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December 10, 2002 That is exactly one year ago, Xiao Yan really flew away to France to marry that old man who was about ten years older than her. I was in a bad mood that day. But I couldn’t stop it from happening because, she was just a lover to me, the best lover.
Though I never said I loved her, really, when she left, I realized that seven years in a relationship, if I couldn’t say I loved her, I was close to the edge of love.
On the penultimate day before she left, as usual, I called her at noon to make sure she was available and then went to a nearby hotel to get a room.
Xiao Yan soon arrived at the hotel. At that time, I was bored playing games on my cell phone, and I didn’t follow my previous routine of taking a shower first. I didn’t lock the door to my room, so when Yan lightly walked up to me, it really startled me.
She wore a red sweater and a yellow jacket. Long hair, a little baked. A woman of thirty, but still so beautiful. Holding out her ample breasts, her figure was not tall, but it was heartwarming.
”You scared me.” I said while laughing and putting my phone away.
”I’m sorry then.” Yan smiled and snuggled into my arms.
”Is the airfare paperwork all done?” I whispered in her ear as I gently sniffed the scent of her hair.
”Uh-huh. Yes.” Xiao Yan fluttered her big beautiful eyes and softly said to me.
A twinge of pain welled up in my heart. Although Yan had never told me the real purpose of her trip to France, I knew that she was going to get married. Although she repeatedly told me that she was only going to see her uncle and had only gotten a one-month family visit visa, I knew that she was going to get married.
More than two months ago, Yan asked me to translate English for her, saying it was for a visa. But I accidentally found a letter that told me everything.
I asked her out three times in a little over a month. That’s considerably more often than our usual dates. I knew she was leaving but never told her, in fact, I knew she was getting married.
”Yan, come here.” I pulled Yan and went to the edge of the couch. I sat on the couch, and Yan obediently sat on my lap.
”Get down on your knees between my legs.” I ordered her. I’d never ordered her to do anything before, though she’d always done a good job.
”What’s wrong?” Yan was a bit surprised, but obediently did as I said.
I didn’t say anything, just unzipped my pants and took out my penis. It was already erect and standing tall.
Yan knelt in front of me and kissed it very hard, taking it in her mouth and bobbing her head. Cloaked hair, gently brushed my belly, a little tickling, but very moving.
Bright red lipstick that made a bloody trail across his dick, but then quickly blurred by the saliva soaked slip.
I know it’s the last time. The heart aches so much. Although it is my nature to pity her, I no longer want to pity her for anything now. My heart is so lost thinking about her future husband.
I told her to let go of her grip on the root of my cock and told her, “I want you to swallow it all.”
Yan was a little surprised and said, “I’ve never tried it before.”
Of course I knew she’d never tried it before, but it was her first time and probably my last with her.
I pressed her head harder and she struggled to press my cock deeper into her throat. The first stroke was a little terse and choked, the second was perfectly fine.
I don’t know if the top of my glans had crossed the opening of her throat up to her esophagus. But yes, my cock was completely in her mouth. The tip of the glans was completely encased, so soft and warm. This is probably the art of deep-throating, I thought.
The walls of flesh wrapped around the tip of my cock began to squirm, rubbing against my glans with extreme comfort. I thrust back and forth, in short strokes, carefully, but firmly.
I was surprised that Xiao Yan she didn’t throw up. I know that this way, men are comfortable, but women are decidedly uncomfortable. But I couldn’t care about that, I just wanted to go deeper, deeper, because tomorrow she was going to marry someone else.
It was just a few dozen seconds, but I stabbed deep into her throat, and I really felt it, here at the mouth of the throat, and there, presumably, in the esophagus, and the sensation, that intense, gentle squirming, the thrill of being wrapped in alien oral flesh, was just a way of remembering her fondly, because tomorrow she was going to be married to someone else.
Knowing she couldn’t hold out any longer, I let go of her. Yan rushed to the bathroom, where she threw up. When she returned to me, her eyes were full of tears. Once again, she knelt in front of me and gently leaned against my leg.
I pulled Yan up and hugged her tightly, knowing that after seven years, it was finally time for us to break up. My heart, so painful. The past years flashed before my eyes.
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There may be a lot of bros who can accept incest, polyamory, etc. in colorful texts, but are quite vocal about stories of real extramarital lovers.
Four or five years ago, I met a college friend on the train, talking about women, and his opinion was that he’d rather pay for a windbag than a lover, because finding a lover takes time, effort, and more money.
I, on the other hand, am at absolute odds with him. I never sought out a young woman, but kept in touch with a lover outside of marriage. With the lover, although never saying love, but with the passage of time, the feelings have gradually deepened.
An affectionate, refreshing and flavorful woman as a lover is really good and complements the marital home. For a lover, I don’t ask her to be the only one for me, but only ask her to love herself, because that will make people respect her. With Xiaoyan, I was her second man for seven years, and while I wasn’t her only one for seven years, I was her last man before she married. Please don’t bash me. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊
It was the summer of 1995.
”I’m a military wife, are you afraid?” Xiao Yan said to me with a smile.
Although I’ve been threatened a lot, and was disciplined for fighting in school, this sentence of Xiao Yan’s was the one that made me feel the most palpitating, so scared that even though this was eight years ago, I still didn’t dare to describe in detail the scene of the first time I kissed my honey. Although at that time it was just kissing her.
”That’s not right, I’m not even married, how can you be?” After a long while, I reacted, suppressing my panic and asking her suspiciously.
”Oh, my boyfriend’s in the army.”
I have absolute reverence for the military. It was only a kiss, but I blamed myself deeply for the crime I had committed. After dutifully sending her home, I never thought of her again, so we were just good friends plus coworkers.
In the spring of ’96, I got married. Xiaoyan came along, and I remember she drank a lot. Later the friend who gave her away told me that she cried in the car. At that time, I just felt something strange in my heart, because my relationship with her, was not that deep, it might just be that she thought of something sad herself. The answer wouldn’t be known until the first time she and I did it.
But this matter, but in the unit caused some rumors. But Xiaoyan and I have a clear conscience, and therefore did not care, the same friendly exchanges, but seems to be in the heart, more a concern, more a close.
It was the summer of ’96, a year after I kissed Xiao Yan for the first time. Xiao Yan didn’t come to work for a week. I was surprised and called her at home. She asked me to go to a bar.
”I broke up with him.” That was the first thing Xiaoyan said to me.
Xiao Yan hasn’t changed much, she’s still pretty and doesn’t look so sad, but her mood is clearly not high.
If she looked sad, I think I would have gone to hug her. But she was so calm, all I could do was sit back and listen to her tell her story.
Xiao Yan’s boyfriend’s parents were officials of the Public Security Bureau and knew her parents. When Xiao Yan was still in college, her brother committed a crime, so her parents went to them to ask for help. Of course, the matter was resolved, but Xiao Yan also became the man’s girlfriend. Her boyfriend wasn’t handsome and didn’t go to college. But because of his good background, he soon became an officer in the armed forces.
Xiao Yan’s first time was given to him, but he never cherished Xiao Yan. The breakup is because he has a new girlfriend. Although Xiao Yan has always known her boyfriend’s temper, she has always put up with it until now when she broke up. She spoke for about half an hour, and the more she spoke, the sadder she became, and tears flowed out of her eyes. I felt sorry for her, but knew there was nothing I could do to help her.
She drank a lot that night. I only drank a little because I was going home for the night.
By the time I walked her to her door, Yan was already calm. To me, she said, “I’ll be working tomorrow. Thank you for staying with me.”
I wanted to hug her, but was afraid that the action would give the impression that I was taking advantage of the situation a bit, so I restrained myself. Yan smiled at me, waved her hand, and turned to disappear into the dark aisle. It wasn’t until her room was lit up that I left. A sudden burst of relief in my heart, tomorrow, what will it be like? Ugh, horny men.
Three months later, it had turned cold. There was a problem with an engineering project in Nanjing, and I had to go there myself. Before I left, I met Yan, Yan said to me, “What a coincidence, I’m going to Nanjing the day after tomorrow, can you wait for me, we go together?”
Our company was huge and Yan and I were not in the same department, so no one knew we were going together. I found an excuse to procrastinate for a day and quietly boarded the train to Nanjing with Yan.
She and I were the only ones in the car who knew each other, so it felt like a lot of fun. I stared at her from time to time, and the most I said was just, “Yan, you’re so pretty.”
We went to Nanjing together, but to different places. Boldly, I asked her to meet me in the evening. Yan happily agreed. Because the place was unfamiliar, we still met at the train station and agreed not to bring a colleague and to keep it a secret.
It was a happy night, we went to Xinjiekou hand in hand, and went to Nanjing University to play until almost ten o’clock, when I said to Yanzi, “Don’t go back, right? Stay with me tonight.”
Yan shyly nodded in agreement. The rest was simple, I went alone and got a room, then took Yan to the hotel whose name I’ve forgotten.
There was nothing extra to say. When we entered the room, I hugged her tightly and she hugged me tightly.
I explored Yan’s lips, and Yan raised her head, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth slightly as I kissed her deeply.
I sucked on her tongue furiously and she moaned softly as it hurt a little.
I pressed her against the wall and ran my hands over her breasts, she didn’t resist, just kissed me hard and breathed heavily.
I removed her tunic, pulled up her sweater, and easily unhooked her bra. Her firm, full breasts popped out and leapt before my eyes. Delicate white skin, pink nipples had become gelatinous and hard.
I lowered my head and took in one of her breasts. I tried hard to take all of her breast into my mouth, even though I knew it was impossible. I flicked my tongue around her nipple that was swelling my mouth, tracing circles around it, feeling it grow larger.
I rubbed and twisted her other breast with my other one, and Yan was there holding my head, wailing and humming, a sea of lust that engulfed us.
Laying Yan down on the bed, quickly I stripped off our clothes and got under the covers. Passion doesn’t need foreplay. Young as I was, my penis was already hard. I knew the long night was long and I had plenty of opportunities.
Spreading her legs, I aimed at her peach orchard fairy hole and plunged in.
The bedside lamp was left on, shining on Yan’s pink face, her long eyelashes were together, I couldn’t see the thoughts under her eyes.
I crouched over her and let my dick thrust back and forth in her pussy. I hadn’t even gotten a good look at her life source, it just felt pretty hairy there and tickled sadly as it rubbed against my crotch.
Yan had a lot of water, it went all the way to the sheets, and Yan was also very excited and panting heavily. Yan was a bit restrained, just parting her legs and feeling me move back and forth inside her body without much extra cooperation.
I never really believed that a passionate man could last very long the first time he faced his lover. Every time I’ve been with Yan since then, it’s always taken a lot of restraint for me to control not to give up too early the first time.
Soon I felt an orgasm coming on. Instead of trying to control it, I sped up my movements. I knew I should have taken care of Yan’s mood and let her have her orgasm. But I knew there was still a full night ahead of me and I had plenty of opportunities.
(It was not until today that I suddenly realized that this night was the only full night that Yan and I had, and from now on, it would only be half a day.) It made me suddenly feel a wave of inexplicable sadness at this time.)
As if suddenly realizing something, Yan took me into her arms and held me tightly, circling my back with her legs. We kissed hard together, and I accelerated the depth and intensity of my movements.
Fearing that she was pregnant, I forcefully broke away from her embrace and shot my semen on her stomach. Yan looked at me and said something that will stay with me until the end of my days, “It’s so hot.”
In the shower, there was no more shyness. We rubbed each other’s body lotion like we had been married for years. I kissed her breasts from time to time, and crouched down to kiss her clit.
Her pussy lips were quite fat, with tender pink flesh inside and a small vaginal opening. Hot water washed down her body and drenched my face. I kissed her with my eyes closed and took her clit in my mouth. Yan wasn’t too used to it and quickly had to pull me up.
I wanted Yan to kiss my bottom, but Yan refused, saying she wasn’t used to it. I didn’t force it. But I wasn’t a bit upset either. I realized that Yan hadn’t had much experience yet, and there were still many aspects that needed to be developed.
When I returned to the bed again, Yan was lying naked in my arms. Smooth skin, rounded shoulders, pleasing colors shone in the light. Soft breasts pressed against my chest, long hair cascading onto my shoulders, I felt happy and lucky.
”Yan, I heard you cried when I got married?” I finally asked this question that I’ve been wondering for a long time.
”Yes. But don’t you stink, it wasn’t for you.” Yan said as she wrinkled her nose at me.
There was a faint pang of disappointment in my heart, but I didn’t say anything. After all, men, you can’t ask for too much.
”Then why?”
”You got married so early.” Yan said something unrelated in a quiet way, but it made me sigh in my heart. Yeah, I got married at twenty-seven when many of my friends didn’t even have a date.
”Yeah, got cornered by my wife, and besides, don’t want to drag her around anymore.”
Yan suddenly ambled up and said to me very seriously, “I really like you, do you believe me?”
I didn’t say anything, just hugged her tightly once more. Women are emotional creatures. And very often, feelings don’t need reasons. Girls in the seventies, romance novels read a lot, influenced by the big, often like a person do not want to reason. I am more handsome, in the unit very early to achieve the middle level, like me a few girls, so for her words, is really believe.
I can’t help but think that if she hadn’t told me she was a military wife, and if I had been her first man, would I have left my girlfriend and taken up with Yanzi. Come to think of it, the answer is no. Although my wife is not as beautiful as Yan, I have more responsibility for my wife. This kind of responsibility is put on any woman, I will not easily say give up just give up.
The idea of marrying Yanzi as his wife in the back of many years have appeared from time to time, but are just a momentary impulse. Especially when Yan slowly show that kind of on the bed like fire flavor, I will always compare her with my somewhat conservative wife, from time to time there will be infinite sigh, only hope for the next life.
”I cried when you got married because I remembered how much my boyfriend hurt me and thought your wife was so happy. But it was pretty sad, if only the bride was me.” Swallow said suddenly in my arms.
Yan’s words suddenly reminded me of my wife, and a pang of guilt and a hint of nervousness came over me that there was something wrong with women’s thinking. So I said, “Don’t say that, if my wife knew I was like this now, would she still be happy?”
”You, the unit says you’re a good husband, you’re good to your wife. Just don’t let her know.”
What Xiaoyan said was true. I’m a family man. But I need passion in a dull life. I treat my lady well, but is my lady happy? I ask myself that question now and then, when after a hurtful experience with my lady. But back then, I felt that things could always be hidden if I was careful.
”Yan, be my lover. I don’t want you to love me, and I won’t say I love you, but I want us to be happy together, and I want to be able to give you some happiness. We’ll be good, good friends, and we’ll have feelings, deep, deep feelings, okay?”
I don’t know if this is self-deception, but I really asked her so. And Yan didn’t say anything, just hugged me tightly. From this moment on, Yan was destined to marry and eventually leave me, but I didn’t realize that it was already six years later when she married.
After just a moment’s rest, I felt like I could again. I flattened Yan’s body and prepared to serve her. I gently kissed her neck, blowing hot air around her ears, then slowly worked my way up to her breasts.
Bright, rich and youthful breasts, emitting a hint of post-bath fragrance, I kissed deeply, taking the nipple, gently nibbling it with my teeth while nudging and licking it with my tongue. Yan couldn’t help but moan.
I spread her legs and was going to kiss her between them. Yan pulled me and said to me, “Don’t, it’s dirty.”
”It’s okay, Yan, close your eyes, I want you to be happy. You will be happy.”
I buried my face between her legs despite her objections. There wasn’t a hint of an odor, just the scent of some body wash.
Parting her outer labia with my tongue, I worked my tongue against the opening of her vagina. A sliver of egg-white like goo oozed out of that hole and I rolled it into my mouth.
As I licked and fingered her clit, the fluid grew and I became frantic. Using my tongue to try to get inside her pussy, sucking on her clit with my mouth, tensing her pussy with my fingers to reveal her clit, reaching up with one hand to grab her breast, or, covering her between her legs with my whole mouth, taking a breath and rubbing my tongue around.
Yan hummed emotionally, but covered her face with her hands. I pulled her hand away and asked her to look at me. Yan refused, so I forced her to do so, making her open her eyes and look at me.
Yan still didn’t open her eyes, but her legs suddenly clamped down on my head and she couldn’t help but grunt loudly. I knew her orgasm was approaching and licked her harder.
”No, no.” Yan grabbed me hard, her body twisting sadly, desperately moving her lower body away and pulling me up.
”What’s wrong?” I asked her.
”It’s too exciting for comfort.” Yan said as if she was kind of about to cry. I thought that oral sex was exciting, and when I wasn’t used to it, I was probably a little sad and didn’t insist on it anymore.
Due to the distraction earlier, my dick wasn’t erect. I said to Yan, “Yan, kiss me.”
Yan obediently raised her body and was coming to kiss me on the mouth. I laughed gustily in my heart, thinking she was stupid.
”Kiss me down there, will you?”
Yan realized this, and with some hesitation, he nodded.
Women need to be touched, that’s my philosophy.
I sat on Yan’s face and put my cock in her mouth. Yan’s head was between my legs, sucking on my cock. The teeth were kind of pinning my dick and making me uncomfortable. I asked her to nuzzle up some and not hurt me with her teeth, Yan closed her eyes and did as she was told.
The cock was swelling rapidly in her mouth and she tried to lick me there even though she couldn’t use her tongue yet. I held onto the edge of the bed and sent it back and forth in and out of her mouth. Trying to go deeper, Yan wouldn’t protect herself and almost choked.
Snow-white face, black penis, red lips, Yan’s oral sex brought me endless pleasure. With the pumping of my penis, the crystallized saliva glistened my parting, and my heart was satisfied.
When I entered her again, I felt a wetness there. Deep and shallow pumping, let us very enjoy. She had a lot of water, and when she hit it, it sometimes brought out a moistening sound. Xiaoyan said if it was hard to hear, but I said it was very nice.
Yan’s orgasm came quickly. She kept saying comfortable, comfortable, and started clamping my waist with her legs. I used my whole body to stroke, feeling her vagina contracting at a rhythmic rate, tightening all the time and pinching my penis a bit painfully, as if it was trying to squeeze the mass of flesh out of her body.
But it was obvious that Yan wasn’t quite able to enjoy her orgasm yet, because she wasn’t going crazy. After a while it was just enjoying my pumping again, but no more contractions.
Yan wasn’t too used to it, but agreed to my request and switched positions as I entered her pussy from behind.
She had a nice anus, really like a daisy, pink in color. I didn’t know about anal sex back then, and anal sex with Yen was a long way back. At the time it was a visual treat to watch the flower-like woman beneath me while my dick went in and out of her so clearly.
Slowly Yan became a little dry. I asked her if she had ever had an orgasm. She said she had.
Most women are probably like that in the beginning. Those women who come up and are very good at experiencing orgasms, not many of them in real life.
”I’m cumming then.” I said.
”Uh-huh.” Yan nodded.
”I want to cum in your mouth, okay?” I kind of pleaded with her.
”I never have, next time okay? I’m not used to it.” Yan said softly.
Probably because she had already had the experience of oral sex earlier, Yan was not adamant although she did not agree.
”I want it, please.” I said, and then I didn’t care, I focused and started moving hard until a surge of electricity washed over my head and I pulled out of my parting and moved my body to her face.
Yan obediently opened her mouth and took my cock, I cried out as the hot liquid entered her mouth in a burst, Yan did not look uncomfortable, her eyes were closed and she took it in until it slowly softened before going to the restroom.
”Don’t think I’m bad.” Hugging Yan, I said to Yan.
”No, you’re not bad, you’re a good man.” Yan smiled, without a hint of reproach for my actions just now. From her eyes, I suddenly realized that Yan was a really special thing, the very best among women, only, it was just germinating now. I regretted how I didn’t meet her first.
”Yan, am I really your second man?” I asked her.
”Yes, gosh, you don’t think I’m a very casual woman.” Yan was suddenly a little disgruntled.
I am in a state of mind. The women of the early seventies were still a very pure generation of women, and will these fine qualities still be there in China in the future?
Out of a man’s selfishness, I had always hoped that I would be Yan’s second and last man. But a lover, a lover, a lover can’t fill up the entirety of a young, lonely woman’s life, so I’m also sure I won’t be her last.
Although I had already prepared myself mentally, knowing that Yan would have a new boyfriend, I really didn’t expect that the man who appeared by Yan’s side after a year would actually be him, the one I never expected.
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I thought that reflecting on my past sins would enable me to reach the Buddhist realm where suffering and happiness come and go as they please, and where the mind does not increase or decrease. However, the pursuit of this realm has also resulted in an extreme depression in my attitude towards life over the past two years, closing myself off and staying away from friends.
Thankfully, I am now surrounded by another woman. Although she doesn’t love me, she has gradually made me get rid of my past and stirred up a desire to live a happy life. Therefore, after writing this one, which is a kind of a closure to the previous one, I’ve stopped, stopped being bitter, and lived a good life.
May the coastline be heavy with love and color and get better and better ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊
When a woman is new to the world and has her first deal with a man, the second and third time will be easier. While she can keep a piece of purity for herself inside, she may have low self-esteem and contempt for the flesh.
When a woman, for the first time, is someone else’s lover, will she be someone else’s lover again for the second time? The answer, I think, is yes.
During the period from late ’96 to ’97, Yan was very happy to be with me, and two or three times a month, we would go to a room in the afternoon and experience the joy of passion. In the unit, we were very close, often having lunch and chatting together, but always keeping a sense of proportion and just showing our friendly relationship.
The world is going downhill, as a big company, from the vice president and the office director, to the boss and the secretary, all kinds of rumors are constantly emerging. But for me and Xiaoyan rumors, but rarely heard, after all, we are just small people, and not worth caring about. Besides, we are young and compatible, unlike those who have the power and money, but the story of the old and young to attract people. Of course, the main thing, or I have been very careful, and not flaunt, never private with Xiaoyan to go to public occasions, there is no handle to catch.
It’s no longer news that Yan and her boyfriend broke up. I think her status as a former military wife must have scared not only me, but also many other men. Because gradually some young men showed their love for her, and every time Yan and I were together, she would always tell me some of these things in a funny way.
I don’t really care about these things. I knew she should have picked a better man. At the time, I thought that if she found the one she loved, I would wish her well with all my heart, but ignored the impact I had on her life, which was, she was a lover to a married man.
In May, the PR section called me urgently and asked me to go to Shanghai to attend a product showcase. Because it was a short notice, I didn’t know Yan was going, so I put it off. As a result, Yan met him, the company’s head in Shanghai, Manager Lin.
At that time, Lin manager, married with children, thirty-seven or eighty-eight years old, ten years older than me, in the position and my level, appearance, it can be said that some ugly. But do sales people, a mouth is very sharp, and thick-skinned, dare to say and do. It is rumored that his early years of doing stock has had nearly a million dollars of family property, in the company is famous on the mouth is very colorful characters, but yet in the company from not really gossip, because we know that his appearance is not good, just as he and those little girls are talking about playing.
When Yan came back from Shanghai, she mentioned Lin to me. Said he was courting her. I laughed at the time and didn’t take it to heart. After all, there were many people who liked Yan, who would care about such an old man?
After a month, Yan transferred from the office to the sales of logistics. Sales logistics is a fat job, the work is easy, but the salary is much higher than the office, many girls want to transfer can not be transferred. Yan told me that this is Lin’s credit.
Then, all of a sudden the company spread the news that Lin was furiously chasing Yan. This was a big news story that year, because anyone who thought that it was an impossible task was curious about it. Among those who held this view, of course, included me.
I have been very restrained in my feelings towards Yan. I don’t want to say I love her, and I don’t want her to fall in love with me, which is selfish of me. So while close in front of outsiders, I keep a certain distance. And when it comes to sex, the average date is about two or three times a month.
Gradually Yan would always bring up the bitterness of her relationship and the loneliness of her life after making love to me. I was helpless, but there was no way to change all that. I was ready to accept the fact that she was going to find a new boyfriend, but still didn’t believe that she would be good with Lin, even though the rumors about them were getting more and more prevalent by then.
Men’s passion is really terrible. Those lads who secretly pursued Yan disappeared without a trace in front of Manager Lin’s crazy attack on Yan. This might also be one of Yan’s helplessness.
Manager Lin suddenly showed unprecedented closeness to me, which I did not expect. He worked hard to sell my department’s products and invited me to dinner again. The sales section had the benefit of often being able to purchase gifts to give to customers, and these gifts, without exception, would always have a share of me. Although I refused many times, when I finally took one, I got used to it. If I were a woman, I think that would be the beginning of the fall.
Instead of putting in any good words for him, I remind Yan from time to time. But I don’t want to get strung up in this trip into the muddy water and turn this into a triangle of peachy news. And that’s probably why Manager Lin is close to me, he’s served his purpose.
I just quietly watched the events unfold and let a girl who was already doubly tormented by the feelings of her boyfriend, her lover, face her life choices independently. Am I a sinner? I don’t know.
Fall is here and it’s been over two years since my first kiss with Lin. I haven’t dated Yan for a month.
Suddenly I heard that Manager Lin’s wife had arrived at the company and made a big fuss, and I realized that something had really happened. I asked Yan to meet me at the hotel.
The first thing Yan said when he saw me was, “I’m sorry.”
”Did you really become his lover?” I asked her with a bit of anger and a cold face.
”Are you upset?” Yan asked me carefully.
Haha, can I be happy? This day I did know would come. But when it did come, I couldn’t stand it in my heart. What I can’t stand even more is that I thought she would choose a good man to marry, but I didn’t expect that she would once again be another man’s lover. I knew that it was over between her and me.
Yan cried and hugged me. A woman’s tears are weapons. I could only hold her gently. She told me about Lin’s pursuit of her, about how he shed tears, waited until dawn in front of her house, was going to kill himself, how he bought things to give to her, and said that she knew that Lin was good to me too. I was like, I really am an asshole. But there was no use regretting it, it was already true.
I didn’t ask if Yan and Lin had sex, because those were no longer important. Holding her body, I didn’t feel dirty, but rather a little heartbroken.
Yan told me that Lin wanted a divorce to marry her, so her wife refused and came to the flat to argue. She knew it was impossible for her and me, so she would marry him if he got divorced.
That was the only time I ever, got a room with Yan but didn’t have sex. From the bottom of my heart, I still respected Lin. After all, he had guts and courage. Since he loved Yan so much and Yan was really touched by him, I didn’t want to be the third party between them. Finally hugging Yan, Yan and I left the hotel.
Ever heard the story about the toad eating the swan? Actually, it’s true. Because the toad has courage and passion. Women are easily moved, and a woman who is moved can do anything.
When the storm passed, people in the company lost interest in the matter. I heard that Lin’s manager’s wife refused to divorce. Yan’s parents were given a new house, the decoration and furniture and everything was all arranged by Lin. Later, I heard that Lin had bought a house, although it was only a small set, but it cost a lot of money. So Yan’s parents were bought.
Yan and I really became friends, without the physical relationship. But I still treat Yan like before, on holidays and birthdays, I will give her some small gifts, and she is very happy. I know that money can’t buy feelings. I am worried that if Mr. Lin spends money like this, he won’t be able to stand it.
I really want Lin and Yan to get married. But having experienced passion, I know that if Lin’s wife drags her feet for a long time, Yan might get hurt again when Lin’s passion for her passes. So, for the women I like, I always release my emotions very lightly, because that way it lasts.
For two years, from ’98 to ’99, Yan was not with me. I was still searching for my own life, with my own new world of relationships, until I heard that Yan and Lin broke up. Yan got sick.
I went to see Yan, and she was so haggard it broke my heart. But I also knew that it was inevitable. I persuaded her that I put in a good word for Lin. It’s true. I do speak well for Lin.
I told her that a man’s passion can’t be relied on, only tenderness will last. I told her that the fact that Lin spent so much money on you shows that he really loves you, because maybe he also understands that only money and passion are his strengths, and although you don’t care about how much money he has, in his heart, it’s a pain in the ass, because you didn’t fall in love with him at first sight. So when he realizes that he needs to spend more and more money, and the passion is no longer tortured by his wife, he finally leaves you and returns home.
Yan slowly recovers and goes back to work and everyone treats her well. The old boss changed her department.
On December 31, 1999, the afternoon of the last day of the twentieth century, Yan and I came together again after two years of separation.
It’s been another two years, and Yan is already a twenty-eight year old woman, ripe as a blooming rose. Her skin was as smooth as jade, and her body was more voluptuous than before.
And two years on, I’m also more emotionally and sexually mature.
After taking a shower, I pulled Yan to the wide single bed. Before we parted two years ago, she already knew a lot of lovemaking techniques under my tutelage. And now, I didn’t want to care about who she did what with, I just wanted to re-live the pleasure of being with her.
Yan is obedient in front of me. I am gentle with her.
I kissed her deeply, I wanted her to be happy first. I kissed her breasts and gently bit her nipples as she drew her fingers in my hair, messing it up.
It’s been two years, and the color of Yan’s nipples has become darker, reddish-brown. I softly sighed in my heart: Alas, Yan, we are all getting old, are you happy in your youthful years?
I kissed my tongue all the way across her abdomen. It wasn’t as flat as it used to be, though it hadn’t been fertile, and had some flab.
When my tongue was against her clit, Yan’s body trembled gently, and all at once I heard her moan. I paused for a moment and raised my eyes to look at her. Yan was also looking at me, her eyes full of tenderness. I smiled and buried my face.
The once so familiar scent between her legs now hit me once more. A faint musky flavor that disoriented me. From light to heavy, I used my saliva spiked with her love juices to wet her blossom over and over again, feeling her clitoris hard and erect as a peanut, making me especially love and pity her even more.
Sucking on her clit, I gently inserted my finger into her cunt. The wrinkled walls of flesh sucked in my finger, and the overflowing pussy water ran down my finger and out between the flowers. Withdrawing my finger, I moistened her clit with her fluids and stroked gently over it.
With her tongue in her pussy lips, plucking at the vaginal opening, and the caressing of her clit by her fingers, Yan’s body began to contort and came back to clamp my head. But this time, I disagreed.
I told Yan to raise her legs up and press them against her chest, and Yan did as I said. Her hips were half cocked, her pussy was fully stretched, and her posterior flower was in full bloom in front of me. It’s been two years, and it seems that the color of this flower is the only one that hasn’t changed, it’s still a vibrant pink color.
After kissing her pussy lips, and vagina once more, I gently ran my tongue between her legs and moved it above her asshole. I had made it a point to give this area of hers a good wash in the shower, and now it smelled eerily fresh. I flicked my tongue against it and covered the side of it with my mouth.
Yan’s anus contracted all of a sudden, and she grunted loudly as her muscles began to tense. I was amused at her sensitivity, and her pleasure sent a wave of joy through me. Circling my tongue around my posterior like I was licking ice cream, I slid my tongue back and forth across her anus, sucking on it from time to time, pressing on it with the tip of my tongue, stimulating her nerves.
Yan is happy, and so am I. Yan is no longer a little girl, I want her to serve me like a woman.
Yan knelt between my legs and took my cock, I gently stroked her hair and watched her gulp my cock. The penis slowly swelled in her mouth as she struggled to contain it and suck on it, while I got a visual treat. In fact, as much as I love it when women suck my cock, I still hurt them, always afraid they’ll be upset.
I asked Yan to lick my anus, and Yan complied. Following her action, I crossed my legs and Yan’s face disappeared behind me. The soft tongue pressed against my anus, an electric current rushed to my brain, and a tingling sensation immediately spread all over my body.
Yan licked my backside very carefully, I sometimes contracted, sometimes relaxed, feeling the pleasure she brought me. When I was excited, I pressed her head with my hand so that she pressed tightly against my buttocks, feeling the hot breath lightly Buddha over my sensitive area.
Since it was the last time of the century and the first time we had been together in two years, we were both very emotional. After entering her, I moved as much as I could. I wrapped my fingers around her back and between her buttocks, which were full of her love juice. I dabbed some of the love juice on my finger and gently stroked it over her anus.
I slipped a finger into her anus. It was tight there, pushing away the muscles on the outside, and inside was a tighter ring, a little dry. I moistened her anus well with liquid and, with a push, inserted my finger into her anus.
My cock was inside her, and I could feel my fingers in her anus through the thin walls of flesh, which stimulated me and stimulated Yan’s body. Yan gasped loudly, a contraction of her vagina, clamping my body thighs began to harder, I know her orgasm is coming.
I held back my excitement, thrusting hard for her, happily feeling her orgasm. Yan ambled up and half hugged me, sucking on my nipples, grabbing my body, snapping and slamming plus moist spring water, Yan’s body pink, intent eyes, let me know that she really matured.
I never cum inside her, except on days when she is perfectly safe. As I climaxed, I stood up. Yan knelt in front of me and grabbed my cock, looking at me while sucking hard on my dick. Many times I had made her lie down and suck my cock, and this time, I wanted to stand.
I’m not macho, but there is mental and visual pleasure in sex as well as physical. I absolutely respect yan, but also need to feel the flavor of the man.
I filled Yan’s mouth with cum, stood and held her head hard, pressing her between my legs. I exploded in her mouth, savoring the soft tongue lapping at my fading cock.
As she pulled my cock out of her mouth, Yan spat out some of her cum and used my cock to slowly stroke it across her lips while smiling at me. It was an absolutely lascivious scene, her eyes looking up at me as I stood, looking down at her kneeling in front of me, my slender fingers holding my black cock, tracing the thick cum across her snow-white face. It felt, really good. In hindsight, however, it was a little sad, for reasons that I won’t go into.
It’s an action that we didn’t repeat until she married last year. Plus, because it was the last time we made love in the twentieth century, it’s etched into my brain.
After resting for a while, we had the same foreplay again, only with some different moves, each of us bucking our hips doggie style and servicing the other, from oral to anal licking, poison dragon drilling and whatnot. That got me thinking about having anal sex with Yan. Two years ago I didn’t know about the act of anal sex, but two years later I was a different person.
I didn’t expect Lin to actually leave a virgin place for me. Although Yan insisted that she wouldn’t, she couldn’t argue with my persistence and finally agreed.
I took some shower fluid to use as a lubricant. Of course, shower fluid is irritating, and if your skin breaks, it will hurt, so I advise my brothers not to use this stuff in the future, and to go for regular products. Of course, that’s what I realized afterward when it hurt because Yan was bleeding, and at the time, it was the only way to use it.
Yan lay on her side on the bed and I lay behind her. After sufficient lubrication, I first inserted my finger into its ass hole to help Yan get used to it a bit, and then slowly pushed my penis into her anus, telling her to try hard to relax her posterior as I did so.
I know that the movement in must be slow, but for a woman who is doing this for the first time, even if you are slow, it can be uncomfortable or painful, especially at, the moment when the glans is not in her anus, one must be very careful.
The moment I entered, Yan said it hurt and asked me to come out, I gently comforted her, while not moving at all, letting my penis slowly become a little soft to ease her pain. After some time, Yan said it was okay, so I slowly went in again. When Yan got used to it, she said to me, “Move it.”
I slowly moved up, thrusting my cock fully into her back chamber, the feeling of being clamped tightly against the anal muscle brought infinite pleasure and more than a little excitement. The front end of my cock felt nothing, a little hollow, but the clamped area, while a little tight, instantly made me excited, and my cock began to thicken again, rising to fill her anus.
Yan was a bit overwhelmed and asked me to move faster. I didn’t want to toss her around, I felt sorry for her, so I began to concentrate on thrusting and pumping gently but firmly.
The anus became adapted, in and out, the muscles in my posterior flipping in and out, the stimulation was not for the faint of heart, and soon I was cumming.
Afterwards Yan bled and said it hurt, I just laughed. Later on, I did this with her again, and she slowly got used to it. Once I asked her, is anal sex happy? She said, sometimes, is comfortable, very exciting. Believe me, brothers, I’m telling the truth, anal sex will be happy, as long as you bring feelings, more considerate, the woman will be painful and happy. In fact, the hardest part is probably still the psychological acceptance of it
This sexual intercourse at the end of the century brought a lot of deep impressions and lingering, so there is little need to repeat the description of what happened later. Originally did not want to write these, but think of the future may be closed, plus some brothers like colorful taste, write it, but also to meet the sea of love of the posting requirements.
In December 2002, Yan left and married in France. Before she married, her parents had introduced her to several men, but none of them came to fruition. She married overseas, greatly out of my expectation, I do not know for Yan, this marriage has no love, but sincerely wish her happiness.
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Between the spring of 2002 and the spring of 2003, I went through an emotional ordeal where the mistress was not Yan. I violated my lover’s code and said the word love to that woman, and the sky has been the limit ever since. Alas, love is, indeed, too heavy.
This year, Yan came back, also gave me a phone call, but I finally did not go to see her. Bitterness and happiness follow the fate, come and go with the fate, the heart does not increase or decrease, Yan came back to that period of time, I am in the enlightenment of the Buddha’s sutra, for the feelings of the world, see very light, very light. Since then, there has been no news of her.
Once again, thanks to a woman now beside me, so that I gradually get rid of the shadow of the painful events of the last year, but also thanks to my wife, over the years to my love and tolerance. Know so write, will attract scolding, but the world is unpredictable, feelings of things, who can say it.