Bored at night, I chat online.
I hung an English name on it, and soon a netizen sent an English greeting.
After chatting in English, telling some jokes and asking some simple questions, I learned something about her: assistant manager of a foreign-funded garment factory, 28, divorced, living alone, from Sichuan.
Changing to QQ, her photo startled me: it looked like Hong Kong’s Fish Leong (one of the few so-called stars I know).
Continuing to talk, joking and getting to know each other, both sides were more than satisfied.
In this way we met online, that night we talked a lot, life, work, ideals, what all say, very speculative, unknowingly talked for several hours, and finally it was too late we do not want to get off the line to rest, but after that, the Internet and her chatting has become a very important thing in my life.
I don’t know when she started telling me about her feelings or when we talked about sex.
It’s strange, she doesn’t tease me with any naked words, yet she can make me fantasize about her! Maybe that’s the charm.
She also told me that she had several lovers in her life outside the walls of her marriage, and she even talked to me about her experiences with her lovers, and after a couple of days of talking like that, I decided to invite her to dinner.
December 17, 2005, it was a cool autumn weekend evening when I met her: about 163 tall, long hair, high heels, hanging a small bag, wearing a light-colored dress, just off work.
When I got closer, I was captured by her beauty: although slightly thin, her skin was so white that you could almost see the veins, she had a pretty melon face, and her voice was soft and melodious.
After dinner, shall we take a walk? I suggested it, and she agreed.
We just walked around the lawn for a while, making harmless jokes.
Walking through a section of the stone hitching on the lake, she stood unsteadily for a moment, I followed from behind, holding her hand, her hand was cold, she struggled for a moment but did not break free, so she just held it.
After walking until about 9:00, and presumably halfway through the Long March of the Red Army, I decided to give her a ride home, and she acquiesced.
When you get downstairs, it’s a high-rise elevator room.
I said: it was nice talking to you today.
Me too.
She smiled and laughed like a half-bloomed rose.
I couldn’t help but be mesmerized: could you invite me up for a glass of water? She laughed, What if I said no? I said: you won’t.
She smiled again: well, but you can not bully me! Her home was smartly furnished, 2 bedrooms, 1 hall, plain and clean, flowers adorning the small, peaceful living room.
This is a woman of great taste.
The funny thing is, she said, she actually rarely drinks boiled water, and there’s often no boiled water in the house …… Lustful, little trick, huh?
It was early in the morning when I got out of the shower.
She was still listlessly watching a boring program.
I look at it and, oh, it’s a sports program.
Shall we rest? Okay! She turned off the TV.
I love her bed, a 1.8 meter wide king size bed with thick bedding.
She took a shower and came out of the bathroom in her pajamas.
The dim table lamp in front of the bed shadowed her lithe body under her nightgown.
Why are you still standing? She asked.
I was looking at your picture.
I point to the art photos on her bedroom wall.
A picture of me when I was young, huh? Pretty, isn’t it? Yes, but now it’s more feminine.
I marveled heartily and hugged her in passing.
The clothes are smooth and the body is light.
And my blood is starting to rise.
Impatiently, I took her into my arms as soon as I could.
I whispered in her ear, Baby, you’re so beautiful, let me kiss you good.
She didn’t resist, keeping her head down.
Let me kiss her face passionately.
Her lips were a little icy, the thin slice rubbing against me gently.
It was only at this moment that he looked at her clearly for the first time, gazing at her.
Her big eyes kept blinking as she looked at me, her long, curly lashes fluttering from time to time! I leaned in close and kissed her on her lips, warm and soft.
Then kissed her little mouth and stirred with her tongue! I felt her hold me tighter and I took her into my arms harder! I rolled over onto her body and embraced her, kissing her again and again! I rolled over onto her body and embraced her, kissing her again and again! By this time I was in just a pair of panties, and my cock was already hard, holding my panties up.
Thinking she must have felt it too, I used both hands to gently remove her suit, then wrapped my hands around her back to open the bra clasp and removed it too, then gently faded a bit of her purple panties onto her thighs.
That’s when I saw a beautiful torso unfold – small breasts, but nipples gently perked up.
Smooth abdomen.
I continued to kiss down the past, breasts, stomach, outer thighs, knees, calves …… Everywhere, she could not help but moan softly, her voice was so delicate and intoxicated.
I slowly started kissing my way up her inner thighs again, stopping at her goddamned pussy, which was already dripping with water.
I teased the perimeter with the tip of my tongue a few times and she ahhed.
What, you’re not feeling well? I asked on purpose.
You, you badass! She laughed and cursed.
My tongue continued to tease her labia majora.
Her legs began to close up and clamp down on my head.
My tongue started to go deeper, her flavor was light as a virgin.
Tickling her clit, with each movement she followed by pinning me harder.
The water stained my lips in a moment.
Is there a condom? I asked.
No.
She says: After the divorce, I didn’t have sex for 2 years.
Entering her was a wonderful sensation: without any assistance, the thick cock slid down her thighs and into her cunt.
I love the smoothness.
She wasn’t the type to scream out loud, but that slight sound was so intoxicating and more than enough to get the blood pumping.
Unlike the women I’ve had sex with before, her vagina contracts more.
Because my penis was longer and she wasn’t very tall, I could feel it enter and push up against her cervix.
One more gentle push in and she started screaming: it was too deep.
I smile and give her a kiss.
Slow thrusts began, shallow at first, rubbing the back of the stem against her wet clit, and with each withdrawal she whimpered ‘ah’.
After about 5 minutes of smoking, she started to get disoriented.
Holding my waist and pressing down hard.
It was at this point that I started thrusting deeper and she didn’t feel like thrusting too deep.
I enjoyed the tight wrapping and warm water in her smooth pussy and the slight shuddering of her body as her lower body met my deeper penetration.
Changing positions, I sat up and lifted her legs up on my shoulders so I could see her full frontal, thighs and cock going in and out of her.
This position turns me on the most.
She squirmed and her moans started to get louder, ah…ah …… The more she cried out, the more powerful my pounding became.
The bed was rocking gently, making sexy squeaky noises.
Come from behind! I said.
How do you come back there? She asked me innocently.
I couldn’t help but laugh, it seemed that she really couldn’t do much.
Following my handhold position, she bent down on her knees at the edge of the bed.
Her hips weren’t big either, but they were white and tender.
I stroked it a bit and stuck my cock in from behind.
God, it was so deep! She screamed up ahead.
Yes, feel it, is it comfortable? I finished and started thrusting again.
This time she finally went wild, and in less than 10 minutes she stopped screaming, her upper body went limp on the bed, and she stopped catering to my onslaught.
I gently patted her buttocks and told her to lie down.
She collapsed onto the bed with a grunt, unable to move her arms or legs.
I leaned down and lay down next to her.
How was it? Was it okay? I asked with a smile.
She waved her hand feebly, and managed to say, …… God, you’re so …… good at this! I love this feeling.
A number of women had said similar things before, but I didn’t appreciate it because I needed nothing more than their vaginas.
This one is different. This woman I really like.
Can it go on? I asked badly.
You’re not done yet? She asked me with a glare.
I don’t have it.
I laughed.
Oh …… she let out a long sigh and smiled back, Why are you so good at this? I re-entered her body again, this beautiful woman …… About 20 minutes later, her chants, my gasps, and the sweat that waved between the two of us; the shaking of the bed, and with the penis in and out of the vagina when the rhythm of her writhing, fluctuating breasts, are all under my domination, constituting the most primitive melody, and make me gradually Reaching an orgasm, I began to feel some difficulty in copulating inside her, then I fought my way forward and abruptly sucked in a sharp breath.
At that moment, just as an indescribable feeling of relief erupted through my parched body, I felt semen spurting from my cock, millions of spermatozoa racing into my uterus, and my testicles, vas deferens, and urethra twitching intermittently under the burden of my scrotum.
Heaven and earth were no longer around except for the naked and bewitching her and me and that gush of post-coital pleasure and excitement.
I suddenly got cold, my whole body is weak as a relief fell down, lying on her slippery soft breasts …… It was a perfect sex, about 1 and a half hours.
Then 1 more every half hour.
I don’t remember how many times in total I did it before dawn, except that each time she was on the verge of passing out and didn’t refuse my embracing entry.
At dawn, we passed out in each other’s arms.
When she got up the next day, she hammered me angrily on the shoulder: you’re hurting me! Did it? Where does it hurt? I asked deliberately.
You’re bad. Now I can’t even walk.
She shyly pretended to be angry.
In the latter days, I simply moved my luggage from the hotel to her house.
During the day, we each went to work, came back at night, and couldn’t wait to get into bed and make love.
She doesn’t like condoms, she says, she can’t feel my body heat that way.
I said, that’s not body heat, it’s stem heat.
It was in this kind of banter that I began to enjoy the wonders of her body again.
A few days later, I left that city.
As pre-arranged, we did not contact each other again.
She knows that I’m married.
I also knew that she needed a man who was truly her own, and that my presence would only diminish her chances.
I’m still dating online and still having sex with strange women.
But that feeling won’t come back, maybe ever ……