Memories are pleasant

On the night of International Women's Day, I couldn't help but reminisce about the three goddesses I had once been in love with. The first was Li, a girl who was assigned to a unit immediately after graduating from a 985 university. She was incredibly intelligent, lively, with long flowing hair, and could sing and dance. As recent graduates entering the system, we were required to undergo a two-month training period, and I was the training team leader. Soon after the training began, we fell deeply in love with each other. Within a week, we left traces of our love in the classroom, on the roadside, and on the playground. Everything was as gentle as a spring breeze and drizzling rain, full of tender affection. The most memorable moment was by the small bridge, where the silver light of the night bathed the ground, the babbling brook flowed, and the girl's moans mingled with the croaking of frogs in the grass, melodious and beautiful. Unfortunately, our good fortune didn't last long. I had to go on to graduate school, and we had to say goodbye with tears in my eyes. Later, she returned to school to pursue her doctorate, and we parted ways forever. The second goddess was Wang, my classmate and deskmate during graduate school. She was four years older than me, with delicate features and a full figure, bearing a striking resemblance to the current "G" mother, Peng. On our first day as deskmates, Wang wore a trench coat and had her hair in a bun. A glance to the side revealed a graceful figure and a mature, alluring charm that made my heart pound. I was both nervous and excited, with a vague feeling that something was about to happen. However, from the second day until a month later, we only exchanged greetings and nothing else. Then one day, she forgot her English textbook and shared it with me. Only then did we start talking, and I could feel her long-suppressed words flowing freely. Gradually, we transitioned from academics to everyday life, and everything felt so natural. Although Wang was four years older than me and had a mature appearance, when I undressed, her pure and delicate body was like that of a young girl, especially her firm, shapely breasts. I loved to tease her nipples with my tongue, sucking on them until they became even firmer. For three years, the library, the study room, and the flowerbeds were filled with the scents of our love. The wildest moments were undoubtedly at night on the school's main playground. The two sat cross-legged on the grass, unbuttoning his shirt, caressing her breasts, their breaths rising and falling. He couldn't help but stroke his weapon, bold and unrestrained under the cover of night. Even when students strolled by, they didn't stop their caresses until I finally ejaculated. The third goddess was a businesswoman, Ms. Li, a wise and beautiful, virtuous and elegant, graceful and proud lady, five years older than me. We met in the neighborhood and spent six years together. Ms. Li and her husband each ran a company, with considerable profits, yet they were very low-key. They were both business elites and masters of refined taste; fortunately, I was friends with them. Ms. Li's husband (Brother Liu) was ten years older than her. The couple had lived apart for many years, and she asked me to take care of Ms. Li, a gesture I understood implicitly. During my time with Ms. Li, she possessed both the warmth of an older sister and the charm of a young girl. We left our lovemaking marks in the kitchen, the elevator, on the riverbank, and in the car. The most ecstatic time was when I returned from out of town. I couldn't wait to see her. She was at a friend's house, and I rushed to the rooftop where she was. I called her and urged her to leave her friend's house, then took the elevator straight to the rooftop. She smiled and asked if I wanted her. I pulled her close, pressed her against the wall, took out my penis, and thrust it into her. Afraid I wouldn't be satisfied, she bent over, grabbed my ankles, and offered me her shapely buttocks without reservation. I thrust with all my might, instantly feeling her hot flow, her tight grip on my glans stimulating me to accelerate. Just as I was about to ejaculate, she quickly turned, taking my glans into her lips, teasing it with her tongue, until she finally took the base into her mouth, letting it flow into her throat and swallow. Later, due to a job transfer, all those beautiful memories and blessings could only remain in my heart. Having lived in Shenzhen for some time now, and approaching my forties, I hope to meet a refined and charming goddess in this city of technology and innovation, so that we can find respite in this fast-paced city and share beautiful moments and romantic evenings together.

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