Passionate Memories of University Teachers

On March 8th of this year, my girlfriend in China called me to say she had a new boyfriend. I was indifferent...it's actually better for both of us this way. I left the country in April 2007 ,
so it's been exactly one year and four months now. A few days ago, she sent me another email to tell me that we're getting married in October.

I felt dejected… Lying in bed, I couldn't help but recall the scenes with her. Having not touched a woman for a year and four
months … It was 2004. I had just graduated from university with a degree in languages and was working as a teacher at a university in a well-known northern city
(whoever lies is a coward; I was a university teacher then, 23 years old). I met her during a trip organized by newly hired faculty. She was slender and tall, with a
great figure and a lovely face. At that moment, I knew she had to be mine. Later, a female colleague in my office said, "You're really something; you
got all the best-looking ones from your batch." But that's another story.

After the trip, I didn't talk to her much. Then one afternoon, I had classes and didn't have time to eat at a restaurant, so I went to the cafeteria, but I
didn't have my meal card. So I went to her office. Since we were both teachers in the foreign language department, our offices were close by, though we didn't teach the same language. I
wandered around their office, and eventually she treated me to lunch. We exchanged phone numbers, and I felt that this was the beginning.

One evening, I suddenly received a call from her. She said she had bought a lot of things and wanted me to pick her up, so I gladly went. When I got out of the taxi, I
saw her standing alone in the wind, carrying large bags. I felt really sorry for her, so I gently brushed her hair aside and said, "You've been here long, haven't you?" She said, "Yes,
you're so slow." I said, "I took a taxi here." She smiled slightly and then treated me to California beef noodles.

I had eaten this noodle dish once before and never wanted to eat it again because I didn't like it. But this time, miraculously, I ate it with relish... and from then on, I loved it
... Then I walked her back to the teachers' apartment. This perfect encounter ended just like that.

That's how the opportunity arose. Their research lab's computers were terrible, while ours were great. Since I was new, I often
studied and read in the office at night. Then she started coming to our lab to play on the computers. She loved playing, so I let her use my computer. Over time, we became quite familiar with each other.

Once, she caught a cold and had a terrible cough. I was very worried, so I borrowed a pot from a colleague, bought two bags of rock sugar and several pounds of pears, and
busied myself in the office for two hours. Finally, I made a pot of rock sugar stewed pears, which tasted great, and I even let it cool down. Around 6 o'clock, she came in,
still coughing badly. So I lifted the lid of the pot and casually said, "Your cough is so bad, so I stewed a pot of rock sugar stewed pears for you. It's good for relieving coughs
. Come and try my cooking."

She was surprised, her eyes shining with emotion. "It's delicious!" she said. I smiled contentedly.

Then I learned that she had a boyfriend abroad, in the country where the language she studied was spoken. That country is huge… while
the country where I studied is tiny. I felt very uncomfortable. She has a boyfriend, how can I make a move?

In the English teaching and research office, there was this stupid guy who wanted to pursue her. One night, he asked her out for a walk and even tried to force a kiss on her, but she refused. Then
she came to my office and told me that she had been bullied, and it was really heartbreaking. So I said, "If you're feeling down, I'll give you a hug." She
lost control sat on my lap, sobbing uncontrollably on my shoulder. Then she looked up at me, and I couldn't resist the temptation anymore. I kissed her,
a long, passionate kiss... My feelings at that moment were truly complicated... The next day, I found that guy. I'm almost 180cm tall, and he's almost 190cm
... I told him, "She's mine. Even though she has a boyfriend, she's still mine, and she has to be protected by me (I don't even know
what I'm saying...). If you dare to act all cocky again, I'll cripple you, even though you're almost a centimeter taller than me." After that, the tearing stopped... Ever since that scene of her crying in
my arms , our feelings deepened. From then on, we often kissed and touched each other in the office. I kissed her soft lips and touched her
breasts—not big, but very shapely and beautiful. I also loved to eat them, both sides, enjoying them immensely. But every time I tried to take off her pants, she wouldn't allow it.

Because she has a boyfriend, and her boyfriend doesn't know that she and I have been intimate.

But let me be clear: I'm not the kind of guy who steals other people's wives. However, I'd heard from her beforehand that her boyfriend had been
abroad seemed to have found someone new. She sounded very distressed. A woman's intuition is usually accurate; I knew their relationship wouldn't last. Why shouldn't I push things along? Why should that
guy be happy while she suffers?

About a month later, we went to my alma mater for pre-job training. One day, I said to her, "Let's not go back today. How about we stay in the university
hotel She said no. I said, "Wouldn't it be nice if we just stayed like before, kissing and cuddling, sleeping together?" So she agreed. But I
think she should still be mentally prepared. That evening, I booked a room and waited for her. It was winter, and she was wearing a green down jacket, her hair down.
I remember that scene vividly; her face was basically expressionless.

When we got to the room, we watched TV, chatted, then took a shower and lay down on the bed to sleep. After lying down, she was wearing underwear, so I took off her bra and
started touching and kissing her all over. Then I reached down to her vulva and stroked it back and forth. I felt it getting increasingly slippery, and a lot of fluid came out. She
looked at me expressionlessly and said, "Isn't it just kissing or something? What are you doing?" I was speechless, but my hands didn't stop moving.

She sighed and said, "Do you have any condoms?"

I quickly took out the condoms I'd gotten from my classmate at this school earlier that day, put them on, and started kissing her lips and breasts.
She let out a soft moan, vaguely urging me to hurry up and enter her.

So I held the gun, found the wet, sweet spot, and slid my penis inside.

She let out a cry, followed by continuous moans. I thrust rhythmically, and she moaned in rhythm with me. I had finally gotten her! I
was filled with a sense of accomplishment, so I sped up and thrust harder. She seemed particularly weak beneath me, moaning and groaning with her eyes closed, and
the sounds grew louder and louder. Her hands gripped the sheets, and the knuckles of her hands had turned white from the force.

About 20 minutes passed like this. Having been abstinent for months, I finally ejaculated profusely, and she trembled with each ejaculation… About 20 seconds later,
we embraced. It felt wonderful, but I clearly saw tears glistening in her eyes. I remained silent. We washed up and went to bed. The next morning, she left
, and we didn't speak a word to each other for a month afterward.

Over the course of that month, I made countless efforts and did many touching things, and finally, our relationship returned to what it was before. And
the very next day after our relationship was restored, we embraced again in the office that evening. I kissed her lips, but my hands weren't idle; I was unbuttoning her clothes, one by one. Then she
reached the edge of passion, her hand slipping inside my pants, grasping my rock-hard penis.

I turned her around, gently pressed her onto the table, and pulled down her panties. She remained silent. I gently rubbed my penis against her opening, and she moaned
softly . Then, using her juices, I inserted my penis into her vagina. She let out a soft "ah," seemingly enjoying it. I held her waist with both hands and
began thrusting back and forth.

We were in the office, which was dangerous; there were students and other teachers living on campus walking around outside… I locked the door and turned up the computer music. She gripped the desk
tightly . I couldn't see her face, but I knew her eyes were closed, and her face was filled with pleasure. Doing it in the office was tense and exciting, it
was so exhilarating… We could hear people talking outside, but I was in this office, just a door away, holding a young and beautiful foreign language teacher down and thrusting into her
with abandon —how thrilling was that!

Finally, I couldn't control myself anymore, but I hadn't used a condom today. So, at the last moment, I pulled out my penis, and the instant I withdrew, semen gushed out,
spraying nearly a meter away, several times. She cried out, and seeing my semen, her eyes were filled with resentment, as if telling me that it
should have been hers, but now it was all splattered on the ground. I kissed her for a while before she calmed down, but she had also reached orgasm and seemed to enjoy it.

From then on, we regularly booked a hotel room once or twice a week and did it many, many times in the hotel. However, the hotel was obviously not as
exciting as doing it in the office. We still often did crazy things in my office at night.

One time, she stared at my penis, completely absorbed. Then she knelt down and tentatively licked it with her tongue, before starting to suck on it with rapt attention. It
felt so good, but I have a peculiar habit: I don't ejaculate easily when others give me oral sex. So, from then on, she would lick my penis for over half an hour before
I ejaculated; the feeling was simply wonderful. Many girls had given me oral sex before, but perhaps because I loved her so much, I felt particularly pleasurable.
Her tongue roamed up and down my penis, my penis going in and out of her mouth—the feeling was indescribably blissful. It was so amazing, haha.

Then, as she increased her intensity, I often ejaculated in her mouth, filling it completely. It felt so good, absolutely wonderful. She
seemed very willing to give me oral sex, always putting in a lot of effort and dedication. I would stroke her hair, doing absolutely nothing, just pure bliss! Later, I started giving her orders,
like saying, "Start licking from my balls, all the way to the head of my penis, and then slowly savor it."

(Isn't that a bit perverted...) She said, "Yes, Master," and then obediently did as I instructed, provided that we were already
deeply in love with each other at that moment.

Half a year passed like this, and our lovemaking footprints covered all the major hotels in the city, my office, my dormitory and her dormitory. The number of times
was countless... I remember many fragments, but it would be too long to tell them all. I will just pick a few representative ones to talk about.

One time, in my dorm at night, my roommate was about to come back, and I said, "Let's do it!" She didn't say anything, so I quickly
pushed her down onto the windowsill, took off her jeans, pulled out my penis, and slowly rubbed it against her vulva for a minute or two until she got wet.
Then I entered her. Because I was in a hurry, I sped up my ejaculation and finished quickly. During this time, she didn't make a sound. Afterwards, she was very upset and said that she
was clearly raped by me... Haha, my ex-girlfriend is so cute.

Another time, we had just finished making love on my dorm bed. Her clothes were still draped over my chair, her shoes were on the floor, and there were a lot of used
tissues and other things scattered on the floor. Just as we were immersed in the lingering pleasure of our last time making love... there was a knock at the door. I don't live in a single faculty dormitory; I have two roommates,
and a PE teacher came back... He came in, didn't say anything, grabbed something, and left... He later told me, "You're really something. I was planning to go back
and rest for a while at noon because I had classes in the afternoon... But look what happened, I ended up staying in the research office all afternoon, haha. We're really close, so of course it's nothing. When I went abroad,
I gave him my desktop computer."

It was probably February 2005 when we first went to a hotel together. I remember it vividly. She was very willing that time. To be honest, I'm 178cm
tall, and my looks are above average, according to everyone. My skills aren't bad either (according to some women...). I was very
attentive , no wonder she fell in love with me. (I was too self-satisfied...) When we got to the hotel, we had just eaten a lot of hot pot with mutton. I suggested
we wash up first, but she said, "No, let's do it first."

So I walked up to her with deep affection and began to kiss her. She loved kissing me. Our tongues intertwined, and at that moment, even if the sky were to fall,
we would never be separated.

Then I slowly took off her clothes, and she slowly took off mine. Then I put her on the bed and kissed her from her neck down to her lower body. She
was intoxicated, moaning, her beautiful eyes half-closed. Even Liu Xiahui, who could remain unmoved by a woman in his lap, would have been tempted at that moment, since she was a very beautiful woman.

Then I pulled out my penis. She hadn't given me oral sex yet. I pressed my penis against her entrance and slowly rubbed and kneaded it. Her body swayed,
and she let out seductive moans… as if calling out to me, "What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and come in!"

So I entered her body without hesitation, and her body responded to me. I began to thrust shallowly, but she was clearly dissatisfied, her face filled with
a mournful expression. I smiled slightly and suddenly thrust my entire body into her. She cried out, followed by a comfortable moan... My penis
is not 20cm, but it's at least 16cm. She said, "Honey, you're going to kill me. You're almost inside my uterus." I was sweating profusely... Hehe.

Then I increased the speed, thrusting in and out at a very fast pace, which requires a certain amount of stamina. The speed was truly astounding. Her body
trembled rapidly with each entry, and her moans came in quick succession, almost in rapid succession. This high-speed thrusting lasted for about two or three minutes. You've all
tried it, right? That's several hundred thrusts per minute, at least 200-300. (I'm not bragging; if you're physically fit,
try it yourself.) It's exhausting!

So I slowed down and started thrusting with a nine-shallow-one-deep method. To be honest, I didn't know what nine shallow thrusts and one deep thrust meant, so I just followed the literal meaning:
nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust. (Counting during sex? I'm dizzy...) She was completely immersed in the sea of love, her face flushed with a rosy glow and a faint
smile. Suddenly, I started charging again, penetrating her like a storm. Her small body couldn't take it anymore; she cried out almost uncontrollably, her eyes nearly
glazed over ... I felt I was going to ejaculate, so I thrust deeply a few more times and finally came... Her whole body was trembling. Then I pulled out, and I saw her
lower body twitching rhythmically—a clear sign of orgasm. As a man, it felt so satisfying, haha.

Then I started kissing her again, but she was too weak to respond. I picked up her soft, boneless body and we took a long shower in the bathroom. Actually, I did
most the washing; she was completely exhausted… After showering, we watched TV, and then we went at it again. This time it lasted
so long that neither of us knew how much time had passed. Finally, I pinned her against the headboard, her back against the bed, and I thrust into her relentlessly. Her moans were completely out of rhythm, utterly chaotic, and
her consciousness was practically nonexistent… Finally, it was over. I moaned for over ten seconds, ejaculating a torrent of semen.

Afterwards, she told me, "Honey, this was the most amazing time we've ever had! You know, honey, every time we do it, halfway through, I
feel like my body just stops, like I'm floating upwards. Only when you hold me back do I stop myself from flying away. Doing it with you is so comfortable and makes me feel so safe.
I love you so much, honey!"

That's basically what she said, but I've never been able to understand that feeling of euphoria in women. I've never experienced it; I only feel
pleasure … Later on, we loved each other more and more. I remember one time we were lying in bed, looking at each other, and we both involuntarily let out knowing
smiles, smiles that were so happy. Now, when I think back, I haven't had that smile since. It was a smile of true love, a tacit understanding, a pure
smile, a smile for the one you deeply love, a smile of heartfelt happiness. As I write this, I feel a slight pang in my heart for some reason
… That day, from 6 PM to noon the next day, we had sex intermittently 8…9 times. The last two times, I could feel the pleasure of ejaculation,
but I was also a little numb, and I couldn't even ejaculate any clear fluid… nothing at all… My stamina seemed to be severely depleted… Not long after that,
we went to another hotel. We did it in the bathroom. She held onto the steel pipe with a towel draped over it, and I held her waist from behind. We did it in front of the mirror. It felt
great, watching myself doing the sex and being done. It was wonderful, haha. I believe this is just an ordinary thing; many friends have tried it
, and it's quite good.

(Actually, staying in a hotel once or twice a week is also very taxing on our finances. We usually stay in mid-range hotels, which we
can't afford any more expensive ones. And every time we stay in a hotel, we have to have a big meal, and sometimes we go shopping. It's common to spend 300 to 500 yuan a day... My pitiful salary...)
In the blink of an eye, it was September 2005, and she went to that country with a huge land area to study for a master's degree for two years.

He would come back every holiday for me, spend a month with me, and release all the pent-up desire he had accumulated over the past six months.

In October 2005, she was gone for about a month. We met once at the Chinese border, when she was on her period... But
desire can't be suppressed even during menstruation... We did it twice, and then I couldn't bear it anymore, even though it felt no different from usual if you didn't look at it. But I've heard
that having sex during menstruation is very harmful to women.

And so, in April 2007, just three months before her graduation, I had to leave… When she found out in that country, she
was very reluctant, because we were about to get married. But I had no choice; I wasn't strong enough to support a family, so I resolutely
left. In July of the same year, she returned to China, and I haven't been back since. I haven't seen her for a year and six months, and we don't need to see each other again.

Actually, I don't blame her at all. She's a year older than me, and she'll be 30 in a few years. I don't know when I'll be able to go back to China. Given the long
wait aging of my appearance, and the unpredictability of the future, I respect her choice. I'm satisfied as long as she's happy. Haha.

I don't regret my choice. She made me very happy during my first job. Of course, there was a lot of pressure too, but I won't go into
details here. I gave so much for her, and I dare say that any girl who isn't heartless would be deeply moved by what I did for her.

Her family wasn't well-off, and many factors left her lacking care; she was actually quite lonely inside. She said that when she met me, I was like sunshine,
dispelling all the dark clouds in her heart and making her life bright and clear. She spoke with great emotion, and I was deeply moved. I would do anything for her. So
she loved me very much. Before I went abroad, I clearly felt that she loved me more than I loved her. Unfortunately, it was all about "fate," and that's fate. It's a pity we weren't
meant to be… Now I only hope she's happy. I'm in this long and narrow country now, studying for my master's degree, working a job, alone all day long,
regardless of winter or summer, surrounded by women in short skirts and showing their legs… but I'm still alone. I don't know how much longer I'll be alone… Heh.

【over】

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