Passionate young woman (celebrity star adult novel)

Because of work, my husband and I are not in the same city. We are connected by more than a thousand kilometers of railway lines and long, seemingly endless radio waves. Although my parents and friends asked me to carefully consider the pain of separation after marriage in the future, the sweetness of love and the impulse of youth made me desperate. I firmly believe that my choice is right and we will be happy. The power of love is greater than the distance of 1,000 kilometers. Finally, in November 2003, I became his bride.

After more than a month of loving and affectionate marriage, he went to work. I felt like I was back to the time before marriage, still working and living alone, saying the same words every day, repeating the same things, and not as close to my best friends as before.

I always feel that I am more mature than them after getting married. When we go shopping, I can no longer find the ease and happiness that we had when we were together before. Some of the slightly perverted boys in the unit no longer hang around me. They go to show their courtesy to those close friends who are the same age as me. Some colleagues who have families start to make jokes with me that can only be made after marriage. Am I really old? I am the same age as them, but I got married earlier than them. Why is there a difference between us?

Later I understood that marriage did not make me older, but it gave me something that I could not describe. Perhaps it was that I changed from a young girl to a young woman. Just like in a fairy tale, I have changed from a daughter to a wife. I am a young woman now, and I want to be a mature, beautiful and pretty young woman.

Every night there seems to be nothing to do except surfing the Internet, but surfing the Internet seems to be boring too. I began to indulge myself on the Internet. I like chatting with mature men who are a little bit sexy. I am not afraid of him telling those lingering lies, nor do I mind him saying those blushing and heart-pounding love words. I am not a little girl, I am a young woman, and I will not believe it. But I have a principle, which is not to meet.

I think there are many advantages of not meeting in person. At least it makes me feel safer and allows me to imagine what the person on the other side of the computer looks like. Erudite, humorous, and handsome? I would think of him in a good way, that he must be a mature man who has learned the best from many sources... My imagination brought me very close to a man who lived two hours' drive from my city. He tried many times to meet me, but I refused. Until one night when I was online, he greeted me as usual and said he wanted to meet me. I thought he was out of town, so I casually said, "Okay, you decide where to meet, as long as you can come." He said we should meet on the pedestrian street.

I agreed: "Okay, fly over here." Then his profile picture turned black. I laughed in my heart, another boring man, and then I surfed the Internet randomly... His avatar lit up again, and he told me that he had arrived at the pedestrian street. It was his first time here and he had been looking for a long time, but he would wait for me, until I arrived. I was shocked. Are you kidding? Aren't you on your side?

He smiled profoundly and asked, "Can't I come?" Look at my IP address. I will come to see you no matter how far away it is. I felt that he was very proud of himself at the computer.

"Why don't you dare come? Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

I was very happy when facing his provocation. He was the second man besides my husband who was willing to come to see me from afar. I was not afraid of him and I was very confident in myself.

"Are you afraid that I will have a one-night stand with you? Are you afraid that you will be unable to extricate yourself from seeing me?" Facing his unhurried teasing, I quickly typed out a sentence: "I am afraid. I have never been afraid of anyone before..."

"Then come out. I can't imagine what you look like. If you're a dinosaur, I'll leave right away..."

"Bad man, lecher," I typed a series of righteous words... "Then come on, I'll be waiting for you at the Nike store on the pedestrian street, I'll wait until you come, I believe that after chatting for so long, you will treat me as a friend..."

After waiting for a long time, I replied with a sentence: "Guess if I will come." Then I went offline.

After turning off the computer, I thought about it and decided to just go. There was nothing I should be afraid of since it was my own territory. I changed into a piece of clothing that I felt looked good, put on some light makeup with lipstick and eye shadow, and went out. I was very close to the Nike store, but I didn't see anyone. I entered the store, pretending to look at hats, and quietly looked around at the people around me. It seemed that he was not there. I was relieved, but also a little disappointed. Maybe he was lying to me and didn't come at all. I looked around again...finally I saw him...I walked with him silently for a while, and he asked me when my husband would be back. I said I didn’t know. He asked if he could come to my house for a while, and I said no. He smiled and asked me, where to go and what to do? You can't just leave me alone on the street. I sighed and thought that it was not good to keep walking on the street like this, but I didn't know where to go.

"Why don't we get a room?" he grinned again.

I was shocked, "No, I won't go get a room."

He laughed even more wantonly, "What are you afraid of? I checked into a room so I could sleep there, not ask you to go there. I can't sleep on the street, can I? Come on, lead the way."

I went to a hotel with him with trepidation, and I told him, "Just stay here, I'm going home." He asked me to wait for him for a while, but I said no. He insisted on just a while, so I said okay, but I'll wait for you outside the lobby. I was thinking outside the lobby that he was not bad, a mature and humorous man. I gradually developed a good impression of him and was no longer on guard against him. Just as I was thinking about it, he came out and said he wanted to go out for a midnight snack and asked me to accompany him. I agreed, but was afraid of being seen by acquaintances, so I took him to a place far away from home where I didn't think there would be many acquaintances to have a midnight snack.

We talked a lot that night. I felt that he was funny and smart. He knew what I was going to say before I even finished speaking. He admired me very much and sympathized with the fact that my husband and I were not together. I gradually felt that he was a good person, and unknowingly we became closer. I am not a traditional woman who would feel uncomfortable talking to men.

He asked me what I thought about one-night stands and extramarital sex, and I told him that I felt as long as two people liked each other and had feelings for each other, it was a kind of freedom. I was surprised that I would answer like this. I had never thought about how to face my husband or wife after that happened (QQ: 494529570). Maybe people are emotional animals sometimes, especially women, who are sometimes not controlled by reason and easily impulsive. I think I was such a woman that night.

It was a little late at night, and he invited me to his place to sit, saying that he would be leaving tomorrow and wanted to chat more. I drank a little bit of wine but was very sober. I knew something might happen, but I had a lot of fun that night with him. My husband and I haven't been together for a long time, and his gentleness and patience towards me made me find a long-lost warmth. I didn't want to ruin this atmosphere. I just felt that this man was excellent. At the same time, I had a long-lost impulse in my heart. I really wanted someone to hold me until dawn.

Maybe it was the turmoil in my heart, or maybe it was the stimulation of alcohol, I went with him... After taking a shower, he hugged me gently, his hands wandered over my body, and his lips kissed mine. I turned my head away, I didn’t want to kiss any man other than my husband. He respected me very much, he put me slowly and gently on the bed, his hands gently explored my body, his warm lips held my little bud, I cried softly, I could feel his rapid breathing, his hot and urgent breath pierced my body, making me feel very comfortable.

He was very experienced and soon found my excitement point. I could not control myself as long as my little buds were stimulated. He saw my weakness and attacked it more fiercely. It was a masterpiece of God. He attacked my nipples obsessively, as if he knew that if he could take her down, he would take me down. I would be disarmed, fully open to him and surrender to him, and his fingers would also attack all over me below.

My voice was getting louder and louder. At first I was afraid that someone might hear me, so I suppressed myself and didn't dare to shout too loudly. But I felt my chest was stuffy and my breathing was not smooth. I had to shout loudly to breathe smoothly. So I shouted loudly, and he rubbed my chest and sucked my nipples. Slowly my legs spread wider and wider, and I felt so empty down there. I shouted loudly, forgetting the idea of ​​not kissing any man other than my husband, and I took the initiative to kiss him.

He climbed up, facing my lower body, and lay on top of me, stirring my lower body with his tongue. I could feel him pressing very heavily on me, and I could hardly breathe. He patiently kissed me below, and I had a very comfortable feeling. I screamed loudly, and felt his hard thing poking my face. Just as I was screaming in ecstasy, his thing suddenly entered my mouth. I closed my eyes, held it in my mouth, sucked it, and licked it gently. I completely forgot about myself and lost myself... "Are you comfortable?" he asked me. He crawled over and sat up, leaning against the head of the bed, and asked me to play the flute for him. I was a little embarrassed, and he said, "It's okay. Look how comfortable I made you just now. Now it's your turn to serve me." After that, he leaned against the head of the bed and waited for me.

I looked at his erect thing, with a bulging blue vein on it and the veins visible, sparkling and stained with some of my saliva.

"Look, it's saluting you," he said to me jokingly.

"Hmph, aren't you ashamed? You're already wet," I also teased him in a wanton manner.

I picked up his thing, wiped its exit with my hand first, and applied it on his legs. See, some water came out. I continued to tease him, and then I put it in my mouth, bit it gently with my teeth, and licked it gently with my tongue. I sometimes held it in my mouth and sometimes spit it out. He moaned with pleasure and asked me to suck harder. I blew harder and felt his little brother growing bigger and harder in my mouth.

"You're leaking," I spat out, teasing it.

“How dare you laugh at me, little darling,” he grabbed me and pushed my head down onto his penis.

I put it in my mouth again and felt like some liquid was flowing in my mouth, with a salty and astringent taste.

I blew harder and more attentively, my mouth letting out some soft gasps from time to time, and looking at him with the sidelong eyes, stimulating him. He could no longer bear it, and pounced on me fiercely, pressed me under him, spread my legs apart, and inserted it roughly. I screamed loudly to express my happiness, and I spread my legs as much as I could, welcoming his fierce thrusts again and again. I didn't dislike his roughness at all, nor did I feel any pain. Amidst the moans (QQ: 494529570), I felt like I was floating on the sea, slowly drifting towards the depths of the sea in the surging waves... After we were done, I lay on his chest, feeling a little regretful, but also a little happy. He gently smelled my hair, his fingers kept playing with my little buds, and he was gentle with me. I asked him if he would come again in the future, and he told me he would. I told him that he hurt me, and he asked me where it hurt.

I was too embarrassed to say anything, so he lit a cigarette and said with that sly smile: "Did I hurt your breasts? I like women like you, newly married young women. I really like your nipples, they are a little big, and they feel good to pinch. Your breasts are not big, but they are also very good. I can hold them in one hand, and everything is under control."

After saying that, he made a gesture of grabbing my breasts, and then put my nipples in his mouth and started sucking. We did it two more times that night, sometimes with man on top and woman on top, and sometimes with me lying on my stomach and him entering from behind. But I didn't have the feeling I had the first time. The first time I really had an orgasm, but the next few times, he was more of a vent and I was passively accepting it. There was no passion like the first time at all.

After we finished, looking at his satisfied look, I lay on his chest and closed my eyes. I don’t know why, but I suddenly thought of my husband, felt very sorry for him, and felt like crying.

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