Jing'er

I believe life may be full of countless coincidences, but there are always inevitable ones. Like meeting Jing'er, what seems like a coincidence feels more like destiny. It's worth noting that the names in this article are just random choices; no one would be foolish enough to reveal that about someone else, not even their online name.

Once, I posted a chat log in a group without changing the other person's online name, and someone immediately found their QQ number. It seems some unusual names are easily searchable. Is Jing'er the warm, waiting person in my life? After all, very few local women proactively add me on QQ. Her online name is complicated, mainly because it uses separators, things I don't know how to do.

I thought Jing'er was a young girl; only someone her age would like to use such elaborate online names. But I was wrong, because… she said someone else helped her with her online name; she had only recently learned to use the internet. I became curious: how old is Jing'er? Too embarrassed to ask her age directly, I asked her about her online personality, and she told me to guess. Wow, how could I possibly guess? After a few rounds of back and forth, I finally learned she was twenty-eight this year. I'm not used to steer the conversation too deeply on the first chat; I know

when to stop. After all, a lecher can't be too obvious, otherwise even women who want to throw themselves at me will be scared away. The more I pretended to be indifferent, the more she paid attention to me. It's clear that keeping a woman's curiosity in suspense is very important. Later, she wanted to know what I looked like. I always have a blurry photo of myself from a few years ago on my social media profile. It's okay to look at, but don't look too closely, haha. I sent her my photo. She didn't comment, just asked about my job and marital status. To be honest, I don't like to tell people all my true information, even if I don't have any ulterior motives.

I told Jing'er that I was just coasting along in a large state-owned enterprise, not very successful. After all these years, I'd only reached middle management, suffering from both superiors and subordinates, bearing all the responsibility. It was a damn inhuman life, the pressure was immense. She was surprised, saying it was such a coincidence that her parents worked at the same company, though they were retired now. I was also surprised; I'd just made one up, never expecting to be so close to her. Jing'er said she lived in the family quarters right next to the factory's main gate.

When the topic of marriage came up, I said I was divorced and currently single. My wife, seeing me chatting so happily online, tried to come closer to look at me. I was terrified and quickly said goodbye to Jing'er, switching to online gaming mode. Luckily, I reacted quickly, averting the danger.

The feeling of liking someone can be found in those subtle thoughts. Jing'er's frankness and generosity, coupled with their close proximity, always stirred up subtle fantasies within me. I knew it was impossible, but that's just how men are—they can indulge in fantasies to their heart's content. Would Jing'er be so obedient and follow my lead? They migrated from the north, people from large factories and mines, who are generally simpler than those who have been in the workforce for a long time—a fact long-term social experience has proven.

We met again online two weeks later. Jing'er said she was now in Hainan.

What was she doing there? Jing'er said her company had arranged for her to be there for two months on a business trip, doing some purchasing work.

She showed me a video; the woman in the video had a young, oval face, very elegant, and clearly the capable type. Jing'er asked me if she was pretty. I said she was alright. She said very seriously that she had just gotten her hair done, and she really liked the style.

Jing'er then talked about her troubles. She and her husband worked at the same company, just in different departments, and she suspected her husband was having an affair, which made her very angry. She asked me if I had any special ways to deal with it. She said that if it weren't for their adorable son, she would have wanted a divorce long ago. Yes, many women face this dilemma. Actually, they could endure it, but women are naturally strong-willed, and they can't tolerate even the slightest flaw in life, especially when it's considered a serious emotional blow. I advised Jing'er to be more patient, but she only grew more heartbroken, her eyes welling up with tears.

Women are so emotional; no wonder a relationship can so easily manipulate them, and even the slightest hurt can leave them scarred. I comforted Jing'er, saying that a woman as outstanding as her would be noticed anywhere. Perhaps her husband's infidelity had severely damaged her confidence, and she couldn't confide in anyone in real life. Everyone has their breaking point. Jing'er said she wasn't pretty, that she looked good on camera, but that was just because she was photogenic. I couldn't help but admire such honesty. Regardless, Jing'er still has her own charm. I

started chatting with Jing'er more often, as she also spent a lot of time online. She had a habit of always asking what I was doing whenever we chatted. Whenever I didn't check her messages immediately, she would ask what I was up to, as if I had become her pillar of support, and she couldn't live without me. I later reflected that a woman who pays such close attention to a person's words and actions might seem sweet at first, but it would become uncomfortable in the long run. It's clear that if she controlled her husband's every move like this, it's no wonder he got into trouble. Of course, as an ordinary online friend, I can understand her questioning. Sometimes when I say I'm chatting in a group, she doesn't believe me, accusing me of flirting with other girls. So I add her to the group so she can see my chat. However, she doesn't like the atmosphere in the group, and she leaves after a few days.

During our many video chats, I kept many photos and videos of her. I don't know what will happen between us in the future, but I always feel like she will leave a mark on my life. As we chatted more, I tried to be a little romantic, saying things like I missed her. This worked well; she often asked me if it was true, if I really missed her. I said, "How could I be lying? I sleep with my erection so high every night because I miss you so much." Jing'er would give me a disapproving look, but she didn't seem angry at my teasing.

Sometimes she went to internet cafes, and sometimes she managed to snag a computer at their office because she didn't like playing cards, and her colleagues were playing cards, giving her a chance to go online. I asked her if she was lonely there. She said it was okay, probably because there were quite a few people with her. I told her that I didn't mean lonely; I meant what to do when she had physical needs late at night. Jing'er said she didn't need anything. I knew she was lying. Sure enough, she added, "Even if I did need something, you couldn't help me." I said it was okay, but only after she came back. Jing'er said her child was also on the phone telling her to come back early, saying she wanted to bring him things, lots of good food.

My conversation with Jing gradually became bolder, and I boasted that I could go at least three hours without stopping. She laughed and said, "There's no such person." Seeing her disbelief, I said, "When you come back, I'll take you to a hotel and demonstrate it for you right there, haha." Jing'er quickly sent a "stop" message, meaning she didn't want to discuss such details with me, as it felt too erotic. She told me not to talk to her about these things anymore; she preferred to chat with me about social observations and details of our lives. Speaking of details, I mentioned that I hadn't been with a woman for over six months. She gave me a playful slapping look and said, "Why are you doing this again?"

Actually, based on my assessment, most women are open to talking about sex, but it's about choosing the right angle and timing; you can't force yourself on them. I feel that Jing'er, like many women, has been bottling up her emotions for too long and probably needs an outlet. But she's also very traditional and doesn't like talking about anything too far-fetched, otherwise she wouldn't be able to accept it.

Once, she said her birthday was coming up and she could come back before then. I was happy to hear that and asked if I could pick her up. She said no, her husband would take the children. I know her personality and I couldn't force her, but I said I wanted to ask her out again after she got back. She agreed and seemed happy, as if she was looking forward to seeing me. I promised to give her a gift for her birthday. I always feel that to win a woman's heart, some effort is necessary.

I really want to be completely open with her before we meet, to avoid any awkwardness afterward. After all, I need to let her know what I'll do on a date; I need to give her some idea so I can gauge her reaction and decide if the date is worthwhile. Through my experience with dating, I've realized I'm almost an old hand at it.

Jing'er and I exchanged phone numbers so I could contact her when she returned. Sure enough, she came back a few days earlier than expected. Unexpectedly, she had another fight with her husband and moved to her sister's house nearby. I didn't want to see them arguing and hoped she could move back as soon as possible; after all, the child needed her. She said she had no choice and was very depressed. I said I hoped to see her, and she readily agreed. We chose

a different street, in front of a well-known shopping mall. It was already past 5 pm, and there were many shoppers. I eagerly awaited Jing'er's arrival. The phone rang; she said she had arrived and asked where I was. I said at the main entrance, and she laughed, saying she saw me. I looked up and saw a woman who looked a lot like Jing'er hurrying towards us in the other aisle of the mall—it must be her.

Jing'er appeared much taller than in the video; her petite appearance in the video was probably just a visual illusion.

She was dressed in a sophisticated sporty blue outfit, her hair tied up, looking mature and capable. I didn't shake her hand when we met, feeling that was too old-fashioned. After a brief chat, I asked her where I could have dinner. She said, "Whatever you like." I looked around and saw a nicely decorated restaurant across the street with delicious food; I'd eaten there before for our company's year-end reunion dinner. "Let's go to the newer one," I thought. Since it was just a short walk, Jing'er and I walked there.

The restaurant was quite large. A waiter led us to a small private room on the second floor. The ambiance was elegant, with a unique roller shutter at the entrance. Ordering food has never been my strong suit, so I left that to Jing'er. After thinking for a while, she ordered cucumber and eel, a pork rib soup, and a seasonal side dish. I also ordered two bottles of beer and two cans of soft drinks. The food arrived quickly, and as we toasted, the conversation flowed freely. Jing'er started telling me about some interesting things she'd had in Hainan.

She especially remembered scenes of life among the Li people, saying she really liked the simplicity and honesty of the people there. I've been to many places in my country, but I've never been to that island, which is a regret, as I could tell from her description.

The portions were generous, and the two of us ate very comfortably. The bill came to less than a hundred yuan. Stepping out of the restaurant, the atmosphere was intoxicating, even without the wine. It was already dark outside, with lights from countless homes and the headlights of cars occasionally casting glaring glare. I hailed a taxi and, without much consultation with Jing'er, pulled her into the car. In the car, she asked me where we were going. I loudly told the driver, "To the Imperial Grand Hotel." Jing'er didn't respond, which I took as tacit agreement. I felt a surge of excitement, but outwardly remained calm. The early summer clothes could no longer conceal Jing'er's voluptuous figure. I had noticed her high, firm breasts many times during the meal; they were truly a man's dreamland of tenderness. To be able to kiss her, what would be the worst thing in life? At this moment, she was gazing out the car window at the dazzling city. I wondered what she was thinking.

The car stopped in front of the hotel. She didn't go in with me, but instead went to browse the electronics store next door, saying she'd contact me after she'd made her reservations. Yes, we were in the same small town; we were bound to run into acquaintances, so it was better to be cautious and discreet.

I booked a deluxe room, nearly two hundred yuan a night. I called her, telling her it was room 402, and I'd wait for her at the elevator in the lobby. A few minutes later, she returned. In the elevator, I was both nervous and excited. But I didn't dare hold her hand; thinking it unnecessary, since she was almost my prey, I should just wait a little longer. I casually chatted with her about the weather that day; it was really nice, very comfortable. I really hoped Jing'er could temporarily put aside all her worries and spend a romantic evening with me.

Entering the luxurious hotel room, my heart felt relieved. Carefully locking the door, I knew that this little world was now just for Jing'er and me. I knew I had plenty of time to spend with Jing'er, because she had already called her sister, saying she was out with some colleagues and didn't know when she'd be back. She watched TV, and I made tea in the electric kettle. Everything was so peaceful and warm. No wonder people want to be in love forever; love is so romantic! But married life is full of trivialities and arguments, boring and frustrating. I'd talked to her about her love life before. She was quite naive then, settling down with just one person and not pursuing any other relationships. Her boyfriend became her husband, and she married him without much thought. For the first few years, everything was fine, but then her husband became successful and had an affair. What's worse, he kept harassing her.

Jing'er seemed very calm. From her expression and complexion, I could tell she came from a well-off family and hadn't seemed to have experienced much hardship. I guessed she had a bit of a spoiled princess attitude, but at that moment, her eyes shone with a gentle tenderness. I thought that was the most moving expression a woman could have. It's easy to win a woman's body, but hard to win her heart. Of course, I didn't want to ruin her deepest feelings, but since we were together, ambiguity was inevitable. However, I didn't want to delve too deeply into her inner world, because my ultimate goal had nothing to do with it.

After brewing two cups of fragrant tea, I sat with her on the edge of the bed. I felt that a man should take the initiative, so I silently placed my hand on Jing'er's thigh. She wasn't surprised; I knew she approved, and it seemed she was encouraging me to do something. A woman's body really does attract a man like a magnet. I also felt that the past few months of chatting and effort hadn't been in vain; the moment of reunion had finally arrived.

I put my arm around her waist, feeling the softness of Jing'er's body with my touch. She leaned slightly towards me. My heart pounded, but I pretended to be calm; time seemed to freeze at that moment. My mind was actually empty; I didn't want to think about anything more. What was Jing'er thinking? Was she ready?

Holding her like this wasn't a long-term solution, so I got up and told her I was going to take a shower. I showered quickly, perhaps because I was still eager and expectant. Looking at my body in the mirror—not very muscular, but not bad-looking either—confidence and pride welled up inside me. My little brother was already erect; I tried to press it down several times, but it wouldn't cooperate—what a mischievous fellow, as if he already anticipated the good food and couldn't wait.

I came out wrapped in a towel, and before I could say anything, Jing'er got up and went straight to shower. Perhaps at this moment, the tacit understanding didn't need words; a glance and expectation were enough. Jing'er closed the door loudly, as if warning me not to peek. Women are naturally shy; even if she wants to give her body to someone, she still can't violate the necessary procedures until the time is right. In comparison, some girls born in the 90s are bolder and more casual, while married women like Jing'er are very cautious. She said she deliberately keeps her distance when going out with male colleagues, and she finds it hard to understand some women's so-called promiscuity.

While I was waiting for her to shower, I received a text message from a female online friend, asking if I wanted to play ball. We weren't very close; I'd asked her out a few times before, but she was always busy. I don't know what got into her today, asking me out at this hour. I told her directly: I'm at a hotel picking up girls.

Jing'er finally came out, also wrapped in a bath towel. She took her clothes and neatly placed them on the chair. For us men, wrapping a bath towel is easy; we only need to cover the middle area. For women, it's more complicated, requiring some skill. Otherwise, covering the entire body, including the breasts and buttocks, is quite difficult, and it easily slips off. I noticed Jing'er's towel was very well wrapped; although most of her thighs were exposed, it was still elegant and meticulous, at least completely covering the parts that needed to be covered.

I pulled her onto the bed, and she sat beside me at the head of the bed. The room was brightly lit; I liked this transparency and realism because I didn't want to miss any corner of her body. I hugged her tightly; I knew that at this moment, Jing'er belonged to me. I've always felt that the essence of picking up girls lies in this process, like a fine cup of tea; without careful tasting, how can one appreciate its true flavor? The most captivating aspect of picking up girls is being able to slowly undress her, enjoying that alluring moment of undressing—something a man can be incredibly proud of. My hands roamed over her body, occasionally slipping inside her thighs. She reacted with excitement, squeezing her legs tightly together.

Even through the bath towel, I could feel the size of Jing'er's breasts—so large, so full, so heavy. I pressed Jing'er down, pulling the towel up to reveal her entire hips and thighs. Her thighs were fair and long; she was quite tall. A woman's beauty—the thighs are key. The hair in Jing'er's pubic area was thick; I scratched it, unable to tear myself away. I pressed my face against her abdomen, slowly moving to the base of her thighs. The so-called "woman's fragrance" is actually the scent of a woman's body after a bath, especially the natural aroma emanating from her private parts. I felt that God had completely controlled men's nerves, leading their ultimate desires to the most mysterious crevices of a woman's body. Someone once asked me why I liked smelling women's private parts. Why can't I smell them? One whiff and I'm lost in the moment, completely captivated, unable to extricate myself.

I spread her thighs apart; she unconsciously tried to resist, but seemed helpless, and under my insistence, she fully opened the gates of her lower body. I must say, Jing'er is really well-maintained. I know she's had children, but there's a scar on one side of her abdomen from a C-section. The color of her labia is still quite nice, as if they haven't been used much. Her vulva is like a small apartment, the opening isn't big, and even when you pry it open, you can't see the deep inside. I murmured, asking Jing'er how long it's been since she last had sex. "More than three months," she replied. "So your husband didn't have sex with you this time you came back?" I continued to probe. "If we slept together, I could have moved to my sister's house," she argued. I suddenly grinned mischievously and asked her, "Do you want me to have sex with you?" She didn't pretend to know it was such a stupid question, and whispered, "Hurry up and do it."

I wasn't so easily fooled; I wanted to torment a woman when she was most aroused. I touched her vulva, and sure enough, it was overflowing with moisture. I inserted one index finger into her vulva, and she visibly trembled. Sure enough, it was very tight inside, probably due to prolonged thirst. No wonder she wanted to eat meat.

I used my fingers to thrust in and out, the frequency varying from slow to fast, the tension and relaxation just right, scratching, rubbing, and rubbing, meticulous and lingering. Jing'er breathed heavily, moaning incessantly. Suddenly aroused, I inserted two fingers, making it even tighter inside. I thrust a few times, rotating my fingers once. During the rotation, Jing'er cried out joyfully. Her voice and expression were truly captivating, a real beauty in bed, a lovely little darling.

Stimulated by this beautiful scene, I ripped off the towel covering her chest, revealing her two large breasts. One hand grasped her breasts, the other stimulated her vulva, both hands working tirelessly. Jing'er was already trembling with desire. I felt that Jing'er must be a woman with a very high sex drive, but she didn't have many ways to release it. Her hands nervously searched for something, and soon she grabbed my penis, which was, of course, rock hard. She didn't fiddle with it for long before guiding my penis towards her entrance.

I understood and told her I was coming. Just as I was about to enter, Jing'er suddenly pointed to the table and said, "Condom, condom." So she wanted me to wear a condom. How thoughtful of her. I reached over to examine the condoms provided by the hotel. I picked up the most unusual one, the kind with lots of bumps on it—it looked scary. She saw it and quickly shook her head, indicating she didn't need one. I had to choose a regular size. To be honest, I'd never used that mace-like thing before; it was more expensive than regular condoms, probably because it greatly increased friction.

Insertion was smooth. As I thrust, I fondled Jing'er's large breasts. They were large and slightly drooping, the nipples were brown, and the areolas were large. No wonder she had been protecting her breasts at the beginning; they had some minor flaws. Compared to the round, firm breasts of a young girl, Jing'er's breasts were naturally much less impressive. I didn't pay much attention to these things. After all, she was a mother, and to nurture the next generation, a mother has to endure such physical changes. I arched my back and buried my face between her breasts. Men all have a childlike nature, especially in their fascination with women's breasts. Especially the licking and sucking of the nipples, doesn't it make you feel like a little baby? I prefer to grab her breasts, letting them take various shapes in my palms; that feeling is solid and comfortable.

Jing'er kept howling, the loudest moaning I'd ever heard. I didn't care about any of that. After playing with her breasts, I grabbed her head and started nibbling on it. Her neck, cheeks, nose, forehead—I licked them all. Finally, my tongue parted her lips, and our tongues intertwined, sweet and rich. Just as

I was about to reach my climax, she suddenly spoke. She said to me, "Can we take off the condom?" I asked why, and she said, "It'll be more comfortable that way." Did she mean I should ejaculate inside her? I hesitated, and my movements slowed down.

In the end, I said we couldn't do that; it wouldn't be good for either of us. I imagine a woman in her climax might be intoxicated by the masculine heat that directly irrigates her "garden," perhaps a primal desire of the female body.

But for me, though it's only a few seconds of pleasure, there are many aftereffects. Jing'er was lost in a daze, clinging tightly to my body as if afraid I'd leave. I quickened my pace, hoping to more intensely assault her source of pleasure.

The phone rang, startling us both; it was hers. She answered, explaining it was her best friend. Her friend asked what she was doing. Jing'er exclaimed, "I'm masturbating!" I was shocked too; how could she be so bold? There was a burst of laughter on the other end. The voice said, "If there's a man, don't keep him all to yourself!" Jing'er laughed too, "Definitely, definitely! If there's a guy, my sister's gotta share!" Wow, such a good thing! It seems even women's private chats can be this lewd. I was slowly thrusting in and out. Jing'er tried to suppress the pleasure, but couldn't help moaning softly. The person on the other end of the phone seemed to sense something and said, "Are you really masturbating? So engrossed?" Jing'er immediately replied, "Yeah, when there's no man, you just take care of yourself." Afterwards, they chatted about life and work for a while, then hung up. Finally, they hung up. I squatted down and launched a fierce assault on Jing'er's inner thighs. The sound of mud slapping against mud came from where we were joined, one after another, quite melodious. So this is how lewd women are. I really wanted to fuck Jing'er's pussy raw. Jing'er started moaning loudly again, mingling with the sound of mud and my occasional shouts. The energy of man and woman was wonderfully intertwined.

I knew I couldn't hold on any longer. In the final thrust, I cried out, almost piercing the sky. For a long time, I remained nestled against Jing'er, her arms around me. A long, quiet moment passed, a sense of relaxation that felt sweet to both of us.

After cleaning up, we both showered again. I checked the time; it wasn't too late, only 11 pm. I discussed with Jing'er that I would go back to bed and come see her again in the morning. Jing'er disagreed, saying that if we wanted to stay, we would stay, and if we wanted to go back, we would go back; she would go back to her sister's house too. In the end, we both went back. Stepping out of the hotel, the gentle breeze felt wonderful. A small supermarket was still open, so we went in, and she bought some things for her child. Afterwards, I hailed a taxi and took her to her accommodation.

Nothing more was said that night, but I still thought about Jing'er when I woke up in the morning. Before checking out of the hotel, I called Jing'er to ask if she was coming out. She said she wasn't.

A few days later, while I was out, I thought of her and asked her to come out for a late-night snack. She arrived, and the two of them sat idly on a street corner, drinking beer and eating barbecue, quite relaxed. I chatted with her about her latest life situation. Her husband still wanted to reconcile, but it would take time. She said she didn't know if she should wait, or perhaps it would be better to break things off completely. When I asked what her plans were, she said she thought it best to be stationed in another city, to leave this place that had so many entanglements. I said, "What about me?" She said, "Are you worried about not finding another girl? I don't believe you."

She was slightly drunk, but I still took her home, buying her some fruit along the way, hoping she could live a happy and peaceful life.

Later, she indeed went to another city, some province, and hasn't returned yet. Sometimes I chatted with Jing'er about interesting topics to make her laugh. But I still wanted her to understand one thing: no matter how things change, the original spouse is always the best. Jing'er seemed much calmer; she said she was also trying to repair her relationship with her husband, hoping for a good outcome. I think many conflicts between couples are mostly due to both partners being independent and not knowing how to be tolerant or compromise. How can problems not arise in such a situation?

Jing'er's situation has made me think a lot. It seems that no matter how capable or how much a man contributes, he cannot neglect his wife's attention and care. If a man is having affairs outside the home and causes rifts in the family, what's the point?

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