Mature Woman's Sentiment and Paradise

Author: Princess Yin
As the saying goes, women in their thirties are like wolves, and in their forties like tigers. Women in this age group have the strongest sex drive, but unfortunately, men at this stage of life, or even slightly older men, due to work pressure or their inherent tendency to seek novelty, often turn a blind eye to their wives' growing sexual desires. This is a real hardship for these "tigers and wolves."
The braver ones will try their luck with the women around them, or look for a few online, then meet them. If it goes well, they'll flirt and sleep with them; if not, they'll look for more.
The timid or shy ones mostly wait and see if the conditions are right, such as whether there's someone who excites them without requiring them to take the initiative, or whether there's a man who makes the first move, etc. Of course, there are also those who resolutely refuse to have extramarital affairs for the sake of their chastity.
Based on my own experience, I think those who bravely pursue sexual pleasure and resolutely uphold their chastity are in the minority. More often, they crave it but are pressured by other factors to avoid committing adultery.
(Part 1) Long-suppressed emotions finally erupted at this moment.
September in Baoding was still very hot. Coming here to university made me experience the true "autumn tiger" – the scorching sun baking the earth, and you could see waves of heat rolling across the playground.
Every Northeastern student who came here found Baoding's weather unbearable. Military training in such weather was a double test of physical strength and energy.
Squinting at the distant trees, the leaves were motionless, only the cicadas chirping incessantly, making one's heart race.
Finally, it was time for a break. The instructor asked me to go to the second class to get a list from the instructor. Just as I was talking to their instructor, a girl came over and said to me, "Are you from Heilongjiang?"
I didn't say anything, just nodded.
We met awkwardly in that sweltering heat, and later, it really embarrassed her.
A girl initiated a conversation with me, but I ignored her. This girl became my good friend; I won't mention her name, so I'll just call her ll.
After that awkward encounter, I called her that evening. We talked about everything from the cafeteria food to the grueling military training, then some funny stories from high school and my college roommates. Of course, there was also the inevitable "dormitory chat" that every college student experiences. Apparently, girls also gossip during their dorm chats.
Back then, I was just a clueless kid, always thinking girls were pure and innocent, not as lewd as boys. Oh, so girls can be lewd too.
Every noon, we'd go to the study room to study, but really, we just chatted; we didn't actually read more than a few pages.
One time, I was really embarrassed. I came out with my shirt unbuttoned and my tie undone, and I got caught by the student union disciplinary committee. I got a notice from the department, but I didn't care about it at all because I was texting her on my phone and having a great time. Flirting with girls can make you less bothered by punishment, remember that.
On weekends, we went shopping on Yuhua Road and ate snacks from Baoding.
At that time, our relationship was just close, nothing more, because she told me she didn't want a boyfriend in college. But later, it turned out that this was unreliable. At the beginning of the second semester of freshman year, I saw her walking hand in hand with another guy into the campus. My idea of pursuing her after graduation was shattered when I witnessed this.
I finally realized that girls can't stand persistent pestering.
And so, our contact gradually decreased. We stopped going to the study room every noon, stopped going shopping on weekends, and stopped wandering around the playground after evening study sessions.
Time flies, and before we knew it, we were seniors. One day, I saw her online on QQ and we chatted for a bit. I asked her what she was doing, and she said she had a job interview in Beijing.
"Congratulations! Getting to the interview stage for the national civil service exam is no easy feat,"
I said. She added, "Come to Beijing with me!"
I said, "Okay, I'll buy train tickets tomorrow."
So I bought tickets for February 6th and finally arrived at her hotel, the Home Inn ZZQ, before her interview on the 7th.
When I entered, I saw her putting on makeup, dressed in a black office lady outfit with a white shirt.
"So fast!"
"Yeah, I took a taxi."
"Come in and sit down!"
With those simple words, I sat on the bed and watched her put on makeup.
Everyone says you need to make a good impression on the interviewer, and a little makeup is essential. It shows respect for the interviewer and makes you look fresher.
Soon, it was 12:30, and we went out.
"That's really kind of you. Are you tired?"
"I'm alright, we're like family. Where's the interview?"
"The National Academy of Governance, it's not far from here, we can just take a taxi."
"Okay, sure."
We hurried downstairs, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the National Academy of Governance. It wouldn't take long to get there from this Home Inn, actually. We didn't talk much on the way, and arrived in no time.
I have to say, taxis in Beijing are really expensive; 12 yuan just vanished like that. Back home
, 12 yuan could get you around almost half the city. "They're not letting you in yet? Let's take a walk, it'll help you relax."
So we walked around the big hotel across the street, and when we came back, we saw several students going in for their interviews.
"Go in, don't be too nervous! Okay, good luck!"
Watching her walk into the gates of the Administrative College, I took a bus back to my place alone. The fatigue of the journey made me fall asleep immediately. She returned around 3 a.m. It turned out she was number two, and the competition would end soon. The results weren't out yet; we'd have to wait a few more days.
So she took off her clothes and we lay down in bed together.
The emotions that had been suppressed for so long finally erupted at this moment. I cupped her face and kissed her lips.
"LL, I like you so much."
Then I continued to possess her lips; they were so soft and comfortable.
My hands weren't idle either; I unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a purple bra, a little lace, which looked very elegant and sexy.
For some reason, I couldn't undo the bra no matter how hard I tried; in the end, she untied it herself.
I immediately put her nipple in my mouth and sucked on it; the sweet little taste, hehe.
When my hand reached down to her lower body, wanting to remove her last barrier, she stopped me. I tried several times, but it was the same. Although I'm a pervert, more importantly, she's my good friend, and I can't force her.
So, we kissed each other and fell asleep.
When we woke up, it was the next day. We glanced at each other, and I kissed her again, this time taking possession of her sexy breasts—36B, not too big, not too small, very soft.
Once again, my penis was erect. I lay there, holding her.
"G, you're so sweet, coming all this way to be with me."
"It's nothing, didn't you kiss me too? Hehe~"
Suddenly, she got up and started giving me oral sex; it felt so good, so incredibly pleasurable.
"Are you going to give him oral sex too?"
"Mmm~~~"
Actually, I was jealous, but it's nothing, it's just between boyfriend and girlfriend, and we're young, what's so strange about oral sex?
After a while, my penis was really hard from her, and I said to her, "I'll give you my mouth too."
"Mmm~~~"
So, I got up, knelt between her legs, and took off her black panties, revealing her light pubic hair. I smelled it, there was no odor at all, the unique scent of a woman hit my nostrils, arousing my most instinctive reaction. I put my tongue into her vagina, licking and scratching inside, making her feel very comfortable.
"Oh, it feels so good."
"Shall I go in?"
"Mmm~~~"
So, I put my rock-hard penis under her, but it didn't go in for a long time... In the end, she guided my penis into her body.
"G, yours is so thick."
"Really? I didn't think so."
Actually, I think my penis is quite thick too, about 4 centimeters in diameter, not very long, about 15 centimeters. It's a little shorter when I'm fat and a little longer when I'm thin, with a difference of no more than 1 centimeter.
And so, we started.
I gently went in and out of her body, very slowly, and she enjoyed it.
After about 20 minutes, she said she couldn't take it anymore, my penis was too thick, and asked me to use my mouth to take it out. I said okay.
So, the second oral sex began, this time more intense and more frequent than the last. Soon I ejaculated in her mouth, and she actually swallowed it.
"It's so sticky, it's stuck in my throat."
"Are you crazy? Why did you swallow it?"
"I like your stuff."
And so, I hugged her again and kissed her.
We hugged each other and talked a lot. I regretted not pursuing her in my freshman year, and she also felt that she was immature in her freshman year and that what she said made me suffer.
All the gloom dissipated with that night, and LL and I resumed our old relationship, even deepening it.
Before going to sleep that night, we made love again. This time, I was still very gentle, still very slow, and she still said my penis was too thick and she couldn't handle it.
But she didn't let me finish; we did it for a long time, and I ejaculated inside her.
Afterwards, we were both nervous for over a month. Her period didn't come, and finally one day, it arrived. A month of worry and fear, spent every day in prayer.
Maybe it really shouldn't have happened; her period is actually irregular, and the day I ejaculated inside her wasn't her fertile period. Hehe.
During our few days in Beijing, we spent an afternoon at the zoo and then went home. On the train, we hugged each other, not doing anything erotic, just reminiscing about the old days, her words followed by mine. I
've already written about the erotic stuff earlier, and I know the focus of the readers has shifted, so let's keep it simple. I got off the train and went home, while she continued on the train to her house.
(China) Women's physiological desires are the same as men's.
One day two years ago, I was browsing chat rooms out of boredom. A short while later, a young girl initiated a chat with me. Looking at her profile, she was 18, a teenager in the prime of her life.
I politely said, "Sorry, I don't chat with younger women."
But this girl insisted on chatting, so I had no choice but to reply a few times and then ignore her. Perhaps because it wasn't a private chat, others could also see the conversation.
Another woman then greeted me: "Hello, can we chat?"
I looked at her profile; she was 38, from Kunming.
I said, "Sure."
She switched to private chat and asked, "Why don't you chat with younger women?"
I replied, "Our experiences are different, there's nothing to talk about."
She said, "Don't men all like young women?"
I said, "That depends on who it is, I just don't like them."
The conversation began from there.
We introduced ourselves and talked about some life insights.
The sentence that impressed me most was, "It's not easy for men in middle age."
Because it was time to leave work, I said I had to log off.
She said, "It's nice to meet you. I think you're a very classy and nice man. Can we chat some more tonight? I'll wait for you."
I casually said, "Sure, see you tonight."
After dinner, I had nothing to do, so I went online again, and she was still there. I sent her a smiley face emoji.
She quickly replied, "You're finally online!"
I said, "You really waited until now?"
She said, "Yes, I was still imagining what you would look like."
I borrowed a phrase from someone else and said, "I'm ugly, but I'm very gentle."
"Really? How gentle are you? Send me a picture."
"Sure!"
So I sent her a picture of a silly pig. She replied, "You're really cute, but there are so few cute men like that in real life!"
We chatted like that all night. From the chat, I learned that she was a primary school teacher, divorced for seven years, and living with her daughter. From our conversation
, I learned that she was having a hard time, under a lot of pressure (not financial), unable to release her emotions, but afraid to remarry, afraid of meeting someone like her ex-husband again.
I understood the hardship of a family without a man, so I offered her considerable concern during our conversation. However, at the time, it was purely out of sympathy; I had no other intentions.
A few days later, I ran into her online again. After exchanging greetings, she asked me a question I could hardly answer: "Have you ever had a woman outside of your marriage?"

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