While traveling in Thailand, I slept with half the women in my tour group. (11)

Life went on as usual, without much excitement. After a while, I started actively seeking that long-lost thrill. I saw them discussing travel to Zhangjiajie, Hunan in a group chat. One girl mentioned she wanted to go, but her boyfriend didn't have time to go with her. I didn't recognize her at first, but after asking around, I learned she'd gone to Thailand with her grandparents, and that's when I remembered her. I added her on social media and told her I also wanted to go to Zhangjiajie. She knew who I was and said it wasn't convenient; girls are always wary. A little while later, she posted a picture of a plane ticket in the group, and I immediately booked the same flight. That way, we could bump into each other at the airport, haha.
The next day at the airport, I quickly found her, but didn't greet her—that would be too obvious. I only said hello briefly while looking for my seat on the plane; she was surprised, which we all understand. After landing, I didn't approach her again. I walked out alone and happened to meet some foreigners asking for directions. Since they couldn't speak the language and no one was helping them, I went over to them, offering directions and explanations. Afterwards, I noticed she was watching me. We naturally walked together, and she asked, "I didn't expect your English to be so good." I replied, "Not bad, I'm good at it."
Actually, Zhangjiajie is quite small. We arrived at the hotel around 11 pm and checked into our respective rooms. I offered to treat her to dinner, and she agreed. On the way, I asked about her situation; I got the impression she was wealthy, perhaps raising Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs at home. She was also looking for some peace and quiet this time. I drank some alcohol, but she didn't. On the way back, I bought some fruit, washed it in her room, and brought some to her. She waited a while before opening the door; she was taking a shower. We chatted for a bit, and I excused myself to use the restroom. In the bathroom, I saw her girlfriends' lingerie piled together—lace. It seems she's still quite passionate. It's okay to flirt a little; success isn't important. The key is the experience. These past few years, I've navigated the complexities of society, but I've managed to avoid prostitution, only seeking stimulation at the right time. I tend to enjoy the process more than the final few seconds.
As we chatted, I gradually moved the conversation deeper, eventually touching on women's bra sizes. I directly said, "I saw your bra. Your breasts don't seem that big. Are they fake?" We were having a good time chatting. She said, "How could that be?" and then pulled her clothes tighter to accentuate her breasts, saying, "Can you see them? Aren't they quite big? You men are disgusting, always making suggestive remarks."
I asked her, "Wow, good reaction. Looks like you've been subjected to a lot of suggestive talk?" She said, "Of course." I said I'm a bit of a weirdo; I prefer everything to be moderate, my breasts can't be too big or too small. She joked, "Isn't size just about touching? What's the big difference?" I said, "It's different. If the breasts are too big, my hands can't cover them; it just doesn't feel right. Besides, the right size breasts bring different pleasure to men and women." She asked me how they were different, and I said, "That's something you can only understand, not explain. If you want to try it, where do you need to describe it?"
She said, "Then what should I do? I want to know; I'm very curious." I said, "How about this, I'll sit next to you and describe it to you, but you have to hold back. I'm not a casual man, so don't get the wrong idea." She said, "Okay, but not inappropriately, we're not close."
I sat down and told her about the techniques for touching her. Sometimes, when I noticed her eyes were on my hands, I would use my hands to gently touch her breasts through her clothes. Although she dodged many times, I still succeeded a few times. Seeing that she seemed to be in a good mood and didn't seem too averse, I moved on to telling her to use her tongue to tease her nipples and areolas. I told her to feel it a little, and I noticed that her nipples were slightly erect. So I pressed her down, held her hands down, and licked her nipples with my tongue, all through her clothes. She kept saying, "Let go, no." But at this point, I didn't care. When she had completely closed her eyes and was enjoying it, I lifted her nightgown and truly licked her nipples with my tongue. She didn't resist much anymore. I grabbed her hand and made her touch my penis repeatedly. At first, she resisted, but after a few tries, she started touching it too. During this time, I took off her clothes, and I took mine off too—a very traditional position. However, I focused on her breasts, French kissing her, my glans constantly touching her genitals. I could clearly feel her getting wetter. Without asking her opinion, I entered her.
The moment I entered, she let out a long, familiar sigh of relief; perhaps my penis really is quite large. Many women react the same way; maybe my flirting methods are working. After entering, I thrust repeatedly. I asked her, "Can I be your master from now on?" She said, "Yes, then call me master."
"Master, master," she kept calling me, interspersed with brief moans. I said, "Master wants to conquer you in the future, do you want to?" She said yes, she liked it so much.
I asked again, "Master wants you to suck my juices later, are you willing?" "I'm willing." Looks like she's a little slut. Actually, I didn't ask her to give me a blowjob that time, and I don't know if she really meant it or if she just couldn't help herself. "
Can you come up and fuck me instead?" Note that you shouldn't say things like "fuck her" or "go to fuck her" the first time without her consent. Her fucking me was a good way to guide her. I lay down, and she sat down, placing her hands on my shoulders, not moving much. I had her place her hands on my thighs, leaning back, which would effectively stimulate her vagina and make it easier for her to orgasm. She tried it, and sure enough, she orgasmed within minutes. Some women, like men, get tired after orgasm and don't want to continue. She lay on top of me. I wanted to continue, but I thought we'd just arrived, and there was still a long way to go, so there was no rush. Holding her, I slowly softened, and I pulled out. Since I hadn't ejaculated, and I wasn't worried about anything else, I fell asleep.
In short, the days that followed were very enjoyable. We would hike during the day, get massages when we were tired, and then go back to the hotel for a wild time, trying out different positions and different pleasures. So much so that when we went to Suzhou, she would arrange for her boyfriend to come and visit me so we could experience the thrill of this affair again. Later, she told me she was engaged, and I stopped contacting her. Now I've even blocked her on WeChat Moments.

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