The memories of disciplining my girlfriend are absolutely true.

That was a few years ago. Before I met my current wife, I had a girlfriend for three years. Although we only dated for three years, we had known each other for almost ten. She was a very rational woman, typical of an Aquarius. I remember that our journey from acquaintance to friendship to love was also my journey from boy to man, and her journey from girl to woman, because it was our first time, our first love, our first time experiencing one of life's great joys.
She wasn't a very conservative person, but she was definitely not an open-minded one either. I remember that night, when her coat slowly slipped down, revealing her full breasts, I saw them for the first time in real life, and I was excited. Everything followed naturally. We started with daily passion, then weekly passion, and then a gradual calm. Perhaps because we met so early, I understood that it all stemmed from human nature, from the nature of things. Nothing is a permanent peak; there is more tranquility. So, I slowly tried to find new ways to spend beautiful moments with her.
But things didn't go as planned. She was terrified, even objecting to taking a photo to commemorate her youth. I started to get a little annoyed, but then I realized it was normal. So, I intentionally or unintentionally watched pornographic films and visited dating websites in front of her, letting her get acquainted with them. Slowly, her frozen door finally opened. Because we lived apart during our school years, we started trying video calls. The first time I saw that familiar body and that familiar voice on a screen, when everything calmed down again, I asked her how it was, and she replied, "Exciting."
After that, we did this often, and she was fearless. One day, when we met, I suggested we video call a stranger. She hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed. In front of a stranger, the three of us slowly made our way in, tense but unforgettable. After that, it was unstoppable. Seeing that the time was right, I showed her novels about extramarital affairs and promiscuous wives. A certain consciousness slowly seeped into her not-so-fair skin and her not-so-restless heart.
A long time passed like this. One day, she told me that a man at her internship, around 40 years old, had approached her and offered to come to her house to wash her underwear. She asked me what to do. I smiled and replied, "Sure." "So, does he want to...?" I smiled again. "What do you think?" Speechless, she told me a little while later that she had agreed. A rational woman always harbors this kind of sensitivity and curiosity, which was evident in her development and her uniquely sensitive body. As agreed the previous day, I arrived at her house early the next morning. Entering the bedroom, a familiar body was sleeping, and the white toilet paper in the bucket beside her indicated what had happened the night before. I then added my own toilet paper to the bucket. Incredibly satisfying! From then
on, we went our separate ways. I often received text messages from her telling me she had met new people that day, feeling incredibly happy. Due to geographical and social circumstances, we ultimately didn't end up together. The other day, I received a photo of her holding hands with a young man, but in another photo, she was married to someone else. Thinking back, I realized I had indeed explored quite a bit with her. I hope she is happy and sexually fulfilled now.

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