Another high-quality family

It's been a long time since I've been on the sex forum. The website changed, and I can't log in anymore. It's been ages.
Today, a friend added me on QQ and talked about the sex forum, which reminded me of how long it's been.

I'm not here for points; I mainly want to write down my experiences. Firstly, to thank
the friends who brought me joy—I'm writing this because I still remember them and miss them.
Secondly, to relive the fun I had back then.

I met her almost a year ago. Those who have read my previous posts know
I'm a very impatient person; I never procrastinate. How could this take a year?
As the saying goes, slow and steady wins the race. Only high-quality work is worth the investment.

Frankly, the timing wasn't right; I didn't go to that kind of place.

She was from Meishan. At that time, my health wasn't good. It was during the time I posted
that ; the second friend had some issues, which led to me getting a urethritis. Going to the hospital
, I was worried it might be prostatitis. Getting this kind of disease is incredibly painful, both physically and mentally. It's a huge mental torment. There's a
feeling of despair. Imagine, so young, getting this disease, and it can't be cured. What am I supposed to
do? For men, it's all about career and women. If you can't have women, what's the point of a career?
You can't imagine the suffering of someone who isn't sick. I also met someone online, perhaps for sex, perhaps
for emotional reasons. When we video chatted, she was very beautiful. Later, I asked her what she did, and she said she was a doctor. I
didn't have any ulterior motives, but I told her about my current situation. I'd already spent over two thousand yuan on this illness. The money
wasn't the main issue; the main problem was the lack of improvement. That's why I felt so desperate. She was very kind and comforted me, and I
was very grateful. It was a conversation between a patient and a doctor.

Later, my urination returned to normal, but the itching persisted. One time I scratched
so , so I went to the hospital and got some medicine. I applied it the next day, but probably because it was so itchy at night, I scratched again,
and when I woke up the next day, the swelling was even bigger, much larger than what the foreigner had done. Maybe that was karma for messing around with other women. I
went to a dermatologist. I needed to be hospitalized, but one doctor initially wouldn't admit me, worried it was an STD
. Apparently, STDs don't allow hospitalization. He had me undergo a series of tests, and the results were all normal, so I was admitted. It turned out
to be angioedema. I had IV drips every day, and nurses applied
medicine daily. These days, nurses really do everything. I was discharged a week later. Because I ate and slept regularly during my hospital stay, I came out looking exceptionally healthy.
People said I looked several years younger, with a rosy complexion. It seems I really overdid it.
This hospitalization even cured all my previous ailments. A few months ago, I had sex with that online friend from Suining again
and got balanitis again. This time, I realized that she was the source of both my previous and current illnesses. However, balanitis is
quite easy to treat; usually, Dacron can cure it.

Good health is paramount. I haven't spoken carelessly about that online friend from Meishan, because
I wasn't feeling well at the time, and I wouldn't want to harm anyone. Now that I'm healthy, we can take things
further . Because I have feelings for her, unlike with other women—she's good-looking
and comes from a wealthy family. When I date women, they're always from wealthy families, not because I'm materialistic, but for my own
safety. At least that way I won't encounter prostitutes, part-time workers, or being scammed.

Initially, things went well, and we gradually got to know each other better and exchanged phone numbers.
We both expressed a willingness to meet. Later, I had several business trips there, but when I called, she
wasn't in that city. Just a couple of weeks ago, I went to Emei for a business trip, which should have been a day trip, but
I was thinking about other things and deliberately didn't come back that day. That night, I still drove back. I called
another online friend in Chengdu, a very beautiful woman, but couldn't get through. Then I called this friend, and got through, but she
said she couldn't come out that night. Sigh. It seemed my carefully planned scheme was going to fall through again. A
wave of frustration washed over me. I then called another old flame, someone I hadn't seen for almost a year. Perhaps our feelings had faded, and she wouldn't
come either.

It was incredibly disheartening. There was nothing I could do but go home and surprise my wife. So
, I drove slowly, when suddenly my phone rang. It was that beautiful woman from Chengdu.
She probably hadn't heard my call earlier. A surge of secret pleasure welled up inside me; tonight's settled. As soon as I answered the phone, she asked
who I was, and I replied that I was so-and-so. She seemed not to understand. Just then , we reached a tollbooth.
I told her to wait a moment, paid the toll, and passed through. I called back, but she still didn't understand.
Then she handed the phone to a man next to her, who said he was her husband.
I knew it couldn't be him; she said he was out of town, but she was afraid he might come back.
We chatted idly for a while before hanging up.

Once the demons in your heart are activated, it's hard to put them back in their sealed bottle.
With desire in your heart, you always want to do something. I drove along, looking for
a massage parlor something to satisfy my cravings. I didn't find one, but the urge was still strong. I called
my online friend in Meishan again, saying I was going to Meishan tonight and hoped to see her. She had something urgent to attend to and
couldn't leave, so I suggested I stay in Meishan and meet her the next day. She agreed.
I then drove towards Meishan.

Upon arriving in Meishan, I located a hotel and searched for the area. As I approached, I saw a street
lined with massage parlors, so I drove in, parked, and went into one. The masseuse was a young woman in her thirties
, with large breasts, strong hands, and firm flesh. It was a legitimate massage. As the massage progressed, my hands started to wander,
touching her hands and thighs, but I was immediately pushed away. It was indeed a legitimate massage;
I could only occasionally touch her thighs. Trying to go deeper was impossible. After the massage, I felt much better and more relaxed,
but my lower body still felt uncomfortable, and I felt a little unsatisfied. I added another hour. This time, she was more open
, and she touched my thighs for a little longer.

Next, she even let me hug her. I felt things were going well, and time flew by, but progress
was still limited. I only touched her breasts and looked at her pubic hair; nothing else happened. Time was up again, so I
added another hour. This hour wasn't much different from the beginning, but I could kiss her breasts then. I told her I wanted to have sex with her.
She wouldn't have it, so I kissed her all the way down. I told her I wanted to kiss her genitals, and she made me take off my pants, down to my thighs.
It was still difficult to actually kiss her; she wasn't some top-tier beauty, nor a schoolgirl
. After a few attempts to tease her, I still couldn't get aroused. Later, she put her pants back on, pouting, and said I was bullying her. I was done. Damn, a woman over 30, still
pouting like a little girl—it was really distasteful! Later, I told her she absolutely wouldn't come inside, so I had no choice but to leave
. It was already past midnight, and several other places were closed. It seemed the crackdown was really effective
. Based on experience, this should be a red-light district. I sat on a chair outside and talked to her, trying to persuade
her to sleep with me, but she just wouldn't. She again told me to leave, saying she was closing up, and asked where I lived. I said
I lived here. Of course she didn't want to, but after much persuasion and teasing, she finally closed the door...

and went into her room. There were several massage rooms; the one with the lock on the outside was hers. Inside was
a dolphin-shaped massager, the kind you buy in supermarkets. She lay down and used the massager on her lower body, seemingly
enjoying it, saying the massager was better than a man. At that moment, I stripped naked and inserted myself. We just kept
going like that. It didn't last long; I ejaculated. She said, "It's not as comfortable as the massager." Ugh...it really is a
matter of personal taste. But I have to admit, my sex with prostitutes, or people like them, isn't long. The fastest I've ever
had with a prostitute is in a few minutes. With my wife, sometimes it lasts 100 minutes; the mood
is very important. I gave her 150, she wanted 200, I said 150. Thinking about it, if I didn't do it, I ended up doing it not for
enjoyment, but as a transaction... I found a hotel and checked in. When I tried to call the online friend again, the phone was off
.

The next day, around 8 a.m., my wife called to ask where I was and how long it would take to get home
. Damn! She's really strict! I had just woken up when I was writing this. My wife told me to go upstairs and rest at midnight
. I had no choice but to save this and continue writing. When I opened it today, I realized I'd been nagging for ages. My wife
woke me up, and seeing it was still early, I went back to sleep. When I woke up again, it was 9:30. I called her and
asked if she could come out and when. She said she'd just finished and was going to wash her hair, and would call me when she was done
. I said, "Okay, go ahead and wash it, hurry up!" It was almost 10:30 when I couldn't wait any longer,
so I called again. Turns out she'd just finished washing her hair and hadn't dried it yet. She said she'd call me when she was done. Damn! It takes her forever to wash her hair!
So I left the TV on and waited, but I couldn't concentrate on watching it. It was probably past 11 o'clock
.

She called and asked where I was. I saw the hotel business card on the table; I'd taken
one before checking in. Haha, I never thought I, such a careless person, could be so thoughtful. I told her the address.
A little while later, she asked for the address again, and I told her again, asking if she wanted me to pick her up. She said she was on the bus
and asked for directions. She got on the bus and said she'd be there in a few minutes. A few minutes later, she called again, asking
where I was in the central square. I said I'd go down to find her. I went down, looked left and right but didn't see her. I called again, and she
said she'd be there soon. And sure enough, while we were talking on the phone, a car came by.

She came by tricycle, so she seems quite thrifty. I paid the fare, and she asked
where I lived, so I took her upstairs. She was quite considerate. If it were any other woman, we'd have to find somewhere
else ages before getting down to business. Once we got to the room, we didn't know what to say.
I don't even remember what we said at the beginning. We just sat on the sofa, and of course, we didn't just sit there like idiots, so
we started chatting. Oh, and I forgot to mention, when she got off the tricycle, she was really pretty, the petite and delicate
type , very beautiful, very fair-skinned, very petite, and very elegant. She looked a bit like Annie Yi, though not
as pretty, but there was still a resemblance. Some people might suspect I'm fantasizing, but those who know me know...
I always write based on reality. If I don't have real feelings, I don't have to write.
,Anyway I don't want anything
in return. We chatted on the sofa for less than ten minutes, and I felt a little anxious. It wasn't like we were staying overnight, and I was in a hurry to go home. Continuing to chat like this wasn't going to work. There hadn't been any progress. In the end,
I took her hand. She wanted to pull away a little, but not very strongly. Then I put my arm around her
shoulder. She didn't resist much. She shrugged and said, "Isn't it too fast for us to meet like this? I think
we should get to know each other better in the future." That was the gist of it. I explained
it to her, and she let me hug her. But she wasn't very compliant. She would still dodge when I kissed her and wouldn't
look me in the eye.

I had no choice but to take the initiative, kissing wherever I could, not in a wild way. After
a while, she got a little thirsty, so I got her a bottle of water. She stood up, seemingly quite
well-mannered, unlike other women who act like they own the place when they enter.
We looked at each other after she stood up, and I hugged her again. She hugged me back, but kissing her was still difficult.
I carried her, backing away towards the bed, hoping to take things further, since that's where things could really progress. She backed away, though
; she was very light. I picked her up and carried her to the bed. She was on top, her hands on the bed,
refusing to come down. I tried to pull her down, but failed. She got off the bed and sat on the sofa. I told her that
sitting on the sofa for too long was tiring.

Then, I carried her back to the bed. This time she didn't resist; it seems communication is still
very important. After hugging for a while, she let me touch her breasts. At first, she wouldn't let me put my hand inside, but eventually she
did. Since we were both wearing shoes, part of our feet were still outside. I knew that
wearing boots would definitely cause trouble. If I got really impulsive, taking off her pants would be fine, but
taking off her shoes would probably calm her down. Anyone with experience should understand this.
Don't even think about taking off her pants until her shoes are off. After hugging for a while, I said my feet were getting numb from being outside, so I should take off
my shoes and get on top.

She probably wasn't comfortable with her feet outside either, so she let me take them off. We were lying on the bed, and I was still
kissing and touching her. Slowly, I unbuttoned her clothes, then slowly took off one layer, then another
. I wanted to take off her pants too, but she absolutely refused. She was shy and covered herself with the blanket. I
used all my teasing tricks, and she started to react, but she was still very rational. Taking off her pants was
difficult; after several attempts, I still couldn't get them off.

It seemed like this was the only way to proceed. Deep down, she still didn't want to give up. If she insisted,
I wouldn't force her. So, I started touching her from top to bottom, slowly finding her underwear,
then slowly unbuttoning it, pulling down the zipper, and finally taking off her outer pants. Her underwear still
wouldn't let me; initially, she wouldn't let me with anything else, but it was eventually taken off. Her defenses held firm,
and my confidence increased. However, I still had some worries. I remembered a classmate who stripped naked and wouldn't let me have
sex with her; I still have that memory.

But I was very different a few years ago; my sexual experience has improved considerably since then.
I took off my pants, leaving only my underwear. I pinned her down and slowly rubbed against her. Later, I kissed her,
and when I finally saw her pubic hair, she pulled it up again. After several repetitions, I finally managed to pull it down. She
was probably a little dazed. I slowly took off my underwear and penetrated her. I finally conquered her. Once inside, things became
easier. She didn't resist and started to respond to me. The feeling was amazing, so comfortable,
much better than with other women. It seems there's a difference between beautiful women. After several intense encounters, I ejaculated, not much,
since I had already ejaculated the night before. We hugged and talked on the bed, talking about being friends for a long time.
Then, seeing that it was getting late, I drove her home. She had to go out, so I went to FamilyMart. She was
as beautiful as in the videos. I didn't feel awkward. Later, I took my things downstairs. I've been trying to contact her on QQ these past few days,
but haven't been able to reach her. I miss her a lot. I've really fallen for her. I'm looking forward to our next time together.

[The End]

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