Online one-night stands

Was it luck or good fortune that led me to meet my first female online friend?

This was a phrase that kept repeating in my mind at the time, constantly reminding myself that in this vast sea of the internet, receiving a response from her was truly rare, and I should cherish this hard-won feeling. That was my view at the time.

About three months ago, I saw a dating post on a website's message board. Seeing that she had over a hundred responses, I, as usual, left a simple message, knowing that such messages usually disappeared without a trace, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

But about a week later, I was still doing what I always did: turning on my computer, playing games, surfing the internet, checking out gossip, or looking at pornographic photos on adult websites. But that day was different. I accidentally found an email in my inbox that I had been waiting for a long time, one I had been hoping to receive.

At first, I couldn't believe it, but someone had indeed responded to my message. Excited, a problem arose: I had almost forgotten who this person was, because I had left so many different messages for so many people.

For a moment, I didn't know what to do. In desperation, I searched through all the websites I'd visited and every message board I knew, but I couldn't find her original information or my original message. I was afraid of making a mistake because my messages included dating, one-night stands, and even compensated dating, which is why I was so anxious to find the original information.

Having no other choice, I sincerely replied to her email, explaining my situation and hoping she could understand the difficulties of a single man living alone in a foreign country.

The next day, I received her reply, saying she understood, but she was only interested in dating and nothing else.

After learning about her sexual orientation, I felt much more at ease. Under these circumstances, we began exchanging at least one email a day.

The time we spent together was very pleasant. We talked about everything under the sun, from the highest heavens to the deepest hells, all sorts of topics and endless stories of our feelings. She even proactively shared her bedroom secrets.

Sometimes, she really made me feel restless and itchy, but to be honest, I quite liked her too. During our correspondence, I vaguely sensed that she had many suitors. Afraid of being beaten to it, I finally mustered the courage to ask her out, but all I got was silence. I was filled with

regret. I'd rather have a friend who brings me joy every day than lose such a good friend forever because of my fear of letting someone else beat me to it. I deeply regretted

breaking our agreement not to meet. Even so, I still wrote her at least once a day, begging for her forgiveness and telling her I was willing to keep my promise.

But I still received no reply. I was incredibly frustrated, unable to do anything, spending my days glued to the computer, hoping to receive an email from her as soon as possible.

I waited anxiously every day, believing she wouldn't just ignore me like that. Heaven rewards the persistent; after eight long days, I finally received her message. I eagerly read it, and at the end, she had even attached her photo. This was the first time I'd seen her face in the three months I'd known her, and it was such a surprise. Although it was very different from what I'd imagined, nothing else mattered at that moment. As long as she was still willing to talk to me, I didn't care about anything else. But that was

n't all that surprised me. She told me she was thinking of going to Kenting recently and asked if I would go with her, but on the condition that I meet her first.

Under these circumstances, of course I agreed. At that time, I dared not disobey her in any way, fearing she would disappear again without a trace.

To see her, I immediately decided to sell my car, which I'd had for over four years, for a very low price and then quickly bought a brand-new, top-of-the-line sedan. Perhaps that's a bit of an exaggeration, but I really did it, all to make a better impression on her.

The appointed time finally arrived. I drove my newly bought car to the agreed-upon location, parked, and waited for her. As agreed, she wouldn't show up; she would just stand in the distance and look at me. The wait was truly agonizing, especially since I felt like a monkey in a zoo, being watched.

The phone rang, and a sweet, slightly mischievous voice came from the other end. She told me she had arrived and had already seen me.

She asked me directly and boldly if it was okay to go to Kenting the next day. Good heavens! Luckily, I didn't have much work at the time! Otherwise, how could I just leave like that? After thinking for a moment, I told her it was fine. What followed was even more audacious: she said that going to Kenting with me was purely for fun, and I shouldn't have any other ideas. She also said that she wouldn't have any physical relationship with me and hoped I wouldn't think too much of her, or I would be very disappointed.

This… of course I know. Although I've fantasized about it before, I also know perfectly well that it's impossible. There's no such thing as sleeping together on the first meeting. Besides, I've seen her picture, and her appearance is definitely not my type. But honestly, if I wanted to, I wouldn't refuse.

Moreover, we actually get along quite well. Then came a series of agreements, the contents of which were nothing more than the usual safety concerns of girls. The most noteworthy thing was that she required me to carry a copy of my ID card and health insurance card with me at all times. Hehe… special, right? At first, I was very puzzled by this. She told me I would know after we met. Since that was the case, I didn't press further, thinking that since it wasn't for her, it shouldn't matter. I could just carry them; what was there to be afraid of? Then she hung

up the phone. After I got home, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Thinking back on the agreements she made, I really broke out in a cold sweat.

If I were to assault her, oh my god... I'd be in deep trouble. It's understandable, girls always have more worries. Luckily, I didn't have any malicious intentions. Whatever, I'll just let things take their course.

Finally, dawn broke. I quickly put on my best-looking casual clothes, hastily showered, and drove my newly bought car to a car wash for a wash and interior cleaning. I was incredibly excited about this rare outing.

After the car was cleaned, I rushed to the Qicong School on Chongqing South Road to wait for my long-awaited first meeting. I kept thinking about what to say first, and whether it would be awkward.

I waited and waited, but she didn't appear. It was almost 8:30, nearly 30 minutes late, but I patiently continued to wait.

More and more pedestrians appeared on the street. I watched each one, hoping it was her, but they mostly just passed by; no one stopped beside my car.

Time ticked by, and it was nine o'clock, but she still hadn't appeared. I was filled with regret for not insisting on getting her phone number. Just as I was feeling dejected, I suddenly felt someone stop beside my car. Excited, I immediately opened the door and got out.

But when I saw her, my first thought was, "It can't be her." I quickly swallowed the words that were about to spill out and immediately jumped back into the car. I thought, "How could it be? The person standing next to my car weighs at least 80 kilograms (later I confirmed it was 92.5 kilograms), and she's mostly fat, with dark skin—a typical fat, dark, and ugly woman. It can't be her; she's completely different from the person in the photo."

But reality proved me right. My car door opened, and a huge, dark figure squeezed into my new car. I felt a pang of heartache, especially when she plopped down. I felt like my beloved car was screaming for help... What hurt me most was the shock she brought me, far exceeding the devastating number of casualties in the 921 earthquake; what hurt me most was why she had always emphasized that she had never embarrassed her ex-boyfriends; and what hurt me even more was why she had always told me that she was gentle, cute, and very popular with men.

I froze, I was dumbfounded. I didn't know how to handle everything. My eyes widened, my mouth gaped open, and I silently wondered, could this be? Was this huge, dark figure sitting next to me the person I'd been thinking about every day? Was the person sitting next to me really the one I longed for day and night? Before I could even recover from my shock, I suddenly heard... "I'm cuter than you think, aren't I?"

Oh my god... help... oh my god... How could anyone be so shamelessly narcissistic? I smiled bitterly, unable to utter a single word, just standing there, at a loss for what to do. Perhaps she was just naturally optimistic, because then she added, "Hurry up and leave, or you'll be too late to book a room in Kenting."

This time, she was definitely right

... Oh my god! Someone save me! I don't want to go with her! My heart was screaming in anguish, but I couldn't think of a reason not to go. I couldn't help but regret it; why did I have to replace my old car? Otherwise, I could have said it couldn't carry two people.

Sigh... oh well, what's done is done, and besides, this is what I've always wanted, isn't it? I'll accept it. It's just a simple trip, four days and three nights.

Ugh... ugh... I gritted my teeth and it was over quickly! And so, my four-day, three-night trip to Kenting began. The journey from Taipei to Kenting wasn't easy. Along the way, I recalled everything before we met, especially her description of her intimate moments with her ex-boyfriend. It was a sex story that had once made me infatuated and kept me up at night for days. I had fantasized about being that guy. Now... I quickly pulled the car over to the shoulder, got out... and vomited violently.

Have you ever heard of a driver getting carsick? That's what I told her, and she actually believed me! Unbelievable!

When the car reached the Hsinchu Interchange, she suddenly asked to get off the highway and find a post office mailbox, saying she wanted to mail a letter to her friend. I complied and found the mailbox and stopped the car.

Good heavens, something unbelievable happened again! She asked me for copies of her ID card and health insurance card that she had asked me to prepare beforehand, and took out an envelope she had prepared and already stamped from her purse. She told me directly that she wanted her friends to know who she was going out with.

If anything happened to her, they should call the police and contact me.

I...sigh...never mind.

Protecting oneself is the right thing to do, but I think I should be the one notifying my friends, not her.

All the way from south to north, she kept talking, completely unaffected by my indifferent and cold expression. To be honest, I really admire her gossipy nature and optimistic personality. She could talk and laugh for thirty minutes straight without stopping, and I also admire her incredible energy.

She laughed all the way to Kenting, still full of energy, and I was gradually infected by her optimistic personality, but I was really exhausted.

The journey from Taipei to Kenting took almost twelve hours due to traffic jams. All I wanted to do was find a hotel to sleep for four days and three nights, and then drive back to Taipei to end this trip.

But things didn't go as smoothly as I imagined. Because it was peak season in Kenting, we couldn't find a single hotel with available rooms.

We drove along the main roads, asking at almost every hotel, big and small, but still couldn't find

one. Just as we were about to give up, we vaguely saw a small inn in a very narrow alley. With a tentative attitude, we parked the car outside the alley and dragged our tired bodies deeper into it.

As we walked, a couple approached from the opposite direction. I carefully examined the man; in both physique and appearance, he was definitely inferior to me. Looking at the girl beside him, I noticed they were also staring at us with surprised expressions. I instinctively lowered my head and glanced at the person tightly gripping my right hand.

Good heavens! What had I done to deserve this punishment?! At the hotel reception, the staff told me they had one room left, but it was very small, and asked if we wanted to rent it.

At that moment, I thought, we had agreed to have two rooms, otherwise she would rather go home immediately. My spirits lifted, because there was a possibility of ending this painful trip sooner. I focused intently on her every move, ready to give her a reason to go home if she refused.

Time didn't pause for more than a few seconds; she quickly replied, "Okay." Good heavens! What about our agreement? What... what... what am I going to do? I can't possibly share a bed with her! In a moment of panic, I quickly added, "Then I'll sleep in the car." She replied, "No need, you're so tired from driving, just sleep on the floor in the room." I was

glad she still had a conscience, and I immediately agreed.

I really didn't want to argue with her about where to sleep at the counter; I just wanted to leave as quickly as possible. There were still many tourists at the counter, and I vaguely heard someone say, "(Xiao Nian's got a good appetite!)" I was incredibly embarrassed. Once in the room, I realized that asking her to sleep on the floor... was simply impossible. The room was really small, so small that there was only a double bed and a narrow aisle barely wide enough for one person to walk through.

Even for me, sleeping on the floor was a bit of a stretch, but I was so tired that without a word, I grabbed a pillow and blanket, ready to sleep on the floor for the night.

But she said the bed was so big, why torture yourself? And she trusted me and wouldn't mistreat her.

Good heavens! Although I don't have very high standards for women, I do have some. My fear isn't that I might suddenly become sexually aroused and take advantage of her, but rather that if we slept in the same bed, I might accidentally get one of her feet on me and risk a fracture.

So I made up a whole bunch of reasons why I didn't want to go to bed, but ultimately, I couldn't resist her gossipy mouth.

I reluctantly got into bed, but I was so tired that I fell asleep soon after.

But I could still vaguely hear a lot of noise. I forced my eyes open and looked in the direction of the sound; it was the bathroom, and the noise was coming from there.

The bathroom was brightly lit, the door was ajar, and I could hear the sound of running water and faint singing coming from inside.

I was too sleepy, so I ignored it and closed my eyes to continue sleeping. I

don't know how much time passed, but suddenly I had a hard-to-describe feeling, like the house had collapsed and I was trapped underneath—a painful feeling of helplessness and difficulty breathing.

I struggled to open my eyes again. In the dim light, oh my god... her simple roll had caused me such pain. I struggled with all my might to escape from her fat legs, but just then, a strong, powerful hand reached out and grabbed me tightly. I had no chance to resist. At the same time, I realized that she was only wearing a low-cut, half-length silk nightgown, and nothing underneath, let alone underwear. I angrily demanded, "Enough! Let me go or I'll lose it!" But I received no answer. The more I struggled, the tighter she held me.

I was like a large, fleshy rod, held tightly between her legs, unable to move. This went on for about five minutes. Suddenly, she said, "I'll give you one more chance, you want?" Before I could even answer, her other hand had already grabbed my private parts. I didn't even have a chance to dodge. She had forcefully grabbed my manhood through my pants.

I dared not struggle anymore, dared not resist with any force, terrified that my precious thing would be injured or broken by my improper force.

Because she was really strong, and she was holding my head very precisely. What could I do at that moment? I could only remain silent.

After all, my manhood was in her hands. Anyway, it was only once, so I treated it as being haunted. Normally, I could finish in about twenty minutes, and I thought that if I endured it for twenty minutes, everything should be fine.

But I don't know if it was because I had no libido or because I was too frightened, but I couldn't get an erection at all. She used every trick in the book, every method you can imagine. Just when I was secretly glad that I had escaped, she had a secret weapon. She stopped pressing her body against me and stopped clamping my legs tightly around me, but her hands still didn't leave my head. She began to tell me, in a gentler tone, extremely erotic and exciting sex stories that I had never heard before.

Meanwhile, her hands were constantly moving up and down. I can't deny that it was a wonderful feeling, but only if you closed your eyes. In the end,

she succeeded. I don't want to talk about the process; that greasy feeling still makes me shudder. The whole process, excluding the prelude, took nearly 120 minutes from entry to exit.

It greatly broke my previous record and refreshed the record I knew. I don't know why, every time I was about to reach the end, I would accidentally see her face, and my mood for reaching the peak would plummet to the bottom, and I would have to start all over again.

Have any of you readers ever experienced suddenly becoming soft halfway through sex? I don't know how to describe it. I can only say that this was the longest and the most painful time for me.

The next day, I found that my (head) had peeled off a layer of skin and was bleeding. The dried blood even stuck my underwear to my head. It hurt so much, especially when I had to tear my underwear off my head.

All I can say now is that I made it through and returned safely; it's all over.

It's been over a week since I got back, and I don't know how to evaluate this whole thing. Calling her a liar doesn't seem right; the photos she gave me were definitely of her, just from three years ago.

As for her height, weight, and appearance, she didn't deliberately hide anything from me; I just didn't ask clearly. She wasn't wrong to say she was cute.

I overlooked the fact that she was referring to her personality, not her appearance. She was right to say she had many suitors online;

I just didn't realize it. And about the bedroom, I can't entirely blame her; she was just fulfilling the requests I made in our previous communications. We

often talked about sex before, and I even said I'd like to have sex with her sometime. She said she wouldn't rule it out if the opportunity arose, but I forgot!

Because it was just a joke at the time, I didn't take it seriously, and now I have to bear all of this myself.

It feels so good to be back, but as for those so-called online one-night stands, I don't think I have the guts anymore. You can have the good ones, I'm giving up. I'm not playing anymore!!!

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