I hadn't really observed her closely before, and now she seemed more and more beautiful!

Then I went on a business trip. In the hotel, I kept getting calls asking if I wanted a massage. I wasn't interested, but my roommate seemed a bit interested. He was too shy to be alone and wanted me to keep him company. So he called two masseuses for a massage. My colleague got into the mood and wanted to have sex, so he went to the bathroom to shower. The masseuses took off their clothes and followed him in. The masseuse who was giving me the massage rubbed her breasts against my back while telling me it was cheap and she wanted me to have a turn too. To be honest, I was aroused, and the masseuse was quite pretty, but for some reason, I just shook my head and didn't agree. At that moment, the thought of having sex with a woman reminded me of her. She wasn't there, so I really wasn't interested.

After a month-long business trip, I came back and saw her, and I got a little excited. That night, I asked her to go to the movies. I don't remember what the movie was about, but I pulled her out and told her I wanted to date her. She looked at me with a rather amused expression, which I took as an agreement. So I took her back to my room. That was the second time I had sex with her. I kissed her all over her body, finally kissing her genitals. I had never kissed a woman's genitals before; I felt it was unclean. But that day, it was natural for me to put my mouth between her thighs. She cried out, grabbed my hair, and clamped her legs around my neck. That night, we made love until we were completely lost, countless times. I wanted it, she wanted it, she wanted it, I wanted it again… I truly felt, like in the books, that dying on her would be worthwhile. At first,

she didn't want to live with me. But at that time, our sex life was very frequent, two or three times a day, both at night and during the day, so she left some odds and ends in my room. And after we'd been having sex late at night, it was a bit of a hassle to take her back. So, she gradually moved into my room, and we started living together. Sometimes, when we woke up in the morning, before we were even fully awake, I would be on top of her, making love to her very gently and quietly. The only sound in the room was the gurgling of her vaginal fluids; at night, she would be wild and playful with me, running around the house, wanting me to catch her. As soon as I caught her, she would laugh and scream for help. She liked playing this "rape" game with me. I would tie her hands with the belt of my pajamas and forcibly take off her panties. She would struggle, half-seriously and half-jokingly, and this struggle excited me. When I entered her, she would say, "Rape me!" She liked me being intense with her. She would moan beneath me, very melodious and beautiful. And when she was excited, I would whisper some vulgar words in her ear, which made her even more excited, and she would quickly reach orgasm. I travel a lot for work. Of course
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I get phone calls in hotels asking if I need services. I don't want any. I really don't feel anything for other women; I only want to have sex with her. I call her, and just hearing her voice makes me aroused. I say I'm hard and really want her to kiss me. She says, "Okay, chop it off with a knife and send it to me via EMS." I say, "No, that's too far away." She says, "Call a prostitute, I'll reimburse you for the cost, just be careful." I say to her, "I don't want anyone but you. You've really ruined me!" I can't do it with anyone else but you, it's such a loss of pleasure in life! Every time I come back from a business trip, I have a good time with her. Her vagina is very tight, but it loosens up after we've been together for a while; however, it becomes very tight again after I come back from a business trip. I tell her I love her vagina so much, it feels so good gripping my penis. She asks me what it feels like inside her, I can't describe it, I just feel her vagina is wet and hot, tight, slippery, and the friction inside feels amazing.

She's a very athletic girl, with great stamina, and we always last a long time. After we've made love, I like to hold her while we sleep, but she doesn't like it, complaining about the heat in the summer and saying I snore. I always say, "Why don't you just fall asleep before me?" But I always fall asleep first. She gets up to sleep in the living room, but I wake up as soon as she moves, so I go with her to the living room and carry her back to bed. She wants me to lull her to sleep, to gently pat her back. But I fall asleep again after only a few pats. This shows how different men's and women's bodies react after sex. She was always full of energy, never tired even after all that. She'd pour me a glass of water, get me a towel to wipe my sweat, massage my back, and rub my shoulders. Sometimes she'd jokingly ask if I'd been messing around outside, and I'd say, "You've drained me dry. I have the desire and the courage, but not the strength." We made love in various positions; I'd always kiss her genitals, and she'd give me breast sex and oral sex. But her oral sex technique wasn't very good; sometimes her teeth would hurt me. She also wouldn't allow me to ejaculate in her mouth. She was even more against anal sex, firstly because she thought it was dirty, and secondly because she thought it hurt. Once, I deliberately tried it in her anus, and she cried as soon as I inserted a little bit, saying it hurt terribly. I felt incredibly guilty then, hugging her and apologizing repeatedly, saying, "Don't cry, don't cry."

What she objected to most was letting me see her body. We'd been dating for a long time, and she never exposed herself completely in front of me. She never bathed with me; if I insisted, she'd wear her pajamas, preferring to wash an extra layer of clothing rather than take them off. If I jokingly glanced at her while she was showering, she'd immediately cover her private parts with a towel, looking angry, and wouldn't speak to me for a long time afterward. During the day, she always wore clothes when we made love, but at night, if I asked her to undress, she would definitely turn off all the lights. If I said I wanted to look at her, she would put on clothes, at least covering her upper body, letting me see her genitals at most. When I asked her why, she said she just didn't want to! Every time I tried to forcibly undress her, she'd argue seriously, and in the end, I failed and apologized. Finally, one time, while playing a "rape"-like game with her, I tied her hands and, ignoring her fierce objections, stripped her naked. Her naked body was truly beautiful; I felt my brain and every part of me go rushing with blood. I kissed her, from her breasts to her genitals, and noticed something was wrong with her. Her body was cold, and she wasn't responding at all. Looking at her, her face was pale, and tears were about to fall.

I quickly untied her hands and asked her what was wrong. She angrily put on her clothes and went to sit in the living room. I hadn't expected her to react so strongly to this; apologies were useless, nothing I said mattered. She definitely wouldn't sleep with me that day, so I slept on the sofa, and she slept in the bed.

She still ignored me when dawn broke. I thought, let her be angry, I'll talk to her after she calms down. She still ignored me the next day, and the third day too, and I didn't bother her. On the fourth day, she packed her things, left the keys, and left.
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was shocked and angry. Was it worth it for such a small thing? So I also remained silent and ignored her. In the end, neither of us spoke to the other, the implication being that we were breaking up in a fit of pique. I asked her why she treated me like that. She said, "I only asked you not to do that one thing, and you insisted on doing it?" After I calmed down, I started to regret it. She must have had her reasons for not wanting to, and whatever those reasons were, what I did must have made her very uncomfortable. Although it was a simple thing, it might have hurt her. But it was too late; she went to another city.

After she left, a girl started pursuing me. My family was also urging me to get married, and that girl was pursuing me very persistently, so I got married. I thought that since I couldn't marry her anyway, it didn't matter who I married. My wife is the kind of slender beauty that's popular these days, very beautiful, but she's very thin and can't withstand much in bed. She's also quite dry down there, and she gets tired quickly when we're together. Sometimes, even if I turn off the lights and close my eyes, I can't imagine my wife as her. Imagining her body feels great, but when my hands touch that different body, it loses its appeal. I truly understand what it means to have been with a good girl, and then other women just taste like cardboard. After my wife gave birth, our sex life became even more rushed, over in just a few strokes. When she was pregnant, I was so desperate that I slept with another woman. She was more voluptuous, and we did oral and anal sex, but she still couldn't give me that perfect feeling. We broke up soon after.

Later, she came back, and we still worked well together, joking and laughing like good friends. But there was always a slight distance between us. One time, coincidentally, we were alone in a room again. She asked me to check if her French translation was correct. I moved closer, and my body reacted instantly. She noticed and turned to look at me; I looked at her too. She said, "Don't even think about it!" I said, "Just this last time, can you let me kiss you down there?"

Her face turned red, and she hesitated. Without waiting for her consent, I put her on the table and pulled down her panties. She half-heartedly resisted. I put her legs on my shoulders and saw a place I knew very well: her labia were pink, without any dark color, like two flower petals shyly closed. I lowered my head and sucked on her clitoris, then slipped my tongue into her vagina. She immediately became wet, but she struggled and said, "No, let go!"

I really wanted to continue without restraint, but remembering how we had fallen out so long ago, I forced myself to stop. I didn't want to lose her again. I said, "You know, I've been with several women, but I've only ever kissed your genitals."

She straightened her clothes, smiled slightly, and what she said struck me like a bolt from the blue.

She said, "You know what? You're my only man—I didn't bleed the first time we made love because I tore my hymen when I fell off my bicycle as a child."

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