A Woman's True Sex Story (Experience Story Adult Fiction)

I have read so many, but rarely seen those written by women. I think you all must want to read articles written by women. I also want to add some points, so on this lonely afternoon, I will write about my one-night stand experience with an online friend for fun.

That was two years ago. I had just learned how to use the Internet and thought the online world was amazing. It was full of charm and so fresh that I was easily attracted to it. That man was the first person I left my phone number to, and he was also the first person to call me. He spoke standard Mandarin and had a very nice voice, which made me like him a little bit.

At that time, my husband was out of town and I was alone at home. My husband and I have always been very harmonious sexually. We have many different ways of making love, and I am also a woman who can reach orgasm easily and enjoys sex very much. He is very lonely when he is not at home. Sex is one reason, but the main reason is that he is too lonely.

One day in the winter of that year, I went to the city where he was for some business. After I arrived there, I sent him a text message. At that time, I didn’t think about meeting him or anything. I just wanted to tell him about it. He kept asking me to meet him and told me to wait for him to get off work, but I didn’t take it seriously. One night I was staying at a friend's house and chatting with him. He called and asked me where I was. I said I was at my friend's house. He asked me for the exact address. I told him and he said he would be there soon. I thought there was nothing wrong with meeting him and didn't think about it in that way, so I agreed. After more than 20 minutes, he called me again and said he had arrived. Now I think I was really brave at that time. I told my friend that I came up as soon as I saw him, without a bag or a phone, thinking that it would only take more than ten minutes to come up.

I went downstairs and saw an Otto car with the lights on inside. A thin man was sitting inside reading a book. I went over and knocked on the window. He opened it and I smiled at him naturally. He also asked my name with a smile. He was quite polite and I had a good impression of him. Then he asked me to get in the car and sit. I felt it was awkward to stand, so I got in. I chatted with him for a while. He said he would take me for a ride. I was a little hesitant, but still agreed. I borrowed his phone to call a friend and went out with him.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening. The flashing neon lights made people think a lot, and the atmosphere in the car became a little ambiguous. The car stopped at a place on the Third Ring Road. There was a small forest outside. It was dark and difficult to see anything. He reached out and held my hand. I let him hold it and listened to him talk. His hands were delicate, but quite small. There was no light on in the car, and the neon lights outside the window were flickering. He suddenly touched my face with his hand, and I was immediately mesmerized. My heart lacked warmth, and my lust broke out. I put my face close to his and began to kiss his ears and forehead. I felt his breathing become rapid, which showed my excitement. I fell into his arms, lifted up his clothes and kissed his chest. My hand dishonestly reached into his waistband and grabbed his little brother. I felt that his brother had been hard for a long time, but it was quite small. I was a little disappointed. Compared with my husband's, his was too small, but I was embarrassed to stop and I couldn't stop. I thought even if I stopped, he would rape me anyway, and I wanted it too. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :

I saw a bottle of mineral water in the car, so I picked it up, took a few sips and rinsed my mouth. The temperature in my mouth cooled down. Then I took a sip of water and took his entire penis in my mouth. He squeezed my breasts at once, and the water in my mouth flowed and swirled between his penis while I kissed him. I didn't know how he felt, but I think it should be comfortable, because his hand holding mine became very heavy, and his hand also reached my lower body, which was already wet with water. He turned over, unbuttoned my trousers in a few seconds, and tried to take off my pants in a hurry. It was winter and I was wearing thick clothes, and it was not convenient for him to do it because of the seat between us. He quickly put my chair on his knees, climbed on me and kissed me. I also took off my pants quickly. He put his brother in and started moving. He seemed very excited and ejaculated after a while. How disappointing.

But soon, it seemed like it didn't take long before he got an erection again. This time he carried me to his seat, he lay down, let me ride on him, and let me move on my own. Because it wasn't very pleasant, I don't have a deep impression of it. I just remember that it didn't take long for him to ejaculate, and I didn't reach orgasm even once. This was a pity for me, because I am a woman who can reach orgasm almost every time we have sex. After we finished, he put on his clothes while I was still getting dressed when suddenly a police car drove past our car for a long distance and then turned back and stopped behind our car. I was startled and didn't know what to do. He quickly got down. The police asked him something and left. I put on my clothes and also got down. He hugged me very contentedly, stared at me for a long time, then picked me up and spun me around. At that time, I felt much more satisfied than when we were making love.

We never met again after that. His QQ avatar would occasionally light up in my friend list. He told me that he thought my skills were really good and he even invited me. However, because his sexual ability was not that good and because he was no longer so confused about the Internet, I never wanted to see him again. You will definitely laugh at me and say that it was the former reason. But I really don’t want to have one-night stands anymore. Not only are they meaningless and dangerous (I was scared for a long time after I went home that time), but I may not meet a good partner either. At least that’s the case for me. It’s better to be with my husband, who is safe and secure and can do whatever I want. How great!

Writing these articles these days has reminded me of many past events. Today I will tell you about another experience of mine!

I was still in school at that time. One Saturday night, I made an appointment with a good sister to go dancing outside the school. After the dance, a friend I knew before invited us to dinner. I drank some wine that day and felt a little wild. After dinner, he asked us to go to his place and I didn’t object, so I went with my friends. I had known that guy for a long time and he had been pursuing me for a while. I had a good impression of him, but it never came to anything. Although I knew something would happen when I went to his place that day, I was still secretly looking forward to it.

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After we finished, I went to the bathroom. Later, my friend told me that she knew we were having sex and was just pretending to be asleep. After we finished, he actually climbed on top of my friend and wanted to kiss her and touch her breasts. My friend pushed him away.

We were tired and ready to go to bed. My friend slept on the bed, and he made a bed by laying a pile of paper flat. It was quite soft, so we slept there. But before we fell asleep, he became energetic again. He pinched me a lot, tightly pinched my nipples and my body with his long nails, and dug my lower body with his hands. He asked me to kiss him for a long time, and then he turned on top of me and finished with just one position. I was tortured so much but I didn't get an orgasm, it was so annoying.

He held my breasts and slept until dawn, then woke up again. He asked me to kiss his penis for a while and then asked me to sit on him. Unfortunately, his penis was a little soft and kept falling out when I moved hard, which was very disappointing. This time he ejaculated after a long time, but it was too boring for me.

Later he became my friend. A friend I occasionally call to talk about my innermost thoughts, but I avoid having sex with him because it's too boring.

After writing these, many people will think that I am a bad woman. I can't tell whether I should be classified as good or bad, but I have a legitimate career and a good family, and I love my family very much. The reason I wrote these is because my husband is not at home, so I have to complain online, but everything I said is my real experience. I am a girl from Sichuan, and I think Sichuan people are naturally fiery.

2003-12-22

In fact, many years ago I was a woman who hated sex and would start crying as soon as I had sex with my husband. Thanks to his training, I went from being a woman who hated sex to a woman who loved sex, who could reach countless orgasms during one sex, and even have an orgasm in the back garden. I have enjoyed a lot of happiness that others cannot enjoy. At the same time, doesn't the hot girl have legs? She has maintained a good figure all thanks to Beckham's fierceness in bed. So I have always maintained a good figure. I have to say that it is related to this. If any senior brother encounters a girlfriend who is uncooperative, you are welcome to ask me for advice.

Before I got together with my husband, I had a first love boyfriend. We were together when I was 16 years old. At that time, we had all the conditions and we often slept in each other's arms. After all, we were young and had natural sexual impulses. However, because I knew the importance of virginity, I never dared to do anything with him. Besides, I didn't understand anything. At most, I just let him get on top of me and play with me. I still remember that day was a summer noon. I was wearing long stockings, and we were hugging and playing as usual. He still climbed on top of me and played with me and kissed me. Later, he couldn't help it and took out his dick and rubbed it under me. At that time, I was already used to this kind of game and was not afraid of him. I also liked him very much and wanted to make him happy. As we were playing, I had that habitual dull pain again. (Now I think it's because the hymen is too solid, so it couldn't be broken no matter how many times we played that game before). But it broke that day, and I didn't even feel it. I just felt the pain and my whole body was shaking. And because of the pain, I didn't even feel him inserting into me. I was really stupid.

But no one reacted. It was a long time later when it was time to go to school. We got up and I found that there was blood, a lot of it, bright red. I was completely stunned at that time.

We have been in love for 3 years and have sex often, but I have never reached orgasm. However, I really like having sex with him, just because I love him and am willing to satisfy all his requirements. Making love was very simple at that time, and few people knew much about it. There were not many tricks, and the most common position was the old-fashioned one with the man on top and the woman on the bottom.

The most memorable time was by the small river in my hometown. One summer night, he and I found a deserted place. I waited for him by the shore, and he went down to the river to take a bath. After a while, he climbed onto the shore naked and hugged me. I was wearing a skirt, and he put me in the grass by the river. He lifted up my skirt to cover my face, took off my underwear and fucked me. The grass by the wheat was a little prickly, and I was a little worried that someone would see him. He finished in just a few strokes. Then I couldn’t find my underwear, so I had to go home without my skirt, luckily it was night.

Later he went to Beijing to study, and we finally broke up. I hadn't seen him for ten years. This year he returned to his hometown. Coincidentally, I happened to pass by his house that day. I was in the car and saw him. It was only less than a minute. My tears flowed down for my past love. I miss you so much after ten years, even without thinking of you, it’s hard to forget you.

Fortunately, God loves me and gave me a husband who loves me. My husband is really a good person. Although he knows everything about me and my first love, he has never used him to hurt me in our ten years of life together, which really touches me. So I think men should be more generous, your women will be grateful to you.

My husband is the best man I have ever been with. He is 1.72 meters tall and weighs about 150 pounds, while I am only 158 meters tall and weigh about 98 pounds. I like to lie in his arms, act coquettishly and playfully. I also like the heavy feeling when he presses on me. It makes me feel safe and a little bit masochistic. I think everyone has some tendencies towards masochism and sadomasochism, and I prefer the former. In our more than ten years of sex life, except for the early days when I didn't like him very much, now we are getting happier and happier, with more and more variety.

The first time I had sex with him was because he was drunk and was playing dumb. He forced himself on me despite my firm objection. His penis was very big, the biggest I had ever seen on a man's. Although I was not a virgin at the time, I had rarely done it. It hurt so much, I felt like I was being torn apart. I cried out, kicked and hit myself, but there was no other way, let alone pleasure. I wished I were dead. We were all young at that time. He was only 19 years old and had a strong sexual desire. He often came to see me. Since I lived alone, it was very convenient. He had no scruples and often just carried me into the room and did it when he found me alone. His endurance is very good. He is a man who can do it as long as he wants. He won't ejaculate if he doesn't want to, including our current life.

Our sex life has been very varied, including eating plums with my baby, smoking with my butt, using various vibrators and so on. There are many other variations in the scenes, which I will talk about in the next article.

These past two days, because it’s new and also because of the encouragement from your comments, I’ve been writing whenever I have time. I'm so tired. In addition, I have been asking how to match pictures, but no one has given me any guidance. If someone could give me some guidance, I would definitely give you a better look. I would also like to ask the moderator to give me more encouragement so that I can have more confidence.

200312-22

I had been planning to edit some of the shots from a short film that my husband and I shot to accompany the article, but I didn’t know how to do it. Yesterday I sent the photos to a friend and he took a look at them. He said that one reason was that the photo quality was not good and another was that I needed free space, and I don’t know how to use the latter. I think it’s a pity that I can’t use pictures to accompany the article, so I have to put this chapter off for the time being. If anyone is more familiar with this program, you are welcome to send me a message. I can show you the photos first, and then you can help me with the pictures, okay? But please don't lie to me.

Yesterday I talked about the game we played of letting the baby eat plums. That was many years ago. At that time, I was already more interested in sex. One day, we were playing around again. My husband really liked looking at my body. He stripped me naked and held me in his arms, touching me everywhere, making me itchy, both in my heart and in my body. As he was touching me, he touched my baby. He bent down and rubbed his face between my legs, which made me laugh.

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He quickly let me go, held me in his arms, and gently caressed my breasts. My breasts have always been very sensitive, and they are the part that I like to caress when I masturbate. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :

He stuffed the plum into me again, then pounced on me and stuffed his big dick into me. His dick pushed the plum deep into my vagina. His dick went all the way in, vibrating the plum and making me feel extremely stimulating. Coupled with a powerful impact, it is breathtaking. I responded to him and twisted my body vigorously, and soon we reached the climax of our love together.

After I wrote this chapter yesterday, I have been thinking about what to write next. I asked a friend what he wanted to read and he asked me if I had any other experiences outdoors. After thinking about it, I decided to tell you the story of how my husband and I made love in a small river in my hometown many years ago.

Before talking about this, I thought of what my husband told me about him and his ex-girlfriend having sex in the grass. At that time, his girlfriend was working in a small town in Guangzhou, and he went to see her. They went to a mountain together. He said that the grass on the mountain was more than one person tall, and people inside could not be seen by people outside at all. The two of them quickly rolled into the grass. He didn't tell me the specific details, but in my memory it was like watching "Red Sorghum". I only saw the wind blowing, the grass undulating, a spring scene in the grass, and two naked bodies rolling and thrusting. I have always thought that this picture is very classic. It was quite beautiful, but he told me a detail later. He said that after they were done, he urinated in her vagina.

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Because of the buoyancy of the water, I felt very light and my feet seemed to be unstable and always floating up. He said, "Let me teach you breaststroke. You just need to slide your hands to the sides and push your legs to the sides." : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :

Dakai also felt it, and hugged me to face him. Because my feet could not touch the ground, my legs naturally opened and clamped his legs again. One advantage of having sex in the water is that changing positions is effortless and can be done lightly. In this way, I was in the same position as when we make love while standing, but he must have felt that it was not as strenuous as standing and hugging. At this time, my skirt was already soaked, and he lifted it up and wrapped it tightly around my upper body, leaving my lower body naked. He put his brother in it again, and tried to move it vigorously a few times, but it was not effective. I wanted to press against him to rub my G-spot, but I felt that I was lifted by the water. There was no solid feeling, and it didn't feel good. After a few strokes, we gave up having sex and hugged each other and kissed tightly in the water under the moonlight. This feeling was much better. Then we held hands and walked through the quiet streets back to the little house where we lived quietly together.

I was worried that the water in the river was not clean, but luckily the town was so simple and clean, nothing happened to me. But one of my girlfriends was not so lucky, she got a sexually transmitted disease because of swimming in the swimming pool, hehe.

(When I wrote that, I called my husband to check some details. I also read some of my writing to him. Unexpectedly, we both became interested and had a wonderful sex. I didn’t expect that phone sex would become a major part of my sex life. After the climax, I sat here typing again. It felt a bit strange and a bit good.)

2003-12-24

I have so much to say today, I have so many wonderful memories that I want to share with you. As I kept thinking, my mind suddenly went back to a night 6 years ago. At that time, I was still in school. My boyfriend, now my husband, was in his hometown, and I was in another place. We usually met once a month. That time, because of some things, I hadn't been home for a long time. It was a Saturday night, and my roommates were not there by chance, so I was the only one there.

I felt a little stimulated that day. It all started with one of my sisters who had a boyfriend at school. We didn't know if it was because they were new to each other or for some other reason, but that guy would sneak into our dormitory every few days. At that time, our beds were all covered with a curtain, but that classmate's was a very thick, flowery cotton cloth. Once she pulled it up, it was a completely different world and we couldn't see a thing from the outside. Now that was great. They treated that bed as their wedding bed and always curled up on that small bed and swayed back and forth. It happened that we lived in the largest studio in the school at that time, which was very empty. All our beds were connected together in the shape of a "U". That day, regardless of the fact that there were people in the dormitory during the day, they just went in to make love. The bed began to sway and sway, and when it swayed, all the beds began to sway as well. We were used to it. That day, I was taking a nap and was woken up by them. I was so angry that I stood up and wanted to curse at them, but when I stood up (I was sleeping on the upper bunk and she was on the lower bunk), I saw through the gap in the curtain that their quilt had slipped to their feet, and they were entangled together naked, and the man was sticking out his little butt and working hard on it. I was scared and didn't dare to make a sound. I lay down obediently, letting my bed be like a boat in the wind and rain, sometimes fast and sometimes slow on the waves to endure the wind and rain. I was swaying along with it, and my heart was in a mess. I still can't help but smile when I think about that feeling now.

They all agreed not to come back at night, so I happily ate snacks, listened to music, and read novels in the empty dormitory. When I had enough and the light was about to go out, I quickly climbed onto the bed, found the red candle I had bought long ago, lit it, and continued to read novels until the night was over.

What I was reading that day was a romance novel that was very popular at the novel stalls outside. I was fascinated by it. There were some light sexual descriptions in it, which were just right and aroused my imagination. As I read, my thoughts were drawn to the two naked bodies in the daytime, which made me feel hot all over. It was a summer, and I was wearing a somewhat conservative pajamas. Then I thought that no one was around, so I took it off. I lay naked in my curtains wearing only a bra and panties, and continued reading the novel. As I read, I really didn't know what I was reading. I stopped and stared at the red candlelight in a daze. By that time, I had already learned how to masturbate, and when I wanted something, I would always use everything around me without hesitation. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :

I took a small mirror and looked at my own naked breasts in the mirror. It was very lustful and made me even more aroused. I took off my underwear, moved the mirror down with one hand, and held the candle in the other hand and continued to drip it down, dripping over my breasts and lower abdomen. I sat up, put down the mirror, and stroked my thigh with one hand, pinching it hard. My whole body was in pain, and it hurt more with each pinch. Then I dripped more candle oil on my thighs, slowly moving towards the inside of my thighs, dripping them everywhere, finally reaching the base of my thighs. I put the mirror between my legs, spread my labia with one hand, and then dripped the candle oil into it. I didn't feel much pain, one reason was that my whole body was in pain, and the other was that the temperature inside was higher. I faced the mirror and dripped them accurately onto my clitoris. Although a lot had already dripped, I couldn't help but scream out all of a sudden, and my whole body was shaking. The feeling was indescribable. I finally couldn't bear it anymore, I put out the spark with my hand, grabbed my breasts frantically with one hand and twisted them hard, and held the candle with the other hand and let it rub on my B, between my labia, the pleasure came in waves, I stuffed the candle in, held it hard with my hand and poked it repeatedly in my B, the pleasure was too intense, I quickly turned over, stuffed the whole candle in, covered my vagina with one hand, still holding my breasts with the other hand, and shook my butt hard from side to side on the bed, I soon reached a climax, the extreme happiness made me make a sound that was unpleasant than crying.

Later, when I was washing the quilt, my classmates asked me why there was so much candle oil. I said that I accidentally knocked over the candle and it almost burned. As I write this, I suddenly think of Tian Zhen's song, which says: "A fire burned me and I was helpless ======================%26rdquo;

2003-12-25

It’s very late at night. I didn’t want to write anymore today because I wrote more than 2,000 words during the day, but they were all lost due to the sudden power outage. I’m so angry. But when I saw so many people habitually go to read my new articles but were disappointed, and felt the care of the people I love and who love me in the middle of the night, I still couldn't help but get up and write something.

The weather today is very bad, cold and damp. The weather in Sichuan is always like this, with heavy fog and depressing feeling. My mood is also bad, a change from the bright and sunny days of the past to a gloomy and uncomfortable one. In the past, when I was in a bad mood, I would always hug my pillow and cry, or watch erotic movies and read erotic novels to vent my feelings. Today is different. I sit in front of the computer and use my words to express myself, telling everyone my past stories and my feelings, because I know that some people care about me and love me. I am happy because of your love. Because I am not online today and because of the concern of so many people, and because of my husband's late-night greetings, I have become very happy now. I am writing these words with a smile, and I hope that everyone can be as happy as I am. I am happy because I am simple. I always feel that there are more beautiful things in the world, and you can live your life whether you are happy or unhappy, so I try hard to find everything that can make me happy.

I remember that year, when I was in school, it was a Saturday and I was in a bad mood, so I went to a dance hall not far from the school with my sisters. It was a place we often went to, because it was close and also because it was cheaper. At that time, we were all students with limited spending power, and we didn't know how to make money like the students today as you describe.

I found a dimly lit place and sat down. I didn't really want to dance. I just wanted to feel my loneliness in the noisy environment. Several people asked me to dance but I refused. I sat there like a dreaming girl, not knowing what I was thinking. After sitting for a while, the intermission music started. The strong metal sound was exciting. I have never liked hot dancing, but I like to feel the atmosphere. I was listening with great interest when I suddenly felt someone pinching my butt. I turned my head angrily. The light was dim and I couldn't see who it was, so I had to keep silent. After a long while, I was pinched again. I was really annoyed. I turned my head away suddenly and saw the face of an old woman who was not sure if she was in her 30s or 40s. I can still remember that face with thick foundation even in such a dim light, and the blood-red mouth smiling with thick makeup. It was as scary as it could be. I'm afraid I'll dream about it when I go to bed later. In fact, I have always been a relatively obedient girl, a little timid,
I had no idea who she was, so I kept silent. The intermission was over and the saxophone song "Going Home" started playing. A tall and handsome guy in a white suit came over and asked me to dance. I quickly stood up, wondering if she was gay or if she thought my butt was elastic when pinched. He pinched it once and then pinched it a second time. What a joke.

That handsome guy gave people a good feeling. There was a faint smell on his body, not perfume, but the scent of masculine hormones. The most charming thing was that refreshing body fragrance. I always felt so, but he just kept his head high, a very standard posture, not like the other men in the dance hall who always took the girl into his arms from the beginning. Normally, I hate that kind of thing, but I was in a bad mood that day, and I felt that he made people doubt their charm. I thought to myself, seeing you like that, I don’t believe I can’t deal with you.

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