A Past Journey—The Transformation of Sex and Love—Lewd Vagina 7

In the years that followed, I had affairs with a tailor a few times, on and off. Just before she left our city, I saw her once. She cried in front of me, cried very sadly. She made me a small pillow and a small blanket, and told me to take care of my body. Her words were simple, but every word pierced my heart. I still don't know her name. I gave her a jade pendant I always wore. That day, I didn't penetrate her. She knelt on the ground and performed oral sex on me, but I didn't ejaculate. As I left with the things she gave me, she hugged me from behind and cried again.
Why do I mention her? Because she was also one of the women I exposed myself to during that short period of my rampant exhibitionism. Now, thinking back, she's the only woman I've ever slept with and regretted—a pure and simple woman. I sincerely pray that she's doing well and that my actions haven't changed her original happiness. After sex, things tend to become mundane, but there's a longing mixed with special emotions, a feeling of wanting to see someone and having special secretions. When I'm being teased, I like women with lots of pubic hair; when I'm licking a woman's genitals, I like women with a strong scent. That was me when I was young, someone with heavy tastes and a slightly perverted mentality.

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