That passionate late spring

(A

past event, one that has troubled me for a long time. Since it's a recollection of the past, the intention should be to recall it simply, without adding any embellishments,
just a plain narration. I don't know if this is acceptable, because the emotions are stirred and the heart aches, a vague sense of loss lingers.

From beginning to end, it lasted two and a half years, with countless details, a fusion of emotions, and many vivid images. I've selected only five to commemorate
this experience.

The story begins in mid-April, when message in a bottle was still popular. I was on duty at work, and out of boredom, I sent out
a message in a bottle titled "Searching for Late Spring." It seems there were quite a few replies. One reply, a casual
chat, led to...) We added each other on QQ.

She was 37 years old, 165cm tall, 108kg, married, and had just quit her job in finance to open a shop. She
came from a good family and was financially well-off.

At the time, she was going through a difficult and low period in her relationship, facing a crisis in her marriage, and was feeling very down.

Because she was older than me, I didn't have any other feelings for her at the time, so our conversations were quite
relaxed. I was just a friend, advising her to face things positively and helping her analyze the situation.

Gradually, feelings developed, and chatting with her became an important part of my life. Naturally
, we talked about sex. She had sex infrequently and seemed to have a low libido, attributing it to her physical constitution. Meanwhile
, I was in a period of intense sexual desire.

I visited her once, and although my desire was strong, she only gave me a hug.

The simple friendship between a man and a woman seems so easily broken; perhaps God already
placed the instinct for procreation in the blood of all things.

On the day of the college entrance exam that year, she came to our neighboring county on business. I went to see her. She had long hair, wore a dark green
dress, and was very elegant.

Her husband often kept track of her whereabouts and activities. She hadn't finished her business in the morning and had to continue in the afternoon,
so we had a simple lunch.

She suggested we find a place to rest since it was still early.

I knew something was about to happen, but two hotels were fully booked due to the college entrance exam, so we finally found
a simple budget hotel.

We lay side-by-side on the bed and chatted for a few minutes. To be honest, it was the first time I'd been so close to such a beautiful and elegant
woman. Desire quickly ignited, and we kissed naturally.

We started with her lips; her neck was very sensitive, her breasts weren't large, and her skin was fair. Her skin was fair, her fragrance intoxicating, and she was panting softly.

I was already impatient, kissing her as I pulled down her stockings and panties, then
kissed upwards, kissing her neck. My already hard penis, glistening with lubrication, searched for the secret entrance.

The entrance wasn't obvious, so I guided it with my hand while kissing, exploring up and down a few times until her juices
flowed again.

I thrust in, but unexpectedly, it was very tight. Before my penis was even halfway in, she let out a soft moan, her eyes closed as if
accepting it.

I went in a little more, and unexpectedly, it was so tightly interlocked inside.

She used… She pushed me outwards with both hands, preventing me from fully entering, slowly in and out. Each time I entered, I watched her
frown, each time letting out a moan…

To be honest, after being with five or six women, with her still felt like exploring a secret realm, like ascending to
paradise.

Soon, I ejaculated into her tightly interlocking vagina.

With such a beautiful woman beneath me, such wonderful feelings still lingering, my limp penis, surrounded by warmth and moisture
, felt the tightness of her vagina. Miraculously, before it was completely soft or withdrawn, it hardened again.

This time… It felt even better, without the tension of last time. The thrusting was much easier. She still frowned with each deep penetration;
I could feel the strong suction of her vagina, even a little painful. She quickly
reached orgasm, much faster than last time.

The suction during her orgasm was so strong, and with wave after wave of powerful sensations, I ejaculated again, reaching
orgasm simultaneously.

This time I was indeed a bit tired, so I pulled out, limp, and we talked while lying down. For about twenty minutes, she seemed
particularly sensitive to my body, and I became erect again. We rolled over and continued.

We chatted for a while, then had sex for a while, going at it four or five times. Around 2:30, we got dressed and went to run errands together.

On her way back, she said, "You shot so much, and it's still flowing out."

In subsequent experiences, I realized that her vagina was tight, and it took a long time for the fluid to flow out.

When we got home, she went to bed early. The next day, she said she couldn't stand me, that my penis was too big and that I did it too often, and that her whole
body ached. She said she would limit the number of times to no more than four.

The wonderful first time with her directly brought us closer. We chatted for thousands of words every day, and she bought me a lot of clothes.
After that, we met two or three times a month, and did it four or five times each time.

(II)

Longing may be dried by the wind, compressed and sealed away, but it cannot withstand any damp feelings. It will immediately swell,
spread, and permeate and devour all thoughts. I think of it, lose it, remember it, and find peace.

The scene moves to the second picture, where the affair is almost discovered, like a movie scene reenacted.

My relationship with her entered a stage of intense intimacy, and we chatted for no less than a thousand times a day.

I said that when one of my classmates was in love, he recorded the chat messages every day (at that time, text messages were the main method, and mobile phones did not have QQ) .
(q), hundreds of messages a day, she said we exchanged thousands.

We chatted about everything under the sun, from our last sexual encounters to our preferred positions, nothing was off-limits.

Getting to the point, it was a summer afternoon. She closed the shop door, deliberately locking it with a chain to avoid being disturbed.

We were on a small folding bed behind a partition in her shop, of course, naked, enjoying
the art God had set for us. I've always believed that physical union and spiritual connection are a noble art.

I kissed her lips, her earlobes, her lower abdomen—fragrant, white—one hand kneading
her small breasts, though they were small, the nipples quite large, the other exploring the secret depths of her vagina.

She quickly became aroused, saying her desires used to be very low, only aroused by me.

In an instant, her juices broke through her tight vaginal opening, leaking out. I gently ran my fingers up and down her vulva
.

She seemed impatient; I could clearly feel her urgency. I rolled over and pinned her down, guiding
my large penis up and down her vulva, teasing it occasionally, sometimes touching her clitoris. She became even more eager for my penis to enter. Finally
, unable to contain herself, she said, "Come in!"

I smiled wickedly, but didn't go in. She said, "Let her big penis go in; it's her big penis." I
told her to beg me, saying I was a bad guy, and from then on, she called me a bad guy.

Finally, her juices seeped from her tight vagina, overflowing her vulva and wetting all her pubic
hair. My penis, also hard and wet with her juices, thrust in, as if breaking through. She screamed loudly,
punching my chest, saying I was a big bad guy and wanted to kill her.

Then her mouth searched for mine, our lips and tongues intertwining, my penis entering, and she sucked and exhaled forcefully with her vagina
.

As before, I ejaculated quickly the first time. After a brief moment of weakness, I stroked her body, and as if possessed
, I quickly became erect again. We maintained the missionary position, but I was hesitant to penetrate deeply; her vagina was too tight and
shallow, and I could easily hurt her.

I noticed that kissing her earlobe elicited a strong response from her, leading to rapid and repeated orgasms.

I don't know how many times we did it, probably four or five times. We both drifted off to sleep when suddenly we heard
someone calling her from outside. We both woke up. She said it was her husband's sister (they were business partners). What
to do?

I looked at the bed—too low to squeeze in. The window had security bars, and the bathroom was out of the question. I thought, "That's it, we
're definitely going to get caught this time."

She seemed much calmer than me. She told me to hide in this pile of clothes and not move, and to figure out how to get her out before going
out myself.

So I had no choice but to hide inside
. It was so humid; sweat poured down my face, and after a while, my legs ached from squatting. I couldn't move. Once, my sister went to the bathroom and walked past me; my heart was in my throat.

I could clearly hear them talking, one sentence at a time. I was so anxious, complaining that she was
chatting. I even considered going out, thinking I could just say the thief was hiding. My phone was by the bed;
I'd forgotten about it, and if someone called, I'd be in big trouble.

She finally managed to get her out to get something. My legs were completely numb; I couldn't walk properly.
I limped hurriedly out of the store, and only after sitting down did I realize I'd been walking on the tops of my feet the whole time, and I
slowly felt the pain. She rubbed it and quickly said, "Let's go, otherwise your feet will swell up and you won't be able to walk
."

After driving for an hour and a half, I got out of the car, and sure enough, my feet couldn't touch the ground; they were very swollen. I limped for over a month.
It felt like something out of a movie, where people just jump out of windows and hide in closets.

(III)

As with the previous two articles, a few clear images must be presented as a ritual before sealing away the dust.

No one knows how many dates we had, and it's even harder to count how many times we did it; each time was
enjoyable and perfect.

This time, I'm talking about hotels. After almost being caught in the shop, the number of times we did it there decreased significantly. We switched
to hotels near the shop and installed a super-powerful cordless phone extension, mainly because her husband often called her
, and if she didn't call back using the shop's phone, he would become suspicious.

To be honest, a few times when they were on the phone, I thrust even harder.

Usually, I would go to the hotel first, book a room (later, the hotel staff all knew me), then give her the room
number, turn on the air conditioning and TV, and wait for her after taking off my clothes.

She would usually bring food and drinks, and we would spend the rest of the time together during meals.

When there was a knock on the door, my big penis would immediately stand up, and I would open the door naked. She would laugh and say, "You bad boy,
you missed me so much, so eager!"

I was all ready. After she put her things down, we hugged and kissed as we moved to the bed.

I kissed her while undressing her; her faint scent stimulated my desire. I slowly kissed downwards, all the way
to her clitoris, teasing it with my tongue. At this point, she would pant heavily, her body tensing, and I would
stroke her labia with my fingers.

Although she had lived through many years, her labia, while not exactly pink or dark, were still very tight.
Without my fingers inside, there was absolutely no vaginal lubrication.

As I mentioned before, her vagina was rather special; when I inserted my fingers, there was a warm, moist sensation. To be honest, I really
enjoyed giving her oral sex. My fingers could feel the contractions and pressure inside her vagina; I didn't know how she could contract
to such an extent.

I used my fingers to explore her G-spot, or more precisely, that area. At this point, she couldn't take it anymore
and pulled me up, sucking my tongue. I knew she was enjoying it, so I kept my fingers in that
area, inserting two fingers and stroking her clitoris with my thumb. With her breathing and the rise and fall of her chest,
I increased the pressure of my fingers, pulling my mouth away from hers and attacking her earlobe, quickly bringing her to orgasm.

During her orgasm, the suction of her vagina was incredibly strong; I was certain her vaginal structure might be different from others
.

After the orgasm, she said, "You bad boy, you can make me orgasm like that? How did you do that? I've never experienced anything like this before
."

I asked her why the suction was so strong, and she said she didn't know.

After I serviced her, she tried kissing my penis. She said she had never sucked a penis before, so I found her
a video to watch and learn.

Her small mouth sucked on my penis, and her long hair would slide down, covering her entire head. I helped her pull her hair
back so I could see her sucking my penis.

Actually, her sucking was very shallow; she would only put the entire glans in, and most of the time, only half of it, or she
would just lick it with her tongue. I told her to learn from the videos and suck in more, but she said, "Who can swallow such a big penis
?"

After sucking for a while, she would spit it out and let me kiss her. I asked her how it was, and she said her mouth hurt from sucking. She didn't like
giving me oral sex; she only did it to please me.

In later encounters, after two or three times, she would stimulate my penis with her mouth to make it hard again.

I would lay her flat, spread her legs, and guide my penis, teasing it up and down at the entrance of her vagina. Soon, her juices would
flow, and she would say, "You bad boy, hurry up and come in!" I would beg her to say, "Please," and then, when she was off guard
, I would suddenly thrust in all the way. She would punch me, saying, "I want to kill you!" Thrust and thrust...

To be honest, what I feared most was when she closed her legs and sucked my penis forcefully. After just a few times, I would
ejaculate instantly.

I asked her husband if he could handle it, and she said he could only last a few minutes, probably
due to the suction of her vagina. I could only feel her intense suction after many licking and kissing sessions.

She liked the doggy style; she would lie on the bed, I would spread her buttocks, and thrust in. The roundness of her buttocks against
me felt incredibly good.

In this position, when my penis is thrusting in and out, it feels like there's a barrier-like structure inside her vagina
, allowing entry from both the top and bottom. Whenever I hit this barrier, she cries out in pain, I don't
know why. And this position is also very comfortable after ejaculation.

Because we always had sex more than four times on each date, we also tried other positions, like the lotus position. She
was always very careful, saying my big penis hurt her. However, she never
dared to try any positions that went too deep, saying she was afraid of my big penis.

I don't know why, but after that, I would have multiple
arousals whenever I touched her body, so we would have sex many times each time until she said she was too tired, and her vagina would hurt for three days,
making her unable to walk, and asked me to stop.

She said my penis had a special reaction to her, always referring to it as her big penis.

At that hotel, we always stayed for six hours, and hourly rooms cost extra for several hours. Later, we switched to a half-
day room, which was fine.

One thing I should mention is that she doesn't like using condoms or taking pills, so we didn't use contraception in the early stages
. She said she hadn't used contraception for eight years since her last child and had never gotten pregnant, explaining that her health
wasn't good and she might not be able to conceive anymore.

Therefore, I didn't think much of it. However, less than three months later, she became pregnant, and since she and
her husband hadn't had sex during that time, it was very complicated.

During the abortion procedure, nothing was found; it was ultimately confirmed to be an ectopic pregnancy. We made an excuse to
go to a hospital in another city for minimally invasive surgery.

I was terrified during that time because of the constant danger and the possibility of being discovered.

However, that period was also the best time of our relationship. In our time of crisis, we encouraged each other, and many people at the hospital
said we had a great relationship and were incredibly envious. From then on, I was left with a deep-seated fear.

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