The sins and ultimate beauty of forgetting love

The Sin of Oblivion and the Ultimate Beauty
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Words: 5263 I have a habit: anything that moves me deeply, I always write it down. If I don't write it down, the memories will keep replaying in my mind. Today, I'm going to write about something that moved me deeply between me and my lover. That day, because of some business, it was almost 11 PM when I finished my social engagements. Everyone in the car was drowsy; some were smoking, some were talking loudly, and I was also too drunk to pay attention to what the people around me were saying. I absentmindedly took out my phone and logged onto QQ. Of course, I knew she wouldn't be on QQ; she would turn off her phone at 10 PM sharp and go to bed on time. But as soon as I logged onto QQ, her QQ avatar flashed: "I'm going to the city to take care of some things tomorrow. Contact me if you're free." For some people, these words might be very ordinary. However, between us, there was a special meaning; it meant that we were going to a hotel room tomorrow. My heart leaped with joy, the alcohol instantly wore off, and my body trembled with excitement. I quickly sat up straight to calm myself and replied, "I'm fine, I'll see you tomorrow on time." Just a few days ago, I had asked her on QQ to count on her fingers to see when her safe period was, and I suggested we meet and go to a hotel. She repeatedly declined, saying, "We haven't known each other for long, and I feel really bad right now. I want to, but sometimes I feel like I can't get over that hurdle." Her resolute words made me think that meeting her anytime soon was really out of the question. I never expected happiness to suddenly knock on my door, and the opportunity would come so suddenly. Due to the reserved beauty of Eastern women and the influence of traditional thinking, a woman who is particularly fond of you is often somewhat hypocritical. She might say one thing but mean another. She doesn't want to be seen as a harlot by you. Even if she really wants to see you and be with you, she will only agree to your request after a lot of refusals. I urge all my fellow wolves to be vigilant and attentive, discerning their thoughts from every fleeting detail. Don't be misled by superficial words and miss your chance. Of course, missing an opportunity isn't just a matter of losing it; it can breed resentment and perhaps even lead to unpredictable consequences you'll never understand. This only applies to truly loving, high-quality relationships with a touch of shame. Some might say, "Why pretend to be innocent when you're just flirting?" The flirting is real, isn't the innocence real? It's precisely this innocence that makes the love so beautiful and desirable. There's a classic song, "You Don't Understand My Heart," that has moved countless young men and women experiencing their first stirrings of love. It's this kind of heart-stirring feeling that people crave. Those who engage in power-for-money transactions, those truly promiscuous men and women, cannot experience this beautiful, alluring tension. I was wide awake. Looking around at everyone, and thinking about seeing my beloved again tomorrow, the secret joy was indescribable. Sorry, fellow wolves, I digress. Let's get back to the point. The next day at eight o'clock, I called her. Before I could even speak, she laughed shyly on the other end of the line. I laughed shyly too and said, "I'm fine, I'm about to leave." She just hummed in agreement and laughed again. Then she hung up. My excitement was indescribable. Just as I was about to leave for the city, something came up and I couldn't get away. My heart was elsewhere, and I was filled with mixed emotions, my teeth aching with anxiety, and my temper flaring up. Two hours later, I finally finished dealing with the matter and rushed to my destination. Although I was a little anxious, I also felt a sense of relief and liberation, like a fish returning to the sea. I quickly called her to explain the situation; she had arrived and was almost done. I also received a call from her in the car, asking if I had arrived. I told her I would call her when I did. I was in such a hurry. I didn't waste a minute when I arrived at my destination. I jumped into a taxi and rushed to one of the better hotels in the area. Even the driver could tell I was in a rush. He didn't ask too many questions and just said, "Don't worry, we'll be there soon."
Upon arriving at the hotel, before I could even open the door with my room key, her call came. I quickly answered the phone while opening the door, too embarrassed to say anything in the hallway. After opening the door, I quickly closed it and whispered the room number to her. After all, few people wouldn't feel guilty doing something like that. I hadn't even had a few breaths after sitting down when I heard the familiar clatter of high heels in the hallway. Then, there was a soft knock on the door. I opened it a crack, pulled her in, closed the door, and pulled her into my arms, kissing her. She responded obediently. We kissed by the door for a while before carrying her to the bed, kissing her deeply as we walked. I pressed her down on the bed and kissed her even more passionately. Her little tongue playfully dodged my tongue, then, when I wasn't looking, it suddenly came into my mouth, letting me suck on it. Everything was so sweet. In this tender, passionate moment, my penis became so hard it bulged against my pants, proudly touching the most precious and mysterious golden triangle of a woman. She pushed me away, smiled shyly, and gently squeezed my hand with her delicate white fingers. Now it was time to get to the real purpose of our trip. I quickly got up and helped her up. She wore a white jacket and black skirt, with long, brown leather boots that reached her knees, highlighting the modern elegance and graceful figure of a sophisticated professional. Everything felt so real, almost surreal. "You're getting more and more beautiful now," I said quickly, taking off my clothes. "I'll shower first, adjust the water temperature, then you can shower." She put away her elegant handbag, opened it, and took out a roll of exceptionally high-quality toilet paper. "Aren't women particularly picky about toilet paper?" "Of course, toilet paper is so important to women." She looked at me as I was taking off my underwear, closed her eyes briefly, blushed, smiled shyly, and then looked away. In the bathroom, I thoroughly washed my erect penis, gave my body a quick rinse, and came out. She had already taken off her clothes, still wearing her panties and bra. Her snow-white body, pink bra, and black panties made my blood boil. I couldn't resist pulling her into my arms, pulling off her panties, pressing her onto the bed, and thrusting my penis all the way in. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Playfully, she said to me, "You were so precise! Be careful not to bend the rod. I don't like it." I couldn't stop thrusting wildly a few times, and her area began to overflow with desire. Holding me, she whispered in my ear, "Let me wash up. You rest well in bed. I'll give you my clean and fresh self." After she finished washing, she wrapped herself in a bath towel and had just reached the bedside when I ripped off her towel. Her perfect female naked body was presented before my eyes. I held her waist and carried her to the bed. Before she was even seated, I parted her legs and kissed her most mysterious and precious place. She couldn't help but let out several soft moans at my surprise attack. The quality of a surprise attack between a man and a woman increases dramatically, creating a dazzling and endlessly surprising experience. Even the most demure lady would feel a surge of lust. Both men and women would melt into this passion, forgetting each other, forgetting all rules, morals, and even laws, forgetting the world... returning to their most primal state—naked, animalistic mating. Everything has its techniques, even the simplest ones. Oral sex doesn't rush straight to the mouth. I gently kiss from top to bottom, all the way up to the woman's pubic bone, softly nibbling at it with my teeth, and then forcefully licking and pushing the legendary G-spot with my tongue. Teeth, however soft, are still hard; tongue, however hard, is still soft. What kind of magical effect this hard-soft combination produces, I dare not presume to say, but I could clearly feel her body trembling violently. Then I shifted my focus, gently spreading her legs with both hands, and licking the inner thighs and vulvar folds from left to right past the vaginal opening. When the time is right, unexpectedly part her vaginal opening with your hand and gently massage it. At the same time, lick and extend your tongue as far in as possible, keeping your tongue inside and your mouth closed. Then, gently massage and close your mouth again, repeating this process of opening, closing, massaging, kissing, and licking. The goddess beneath you will be completely transformed into a wanton woman, immersed in your playful pleasure. Of course, some men might say this is too much effort. Hehe, all of this isn't for nothing. You will gain a woman whose body and soul belong to you; this is true possession. Having sex for the sake of sex, once, twice, three times… one person, two people, three people… it will become boring after a while. She couldn't help but moan. Finally, she sat up abruptly, cupped my face, and kissed me directly. We shared the vaginal fluid she left on my lips. Then, ignoring my attempts to stop her from giving me oral sex, she bent down and took my penis into her mouth, actively performing oral sex on me, even trying to swallow the entire thing. Her lips gently enveloped my penis, her tongue licked the tip, her teeth gently biting it… She was so lost in passion that I could have ejaculated into her mouth. However, I loved her too much to do that. Just before I was about to ejaculate, I pulled out of her mouth. Distracting myself, I pressed her onto the bed without a word, spread her legs, and thrust my penis into her most mysterious and precious place. Then I stopped, calming myself, because another thrust would have brought me to climax. I used my hands to pry open her closed eyes, looked at her and smiled. Her face was flushed, completely unashamed, truly lost in passion. After suppressing my initial urge to ejaculate, I lifted her long, snow-white thighs, placed them on my shoulders, and began thrusting while admiring her. Sometimes my eyes would drift downwards, watching his purplish-red penis thrusting wantonly into the most sacred and precious part of her body—a place that should belong only to her husband, not me. Her vagina, like a beautiful little mouth, would open and close, swallowing and releasing, and a wicked, indescribable passion would rise within me. Of course, everything we did was punishable by heaven. That's why in reality I try my best to do good for others without expecting anything in return—simply to lessen our sins. Sometimes I also pray to heaven that if punishment is truly necessary, then punish me alone, even if it means a terrible and painful death, rather than letting her suffer even the slightest harm. Of course, I only think these things in my heart, and dare not tell her about my inner fear of heaven. People need some fear to avoid violating the bottom line of humanity, to have a relatively perfect society. But the current atheistic education has left people with no bottom line. Therefore, there is only more shamelessness, not the most shameless. So after everything, I deeply repent. Of course, some might say I'm being pretentious, but my repentance is genuine. Her figure was unparalleled among women I had ever seen—a slender waist and full hips, perfectly embodying the so-called 7:10 golden ratio as described by experts. My favorite thing to do was to hold her buttocks and fuck her from behind. Each time, she would obediently raise her snow-white, full, round buttocks high, letting me hold her tightly and thrust in and out, even actively wriggling to cooperate. This time, she cooperated even better. Watching all this, I realized that my writing skills, usually unmatched among those I know, could flow effortlessly, even without a script, I could speak clearly and vividly. But for all of this, I truly cannot describe it in words. Fellow wolves, I can only feel that unforgettable beauty, unable to express it in words. In that sinful, dog-like mating, a beautiful, intoxicating, and oblivious experience unfolded—an unparalleled and exquisite gift in the world. Finally, I held her waist tightly with both hands, thrusting as deep as I could, my whole body leaning forward until we were completely pressed together. She arched back as high as she could, offering me her most precious and mysterious place. I said urgently, "I'm going to cum." She didn't answer, just nodded, panting and convulsing. Wave after wave, then drop after drop… This time, it felt like all my sperm had been drained, all of it going into the deepest part of her body without a condom. Afterwards, we collapsed onto the bed, both drenched in sweat. After a while, she wiped the sweat from my forehead with her soft little hands. She gave me a quick kiss, touched my now-soft penis, and said, "No man has ever made me feel like this before. You're the first." Then she became playful and lively, whispering, "Guess what it's like for a woman?" She then pulled my hand to her genitals and said, "The pleasure spreads throughout my body from this area. It's incredibly painful yet incredibly pleasurable. You want it but also want to resist. It's like being burned by fire and doused by water. It feels like all the joy and pain in the world rushes in at once, like a raging flood, unbearable for the body. You feel an urge to die. It seems that a true orgasm is indescribable." "Really? That's terrifying." At this moment, my strength returned a little, and I inserted my middle finger into her vagina, gently stirring it inside, occasionally teasing her clitoris. I continued teasing and caressing her. Slowly, her vagina warmed up and became moist. I inserted another finger, feeling a slight movement inside. I suddenly became excited and started stirring faster. Slowly, her whole body reacted. I pressed her pubic bone with my thumb, applying slight pressure, and gently massaged her G-spot, that bean-sized area. She couldn't help but moan again, and finally, she placed her hand on the back of my hand, guiding me on how to massage it. Soon, she reached another climax. After it all, her face pressed against my chest, feeling a little hot. She said shyly, "You're so naughty, you..."A respectable woman had been completely transformed into a slut. "I hate you, I hate you!" At that moment, under that atmosphere, the stick hardened again, pressing against her inner thigh. She exclaimed, "No way, so fast!" I didn't answer, but flipped her onto me and thrust into her. I was truly satisfied. She lay on top of me, as soft as a noodle, looking at me and laughing, "You bad boy, your body is so good. It's so wonderful to be your woman." The woman-on-top position had its own unique charm. Warm, soft, and smooth, it was so beautiful. I continued thrusting, her body pressing against mine, occasionally wriggling slightly, giggling, and whispering sweet nothings: "You've shown me the true joy of being a woman. I want to be a woman again in my next life. I'll find you when I'm fully developed. Don't leave me!" Unable to resist the sweet words and stimulation any longer, I flipped over and mounted her again. This time, she made no move, quietly submitting, allowing me to enjoy her beautiful female body. Actually, I love this state the most. The woman is like a lamb, completely at my mercy. I can do whatever I want with her, let myself have my way. She's completely satisfied, so I don't need to worry about her feelings or the psychological burden of whether I can satisfy her. It's a unique and alluring experience, culminating in a carefree, unprotected ejaculation inside her. Then, as she got up to wipe herself, she took a box of condoms from her bag and placed it in front of me. I couldn't help but exclaim in shock, "Is it not your safe period? Why didn't you say so earlier?" "It's my fault. I wanted to tell you it wasn't your safe period at first, but I thought it was still early. But when the time came, I really didn't want to say it. You make me happy, and I want you to be happy too. It's okay, I'll go to the pharmacy and buy some pills. Or, how about I have a baby for you?" I was so moved that I hugged her tightly, truly speechless. Perhaps all words are pale in comparison. Such a beautiful and intelligent woman, so touching. A lifetime of protection, a lifetime of love, even if I go to hell and never be reborn, having her in this life is enough. Afterwards, she took the medication, and I said, "This is very harmful to your health." She smiled and comforted me, saying, "It's okay, I'm in good health, don't worry about me. For safety, I even let my husband ejaculate inside me without a condom once. Don't worry about anything, I've taken care of everything." Later, she called to tell me, "It's okay now, but my period came several days early." I was so moved that tears welled up in my eyes. Today, after writing this, perhaps you only see the words, but you can't see the tears that streamed down my face throughout. Finally, I advise my fellow wolves: if you're not having an affair, don't; if you are, it's best not to get too emotionally involved; if you do, you'll end up like us, burning yourself to death. My fellow wolves, remember this!
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