My Sexual History, Part Twelve: True Love (Part 1)

How can I describe her? For many years, I've been reluctant to mention her. Sometimes I try to control myself and not think about her.
I met her on QQ. I was the one who added her. At the time, I just thought her QQ number was special, so I added her on a whim. Unexpectedly, she immediately accepted my request. I went to her QQ space, and wow, she was absolutely gorgeous. But I knew that you can't always trust photos on QQ space. So I wondered where she downloaded those photos from. After chatting for a few minutes, she asked for a video call. When we connected, wow, it really was that beautiful woman. She looked at me for a few seconds and said, "Hmm, not bad, just my type." Then, snap, she logged off. And that was it. For over a year after that, she disappeared without a trace. Then
one night, more than a year later, I suddenly found her online. I immediately told her, "Wow, you've finally appeared! I've been waiting for you for over a year!" But she had long forgotten me and didn't even know who I was. I said, "We've video chatted before. What did you say?" She said, "These words sound like they were mine. Let me see who it is." I opened the video call, and she immediately said, "Oh, I remember, we've talked before." Then she closed it again. But this time she didn't leave; instead, she continued chatting with me. We talked until late at night. I told her how much I missed her. She said she didn't believe me. I said I'd come see her. She said okay.
Later, during a chat, she told me that she had just said it casually. Because we lived in very far cities, she thought I wouldn't come. So the next day at noon, when I called her and told her I was in her city and staying at a certain hotel, she was stunned. She hadn't wanted to meet me, but since I was already there, she felt she had to come see me at least once. So she dressed up nicely at home and came to see me. I was in the room, and my feelings were indescribable—anticipation, excitement, doubt, trepidation, and a little worry. After all, in an unfamiliar city, how could such a beautiful woman be so easy to sleep with? About two hours later, the doorbell rang. I straightened my clothes, opened the door, and... wait, no one was there. Suddenly, half a body popped out from the side, making a face at me. So she had arrived. She had long, flowing hair, looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties, with fair skin. She wore a trendy short jacket, the kind that's fashionable for young people, and thigh-high boots over colorful leggings—beautiful, sexy, bold, and full of energy. When she entered the room, she was poised, reserved, yet friendly. After a few words, when it was time to eat, I suggested we go downstairs for lunch. Walking through this five-star hotel with such a beautiful girl, we were met with envious glances from men and nonchalant expressions from women. In the lobby, the waiters were polite, and being a gentleman, I observed her out of the corner of my eye. She truly seemed like a goddess—generous, neither arrogant nor haughty, and thanked the waiter who helped her with her coat very politely. I thought, she's such a good girl. I'm so lucky to have met her. Even if she did nothing else, just accompanying me for a meal and a chat was a blessing. That's really what I thought at the time.
I asked her to order, and she smiled at me. Without any hesitation, she ordered very carefully. Three or four dishes were exquisitely chosen, neither too simple nor too wasteful or ostentatious. I knew this girl was sophisticated and frequented such occasions. I truly admired her.
The meal was very pleasant. I even forgot what my purpose had been; I just wanted to chat with her, telling funny stories and saying funny things. Finally, she reminded me, "Look, everyone's left." Only then did I stop.
When we got to the room, the first thing I did was wring out a hot towel and wipe her hands. She later told me she thought I was very considerate because she wanted to wipe her hands but was too embarrassed to go directly to the bathroom. The second thing I did was brush my teeth in the bathroom. She later told me that she felt this person was very particular and knew how to be considerate, knowing to be clean before doing anything else. The five-star hotel room had a very clean and comfortable chaise lounge. She sat on it and said to me, "You should rest. I'll sit here and keep you company." I obediently leaned against the bed, closed my eyes, and rested for a while. She sat silently, turned off the TV, and watched it quietly. I opened my eyes, looked at her for a moment, then gently got up, stood beside her, knelt on one knee on the carpet, and gently kissed her.
She just glanced at me and smiled.
Encouraged, I gently cupped her face and kissed her passionately. She responded.
I don't remember exactly how long we kissed that day, but it was very comfortable and full of love.
Slowly, I started to take off her clothes. She only lightly tried to stop me, but wasn't very insistent. When I finally took them off, I almost laughed: she was wearing a bodysuit, fastened tightly, and it would have been impossible to take it off without her cooperation. What was going on? Was she afraid I would rape her? It seemed she was prepared, only intending to chat and not have any other thoughts. But how could I resist at this point? Fresh, beautiful flesh. And such a beautiful, graceful body. We rolled around in bed, both of us drenched in sweat. More than three hours had passed, and it was getting dark, but she still wouldn't let me take off her bodysuit. I could touch her, but she wouldn't let me lick her. When it was time to eat, we went downstairs again, and after dinner, we went back upstairs to our room. We rolled around in bed again, and it was the same thing—she wouldn't take off her last piece of clothing. This went on until 11 pm. She told me she had to go home. I refused, but she said no, her mother was waiting at home. She couldn't stay.
That day, I took a taxi to her home, watched her figure disappear through the doorway, and then wearily told the taxi driver, "Go back to the hotel." I felt utterly dejected.
The next morning, I called her and said, "Come over, I'll have breakfast with you." More than an hour later, she arrived. I was in the breakfast hall, and she walked straight to me and sat down opposite me. Suddenly, I was the happiest man in the entire hall again. Many men were thinking the same thing: "What a lucky guy! He must have had this beautiful woman with him last night." Little did they know, I got nothing in return.
That day, we spent another day like that. But by evening, seeing how uncomfortable I was, she offered to lick me to help me ejaculate. But I'm someone who only feels pleasure from vaginal sex; oral sex felt good, but it didn't help me ejaculate. Finally, she clamped her thighs around me, and I thrust once and ejaculated. But it was clearly unsatisfying.
The third day, I returned to Shanghai. Half a month later, she missed her and texted to ask where she was. She told me she was in Shanghai. I excitedly asked, "Where are you?" She told me a place name, and I realized it was less than a subway stop from my workplace. I quickly told her where I was and that I needed to see her right away. She immediately agreed.
I booked an apartment hotel. We arrived at the hotel almost simultaneously. Her attire today was completely different from last time; she was absolutely elegant. A sleeveless top and cream-colored trousers showed off her long, full legs. She sat on the sofa in the lobby, her elegant figure captivating. I excitedly booked a room, went inside, and immediately pressed her against the door, kissing her lips. For half a month, I'd thought about her almost every day. Finally, I could hold her waist and caress her round buttocks; I was once again the happiest man in the world.
I excitedly undressed her. She didn't object. Naked, I kissed her body from top to bottom; she didn't object. I kissed her vulva, she moaned, but didn't object.
That night was the happiest night of my life; we were naked, entwined in passion. All night long, all night long, not a single minute stopped. During those two days and two nights in her city, I hadn't tasted her vagina; that repression was made up for in this night of frenzied thrusting.
I left the next afternoon. I learned that she and her mother also owned a house in Shanghai, and she spent half her time living here with her mother. Another important piece of information: she wasn't in her twenties as I'd imagined, but in her forties. This news truly shocked me.
I planned to have a long-term relationship with her. In other words, I planned to make her my mistress. I truly loved her. The next day, I asked a friend who worked in the police force. I told him a relative had found a girlfriend from out of town, but I didn't know her details, like her name, and asked him to help me find out. He searched in the Shanghai area and found over seventy people with that name. I limited it to an age, and there were still over ten more, but none of them were her. Then I suddenly remembered that I had met her in another city last time. Was it that city? He searched in that city too. He found her. The moment I saw her picture, I recognized her. She hadn't lied to me. Her real name, real age, real information. I didn't know if she was married. I asked my friend to ask. My friend checked with the local police station and confirmed that she really did live with her mother.
I booked a luxury apartment not far from my home, and she moved in with her own clothes.
Every day after work, I would come home, take off my clothes, and have passionate sex. Then we would go out to eat. During that period, we ate at all the famous restaurants in Shanghai. I wasn't doing it for the food, I was doing it to show off my girlfriend. We made love every night until late at night, around 1 or 2 AM. Then we'd wake up the next morning and have sex again. Then I'd go to work. Every day was like this. In less than a week, I lost six pounds.
This was the happiest period of my life sexually. One night, after making love, I was really tired. I rested my head on her lap, my mouth on her labia, and actually fell asleep. I don't know how long it was before, but I found her holding me, crying. She said: "No man has ever fallen asleep with his head on her lap before." She felt incredibly happy.
She changed into all sorts of sexy lingerie every day, all kinds of things I'd seen online. Some were still unopened. She said she wore them especially for me. Then we recorded videos of our passionate lovemaking, and we'd watch them together. She said I was born for lovemaking, how could I be so good at it? Sometimes, she'd lie on top of me, thrusting and grinding continuously, making me ejaculate again and again, leaving her drenched in sweat. I knew she was just trying to make me feel good.
I bought her an iPhone and an IPAI. I accompanied her to designer stores to buy clothes. Once, after buying two dresses, we went into a Japanese store, tried on a dress, and it was really beautiful. But when she saw the price, it was over ten thousand yuan. I said, "Let's buy it," but she hesitated and said no, and left. I whispered to the sales assistant, "Pack it up, get the receipt." Then I followed her to the next store, excused myself to use the restroom, got the receipt, paid, and put it in my bag. I only showed it to her when we got home. She was very touched and told me that I was the best man for her.
She stayed at that hotel for twenty-one days. My sexual prowess was amazingly enhanced. More than three times a day, each time lasting more than half an hour. The nightly sessions were basically two or three hours non-stop. It was a five-star hotel-style apartment. Most of the guests were foreigners. There were weekly banquets. The women all wore formal dresses and held open-air parties on a wooden platform by the water. I took her with me, and she wore the extremely beautiful dress we bought together; her back was absolutely gorgeous. Her skirt had a very high slit, vaguely revealing her shapely thighs. It was incredibly alluring. Almost every man's gaze was drawn to it. After each such party, I would become extremely excited, and I would always ejaculate completely before stopping.

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