I am 27 years old this year

Let
me first introduce myself. I'm 27 years old. After studying law for four years at a prestigious university in Shanghai, I came from another city and now work in Guangzhou, practicing law (oops...).
I have a girlfriend I've known since university. After years of dating and overcoming many setbacks, we're about to get married. I own a house and a car, and I'll soon have a wife, so I should be content. But there's one thing that always bothers me: I've only ever been with my girlfriend. Before meeting her, I had other girlfriends, but we'd never slept together. Even with my current girlfriend, it took us about a year to get her—I'm really not good at that, I'm ashamed—I'm a 27-year-old guy, considered a promising young man by outsiders, but sexually, I'm really nothing to brag about. Whenever I think about this, I feel resentful.
Perhaps some so-called "gentlemen" will find my thoughts distasteful, and I don't want to argue. I just want to say that I absolutely love my girlfriend, but I am, after all, a normal man. How many men these days are content with only one woman? If I only had one woman in my life, I would feel like a complete failure, and my life would have been wasted. However, these days, having an affair or extramarital relationship is too risky; if things go wrong, you'll find yourself in a difficult situation. Secondly, the cost is too high, not only financially but also emotionally.
Therefore, I'm unwilling to take that risk. Besides, my relationship with my girlfriend is stable, and there's no need to seek so-called emotional support. So, after thinking it over, finding a prostitute seems more reliable. After all, it's all one-time, and there's no need to worry about any trouble. Although I've had this thought, I haven't acted on it yet. You can probably understand; taking the first step is never easy. Until today, on a Friday afternoon…
Before telling my story, it's necessary to explain how this all started: Recently, a new colleague joined our company. He's from Guangzhou, and this guy is only 30, but he's already quite the expert in this area, effortlessly finding prostitutes. Sometimes, listening to him recount these experiences makes me quite tempted, and I'm eager to try it myself. Soon, the two hot-blooded young men hit it off and agreed that after work on Friday afternoon, he would drive me to a nice place.
So, after getting home on Thursday night, I told my girlfriend that I had a business dinner the next day and that she didn't need to wait for me. Unexpectedly, when we met on Friday morning, he suddenly told me that his father had something urgent to discuss and he couldn't go, saying he'd reschedule. I was incredibly disappointed. Disappointed as I was, the desire this incident had stirred up was hard to quell. After much thought, I decided to go it alone. Then a bathhouse near my house popped into my mind. I'd passed by it before; it didn't look high-end, but it wasn't cheap either. I always felt there must be prostitutes inside, so I thought I'd check it out today.
After work, I drove like a maniac and quickly arrived at my destination. I parked the car and walked in confidently (by the way: I've been to more upscale bathhouses with my buddies for massages before, but we never did *that*).
It was only a little past 5 pm, and there weren't many people yet. After going in, I quickly showered, feeling much refreshed, then dried myself off, changed into a bathrobe, and asked the attendant, "Do you offer massages here?" "Yes!" he replied. "What's the price?" I asked. "That depends on the service; you should go up to the second floor and ask the technicians," he replied. I understood and went up to the second floor. A male attendant enthusiastically led me into a small room and asked what service I wanted. I deliberately asked, "What kind of services do you offer?" He whispered, "Special services, 400 yuan." I pretended to be knowledgeable and said, "That's expensive? Why don't you try it?" He nodded and left.
After a moment, the door opened, and a girl with delicate features, a tall and slender figure, and a somewhat "skinny" appearance entered. She looked to be under 25. As soon as she entered, she smiled at me, and we greeted each other. It seemed that we had a good first impression of each other. She was wearing a sexy black jumpsuit, her hair was tied up in a bun, and she wore light makeup. She had big eyes and long eyelashes and looked quite pretty. For some reason, I didn't feel the nervousness I usually feel when "seeking a prostitute" for the first time. Perhaps it was because she seemed quite lively.
After greeting me, she smiled and said, "Could you tune the TV to CCTV-8? They're showing one of my favorite dramas right now." Her accent was fluent Cantonese, which surprised me because I always thought that most people in this industry in Guangzhou were from out of town. I laughed and picked up the remote, switching to CCTV-8. She then helped me take off my bathrobe and bath pants, and I was immediately completely naked in front of her. I had never shown my body to any woman other than my girlfriend before. I exercise regularly and am quite muscular, so I'm pretty satisfied with my body, although my penis is, to be honest, only so-so, I'm ashamed. She started massaging and applying oil to me, glancing at the TV show every now and then. We started chatting, covering all sorts of topics, and it was quite pleasant.
Later, the conversation turned to our shared experiences. From our conversation, I learned that she was from a remote suburb of Guangzhou, had attended a vocational school, and later worked as a waitress in a bathhouse in the city. Finding the pay too low, she switched to prostitution. Her words revealed a hint of self-pity and a touch of sadness; perhaps every prostitute has an unusual, incomprehensible past.
I started to comfort her, saying, "Don't be so pessimistic. Everyone has their own way of life, and I can understand." She countered, "How can you understand?" I sighed and said that no one has it easy in today's society; everyone is just trying to survive. If you can't even survive, what's the point of everything else? There's no inherent hierarchy in jobs; they're just different ways to make a living. Others might look down on you, but you must never look down on yourself. If you get a chance in the future, quit your job and find a suitable husband to marry…
I truly meant what I said, and she seemed touched, her feelings for me noticeably increasing. Enjoying her gentle massage, I suddenly told her, "You're very beautiful and slim. It's lucky I met you here." She blushed and said, "You're so sweet. Actually, you're quite handsome too. When I walked in, I saw you wearing glasses and looking so refined; I liked that too. I even like your stubble. It's my honor to serve you. But I really can't believe you're 27; you look like a college student. I really admire and like you."
We exchanged a smile after speaking, and the room instantly filled with a relaxed atmosphere and a hint of ambiguous desire. We chatted idly while she massaged me, and about 20 minutes passed without me realizing it. To be honest, my mind was no longer on the massage. She seemed to read my mind and began to obediently undress. How could I possibly miss such a beautiful sight? She pulled her tank top down to her waist, revealing a black strapless lace bra. Then she unhooked it, revealing her small but firm breasts. Next, she pulled down her tank top and pink panties together, finally revealing herself completely naked before me. I lay flat, and she knelt beside me, beginning to caress my penis and nipples, which immediately became erect.
I turned my head to admire her body; she was indeed very slender and beautiful, with a delicate, snow-white neck and very prominent, sexy collarbones, just like a model in a photograph.
Her breasts, though not large, were firm and perky, inspiring an urge to reach out and caress them; her nipples were like cherries, unlike some women in pornographic films whose nipples had turned black and disgusting. I couldn't help but reach out and play with them, my hand gently roaming over her back, her slender waist, and her smooth thighs. She suddenly exclaimed, "Your skin is so nice, and you look so young, you must take good care of yourself!" I laughed, "Not at all. Your skin is even better, so smooth and tender. I really like it."
Her face flushed again after hearing this, and she chuckled, sending my heart soaring. I shifted my gaze to her private parts; her pubic hair wasn't thick, probably just average. Deep within the dark pubic hair, a thin slit was faintly visible, but from this angle, combined with the dim light, it wasn't very clear. She patiently caressed me, rubbing her body against my penis, which I found incredibly pleasurable. After a while, she asked, "What position would you like? Should I be on top or you?" I said either was fine. She asked again, "Are you tired? How about I be on top?" I said it was okay, you lie down next to me first, we can chat a bit more, I'm not in a hurry.
She obediently lay down next to me, and I turned to my side, kissing her neck and lips, and began caressing her entire body.
Her eyes were slightly closed, occasionally letting out soft moans, seemingly enjoying my foreplay. I moved my lips to her breasts, lightly licking her nipples, and they did indeed have a slightly sweet taste. I sat up and knelt beside her, carefully examining her body. I noticed she was slender yet healthy, with fair and rosy skin, and a patch of dark pubic hair that looked quite endearing. Perhaps it was because of her slim figure, but I was suddenly overcome with a desire to cherish and protect her. So I restrained my lust and began to carefully caress her entire body, without rushing into anything.
Finally, my hand touched her vulva. The feel was completely different from my girlfriend's; it was smaller. I climbed between her legs, parted her thighs, and began to admire her vulva up close. This was the first time I had ever seen a woman's vulva so clearly in real life, other than my girlfriend's (excluding watching porn). Her vulva was small and clean, the alluring slit short, almost as if it hadn't fully developed. Her labia majora were thin, not the thick type; her labia minora were also small, almost completely hidden in the folds, not dark in color, and without many obvious folds. I tried to pry open her labia, but found that because her vulva was small, I couldn't open it very well, only managing to open it a little bit. I immediately felt very excited and novel, because her figure and even her private parts were completely different from my girlfriend's. This was a real eye-opener.
I carefully parted her labia minora and pulled up the foreskin of her clitoris as much as possible, revealing her clitoris, which was also very small. I've watched countless adult videos, but even in adult videos, I've rarely seen such a small vulva. I thought to myself: On my first visit to a prostitute, I encountered such a beauty with such a small and exquisite genitalia. Could it be a divine arrangement?
With this in mind, I decided to give her plenty of foreplay, making sure she didn't feel any discomfort, otherwise it would be a disservice to her lovely little vulva. I began to unconsciously caress her clitoris, slowly and gently rubbing that little bean with my middle finger, occasionally increasing the speed and pressure, and slowly digging up and down in the folds of flesh. She immediately closed her eyes tightly, panting heavily, but she was clearly trying her best to control her desire and refrain from crying out. Tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead; clearly, she had lost all interest in watching TV. As I increased the pace of my rubbing, she could no longer hold on and began to moan loudly.
Her moans were natural and genuine, unlike the rumors circulating about unethical prostitutes who faked their moans to stimulate clients. Undoubtedly, her reaction gave me immense satisfaction. I softly asked her, "Is it comfortable?" Between breaths, she replied, "Very—comfortable…I didn't expect you—to be so good at flirting—um—I haven't felt this comfortable in a long time—um, be gentle—" Hearing this, I stopped and asked, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
She took a deep breath and said, "No, it's just too stimulating, I can't take it…Usually, no one can find my spot, you're amazing…" I smiled sheepishly. She suddenly giggled and asked, "Do you usually foreplay like this before you and your girlfriend do it?" I answered truthfully, "Yes, because she makes me do it." "Then she'll have multiple orgasms?"
she asked, somewhat surprised. "Well... not necessarily," I replied modestly, though the truth was pretty much true. I looked down at her genitals; they were already wet, unlike the dryness at the beginning. The pubic hair on either side of her labia majora was soaked with her vaginal fluid, glistening even in the dim light. It was clear she was aroused.
Honestly, I'm sure any woman who could resist my touch would be abnormal (I should thank my girlfriend for her long-term "training"). After some effort, her moans began to rise and fall. The thought of being heard by people outside made my face flush, but she was clearly unable to control her passion any longer. Her expression shifted between pleasure and pain. Although I didn't have much practical experience with women (except for my girlfriend), I knew this was a sign of extreme pleasure. Her body writhed, mostly responding to my movements, occasionally instinctively avoiding my teasing because she couldn't resist the intense stimulation, but only for a moment.
Finally, she gasped, "No—I can't take it anymore, come on—I—I want to do it so badly—" At this point, I felt the foreplay had been enough, so I helped her up. She took out a condom, gently put it on me, then lay down, spreading her legs. I knelt between her legs, thrusting my hips forward and inserting my hard penis.
Her vagina was already very wet, so even though it was relatively small, my penis easily slid into the depths of her paradise. At the moment of penetration, her body arched upwards, and she let out a soft "ah." I began thrusting in and out of her vagina, and she started panting again. I don't know if vaginal size has anything to do with a woman's body shape, but her vagina was very tight, and thrusting was quite strenuous. My first impression was that having sex with her was completely different from having sex with my girlfriend, and I was quite unaccustomed to it at first, my novice nature suddenly resurfacing.
Afterwards, I also learned a valuable lesson: a man's sexual experience depends primarily on the number of women he's been with. Only by having been with many women can you become a seasoned pro. Conversely, no matter how many times you've had sex with the same woman, no matter how much you enjoy it with her, it doesn't necessarily mean you're skilled or capable sexually. With a different type of woman, you might immediately become inexperienced.
Unfortunately, I proved the latter to be true. Coupled with a week of poor rest, my body was extremely exhausted, completely lacking the vigor and strength I had during our lovemaking. I was also probably a little nervous, so as we went on, my penis became increasingly limp, eventually being forced out of her vagina, leaving me sweating profusely. She noticed my change and discomfort, but instead of showing any displeasure or blame, she gently asked, "Are you too tired? It's okay, don't rush, take it slow." I said gratefully and ashamedly, "I'm really not in the mood today. I'm sorry." She smiled and asked, "Are you afraid of your girlfriend?"
I said embarrassedly that was partly true. She got up and said, "Lie down and rest for a while, let me touch you." So I lay down, and she removed the condom from my limp penis, carefully wiping away the secretions with toilet paper and wet wipes, applying some essential oil, and then sitting beside me, gently stroking my penis. She looked at my face with some affection and said, "You must be exhausted. Look how much you're sweating. Don't worry, it's okay." I awkwardly explained that I'd been too busy with work and lack of sleep lately, so my mental state wasn't good.
She said, "Really, it's okay. You've done a great job. Let me help you. I really want to do it with you." I touched her vulva, and wow, it was completely wet, slippery, and it got all over my hand. While she caressed me, I wasn't idle either. I admired her body and caressed her all over, and finally, my penis was hard as iron again. I said, "Okay, we can do it now." She immediately excitedly found a new condom for me to put on, and couldn't wait to straddle me, saying, "I'll be on top first. You rest for a bit." She squatted down facing me with her legs spread, and guided my penis to her overflowing vagina, "plop," and inserted it.
With her eyes tightly closed and lips slightly parted, she began to move her vagina up and down, panting softly. While enjoying the warmth of her vagina, my hands were also busy, sometimes pinching her breasts and nipples, sometimes reaching down to rub her clitoris at our point of contact. We were both very comfortable and excited, enjoying the most basic primal pleasure as a man and a woman, and the whole room was filled with an intense atmosphere of lust.
After she continued to move on me like this for a while, the exercise and pleasure gradually made her exhausted. She looked at me with pleading eyes and said, "I—I'm tired, how about you—get on top—" I hugged her tightly and sat up, and she sat on my lap, my penis still inside her. She weighed far less than my girlfriend, and my arms, after long-term exercise, were basically half-muscle, so handling her was no problem at all. With a slight effort, I turned her around, and she, probably not expecting me to be so strong, couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah," clearly enjoying it.
Holding her like that, I laid her down on the bed, my penis still inside. I straddled her and began thrusting vigorously, and she moaned continuously. As the rhythm quickened, I increased the force of my thrusts, clearly feeling my penis repeatedly hitting her clitoris.
After several thrusts, I finally let out a low growl and ejaculated a thick stream of semen. Afterwards, we gently cleaned each other's bodily fluids. I wiped the fluid from her genitals, and she carefully dried my penis and glans. Then we rested and chatted naked, embracing each other. She said to me, "I haven't felt this good in so long. You were great, I'm so happy."
I felt a little embarrassed by her praise, "Oh, not at all, I wasn't feeling well today, I'm sorry to have disappointed you." She continued, "I'm so glad I made love with you today. You're handsome and very refined. I really like your gentle and cultured nature. It's rare to meet a customer like you."
I could tell she was being sincere, and a warmth filled my heart. I couldn't help but hug her again and kiss her gently. Looking back, it seemed that our relationship at that moment went beyond a purely physical and financial one.
Some might scoff, thinking that customers and prostitutes are just playing around. But I always felt that while we were making love physically, we were also understanding and respecting each other spiritually. Isn't this double pleasure far superior to mere sexual release? After chatting, we both felt tired. I told her to rest, and I had to go home. Finally, we kissed goodbye, and I felt incredibly relaxed. After parting ways with her, I went downstairs to shower. Suddenly, I remembered she had suggested I penetrate her from behind, saying it felt good. But due to an unexpected erection, I'd forgotten about it, which was a bit of a shame. After
showering, I got dressed and went to the front desk to pay the bill. Seeing the large sum on the bill, the 400 "service fee," marked as "lottery," I couldn't help but chuckle. Looking up at the sign on the wall that clearly stated "No Gambling, Prostitution, or Drugs," I smiled even more.
I lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, crumpled the bill into a ball, threw it in the trash, and turned to leave with a flourish. Stepping outside, April in Guangzhou was a gentle spring breeze, warm and pleasant…
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