A blissful sex life begins with losing your virginity.

My first time with my husband was also full of ups and downs, full of twists and turns.

Haha, we had been dating for three years at that time. Although we had been intimate, we had never crossed the line. Mainly, I insisted on saving the most touching moment for our wedding night.

My husband (who was my boyfriend then) wanted to, but he agreed.

This was exactly what attracted and moved me most about him; he always respected my feelings and choices.

That day, we finally agreed to get our marriage certificate (we hadn't had a wedding ceremony yet). In the morning, I specially wore a beautiful silk dress and light makeup, preparing to leave my husband with the most beautiful impression on that day.

My husband also looked very smart that day, wearing a new, white shirt.

Haha.

Then we set off together.

We held hands the whole way, my heart filled with waves of tenderness and sweetness. We arrived at the marriage registration office and quickly received two bright red certificates. Haha, I was quite excited at that moment.

I was a little overwhelmed, thinking, "Am I really going to become his wife?" My husband calmed down quickly and handed the staff two packs of candy and cigarettes. They happily accepted them and offered a few words of blessing.

Then, we walked out hand in hand, feeling a little dizzy.

Looking back, it feels a bit unfair; my husband didn't even buy me flowers that day, probably because it wasn't convenient walking around.

But I was still very happy, and so was he.

That day at lunch, I said I wanted shrimp pies, and my husband agreed, taking me to a great shrimp pie shop.

We had a very hearty meal; my husband stuffed shrimp into my mouth, and I couldn't refuse.

Then we went to a small park near our home for a while, playing with the monkeys, listening to the tiger roar, looking at the flowers, and swinging on the swings. It was almost evening.

My husband said, "Let's go home."

We had just rented a place then.

Ah, tonight I would be sleeping in the same bed, becoming his woman.

For some reason, I felt nervous early on; it was really inexplicable.

After dinner, we hugged each other and watched TV together on the bed.

My husband held me close, and I nestled in his arms. My expression must have looked so gentle and serene.

But actually, my heart was churning with anticipation, thinking about what was about to happen.

Sure enough, after a while, my husband whispered in my ear, "Stop watching, go to sleep.

" I understood his message, and my heart pounded.

We had already showered. My husband turned off the TV but didn't turn off the lights.

A little shy, I said, "Turn off the lights too. "

He agreed, but his hand, just touching the light switch, pulled back.

He grinned mischievously and said, "No, I want to take a good look at you."

My face flushed instantly and started to burn.

We had caressed each other before, including our most intimate parts, but we had never openly looked at each other.

My husband was quite open; once he offered to show me, but I glanced down at his impressive member and didn't dare look closer.

Heh.

As for me, he had touched me twice, but both times he slipped his hand under my skirt and asked to see, which I refused.

I was so incredibly shy back then!

After my husband got into bed, we embraced sideways. He held me tightly, as if afraid I'd fly away.

His warm lips began to kiss me—my cheeks, forehead, nose—and finally, his lips covered mine.

We'd kissed countless times in the past three years, but that time felt like my first kiss; my whole body started trembling.

A first kiss is about surprise and excitement, but that one was about nervousness, because I knew what was about to happen.

My husband's body was also trembling slightly; I think he was just as nervous as I was.

I had a brief first love (in high school, we only held hands), while for my husband, I was his first love (every time I think about it, I feel like I've hit the jackpot, haha).

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First kiss, first time—it was a groundbreaking experience for both of us.

However, my husband was far less nervous than I was.

Hehe.

Back then, my husband wasn't nearly as experienced as he is now, and he was also eager. After kissing me a few times, he started to grope me, taking off my nightgown.

I wasn't wearing a dress, but a top and bottom. My husband's hands trembled slightly as he unbuttoned it.

After taking off the top, he pulled down the only piece of fabric covering me. I think I tried to resist, but this time he was very decisive and ripped it off in one go.

Then I was like a boiled chicken, naked and placed on a chopping board.

I remember closing my eyes tightly because this was the first time I had been so unreserved in front of him.

My husband took my hand and grasped his penis—it was thick, hard, and hot! He gently kissed my breasts and pink nipples, kissing all the way down to my lower abdomen.

He didn't go any further; haha, we were still being reserved back then.

My body started to burn, and my face was so hot I could feel the capillaries throbbing.

My husband said, "Let me take a good look at your lower body."

I took the opportunity to release his penis and grabbed the sheets with both hands, trying to relax.

But it didn't work; I was still trembling.

My husband parted my legs, and I heard him whisper, "Oh, is that so?"

I opened my eyes and peeked at my husband. He was observing intently, occasionally touching and turning it over.

I was so embarrassed, I wanted to cover my face with a towel, but I was already so hot.

Suddenly, I felt something hot and hard rubbing against my lower body.

Although I had felt his penis pressing against my lower abdomen before, even there, it was always through my underwear.

Now, the flesh-to-flesh rubbing against each other felt so intense and wonderful. At that moment, I suddenly felt a strong urge to be with him, a desire to become one with him, and I started to get wet.

My husband whispered, "I'm going in."

I didn't say anything, my heart pounding.

Thinking I hadn't heard, he repeated, "I'm going in."

I could only manage a barely audible "Mmm."

I had imagined my first time and its pain countless times.

Novels, television, all sorts of sources conveyed the same message: a girl's first time is both sweet and painful.

As for how painful it was, some said it was like being torn apart, others said it was like being stabbed, but most descriptions were of excruciating pain.

But I thought I was mentally prepared; I was his wife, I was going to give myself to him, and I wasn't afraid.

But what I never expected was that I was so delicate and timid.

After hearing my response, my husband seemed to take a deep breath, and then I felt that hard thing haphazardly pushing and inserting itself into my lower body (at first, my husband probably couldn't find the right entrance). When it reached a certain point, I suddenly felt a huge pain (looking back, it wasn't actually that painful; I was just too nervous, and I'm also a bit delicate, haha). I couldn't help but scream: "Ah, it hurts! It hurts!" Haha, my lovely husband immediately stopped invading, leaned over, stared at my face, and said, "Does it hurt? Does it hurt a lot?" I opened my eyes, nodded, and said, "It hurts so much!" My husband kissed me and said, "Then I'll be gentle, I'll definitely be gentle, okay?"

I nodded helplessly.

As you can imagine, when my husband wanted to go in, being gentle was simply not enough; and with even a little force, I felt excruciating pain, screamed, and pushed him away, repeatedly saying, "No, no!"

My previously moist lower body was inexplicably completely dry.

My husband tried twice more, but both times he failed because of my cries of pain and resistance.

Finally, he couldn't bear to try anymore, because he saw my tears.

Haha, how embarrassing!

Actually, looking back now, most of the tears were from feeling wronged, and only a small part was from the pain.

Finally, my husband said, "Let's do it another day, haha, no rush, you're mine now anyway."

Then, his pent-up frustration finally erupted in my garden.

I felt incredibly wronged, but my husband gently kissed me and held me as we fell asleep.

He was already snoring softly, but I wasn't asleep yet.

Suddenly, amidst the hurt, a pang of guilt and gratitude arose.

This was our wedding night (not our first time!), our first time "making love," and it failed.

My first time... The next day, we both went to work (we took our wedding leave a while later).

That whole day, I was distracted, my mind filled with the events of the previous night, my face constantly burning, my heart pounding.

I secretly made up my mind that I would give myself to my husband today, no matter what, and take him with me.

I remembered that when we got our marriage certificate, they gave us a book called "Essential Reading for Newlyweds," but we hadn't read it because we felt we already had a lot of sex knowledge from various sources (mostly theory, of course, haha). I decided to read it with my husband that night.

After dinner, I found the book and pulled my husband aside to look at it a few times. He said, "There aren't even any pictures in it, what's the use? Besides, haven't we already seen some pictures?" (Haha, he found them online and saved them on his computer.) I couldn't help but start to get nervous again.

Even after we got into bed, I was still uneasy.

My husband was still very excited and got excited quickly. Before he even took off his clothes, I noticed his penis had already subtly changed.

We kissed and caressed each other first, and my lower body quickly became wet. Our two slightly trembling bodies began to experience the initial battle between man and woman again.

When my husband said, "I'm going in," my heart started pounding uncontrollably again, my thighs clenched tightly, and my whole body trembled with tension like a wound-up toy.

My husband patted my thigh and said, "Relax, relax."

I just kept agreeing with "uh-huh," but I couldn't relax.

Because of the pain I experienced last night, my thighs started acting up that night: they kept involuntarily closing together. I tried to open them, but they would close again on their own.

My husband chuckled and said, "How can I get in if your legs are so tight?"

I said, "Help me open them, hold me."

My husband did as I asked.

I gripped the sheets with both hands, forcefully spreading my thighs, and said with a touch of righteous indignation, "I'm ready."

My husband's face turned red with excitement, and his eyes sparkled as he looked at me. He said, "I'm in."

I bit my lower lip, thinking, "God, why am I a woman? Why do women have to go through such a difficult time?" As I thought about it, another wave of resentment washed over me.

With the pain coming from my lower body, tears welled up uncontrollably again.

My husband didn't notice my expression and adjusted the position of his penis. This time, it seemed like an even greater pain came, and I couldn't help but scream again: "No! Ah, it hurts! It hurts!" At the same time, my thighs involuntarily pressed together, and I desperately pushed him down.

My husband, helpless, stopped and asked, "Does it hurt that much?" His question made me angry, and I burst into tears, saying, "You're not a woman, of course you don't know!" Seeing me cry, my husband quickly came over to comfort me, saying, "No more, no more, next time, next time."

Then he gently hugged me, and we embraced sideways.

After a while, my husband guided my hand to grasp his penis, saying, "What about this?" I looked at him, puzzled. He didn't speak, but moved my hand up and down a couple of times. I suddenly understood, and my face began to burn.

Although we had both caressed each other, it was almost always "just a touch," and we had never helped each other masturbate.

This time, it seemed inevitable.

So, for the first time, I held a man's penis with my hand and helped him release.

The second time, I failed again.

My first time... The next day, I spent the day in a daze.

For some reason, although I was terrified and wronged at night, I felt guilty and ashamed during the day, feeling like I had let my husband down.

That evening after work, I was a little afraid to look him in the eye.

For dinner, I made my husband's favorite braised eggplant. Because braised eggplant is quite troublesome to make, I'd only made it for him twice at my mother's house.

My husband joked, "Why did you make braised eggplant? Hehe, what did I do to offend you?" Then he ate heartily.

Seeing him eat so deliciously made me feel much better.

As it was almost time to go to bed, I started to get nervous again.

I glanced at my husband; he didn't seem very interested in me today, sitting in front of the computer fiddling with something.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of joy and said, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

"Wait, come and see this," my husband said mysteriously.

I walked over, puzzled. My husband hugged me, made me sit on his lap, and pressed a play button on the screen.

The image appeared: a woman, draped in a thin veil, lying on her side on a large bed, her hand supporting her chin, smiling seductively.

I was bewildered and opened my eyes wide.

Suddenly, I noticed a naked man appear. He walked over and lifted the veil.

Oh my god, she was completely naked too.

What happened next is self-explanatory.

Before that, I had seen some nude photos of women and men on my husband's computer, and I had also watched some adult films, but this was the first time I had ever seen a film that was purely about sex.

Moreover, it showed specific body parts and specific actions very clearly.

I remember feeling quite disgusted at the time, and a little angry with my husband (this was 7 years ago, haha, it wasn't nearly as open as it is now), but I still couldn't resist watching.

Haha, do women also have a erotic side? Finally, when I saw the man ejaculate into the woman's mouth, I felt nauseous and quickly broke free from my husband's embrace to go to bed.

My husband followed me; now that I think about it, he was quite thoughtful, haha.

After a brief foreplay, my husband excitedly got to the point.

This time, he quickly found the right spot, but I was incredibly nervous, even more so than the previous two nights.

I ended up crying out in pain and tears welling up in my eyes. Finally, my husband couldn't bear it anymore, and we finished quickly again that night.

After that night, my husband didn't ask to go inside for several days, and we just held each other gently.

He whispered in my ear, "You've been too nervous these past few days. Let's wait a while before going in.

Let me know when you're ready."

I felt both guilty and touched. My husband was so considerate; I was so happy.

Since he said there was no rush, I was naturally happy to accept, secretly relieved: "Whatever, let's enjoy a few days of relaxation first. I've been so nervous these past few days."

Looking back now, I chuckle a little, realizing how selfish I was, completely ignoring the "urgent needs" of the man beside me.

Then, about two weeks passed, and my husband didn't bring up going inside again.

Of course, during that time, we had a few intimate moments.

In my husband's words, you need a process of getting used to his penis.

Honestly, during that time I was both afraid and resentful of his innocent penis—that's the truth.

I was only 25 then, and maybe a little late to "open up," so I wasn't as interested in sex as my husband.

I felt that snuggling in his arms every night, chatting, and kissing each other was enough.

Of course, I would get excited when my husband kissed or caressed me, but if he didn't arouse me, I didn't seem to have much sexual desire.

The process my husband meant by getting used to his penis was letting me feel it during intimacy—with my hands, my lower abdomen, and my genitals.

Knowing it wouldn't penetrate and wouldn't hurt me, I was quite relaxed.

After a few times, I found that even just the friction of his penis against my genitals felt quite good (my face flushed). I secretly thought that this was probably what they called a clitoral orgasm.

Every time my husband let me get used to and feel his penis, I learned to close my eyes and quietly "enjoy" that pleasurable sensation.

I started to feel comfortable observing my husband's penis more closely, and I noticed it was really big and thick when erect, with a shiny head.

Every time I saw it, I secretly groaned, thinking that it would be no wonder it hurt to have something so big inside me.

Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye.

Actually, during that time, I often resolved during the day that I would definitely let him in that night; but as soon as night fell, the thought of his enormous penis, or even just seeing it, would make me back down.

Until one night, before going to sleep, my husband sat on the edge of the bed staring at me. Confused by his gaze, I asked him what he was looking at.

He said with a longing look, "Two weeks have passed, aren't you ready yet?" I was speechless, so I pleaded, taking his hand and saying, "Can you give me a little more time? Please, I'm still afraid… please."

Seeing my combination of pleading and whining, my husband said, "Fine, I'll give you two more weeks. If you still can't handle it by then, well, I might..." He grinned maliciously, then reached out and tickled me. I giggled from the tickling, pulled him closer, and lay down beside me.

Another two weeks passed.

With each passing day, my anxiety and fear grew.

Sigh, what's meant to be will be.

Besides, refusing my husband again seemed really unreasonable.

What should I do? Why am I so useless? One day at work, I couldn't help but secretly shed a couple of tears.

Here, I want to say to all the men out there: please understand and empathize with a girl's fear of her first time. Don't argue with her about it; she's already going through a lot of psychological torment.

And to all the women out there, I have to say: don't be too afraid or nervous. You'll find it wasn't so scary afterward.

And talk to your loved ones about your feelings to ease the tension.

Back then, I kept all of this bottled up inside. Fear, guilt, and helplessness filled my mind every day; it was agonizing.

When my two cycles were complete, it happened to be a Saturday.

We went shopping all day; I bought a dress and sandals, and my husband bought a short-sleeved shirt.

We were both in good spirits all day.

That evening after dinner, I thought, I can't put it off any longer. My husband has been so considerate; today, today it is.

So I took a shower, and when I came out, while drying my wet hair with a towel, I whispered to my husband, "Today should be fine."

My husband looked at me with surprise, then quickly pecked me on the lips, saying, "Wait for me, I'll be right there."

Then he happily rushed into the bathroom.

I dried my hair, leaned against the bed, and my heart started racing again.

I took two deep breaths, then tried to stretch my arms and legs, lying flat.

I tried to relax in this position, but I could still feel my body trembling slightly.

My husband quickly finished showering and returned to the bedroom, still damp. He couldn't help but chuckle at my sprawled, sprawled-out state.

He unwrapped his towel, and to my dismay, I discovered that my most dreaded thing was proudly erect.

He began to kiss me gently, his warm hands caressing almost every inch of my body. For a moment, I felt dizzy, almost completely lost in his caresses.

But then he whispered in my ear, "This time, I'm really going to go in."

My heart started pounding again.

My body tensed unconsciously.

In the heightened tension of my mind and body, I heard him softly command me to spread my legs a little wider and relax.

I didn't speak, just breathed heavily, my eyes tightly shut, awaiting the pain.

Then I heard him say, "You're already wet down there, so it won't hurt."

I trembled and murmured an "Mmm," then felt his penis rubbing against me, searching for a way out.

Suddenly, a familiar pain spread throughout my body, as if a huge object was trying to force its way in, while I felt like I was in a dead end, with nowhere to go.

I cried out in pain, tears streaming down my face, my body involuntarily recoiling. I often think that at that moment, all my muscles must have been harder than stone. All thoughts of

"I have to go in today," of "I'm going all out," were forgotten in that instant.

My mind was filled with only one feeling: pain; my body received only one signal: retreat.

Retreat from that thing that caused me pain, retreat from that thing that terrified me.

My husband later told me that I desperately pressed my legs together, desperately pushing him down.

He said that seeing me like that, he felt heartache, helplessness, anger, and frustration. Seeing me crying so uncontrollably, he sighed, helped me sit up against the headboard, patted my face, and said, "Don't cry, it won't go in, it won't go in."

I bit my lip, not knowing why I just wanted to cry. Was it because of the pain? Because of the injustice? Or do I hate myself for being so delicate?

I can't really say.

My husband sat beside me, occasionally offering me tissues to wipe my tears.

After a while, I finally stopped sobbing.

My husband got out of bed, poured himself a glass of water, took a couple of sips, and asked if I wanted some. I nodded, only to realize my mouth was incredibly dry.

My husband brought the glass over, and I suddenly noticed my penis drooping, dangling between his legs, looking utterly dejected.

I couldn't help but chuckle again.

My husband looked puzzled and asked what I was laughing at. I was too embarrassed to tell him the real reason, so I said, "If people saw me like this, wouldn't they think you're a rapist?"

"What rapist? More like an attempted rape. Drink some water," he said bitterly.

I didn't dare argue back and obediently took the glass.

Actually, I could tell my husband was a little angry with me, and I felt terrible inside too. That night, my husband held me, patted my back, and said, "You're just too delicate. You can't handle even a little pain.

Any other man would have taken care of you long ago."

"Sigh, why can't I bear it? You're such a useless thing."

He said he was useless, but then his hand moved to my butt and pinched it hard.

I screamed. My husband, with a smile in his eyes, asked, "Was it more painful when it went in than this?" I rolled my eyes, thought carefully, and compared, saying, "It's different. This one hurts all at once; that one hurts for a long time, and it's an indescribable pain, like—by the way, do I not have a hole down there?" I suddenly tensed up, widening my eyes as I asked my husband.

My husband paused, then said, "Really?" We were both silent for a moment, then suddenly I cheered, saying, "I definitely have a hole, otherwise where would my period come from?" My husband said with relief, "Yeah, if you didn't have a hole, how would you get your period?" "Oh dear, you almost scared me to death."

We chuckled for a while, both feeling like idiots.

Suddenly, I remembered something and turned pale with fright. My husband asked what was wrong, and I said, "Oh my god, did you see what it looks like down there?" Am I deformed down there? Otherwise, why does it hurt so much? My husband said, "You're too delicate, and you're too nervous."

I said, "No, it really hurts. It hurts terribly as soon as you insert it." (Later I realized it was because of my excessive nervousness that I was imagining "terrifying pain"). Oh no, it's all over, there must be something wrong with me down there.

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. My husband was also at a loss. That night, we both tossed and turned, unable to sleep well.

To be honest, the reason we didn't succeed the first few times was because I was too delicate, and my husband was too doting on me, unwilling to force me in the slightest. But since that night, I started to doubt that something was wrong with me down there, and my psychological trauma grew stronger.

At first, my husband might have believed me a little, but the next day he strongly objected.

I insisted that there was definitely something wrong with me down there, and he glared at me, both amused and annoyed, saying, "No way, you have your period and everything, how could it be abnormal? Don't overthink it."

For the next few days, my husband didn't ask to go inside anymore. He said I had a psychological aversion to sex and suggested I read more books or watch more movies related to sex.

I was too embarrassed to watch with him, so I watched on the computer by myself every day before he got off work.

I read some books about "must-read for newlyweds" and looked at some pictures (hehe, those pictures magnified certain parts really clearly).

One day, I even found the porn my husband had dragged me to watch last time, and played it with my face flushed and my heart pounding, keeping the volume very low, afraid of letting the neighbors hear.

Our neighbors were an elderly couple who had been calling us "the young couple" ever since we moved in.

One day I forgot my keys, and the old lady insisted on taking me to her house for a while. We chatted for a bit, and she kept praising us, saying, "Look at us, a cultured young couple is different!"

If they heard that, they'd want to crawl into a hole and hide forever! After watching for a while, I felt warm all over, and my lower body seemed wet.

While mentally berating myself for my weakness, I replayed the video, focusing on the inserted scenes.

It seemed so easy for the other woman; she just inserted it so gently.

The foreign woman looked incredibly comfortable, constantly moaning "oh, yeah" throughout, and occasionally muttering indistinct words.

I decided to take a good look at myself.

To be honest, I'd never really looked at my genitals properly before; all I ever saw in the shower was a small patch of dark wood.

I pulled down my underwear, used a small mirror to examine myself, and stared wide-eyed.

My immediate thought was that it looked really ugly (I couldn't understand why my husband said it was beautiful), nothing like the fair and tender genitals of young girls I'd seen.

I parted my labia with my fingers, but I didn't see the opening like in the porn movies, just bright red flesh. There was a slightly unusual spot, which I guessed was my vagina, but it looked like even a thin thread couldn't be inserted.

I tentatively inserted my finger, but it wouldn't go in; then I tried my little finger, which seemed to be able to fit a tiny bit in.

I tensed up, pushing it in little by little, until finally I felt a small section go in. It was hot, soft, and incredibly tight inside.

Oh, I suddenly felt my hymen—that thing that tightly restricts my finger at the entrance.

But I felt my entire vagina was narrow, tight, and small; even without a hymen, it would never fit my husband's penis.

I put on my pants and sat in a chair, lost in thought. Should I go to the hospital to get it checked out? But how could I possibly go?

Lost in thought, I heard the sound of a key turning in the door. I quickly jumped over and shut everything off the computer.

My husband was home.

That night, I told him about my worries. He said, "Don't overthink it, you'll be fine."

I said, "But I'm still scared."

I'd read in a book that day about a woman whose vagina was deformed, causing a tear and resulting in severe bleeding.

How terrible.

My husband was at a loss and said, "Why don't we go to the hospital?"

I said, "I don't dare, it's too embarrassing."

My husband was both amused and annoyed. He said, "What's there to be embarrassed about? Don't other people go to the hospital when they're sick?

Take a day off tomorrow and I'll go with you."

I said, "Let me think about it some more."

(5) Before I knew it, another two weeks had passed. I still didn't have the courage to go to the hospital. The psychological pressure was getting bigger and bigger.

My colleagues at work teased me, saying that getting married is different. With the nourishment of love, look how bright my face is! Of course, I could understand the ambiguous meaning of "the nourishment of love." I thought, "The nourishment of love? No way! If you knew I was still a virgin, you'd laugh your head off!" But some things are really hard to say to anyone, including my best friends.

During that time, I mustered up the courage to try with my husband twice more, but it still didn't work. My husband also started to say, "Your place is really tight. Besides, I don't dare to use too much force."

I became even more convinced that something was wrong with my place.

So during that period, my husband and I would kiss and caress each other several times, and then my husband would rub against my outside, and we would both reach orgasm.

Life went on as usual, and my husband and I remained deeply in love. However, my guilt towards him grew stronger, and I knew he longed to be truly one with me as soon as possible, which I could sense from his urging me to go to the hospital.

Almost two months had passed. Legally, I was my husband's wife, but in reality, I hadn't truly become his woman.

I decided to go to the hospital.

My husband accompanied me.

Thinking back on that hospital visit, I felt utterly ashamed.

At the hospital, they quickly determined I needed to see a gynecologist.

After registering and paying, I went to the outpatient department. At the reception desk, the doctor would either direct me to a different examination room based on my specific symptoms or determine if I needed a gynecological exam.

The doctor, who was about 40 years old, asked me, "Where do you feel unwell?" I mumbled, "Just over there."

She then asked, "Is it itchy? Discomfort?" I thought to myself, it's not itchy; discomfort, well, let's say it is discomfort.

So she gave me a referral for an internal exam and asked me to pay.

Finally, everything was settled, and it was my turn to enter the examination room.

The doctor who examined me was about 35 years old. I still remember her as having fair skin and a very gentle appearance.

She asked me what was wrong. I stammered, "It seems like something's not quite right down there."

She asked, "Where? Vulva? Or vagina?" I said, "I'm not really sure."

She gave me a disapproving look and asked again, "Are you married?" I said yes.

She asked how long I'd been married. I said two months.

She said, "Let me examine you. "

She told me to lay out a piece of paper, take off my underwear, lie down on the bed, spread my legs, and put my feet on the armrests.

I only then noticed the bed next to me, so I did as she said. As I lay there with my legs spread, I felt both ashamed and embarrassed.

It was my first time seeing a gynecologist, the first time I'd presented my body so naked in front of someone. I felt incredibly helpless and ashamed.

The doctor put on a pair of plastic gloves, came over, looked at me, and said, "There's nothing wrong with your vulva."

I nodded, and she continued, "Let me check inside."

Then I saw her take out a plastic cone-shaped object (I later learned it was called a vaginal speculum). Oh my god, she wasn't going to...

I quickly called out, "Doctor!" She looked at me strangely, "What's wrong?" I said, "It seems like my... it's really small...

It's like my partner... he... he just can't get in..."

My voice trailed off, becoming barely audible. I was

so embarrassed, I just wanted to die.

The doctor paused, then seemed to understand something, so she put down the plastic object and said, "You can get down now."

I sat on the stool, my face flushed, and stammered, "Doctor, is there... a problem with my...?" She looked at me, smiled slightly, and said, "I don't see a problem."

My face burned even hotter, and I asked again, "Then...

then..."

The understanding doctor smiled again, and continued, "You mean our sex life? No problem."

The doctor was really nice. She told me some relevant information and that it wasn't actually that painful. She told me to relax as much as possible, to cooperate with my partner, and so on.

Finally, she said: "Men usually don't care about these things. Your partner cherishes you so much. You are very lucky. Be content and don't be too delicate."

I kept nodding and thanking her.

When I came out, I saw my husband. He said, "I told you it was nothing. I was

just scaring myself, haha." He didn't blame me. I looked at my husband's innocent face and didn't say anything. I just held his hand tightly and walked out. I felt guilty and touched.

At that moment, I had only one thought in my mind: as soon as I got home today, I would immediately become his woman.

I would feel pain for him, I would bleed for him, and I would make him happy.

(6) I still remember it vividly. That day was 2 months and 5 days after our wedding.

We came out of the hospital at noon and had lunch outside.

My husband asked me if I was going to work in the afternoon. I said no, since I had taken the whole day off.

My husband said, "Then I won't go either."

So we decided to go home together.

Just then, his phone rang. It was a guy he did side jobs with, asking him to come over after work to debug a circuit board.

My husband said, "Let's do it in the afternoon, I'm not busy today; it's not good to go to the evening, my wife will be scared home alone.

" The guy seemed to be making a joke, and my husband laughed and cursed, "Go to hell!" before hanging up.

That evening at 6 pm, my husband came home.

I had already prepared dinner: spicy chicken wings, a cucumber salad, braised eggplant (my husband's favorite), and a bowl of seaweed soup.

Hehe, not to brag, but my cooking skills are actually pretty good.

Many girls can hardly cook before marriage, but I learned a long time ago.

Because I enjoy cooking, it's very fun, and watching others eat it gives me a sense of accomplishment.

My husband said in surprise, "You made so much? Hehe, can you finish it all?" I smiled smugly and took out a bucket of chilled peach juice, pouring two glasses.

My husband sometimes drinks a little beer, but I didn't want him to drink tonight. I thought we should both be sober for this special night.

After showering, I changed into a pink tank top and white capri pants.

Hehe, back then I almost never bought sexy lingerie or nightgowns because I felt they weren't as comfortable as regular pajamas.

But since I usually wear short-sleeved pajamas, that sudden change into a pink tank top made my husband's gaze noticeably different.

I stood on the balcony, feeling the cool night air, trying to relax.

Despite listening to the doctor's explanation during the day, I still couldn't help feeling nervous.

I kept telling myself, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. I can't cry out in pain later; I have to cooperate with my husband." Just as

I was reprimanding myself, someone suddenly lifted me up. It turned out my husband had already finished washing up.

As he carried me to the bedroom, he whispered in my ear, "Wife, is today okay?" I closed my eyes and nodded firmly.

My husband laid me on the bed and pressed himself against me, his warm lips kissing my forehead.

That day, he was exceptionally gentle, kissing my forehead, eyebrows, nose, cheeks, and ears, bit by bit. When he gently nibbled my earlobe, a tingling, itchy sensation swept over me. Feeling his hot, rapid breath, I began to get excited.

He wasn't as eager as he had been in the first few days of our marriage. Although we hadn't actually "consummated" yet, over two months of intimacy had given him a little experience, and he was starting to know how to arouse my emotions.

I could clearly feel his penis had changed, hard against my lower abdomen.

I couldn't help but feel nervous again, my body trembling slightly.

My husband seemed to notice; he rolled over and guided my hand to his penis.

Then he took off my tank top, his lips gently kissing my neck and chest.

My husband's hot lips lightly touched my nipples, and my breathing became rapid.

When he took one into his mouth, gently biting and sucking, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, feeling a surge of heat flow from my lower body.

My husband wrapped one arm around my waist, and with the other, he gently pulled down my pajama bottoms.

His large hand covered my buttocks, kneading them, murmuring, "So bouncy," before his nimble fingers moved to my genitals, saying, "It's already wet, baby."

I don't know what magic his fingers used, but after he caressed and rubbed me there for a while, I felt my breathing become difficult, and my vision blurred. At that moment, an indescribable feeling of comfort seemed to make me forget the impending impact.

My husband was also excited beyond control, his breathing becoming heavier, saying, "So much water, so wet."

I spread my legs as my husband instructed, and I could clearly feel my thighs trembling slightly.

Then, his familiar penis began to kiss my genitals, gently rubbing against me. My whole body tensed up again, a mixture of pleasure and fear.

Strangely, though, ever since the doctor said I was completely normal, I felt much more relaxed. My

husband leaned down and kissed my lips again, saying he was going to go in.

I hummed in agreement, my heart suddenly racing.

Then I felt his penis rubbing against my outside, before suddenly penetrating me.

The pain arrived as expected.

"It hurts so much!" I opened my mouth to scream, but then gritted my teeth and swallowed the word back, my whole body trembling.

My husband asked in a trembling voice, "Does it hurt?" I trembled and replied, "It... doesn't hurt, it's... okay..." Then I felt my husband start to thrust, as if something huge had suddenly pushed in, as if my lower body was about to burst open, or as if that thing had reached my uterus and other internal organs. I

felt helpless for a moment.

I finally couldn't hold back and cried out, and my husband immediately leaned down and kissed me.

His body was trembling too.

My husband is very good at kissing me; every deep kiss makes me feel dizzy.

This time, his kiss was timely, relieving and distracting from my pain to some extent.

My husband held me tightly, his tongue sometimes darting around in my mouth, sometimes sucking and entwining with mine.

It was a strange feeling, filled with both pain and dizziness.

Soon, my husband thrust again, and this time, I felt as if my body had been plowed open, a wave of swelling, heat, and pain washing over me. After that

, my husband didn't thrust; he just placed his penis inside me.

He pressed down on me, and we finally became one. At that moment, we both cried… I don't know how much time passed, but my husband slowly got up and gently, very gently, withdrew his penis.

As he pulled it out, I could feel the painful friction, and I was incredibly grateful that he hadn't thrust too forcefully for his own desires.

Only then did I realize I was covered in sweat, and my legs, spread apart, wouldn't come down; they had even cramped due to tension (thinking about it now, it's so embarrassing, haha).

My husband knelt there, patting and rubbing me with his palms until it finally stopped.

My first time didn't bleed much; there were only a few streaks of blood on the sheets.

Perhaps our repeated sexual activity had almost broken my hymen, and my capillaries weren't very rich anymore.

I was the one who remembered the bleeding; my husband hadn't even considered it, he was too busy massaging my legs.

Later, I jokingly asked him, "You didn't bleed much, do you believe I'm a virgin?" Without a second thought, he said, "Of course."

My husband and I lay together in each other's arms, sharing the same feeling: moved, cherished, and happy.

After a long while, we got up to shower. Getting

out of bed, I felt a burning pain in my lower body, and I was a little hesitant to walk.

But strangely, amidst that pain, I suddenly felt a sweetness: I had finally overcome this hurdle; I was finally my husband's woman.

Our blissful sex life began from that moment, and it continues to this day, sweet and tender.

[The End]

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