Me and three women

"I think I left a pair of white lace panties at your house. Could you please throw them away for me?"
This is the text message she sent me this morning. I had just woken up when I saw it, and a normal morning erection was forming. Seeing that she had taken the initiative to text me even aroused me a little, but as soon as I read the content of the message, I instantly deflated. I still had some illusions about her, thinking that she contacted me to rekindle our past relationship, but it turns out she just wanted me to get rid of the things she left with me.
I washed and kept that white lace panty after she left. Although we were just one-night stands, the experience with her always lingered in my mind. I don't know why I was so attached to her. Was it because of her beautiful body or some unspoken understanding we had? Actually, she was my third one-night stand. I often went online to find someone to comfort me and met many women in the same city. They were all women with respectable jobs and clean backgrounds. We were all feeling empty at the moment.
The first woman was an online shop owner, 27 years old, single, and feeling quite lonely, which is why she sought out men to chat with online. We met after chatting for a short time. Because I'm efficient, I didn't hide my purpose in making friends; after all, that place is a gathering place for lonely men and women, everyone's goal is the same, it's unspoken. Sometimes, if a few words feel good, we'll meet. She was quite pretty, with fair skin, probably because she spent a lot of time indoors without sun exposure. That day we chatted for a while at a coffee shop. Her enthusiasm made me feel that she liked me, so I later took her home. To be honest, my memory of that night is a bit hazy; I just felt she was quite clumsy, probably inexperienced, and very tight. Although it wasn't a particularly passionate night, I was in control of the sexual encounter , which was still a good experience. Later, we broke up after dating for a while because the feelings faded. After that, when we met online, we would only exchange a few pleasantries.
The second woman was a white-collar worker. We lived in different cities; she was from Beijing, a woman from Northeast China. She was always quite outspoken, and it was very easy to joke around with her. It felt very relaxing to chat with her. Because of her work, she often had to travel for business, and coincidentally, she came to my city on a business trip.
As the host, I naturally treated her well, making her very happy. Later that evening, she even invited me to her hotel room, an invitation I don't think any man would refuse. That night, the stunning woman was wearing a spaghetti strap dress, her deep cleavage so alluring I couldn't take my eyes off her. We drank in the room, her every move exuding seduction. A man and a woman alone in a room, it was only natural that an ambiguous relationship would ignite. Later, fueled by alcohol, we became passionate, riding each other's bodies, experiencing a blissful, intoxicating pleasure.
After that, we naturally parted ways. She went back to Beijing and we lost contact. I don't know how she's doing now, or if she ever thinks of me. After our relationship ended, I quickly met a third woman. She was a master's student at a prestigious university. She had a boyfriend working abroad, and long-distance relationships are tough, so she wanted to meet some friends online to talk to.
I think she didn't originally intend to have anything happen with her online friends, but fate is like that, and so is life. Many times, many things happen unexpectedly, and we are powerless to resist them. She's the smartest girl I know, unlike the dull, bookish type I had in mind. She has high emotional intelligence, and chatting with her has a special feeling, a great understanding. I think that's what they call a soulmate. The day we had sex was our second meeting. I asked her to go to a movie, and then we went to a bar. She really likes the atmosphere of bars, but she doesn't usually have the chance to go with friends. That day, she had a lot of fun at the bar and drank quite a bit.
She was a little dazed when we left the bar, but she looked adorable. She leaned limply against me, looking so sweet and vulnerable, which captivated me. So that night, I boldly took her home and took her. It wasn't taking advantage of her; although she had been drinking, she was still quite lucid, and I couldn't force her if she didn't want to. That night, I tentatively kissed her, and she didn't refuse but responded. Her body, clad in white lace lingerie, was the purest I had ever seen. She was soft, somewhat thin, and her breasts, though small, were perfectly enlarged. That night, I gently kissed her entire body, teasing her between her legs until they produced a lot of arousal fluid…
But when I woke up the next day, she was gone. I didn't know when she left, and I couldn't contact her anymore. I was already familiar with this kind of ending, after all, I've been playing this game for so long and I know the rules. It's just that her sweetness is unforgettable, so I've always been reluctant to delete her phone number. I didn't expect to receive such a clear and firm text message from her today. I think I should forget her and stop clinging to the past.

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