【Recalling the Men I've Experienced】(07) Author: Yi Yiqiu

Author: Yi Yiqiu
Word Count: 4621

Chapter Seven :

After the climax, I lay panting on the bed, eyes closed, savoring the afterglow. A moment
later, I heard the sound of a lighter; he lit a cigarette, smoking while running his hand through my
hair, his fingers playing with my earlobe. "Is this your first time sharing a hotel room with an online friend, beautiful?" The words "sharing a hotel room"
felt particularly abrupt. I opened my eyes, looked up at him leaning against the headboard, and said no. He smiled slightly and
said, "Okay, fine, don't admit it. At first, I felt your body was very hard, obviously very nervous,
like you couldn't relax, hehe, but luckily your body is quite sensitive, haha." As he spoke, he picked up a drink from the bedside table,
opened handed it to me. I obviously didn't want him to think I was a novice, so I got up and sat next to him against the headboard, taking
the drink. "You got seduced for the first time while chatting, didn't you? I love your slightly shy, young woman type.
Actually I knew yesterday you'd be all teased and couldn't resist. Does it feel good to be teased
? I love making women feel bad, haha." Yes, I thought to myself, are women born to be played by men
? Knowing someone is teasing you, yet unable to resist the thrill of being flirted with. He was right
, but I didn't want him to feel so smug. "Hmm, it does feel bad. It's bad because you were too fast
. Of all the online friends I've met, you're the most useless." Saying this, I poured a little of my drink onto his chest and
put the bottle down. He was clearly surprised. I quickly rolled over and straddled his waist. He laughed, clearly understanding
my meaning, and reached out to touch my body. I grabbed his arm, roughly pressed him down on the bed, and licked his chest from his
chest down, following the traces of the drink. My tongue slowly moved downwards, and I gradually shifted my position back,
feeling his dense pubic hair brush against my genitals, then his penis, which was clearly aroused
. I didn't lift my buttocks at all, simply slid down his penis,
sitting on his lap. He was clearly in a little pain, but seeing my smug expression, he laughed. "What, beautiful,
want to rape me?" "Yes, you've had your fun with me, now it's my turn to play with you." Saying this, I took his penis,
lowered my head, and put it in my mouth, my tongue swirling around inside. I felt saliva
flowing uncontrollably from my open mouth, already running down his penis. I used my right hand to stroke him
, mixing the saliva and his own fluids, while my left hand reached for his nipples, stimulating his hardened nipples with my nails. He clearly enjoyed it,
his eyes closed , groaning softly, one hand on my hand, the other grabbing my hair. Soon my mouth felt sore
, so I spat out the large, wet penis, sat forward a little, letting its erection touch my vaginal opening,
and then leaned down to kiss it. He caressed my breasts, clearly wanting to kiss me, but I gently
pulled away from his mouth. He tilted his head back, and I kissed his lips again. After a few times, he
realized I was teasing him, but since he was lying beneath me, he couldn't reach my lips without me lowering my head. He got
a little impatient, wrapping his arms around my waist, wanting me to get on top. I smiled, slid my body upwards, and squatted above his head.
He seemed to finally be able to kiss my lips, albeit with another mouth, but he still kissed
my genitals passionately. I felt him swallowing all the fluid from my genitals, as if it were
fine wine or sweet nectar. He pressed my clitoris with his thumb, his tongue sometimes flicking back and forth, sometimes thrusting in forcefully.
I was quickly exhausted by this all-encompassing service. I was afraid I'd climax again and would
n't have the strength to sit on his face, so I leaned down, squatting at his groin, guiding his penis
towards my already overflowing vagina, preparing to slowly sit down. He was clearly impatient, pulling me down with both hands on my
waist. "Ah..." Although I was already very wet and it didn't hurt, this unexpected stimulation still
made me cry out. He chuckled lewdly and began to thrust. Before I could even curse him, I was already overwhelmed by
boundless pleasure... I rushed home, arriving after five o'clock, and even received
a call . As I waited alone for the elevator to go up, I thought
of his expression as he watched me put on my clothes, smoking as he left, and of how I had unleashed my pent-up desire on him. It was such a powerful feeling to expose my private parts, hidden beneath layers of disguise, to
a strange man. Perhaps this was something that couples who had shared a bed for a long time could never experience
... "Ding—" The sound of the elevator arriving pulled me back to reality. I straightened my
clothes again, perhaps it was the feeling of guilt, and nervously opened the door. My husband was obviously already waiting for me.
"Honey, you're finally back! I'm starving!" "I'll go make dinner now, honey, you can watch TV for a bit." I
pretended to calm, taking off my high heels and putting on slippers. But my husband smiled and came over, hugging me from behind.
He kissed my neck and stroked me, saying, "Finally, no more social engagements. After being back for several days, we can finally have
some time alone together." He turned me around, now that I had changed into slippers, and pressed his lips to mine. I responded mechanically,
but in my heart, I was trying to act as if I should, afraid that he would notice something. My husband passionately pulled me into
the bedroom, quickly took off our clothes, and eagerly pressed me down, wanting to quickly insert his penis
. I cried out in pain, and he chuckled and slowed his movements. Unlike usual, I didn't glare at him; perhaps
guilt was at play. I took his penis and rubbed it against my vaginal opening, waiting to get aroused
… A few minutes later, I looked at the man thrusting vigorously on top of me, but my lower body felt almost nothing
. Maybe I'd already been satisfied by another man today, or was this what people meant by "the threshold being too high"?
The image of my sexual encounter with another man that afternoon flashed through my mind again, and I suddenly felt a
tightness in my lower body. Ah, had I really lost control? I closed my eyes, hugged my husband tightly, and deliberately moaned
… My husband stayed for two more days amidst my complicated feelings, and we made love twice during that time. This tasteless sex made
me feel agonizing and guilty. The day my husband left, I felt a sense of relief.
Actually, that man had been messaging me these past two days; I just didn't want to go out with him while my husband was home
. It was probably a small, self-deceptive way of compensating my husband. After my husband left, before I even
had a chance to struggle with whether or not to go out with him, he went on a business trip too. But he seemed
even more free than when he was at the company, chatting with me all day long. Unlike before, we gradually started talking about more serious topics.
He wasn't acting like a thug anymore. It turned out his surname was He, and he was a manager at a real estate planning company. This
trip was for research; in his words, it was just a formality, someone else would do the work. He used his phone during the day
and talked to me late into the night on his laptop. He said he had to keep an eye on me, to prevent me from hooking up with someone else while he was gone.
That left me speechless, but actually, I quite enjoyed talking to him, and I really liked
this friend on another level besides physical intimacy.

Nighttime is a time for fantasies. Men and women alike. Especially after physical intimacy,
we talk about everything. He asked me how
many men I'd slept with, and I told him one by one. He even asked me for details—what I was wearing, what I was thinking, what I was moaning. With his guidance, it felt like I was
reliving those experiences. As we talked, he even reached down and masturbated while we talked.
I told him I couldn't take it anymore and wanted to touch him too. He asked if I was uncomfortable, and I said yes. Then he directed me to point the camera
downwards, and we watched each other masturbate, chatting about our experiences. It was my first time masturbating like this, and I had multiple
orgasms ; my computer chair was soaked. We video-chatted like this for three days. I felt I needed
him more and more in real life. Each time I released my pent-up desires with him, I felt increasingly empty. It seemed masturbation had become a catalyst,
pushing me to a higher level of longing. On the fourth day, he finally came back. I texted him while waiting for
him to get off work. We both knew what awaited us, so I even felt a little too
lewd , having such a strong desire for this kind of physical intimacy. He said he would pick me up, but I didn't want my colleagues to see, so I said
I was driving. He said I should come pick him up. I met him not far from his workplace. I thought he
would be as eager as I was; I even had a premonition that we would kiss passionately as soon as he got in the car. But
he just smiled at me like a normal friend, without even a flirtatious word. "Where are we going for dinner?
I'm starving," he said. "I don't know...anything is fine..." I was furious. "Come to my place,"
I changed my mind and started the car. I saw in the rearview mirror that he just smiled and said okay. I knew he was
playing mind games again. When we got to the garage, I locked the car and told him to come back in five minutes. I didn't lock the door when I got home. I had just put down
my bag and changed into slippers when he came in. I quickly closed the door, hugged him, and kissed him
. "So eager...not playing coy with me anymore...haha..." I ignored him,
letting out the pent-up emotions of the past few days. I savored the slightly tobacco-scented saliva mixing and mingling in our mouths,
like an addict who had just gotten his long-awaited drug, only knowing how to take. I could no longer maintain any pretense in
front of . We kissed for several minutes, then he cupped my cheek and said, "
Weren't back for dinner? Want to eat something first?" Looking at him, I knew he was just teasing me.
The more uncomfortable I felt, the more he wanted me, the more accomplished he felt. These kinds of games that I usually enjoyed, I
didn't want to continue now. "Fuck me," I said, looking at him. "What?" "Fuck me, now, fuck me now!"
He seemed a little surprised by my initiative, but quickly laughed lewdly, "Can't wait?"
I ignored him and pulled him to the bedroom. While I was drawing the curtains, he took off his trousers. Just as I was about to strip naked and expose
myself to this man, he said, "Don't take them off. This is the first time I've seen you in work clothes." "You
men are all a little perverted." "Hmm, don't you like it? Don't want a man to fuck you?" "I like it, fuck
me now..." He smiled with satisfaction, pulled me onto the bed, and we kissed mouth to mouth. I couldn't wait
to unbutton his shirt. He leaned on the bed with one hand and reached under my skirt with the other. I was wearing open-crotch
pantyhose , and he touched my thin panties directly. I felt his fingers pressing a small
indentation into my panties, moving up and down along my cleft, making my legs spasm and straighten. He occasionally... His fingers would occasionally glide to
the top of my vulva, lightly touching my clitoris, but each time it was just a fleeting touch, never really going all out. Each touch
sent a shiver through me, and I would moan softly, our lips pressed together. He seemed to enjoy this playful
sensation, but my enjoyment slowly turned into torment. I longed for a deeper touch; it seemed every centimeter he touched
stirred a deeper agitation. My nerves followed the path of his fingers, anticipating
the moment he reached my clitoris, but each fleeting touch left me feeling even more empty, unsatisfied. I reached down and took his
fingers, pulling my panties to one side, and inserted them into my vagina like a sex toy. Then I
guided his hand up and down, and he began to thrust in and out. I freed my hand and grasped his penis, stroking it back and
forth . At that moment, our nerves seemed to be connected; each stimulation made me unconsciously grip his
penis tighter. This indirect transmission led us both to become engrossed in mutual masturbation. I was clearly
overwhelmed by wave after wave of pleasure, reaching the brink of orgasm. My consciousness began to blur, and I unconsciously closed my eyes.
My hands lost their strength, and my moans became indistinct, turning into soft groans with his movements. He sensed
my change, quickly pulled his hand away, and rolled over onto me. I felt only a few seconds of emptiness
before a thicker, longer penis was thrust into my body. He grabbed my ankles and lifted them high,
savagely pounding into my body with the deepest thrusts. I couldn't help but cry out again. This time, he didn't bother with any
techniques ; I felt we were simply releasing our pent-up emotions, simply pursuing that ultimate moment. Soon,
hot fluid poured deep into my vagina, and we both orgasmed. He tried to roll off, but I used the last of my
strength to hold onto him. I thought that... A strange penis continued inside my vagina, accompanying me through
the afterglow of my orgasm… We remained silent for a few minutes, then he rolled over, got out of bed naked. I opened my eyes and
watched the man I had just made love with rummaging through his clothes, grabbing a cigarette, and lying back down beside me,
smoking in my husband's ashtray. "Give me a puff," he said. I snatched the cigarette from him, took a deep drag, and the pungent smoke made me cough
violently . He laughed, saying, "You don't even know how to smoke, yet you're trying to
imitate others." I ignored him; I just wanted to experience something new, to experience a kind of willfulness.

The violent coughing seemed to pull me back to reality. I suddenly felt uncomfortable all over, sticky
all over . I got up, took off the clothes he had wrinkled, and stripped naked in front of him, then went to
the bathroom for a shower. When I came back, he was still lying in bed, seemingly enjoying seeing a naked woman walking in front of him.
I opened the closet, grabbed a slip dress, and put it on, urging him to take a shower. He asked where I was going, and I said I was hungry and
would cook. He laughed and walked naked to the bathroom.

When he came out, I was chopping vegetables. I told him to go find my husband's bathrobe and put it on, but he went straight behind me.
"What are you making?" he whispered in my ear. "Nothing much, I'm not good at cooking." "You're good at sex,
that's enough," he said, pressing his hand against my buttocks and starting to touch me again. "Stop messing around, let's cook and eat first." "You do yours,
I'll touch mine," he said, pressing his hand against my breasts. I felt his erection because he
was naked , and I was also naked, our bodies were touching without any restraint. He reached out and rubbed me a few
times, and I became aroused again. He then made me lie face down on the cutting board and entered me again…

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