My real experience with my boyfriend (celebrity adult novel)

My boyfriend's real experience

First Night

I met my current boyfriend through other friends. Basically, I don’t like to hang out, so I rarely have the chance to make new friends. I guess meeting him was just a coincidence. I had a few boyfriends before that, but they were all “casual acquaintances”, probably because they were young or I didn’t like them that much, so until I met my current boyfriend…

About half a year after we knew each other, I went to his house to spend the night for the first time. No one said anything that day. I crawled into bed and watched TV first. I had just taken a shower and was only wearing a tank top and underwear. Although the weather was very hot, I couldn't help feeling a little nervous, so I took a thin blanket and covered myself with it. He came in after taking a shower, also wearing only a pair of underwear. I didn't know where to look, so I stared at the TV. I think I blushed. He sat on the bed, pinched my nose, and smiled, "What's there to be embarrassed about?"

I was still watching TV stupidly, pretending I knew nothing. We chatted for a few words at first, and within a short while, he came over to me restlessly, supported his upper body and lay on me, and kissed me. My heart was pounding. Although I was mentally prepared, I was at a loss when it really started.

He lifted up my vest, and my entire chest was exposed in front of him. I closed my eyes and didn't dare look at him. I also didn't want him to see my expression, so I had to turn my head to the side, my heart was pounding. He began to gently rub my breasts. Suddenly, I felt my nipples were hot and wet. I looked at them in panic and found that he was rubbing them with his tongue. A feeling I had never experienced before gradually spread through my body...

His hands were wandering all over my body, from my cheeks to my neck, from my breasts to my lower abdomen. I dared not move, not knowing what he would do next. Under his touch, I felt my body getting hotter and hotter, and I felt dizzy. He lay on top of me, panting in my ear, and said, "Wife, you are so soft." Then he hugged me tightly, almost making me breathless. Then I felt something hard pressing against my lower abdomen. My face turned red and my ears became hot, which made me even more embarrassed.

He took off his underwear and mine, then pressed on me again, sealing my lips with his mouth, entangled with our tongues, and we snuggled up to each other tightly, suppressing moans in my throat, trying hard not to scream. He seemed to sense it and said, "If you want to scream, scream out, it's okay." As he said that, one hand reached between my legs...

His fingers first moved outside, then tentatively moved inside. I immediately tensed up, as if sand had gotten into my eyes. I tried to escape, but he was so strong that I had to endure it. His movements were gentle and slow. Gradually, the uncomfortable feeling disappeared and waves of heat radiated from my private parts. I couldn't bear it anymore and let out a cry.

After a while, he got off me with difficulty. I looked at him at a loss. He touched me below. I trembled all over and shouted, "Don't look, it's ugly." He smiled and said, "Wife, you look very beautiful." As he said that, he reached out to spread my legs apart. I don't know if it was out of fear or shyness as it was my first time, but I resisted a little. He came over and whispered in my ear, "Don't be afraid, relax. Look, it's all wet." As he said that, he put his fingers in front of me, and sure enough, they were all wet. I blushed so much that I wished I could find a place to hide in.

He stopped, glanced at the head of the bed, and asked, "Honey, can we not use condoms?" I looked at him in surprise, hesitating, "But..." He went on, "Because it's your first time, it's better not to use those things. Otherwise, how can you feel me?" I thought about it and said nothing, which was considered as my agreement.

I lay flat on the bed with my legs apart, my heart beating faster. He pressed his chest against my breasts, I heard his rapid breathing, his hot breath in my ears. The hard object pressed against my private parts, moving up and down. I closed my eyes and grabbed his shoulders desperately. Maybe it was his first time so he couldn't find the right place, and he couldn't get in after rubbing for a long time. He had to hold it gently with his hand and put it to my vaginal opening, slowly inserting his penis into the vagina. I only felt a hot thing beginning to pierce my body. He slowed down and asked, "Does it hurt?" I was embarrassed to speak, so I just shook my head.

He continued to press forward. The opening of my vagina was stinging and it felt so swollen and uncomfortable inside. The feeling became twice as intense with every advance. I finally cried out in pain. He stopped immediately and said with heartache, "Does it hurt? Then let's not do it." I looked at his concerned eyes and suddenly felt warm in my heart. I tried to smile and just said, "It's okay."

So, he continued cautiously, not rushing to go in. One hand began to rub the small clitoris in front. The waves of numbness made my vaginal fluid flow out again. The painful moans were gradually replaced by pleasant gasps. I almost lost consciousness. Although I still felt swollen and painful, it was much better than before. Suddenly, he lowered his waist and rushed in all at once. I was unprepared and it hurt so much that tears were about to fall.

For a long time, we didn't move. He kissed me gently and said, "Honey, I'm going in." I didn't look at him, but just hummed faintly. He began to thrust slowly, my body swaying back and forth with his movements, his penis going in and out of my body, my vagina was filled up, I could hear the sound of skin hitting each other, it was very gentle at first, gradually it became faster and faster, I could not control my body, I didn't know whether the feeling was pain or pleasure.

He increased the frequency of his thrusts. I was trembling all over, grabbing his arms, and moaning unconsciously. He responded to me with more intense actions, pulling out his penis until only the glans was inside each time, and then thrusting it all the way in. "Honey, you're so tight inside," I was tearful and speechless, with a large area wet down there.

Just like that, I don't know how many times he thrusted, he suddenly said hurriedly, "Honey, I'm going to cum", reached out to grab my breasts, and squeezed them with almost brutal force, and the movements of his waist became more and more violent, and I could hardly bear it. After all, it was my first time, and the feeling of pain and discomfort did not go away. I had to shout, "Honey, no...", but every time he didn't wait for me to finish my words, he pushed up hard, as if there was a blockage in my throat, I could only open my mouth and scream "ahhh".

Finally, he stopped completely, stuffed his dick into my pussy tightly, and pushed his body forward. After a while, with a low moan of unusual satisfaction, he lay on top of me, motionless.

I felt his heart beating rapidly and his entire weight was on me. My whole body was numb, especially my private parts, from where I could clearly feel waves of pain. We were both calm for a while before he propped himself up and deliberately looked me up and down. I started to blush again and wanted to run away from his sight, but I was held tightly in his strong arms.

"Bad guy, let me go."

"How can I let it go? My little dick is still being held by my wife." He smiled and moved his face closer.

"Then take it out." I was both angry and amused.

"Hey, why is it still hard? We can do it again."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry and could only beg for mercy.

After a while, he finally pulled out his treasure and cleaned it up. "It seems a little red and swollen. I'm sorry, honey. I was too hard just now." He carefully checked me and wiped it gently with the tissue he prepared in advance. On the white color, I saw a touch of crimson spreading...

"It's okay, there isn't much bleeding. Does it still hurt?"

I shook my head, snuggled into his arms, smelled his scent, and suddenly felt some strange emotions, so I buried my head in his chest and didn't say anything.

"What's wrong?" He lifted my face and asked anxiously, "Does it still hurt?"

"No, it's just... a little embarrassing." I smiled embarrassedly.

"Little fool, why are you embarrassed? You are mine." He said arrogantly in my ear.

Maybe this is how it is between men and women. After their body temperatures are equal, they each have their own concerns.

Part 2 Climax

Ever since the first time with my boyfriend, he no longer hides his desires. After he broke my virginity that day, I woke up in the middle of the night and did it again. Later, I got up to take a shower, and when I was walking, I felt something strange down there and could hardly take a step.

To be honest, I didn't know anything at that time, and I didn't quite understand what the so-called male sexual impulse was. At home, he wanted me to wear only a vest and underwear. Anyway, the weather was very hot, so I didn't mind it too much. But in this way, I was really defenseless and gave him the opportunity to attack at any time.

The next day, I was washing dishes in the kitchen. He was talking to me and suddenly he hugged me from behind, holding my breasts with both hands and squeezing them gently. At first, he did it through my vest, but soon he slid in skillfully and teased my nipples with his whole palm. I felt my legs go weak and I could clearly feel his swollen cock against my buttocks. "No, I'm washing dishes." I twisted my body, not knowing that this gave him greater stimulation. He intensified and pushed my butt with his big cock, saying, "Your nipples are protruding too, are you comfortable?" I felt a little dizzy and could only support the sink with my hands to prevent myself from sliding down.

Her face flushed again and her breathing became rapid. He used one of his free hands to slide down my abdomen into my panties, and with the other hand he guided me to touch his penis. I immediately jumped back as if I had been electrocuted. Although I had done it twice with him, I had never formally seen his penis, let alone touched it. He would not let me escape and grabbed my hand and put it on again. I don't know when he actually pulled his panties down, allowing me to directly touch his enlarged penis.

I was facing the pool and couldn't see anything. I just felt dizzy and excited because of his tickling. I held his penis in my hand, which was so hot. I climbed up along the thick and hard cock and felt a circle of soft thing. I heard that the most sensitive part of a man is here. I curiously pinched it with my fingers, gently rubbing and drawing circles with my fingertips, holding it and moving it up and down.

He was not idle either. One hand reached into my panties and slid along the base of my thighs to the cleft, rubbing inside and out. Occasionally, he spread my labia and deliberately touched the small flower buds in front. The other hand climbed onto my breasts and teased the already erect nipples.

In the kitchen, rapid breathing intertwined, I suddenly felt a sticky wetness on my fingers, the hot breath he exhaled lingered around my ears, and he said, "You little rascal, you've made your husband wet", I giggled, he pretended to be angry, "Don't laugh, the same to you", and then inserted a finger into me without any preparation, I couldn't help but scream, and couldn't support my body anymore, I collapsed in his arms.

Although it was just a finger, it was quite a stimulation for me as a virgin.

"Not here, take it... take it out." I begged him.

He didn't say anything, but kissed my neck and shoulders, and continued to thrust his fingers in and out, shaking rhythmically as he did so.

"Husband, don't... don't do this..." I was too weak to struggle and could only gasp.

"Do you want it?" His hard cock pressed against my butt through my panties, teasing me continuously.

"No...ah...ah...ah..." Some liquid kept pouring out from below, and I gradually couldn't control myself anymore.

Suddenly, just when things were getting exciting, the doorbell rang loudly. He immediately stopped what he was doing, but still held me. The ringing of the doorbell continued. He cursed in a low voice, "Damn it, who is it?", then reluctantly let go and put on his pants.

I let out a long sigh and quickly ran to the room. I usually wear very little at home, so if someone comes, I usually stay in the bedroom and watch TV or change clothes before going out. I heard him open the door outside. It seemed like he was a friend who lived nearby. Maybe they wanted to chat for a while. I didn't want to go out, so I curled up in bed and turned on the TV.

Thinking of the scene just now, I still blush and my heart beats fast. I lay on the pillow and tried to stretch myself. Last night, I gave myself to him on this bed. It’s hard to describe how I feel. I really love him. He is mature, strong, considerate, and treats me better than he treats himself. I can’t find a reason to reject him. I am not a conservative woman. I feel that if two people truly love each other, these things are natural. Isn’t true love true love plus sex?

However, having heard too many sad stories of women, I am afraid in my heart that no one can guarantee that they will be with the one they love forever. Forever is too far away, so far that no one dares to say it out loud easily. His life is so different from mine. If it weren't for that coincidence, maybe we would have just continued our own stories in two different worlds, with no intersection and no meeting. Is this really fate? I can only hope that God will not give me a man with whom I am not destined to be, that would be too cruel.

When I woke up in the morning, I looked at him sleeping and breathing evenly. I lay on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. I felt so at ease. But how long can I stay in his life like this?

As I was thinking, my nose actually felt a little sour. At this moment, a familiar arm wrapped around me and gently called me, "Wife." I turned my head and responded with a smile, but I couldn't hide the tears that had just welled up in the corners of my eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's okay." I quickly wiped away my tears and put on a bright smile.

"Did I do something wrong and make you angry?" he said a little anxiously.

"No, you're fine. I was just imagining things... Is he gone?"

"Let's go. What are you thinking about? Tell me." He changed his position, half lying on the bed, holding me in his chest.

"Nothing...just..." I didn't want to say it, I didn't want to ruin our happiness.

"Tell me anything, don't worry about it." He stroked my hair gently and placed a light kiss on my forehead.

"...I don't know how long we can be together." As soon as the words came out of my mouth, they were like a spell, and I finally couldn't help but shed tears.

"I will miss you so much..." I continued sobbing and hugged him tightly.

I felt him respond with a stronger hug, calling me "little fool" softly.

He wiped my tears, looked into my eyes, and said word by word, "Shall we get married?"

I stood there in a daze. I didn't expect that he would give me this answer.

He continued, "When you graduate, we'll get married and never separate, okay?"

Forever, he was talking about forever.

I don’t know, I don’t know whether I should believe it or not. I cried, not because I was sad, but because I had no choice but to doubt the reality.

Husband, how I want to trust you without reservation.

"Trust me." He seemed to sense my uneasiness and held me in his arms.

I felt his body temperature, his scent, and the suffocating tenderness in his strong arms.

"Starting from last night, you should trust me completely." His tone was almost commanding.

I closed my eyes and could only feel his breath.

"You are mine, understand? I don't allow anyone to touch you except me." He hugged me, wishing we could be each other's flesh and blood.

I nodded and kissed him on the lips for the first time.

Oh God, if I'm wrong, give me a chance to continue to be wrong.

He responded enthusiastically and pulled me onto him. Perhaps it was the previous comfort, we quickly got into the mood. His cock became hard in a short while, and I was wet down there. Our bodies were entangled together and kissed passionately. He quickly took off his underwear, but just pushed my pants aside, just revealing the small mouth of my vagina. He supported my waist and said, "Honey, come on, sit on it." I secretly glanced at his cock, which was unceremoniously tilted upwards, almost level with his lower abdomen. It was the first time I saw his erect penis at such a close distance, and my heart beat faster and faster.

"I...I can't..." I stammered.

"It's okay. I'll teach you. Just hold it."

I reached out my trembling hand and grabbed his cock. A warmth spread from my palm. It was his body temperature.

"Aim there. Yes, that's it."

Because his penis was almost touching my lower abdomen, I thought it was a little difficult to sit down on it, so I had to lean forward slightly and gently lift it up, looking for the entrance to my body. This posture gave him the opportunity to kiss my breasts. He stretched out his tongue and sucked on the already engorged and erect nipples like a leech. I began to moan softly as he licked me. The movements of my hands were completely messed up, and I couldn't get it in even half an inch after a long time. Instead, the vaginal fluid flowed everywhere, and my panties were all wet.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry. On the contrary, he seemed to enjoy my helplessness and said, "Wife, you scream so beautifully." I felt hot and itchy all over, so I had to look at him begging for mercy. He immediately understood and guided me to hold his penis again, and with my other hand I groped and found the already wet vagina, "Wife, it's here, put it in, and sit down", I did as he said, pinched his penis, and stuffed it into my vagina, while slowly sinking my body, the feeling of swelling and pain came again, although not as uncomfortable as the previous two times, but it is not so much that the pain has subsided, but rather that I have become familiar with the pain before insertion.

I clenched my teeth and my face turned red. He caressed my face lovingly and said, "Is it uncomfortable? Let me do it. Relax, honey." I nodded, supported his chest with my hands, and panted.

He held my waist with both hands and moved slowly down, while lifting his hips and pushing my whole body up. "Husband...husband..." I grabbed his shoulders in panic. My vagina suddenly became extremely full, and there seemed to be an urge to urinate coming up. His cock filled my entire vagina, and it felt hot and strange. The strange thing was that this time, the feeling of pain disappeared the moment he completely entered my body, and all that was left was excitement and desire.

"Ah......" I couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan from the depths of my throat.

He held my body and moved up and down. My tender pussy was attacked again and again by his thick penis with the weight of my body. Each insertion was deep and heavy. I could hardly balance my body because of him. I was supported by his strong arms. I lowered my head and saw my pussy swallowing his cock. The love juice kept flowing down the vaginal opening, wetting our body hair. I followed his rhythm, screaming louder and louder. Suddenly, the strange feeling from before came back. It seemed like an urge to pee, but with an irresistible trembling.

"Um...ah...husband...husband...", I breathed rapidly, pressing tightly against his chest. For some reason, I felt like a flood had burst the dam down below, and the penis thrusted more and more smoothly.

"Wife, you have so much water, so slippery, so comfortable", he increased his speed with the lubrication of the vaginal fluid, and I began to scream hysterically, my legs tightened, clamping his penis tightly, the feeling quickly accumulated in my vagina, and in an instant, it suddenly broke out uncontrollably, my vagina spasmed violently, it felt like something was gushing out, followed by waves of uncontrollable contractions, I almost fainted, opened my mouth but couldn't scream, everything stopped abruptly.

He stopped at the right time and gently stroked my back as if to comfort me. I felt weak all over and my heart seemed to jump out of my chest. I felt indescribable numbness from head to toe and exhausted. It took a while before I caught my breath. I raised my head and was met with his burning eyes.

"Honey, was the orgasm comfortable?" he asked with a smile. I bit my lip and didn't answer, turning my face away shyly.

He didn't say anything else, but proved his words with actions and started a new round of attack. This time the actions were obviously much more intense. His breathing became heavier and his strength became more brutal. He pushed me up from the bed every time and made me moan continuously. I begged for mercy in my heart. However, I knew he was about to ejaculate, so I endured the dull pain in my private parts and tried my best to cooperate with his actions.

"Wife, I'm cumming inside." He panted, breathing heavily through his nose. After a while, he roared suddenly and finally shot all of his hot semen into my body. My tender pussy wrapped tightly around his cock, and the sticky semen rushed around inside.

We hugged each other like that, no one wanted to move, and no one spoke. We didn't leave each other's bodies and clean up until I felt his cock gradually softening in my vagina and the semen mixed with vaginal fluid slowly slipped out.

"Wife, you screamed so loudly just now. I was screamed out by you." He looked at me with a smile on his face and said.

"I...I didn't..." I pushed him away and deliberately turned over and lay aside.

He came over, hugged me from behind, and whispered in my ear, "I like it. I didn't expect my wife to be so good."

"You're so annoying." I twisted my body in his arms unwillingly, trying to break free.

But he hugged me even tighter, and I had no choice but to snuggle in his arms like a kitten and stop struggling.

I think I'm addicted to his embrace, his scent, his dominance, his tenderness, his love, and I can't quit.

3. Oral Sex

We slept in each other's arms until the dazzling afternoon sun shone through the curtains. I opened my eyes drowsily and found myself sticky and the temperature in the room was high and a little stuffy. I raised my head and touched his chin. It turned out that he had been holding me like this. I rubbed his chest, feeling his gentle breath, and my heart felt warm.

After a while, my head felt groggy and I felt sleepy again, but suddenly I heard him calling me softly.

"Wife, wife."

"Yeah..." I agreed sleepily.

"I'm going to go out and buy you some medicine. Get up, take a shower and go back to sleep."

"Buy medicine?" Then I remembered that I didn't use a condom when I had sex before, and I ejaculated inside her.

"Yeah, what if we have a child?"

“…Then I’ll go too.”

"It's hot outside, just wait for me at home."

"No." I puffed my cheeks and clung to him, refusing to let go. "Or you can't go either."

"Haha, okay, then let's take a shower together and then go out together."

"Who wants to take a shower with you?" I pushed him away with a pout, "You big pervert."

"It's a perfect match. You're a little pervert. You were so wet down there at that time that the people next door could hear you."

"Ah...you..." My face turned red and I quickly covered his mouth with my hands, making him laugh.

We whispered in each other's ears in bed for a while, and finally my husband gave in. In his own words, if we took a shower together, we would not be able to leave the house. So we went into the bathroom and cleaned ourselves up. We immediately felt refreshed and all sleepiness was gone.

He held my waist all the way. If two people stuck together in such hot weather, others would definitely think we were crazy. But doesn’t Karen Mok have a song called "Love is So Great"? Maybe that's what it meant. I remember that day, we were standing on the busy street and kissing as if no one was around, which attracted the attention of passers-by.

After buying the medicine, we ran to the supermarket for some shopping and returned home with two large bags full of snacks. After returning home and taking the medicine, I snuggled on the sofa, poured out all the snacks, and wondered which one to eat first. He was busy going in and out cutting watermelon. Later, he saw me lying on the coffee table, looking around among the pile of snacks, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Wife, why are you like a child?" He came over and hugged my waist and dug me out from the pile of snacks.

I held a bag of squid in my hand to protest, pretending to be pitiful, "How can you separate me from them?"

When he heard that, he laughed so hard that he bit my face twice and said, "Wife, you are so cute."

We were making a mess on the sofa, and suddenly, I felt that his lower body seemed to be hard again.

"Ah, you..." I quickly pushed him away with a red face, "It has happened many times since last night."

"Don't worry about him, it's a physiological phenomenon." He let me sit on his lap and just hugged me without any excessive movements.

Only then did I lean on him with confidence, enjoying his strong chest. We chatted, laughed, and talked about everything, and somehow we got to the subject of pregnancy, and he said, what if we get pregnant? I shook my head helplessly. There was no other choice but to abort it. He immediately said, no, aborting the first child is very harmful to the body, and at that time... Suddenly, the air in the room became stiff. He realized his slip of the tongue and remained silent, leaving both of them speechless.

This is the grudge between us, like a thorn in my heart.

A long time ago, he had a girl he really liked and they dated for several years. I don’t know why they broke up, but he made her pregnant. I don't mind that he is experienced in sex, and I don't mind that his ex-girlfriends can get together to play mahjong, but it is really hard for me to let go of the fact that she once had his child.

He exhaled, moved his body, and said, "I'm going to cook, you watch TV for a while."

"Yeah." I stood up, unwilling to let the awkward atmosphere continue.

Watching him walk into the kitchen, I lost my appetite. Even the snacks on the table couldn't stimulate my appetite. Sigh... It happened a long time ago, why should I care so much? I don't know what was going on in my mind that I cared so much, even to the point that my brain cells automatically deleted the memory. If he hadn't mentioned it, I would never have remembered it again.

"You're jealous." I suddenly remembered what a close friend blurted out when I told her about this.

Jealous? Why? Is it something to be envied to get pregnant with a child that cannot be conceived and then be forced to have an abortion? I don't think so, that would be a nightmare! The only explanation I could come up with was that it was his child, he was once obsessed with that woman, he made her suffer the greatest physical and psychological pain as a woman, he should feel guilty towards her, and she would remember this man all her life.

This thought almost drove me crazy and I didn't want to share him and his emotions with anyone in any form. Maybe, in a way, I am as possessive as he is.

Walking into the kitchen, I looked at his back, stretched out my hands, and hugged him tightly from behind.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

I didn't say anything, just leaned my face against his broad back, letting his body temperature slowly penetrate into my body.

He put down the work in his hands, and it was as if time had stopped. The two of us just stood there, leaning against each other.

"Wife, do you think I'm okay?" After a long time, he was the first to break the silence.

"good."

"Do you regret being with me?"

"No regrets." I answered firmly.

I heard him take a deep breath, then turned around and held me in his arms.

"I've never met a girl like you."

"You will never meet anyone who loves you as much as I do."

In the city, as night falls, a number of complicated stories are quietly unfolding.

After dinner, my mood had mostly recovered. I am an emotional person, so emotions come and go quickly. If I say I don’t remember them, I will immediately forget them. After washing up, we leaned on the sofa and watched an extremely boring Hong Kong movie. He put his hand around my shoulder and occasionally rolled up a bunch of hair and made circles. As the saying goes, food and sex are part of human nature. After eating and drinking, our minds were not on the TV.

As expected, after a while, his hand moved down intentionally or unintentionally, and seemed to brush across my chest. I leaned on his shoulder and pretended to watch TV wholeheartedly. When he saw that I didn't react, he suddenly lifted up the whole vest with his big hand, and a pair of breasts popped out, exposed in the dim light. I screamed and immediately tore off my clothes. I really didn't expect him to have such a trick.

"Bad guy." I looked at his smirk and bit my lip.

"I thought my wife was obsessed with watching TV."

"Then you can't..."

"Can't what? If I can't, who else can..." He put his hands around my waist and placed them on my plump buttocks.

"Hateful." I felt the warmth of his palms moving around restlessly.

"Do you still dislike it?" He bit my earlobe gently and rubbed his already hard penis against my pubic bone.

My cheeks felt slightly hot and my heartbeat quickened. He kissed my lips, cheeks, breasts, and abdomen, but all of them were as gliding as a dragonfly skimming the water. I couldn't scream or hide, so I could only twist my body restlessly under his body, and let out uncontrollable slight moans from my throat. Perhaps my reaction aroused his lust. I saw the desire in his eyes, and a ball of desire swelled up. He wanted me.

Sure enough, he couldn't wait to pull off my panties, took out his cock, and pushed it against the entrance of my wet pussy. I groaned, closed my eyes and waited for his exploration. The strange thing was that he didn't seem to want to go in right away. He kept lingering at the entrance of the flower room, just rubbing my two labia and the slightly trembling buds in front with his glans. After a while, I felt wet down there, and it felt like millions of ants were crawling in my vagina, making it itchy and unbearable. My moans almost turned into sobs, and my body felt indescribably empty. I wanted him to come in.

"No, wait a minute." He suddenly climbed up from me and walked towards the room. When he came out, I saw a thin layer of thing covered on his penis, and then I finally understood. He climbed up my body again, his weight and heat made me let out a satisfied sigh involuntarily. I hugged him and opened my legs slightly. Without hesitation, he went straight to my heart. My pussy was already flooded with juice, but maybe because I had just lost my virginity not long ago, it was still a little awkward when entering. I frowned and gritted my teeth to endure it.

As soon as the vagina swallowed his glans, he felt a strong burning sensation. If he moved slightly, the burning sensation spread to his limbs and bones. It hurt! it hurts! It's even worse than the night of defloration, several times worse! I couldn't feel anything anymore except pain. I opened my eyes and looked at him in panic. He seemed to see something on my face and asked anxiously, "Honey, what's wrong? You look so ugly."

"It hurts..." I answered him almost in tears.

"How could this happen?" He stopped thrusting, looked down at the place where we were connected, and slowly moved back and forth twice.

"Ah...no...husband, it really hurts..." I screamed, and this time it really hurt so much that I cried.

He was terrified and quickly comforted her, "Honey, bear with it, I'll take it out first."

I nodded in agreement and held on to his shoulders until a few red marks were left, and then he left my body. The burning sensation in my vagina has subsided a lot, but I still feel scared. He put his head under my crotch and used his fingers to open my tightly closed flesh hole, carefully examining it. After a while, he reached out and took off the condom, saying, "I see, it's all because of this thing. Your hymen was just broken and there is still a wound. The lubricant on this thing stained it inside, so it hurts so much."

I heaved a sigh of relief. I didn't know what to do in this situation. I saw him take off the condom and thought he would continue. But he just sat on the sofa and helped me up. I looked at him puzzled. He gently wiped away the tears from my eyes and said, "I'm sorry. I hurt you. Let's take a few days off until you feel better inside."

"But..." I looked down at his penis, still standing proudly, with no sign of discouragement at all.

"It's okay, just bear with it." He patted my head.

My heart was warmed and I lowered my head in silence. Maybe I was grateful for his care, maybe I felt sorry for his patience, or maybe it was the naked visual stimulation. In short, for some reason, I stretched out my hands and held his hot penis.

"Wife?" His body trembled slightly and he looked at me in surprise.

I held his precious eggs in one hand and placed the other hand on the smooth, tender and soft glans. I took out two fingers and gently rubbed and circled them. At the same time, the hand slowly moved from the testicles to the swollen penis, carefully stroking it up and down. He didn't ask any more questions. I only heard his gradually heavy breathing and his gentle call, "Wife... Wife..."

Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of satisfaction surged in my heart. Although he did not enter my body or even touch any sensitive organs, I felt a kind of pleasure flowing through my limbs. My cheeks were burning, and in a state of confusion, I leaned over and took his glans into my mouth.

"Ah..." He hummed softly, seeming to be extremely comfortable. At the same time, I felt a salty and wet feeling in my mouth. It was his obscene fluid. I was immediately encouraged and used my tongue to tease the depression on the top of his cock and lick the sensitive glans. No one had ever taught me this, nor had I ever done this. I just did my best to make the man I loved feel comfortable. Perhaps, to some extent, satisfying men is a woman's talent.

But it was my first time after all, and my movements were unfamiliar. My teeth might have occasionally scratched his cock, and there was no way I could get the penis in any further. I felt my throat tightening after swallowing less than half of it. So, I used both hands to stroke the rest of the cock back and forth, and from time to time I let my tongue wrap around the base like a water snake to the urethra, and gradually, I felt his violent reaction. I quickly wrapped his penis tightly with the walls of my mouth, sucking it rapidly, while gently squeezing the two balls below with my hands.

I watched his thick, engorged cock going in and out of my mouth, it was shiny and glistening from being covered in saliva. My tongue moved flexibly around in the moist, narrow space, stimulating his most tender parts and arousing his desire that was about to explode.

Suddenly, he reached out and pressed my head, as if he wanted to let the penis in more, but he didn't dare to use too much force. I understood and tried to open my mouth, trying to push it in with all my strength. Suddenly, he growled, "Wife, I'm going to cum." Before I could react, I felt several strong hot currents hitting the back of my throat. His cock jumped slightly in my mouth a few times and then it became quiet.

I made him cum for the first time using my mouth.

With my mouth full of semen, I looked up and saw his chest heaving violently. What to do next? My mind went blank. He quickly sat up, put the ashtray in front of me, held my chin, and said, "Spit it out quickly." I did as he said and watched the sticky white liquid dripping down my lips. Oh my God, there was so much.

After cleaning up, he pulled me into his arms, gave me an infinitely gentle kiss, and asked, "Don't you feel sick?"

"Never thought about it." I shook my head.

"Why?"

I stroked his angular chin and said slowly, "Because I love you."

"Wife..." He hugged me tightly to his chest, almost making it hard for me to breathe.

"I love you, too." His magnetic voice lingered in my ears. I was unable to think and could only enjoy his almost rough hug.

Through the window, I saw a bright moon in the sky. It is often said that when the moon is full, families reunite. My dear, tell me, how much time do we have left? My favorite song came on TV. Listening to it, my heart shattered like glass.

I am obviously happy, why am I so sad?

IV. Infringement

For a whole month, we were inseparable. Apart from eating, sleeping and playing, we also had crazy sex every day. I love him expanding and thrusting inside my body, hearing his final satisfied growl, and especially the moment when his hot, hard penis enters my private parts. It is an indescribable feeling of ecstasy.

He said that sexual harmony affects the feelings between two people. I think I can understand it a little bit. Only when you make love with love can you get the most enjoyment. After each passion, I find myself more and more dependent on him. Recalling his strong desire before, and the attachment of holding me in his arms and not wanting to let go at this moment, he loves me, and I am satisfied.

He has been living alone. During the one month we have been together, only a cousin Haizi, with whom he has a good relationship, would come to visit occasionally. I laughed at him for being lonely, but he retorted seriously that he knew you were coming to live with me, so he told those messy friends not to bother me unless they had nothing to do, otherwise we wouldn't have so much time to be alone. Although I couldn't win the argument with him, I was secretly happy in my heart.

After dinner that day, Haizi came again, his face flushed and in a good mood. I greeted him and went back to my room to watch TV on the bed. I could vaguely hear what they were talking about, but I didn't know if they would mention me. Driven by curiosity, I simply muted the TV and listened carefully.

"Fuck, that girl is so exciting. It took me a month to sleep with her, but it was fucking worth it." I knew it was Haizi's voice that was so excited that he didn't know what to do. I curled my lips, I didn't expect that the topic would be like this.

"You're having a good time, kid."

"Haha, it's okay. She looks slutty in normal times, and even sluttier in bed. I'll do whatever you want."

"You tell me, look at you."

"Hey, you know what? She doesn't have much hair down there, so it feels good when I fuck her. I can see it clearly when I go in and out. She's wet, too, and she moans so lewdly. When I thrust into her, her expression was as if no one had fucked her for hundreds of years. In the end, I let her swallow it. But her tits aren't big, and when she lies flat, she's like an airport. Alas, that's the only flaw."

"It's good enough to have a pussy for you to fuck, but you're so picky."

"Damn, am I that bad? ...Hey, how are you?"

"What's up?"

"Don't play dumb. The thing in your room is hidden every day. Are you afraid of seeing people?"

When I heard them mention me, my heart skipped a beat. The previous conversation was so explicit, I really didn't know what he would say about me next.

"That's it, what else can I do?"

"Tsk, tits, ass, tell me more."

"As a woman, I have my front, my right, and my back. What's there to say?"

There was a sudden silence in the living room. I leaned forward and continued to try to eavesdrop.

"Boss, are you serious?" Haizi's voice seemed to have lost its previous teasing. "In the past, we brothers would always talk endlessly about the women we slept with, but this time you are so tight-lipped. Are you reluctant? Don't tell me you want to marry her."

"She's a good girl. What's wrong with marrying her?"

"She is nice, but you are not a child anymore, and she is still a girl. How can such a young thing know what marriage means? She likes you now, but what about in the future? Girls of their age change easily. By then, I am afraid that you will waste your time and lose your wife."

"We'll talk about the future later."

"Brother, think it through. She can't be with you every day now. She will go back in a few days. There are mountains and seas over there. How can you know what she will do? Even if she won't do anything to let you down, are you worried about her being out there alone? You'll be worried to death every day. Besides, do you really want to stay pure for her? Fuck."

Hearing this, I turned up the volume on the TV, deliberately drowning out his answer.

Everyone knows that reality is insurmountable. Since we are powerless to create miracles, escape may be the only way to be happy.

As for his words "Let's get married", although I was touched, I can only regard it as a poison that keeps me addicted. Although I can't see the future, at least we are still together now, right?

Later they chatted for a long time, and I was no longer in the mood to listen to what they were talking about. After about an hour, he came in and said, "Wife, Haizi has a show with his friends tonight and asked if we want to go. We don't have anything to do at home, so why don't we go together?" Well, maybe the fresh air is good for my confused brain, so I quickly agreed, changed my clothes and followed them out. Along the way, Haizi kept giving me a wicked grin and calling me sister-in-law, which made me feel embarrassed.

Later I found out that the so-called evening show was just a group of grown men drinking in a pub opened by a friend.

A fat man with a greasy face sat opposite me, discussing the historical issues of human reproduction with Haizi. The flesh on his chin trembled from time to time, and his smile made waves like several layers of water. Half of the beer box on his ground was empty; next to Haizi, a heavily made-up woman was drinking quietly, occasionally coming over to express her opinion, and her right hand was always on Haizi's thigh without leaving; I suddenly regretted my decision to go out and relax, looked at him beside me, and chatted with his friends next to him.

Maybe this is how men entertain themselves, I thought to myself. He has been with me for a month, it might be nice for him to go out and have some fun. Otherwise, his friends will definitely think he has disappeared from the face of the earth. I was bored and had to drink glass of juice after glass. The result of pouring a large amount of liquid into the stomach is - running to the toilet constantly.

The lights in the pub might be for cats. After several attempts, I was finally able to find the door to the women's restroom with relative ease. Outside, the music was deafening and the voices were noisy, but perhaps the restroom was relatively quiet, at least without the choking smell of smoke. I was standing in front of the sink, fixing my hair, when suddenly, the door opened with a bang. It was more like it was knocked open by some huge body than opened. At the same time, a smell of alcohol hit me in the face - it was actually that fat guy.

His eyes were half open and half closed, and he held the door handle with both hands to prevent himself from sitting on the ground, and his face was as red as if he had been painted. Why did he end up in the ladies' room? Looking at his dazed appearance, I guessed that he was extremely drunk. I didn't remember his name, but we were friends after all, so I walked over and tried to help him up, saying, "You've gone the wrong way, go out first, someone will be here soon." He raised his head as if trying to identify me, and after a long time he mumbled, "Oh... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Hehe, don't be offended, little sister, burp..." I suppressed the pungent smell of alcohol and tried my best to help him up. In fact, he probably got up by himself, with his weight, I really didn't have the ability to do that.

"Or I'll go call them." I said as I prepared to open the door and go out.

"Burp... um... okay... who to call?" He suddenly grabbed my arm from behind, and my throat suddenly surged. I was shocked, but couldn't dodge, and a mouthful of vomit all sprayed on my neck. The sour and smell hit my nose, and I felt so disgusted that I almost vomited. I immediately shook off his hand in disgust, walked to the sink, bent down and tried my best to clean the dirt on the front of my collar, but I didn't know that while pulling the collar, most of my spring scenery was exposed in the mirror.

Thinking back on it, maybe everything started from that time.

In fact, it is a little difficult for me to recall this incident now. It is not that I am deliberately avoiding it or finding it difficult to talk about it, but it has been selectively forgotten in my mind for a long time. When I think about it now, I just feel that everything happened too fast and too unbelievable.

I only remember that he held me and threw me against the wall. I never knew a drunk man could have so much strength. That throw made me speechless for a long time and I couldn't utter a syllable. By the time I was able to speak, he had already clamped my mouth tightly, making it almost impossible for me to breathe. It was also the first time I tasted real fear.

He pressed me down, pressing my body against the wall, and pinched my chest. I struggled desperately, but his weight and strength made me unable to move. All my screams were strangled in my throat. I could only tremble under his body. Tears welled up in my eyes immediately, and my mind went blank. Not me! How could it be me! This is impossible! My man is still outside chatting and laughing with others, how could I be bullied by his friends here? ! I sobbed, hoping that this was all just an illusion, a nightmare. Someone come and save me and let me wake up quickly!

He pinched my chin, put his mouth close to me, and bit my lips with a foul smell. I kicked him and scratched him, but all my efforts were futile. At this moment, I was like a lamb to be slaughtered. I didn't know what else I could do except cry and tremble. He was not satisfied. One hand reached into my shirt from somewhere, lifted my bra, and began to rub my breasts unscrupulously. The hairs on my back crawled along my spine. In a trance, I remembered what he once said to me:

"You are mine, understand? I won't let anyone touch you except me."

I wish I could die right now.

He squeezed my breasts roughly and pinched my nipples hard, as if he was playing with me like a toy. I couldn't breathe or scream, and the sweat from my struggle soaked my clothes. His hands moved more and more violently, and I could hear his breathing, like a wild animal panting in my ear. A big, greasy hand lifted the hem of my skirt, slid up my thigh, stopped on my pubic bone, and wiped it vigorously through my sweat-soaked panties. The hairs on my body stood up.

husband……

I used all my strength to try to stop him, but all I got was an even more brutal attack. He tore off my panties, forcefully separated my legs with one foot, and rubbed my vagina. I wailed almost in despair. His mouth blocked my lips tightly, preventing me from making any sound; and his fingers began to move in and out of my vagina awkwardly. I trembled and stood on tiptoe to avoid his hand, but he pushed me down. He attacked from top to bottom, and the finger that had already entered my body was stirring around inside.

Can someone help me? Why is no one coming in? Anyone can help me...husband...husband...

Tears were flowing wildly, pain and humiliation were the only things I could feel, I had almost lost my last bit of strength, and with my breath almost out of my mouth I realized he was pointing his ugly penis at my vagina, I widened my eyes and howled wildly in my heart, No! Don't come in! Maybe he had been holding it in for too long, or maybe the stimulation of the penis made him get too excited. In any case, he suddenly opened his mouth and breathed heavily.

The cry in my throat finally broke out and I started to scream miserably. I don't remember what I shouted, how much time had passed, or whether he actually inserted his penis into my body. I only know that he suddenly left me, and I lost my balance and slid down the wall to the ground, curling up at the foot of the wall.

Everything in the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with me. I closed my eyes, buried my head in my trembling arms, and rejected all sounds.

Suddenly, a pair of hands climbed onto my shoulders again, and I immediately became like a frightened deer, screaming, dodging, kicking, and begging for mercy incoherently, "No, don't come over, don't..." The pain from the hands clamping me made me sober up a lot. Through my blurry vision, I saw a face, distorted with anger, pale in complexion, and with a heart-wrenching pain in its eyes. I stood there in a daze for a long time before I squeezed out two words from my teeth, "Husband".

This shout made me burst into tears and I felt so ashamed that I wanted to throw myself into his arms, but I didn’t dare. I don’t know if it was because of the dirt on my body or the filth in my mind. I could only look at him and cry.

He stood up shakily, took off the only shirt on his body and wrapped it around my body. I didn't want him to see me in such a miserable state, so I bit my lips, hid in the corner and sobbed. "Don't look at me, please don't look at me!"

I didn't have the courage to face anyone's gaze, so I hid my face behind my curled legs. I could only hear some dull crashing sounds, someone wailing, someone yelling, something breaking, something spilling all over the floor...

I really don't have much impression of what happened next.

The only thing I could remember clearly that night was his bloodshot eyes and tears that I had never seen before.

Part Five: Gathering and Dispersing

When I woke up early in the morning, I opened my eyes with difficulty. For a few seconds, I really thought that last night was just a dream. It was not until I saw him beside me, awake all night with bloodshot eyes, that I realized that all that had really happened.

I felt vaguely itchy on my back and reached out to scratch it, but he grabbed my hand and said, "Don't scratch it, you're hurt." I was stunned for a moment and glanced at the back of his hand, which was covered with scrapes and cracks. He was the one who gave me a bath last night, and these wounds had been soaked in water for a long time, so they were red and swollen. I stroked the dried blood and a tear fell on it.

"Don't cry, you've been crying all night, and I..." He didn't say anything else, and his hand holding mine trembled slightly.

In fact, I didn't want to cry. I didn't even notice the tears flowing down my face. My mind was in a mess. I looked up and saw his bearded chin. For a moment, I racked my brains and didn't know what to say.

It’s better to forget it, from the beginning to now, I have forgotten everything. I have traveled thousands of miles to find you, not for an ending like this.

"Actually...it's nothing...don't worry..." I actually tried to comfort him.

"What do you mean nothing?!" He suddenly got angry and shook off my hand. The ashtray beside the bed fell to the ground. After the loud noise, the room became eerily quiet.

He was mean to me. He had never been mean to me before. Why was he mean to me at this time? ! I looked at the cigarette butts scattered on the ground, met his puzzled eyes, my heart was stabbed with pain, I cried aggrievedly, turned around and was about to run out, he panicked, hugged me quickly, and said incoherently, "No, I didn't mean it like that... I didn't mean to... I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

I refused to listen to anything and cried like a madman, pushing him and hiding from him. My eyes were swollen and my voice was hoarse. I didn't know if I was venting the pain of last night or punishing him for his anger just now. I knew very well that tears were the greatest torture for him at this moment, but I just cried heartlessly. He said nothing, but just held me tightly until I was tired and exhausted, and then I lay weakly in his arms and sobbed softly.

"Why are you so mean to me...why..." I muttered to myself absentmindedly.

"No...you don't understand." His voice was filled with pain. "...I'm fucking outside...outside..."

He couldn't continue. He held me tightly with one hand and stroked my head again and again with the other hand, as if trying to comfort me. However, even he couldn't calm down. I could hear his heavy and chaotic breathing.

"I'm leaving." I have no idea what was going on in my mind, but I actually said such a thing at this moment.

He shuddered and took a deep breath, "Four more days..."

"I will be gone in four days. Will you remember me?"

"I will... I will... idiot, stop talking..." He buried his head in the back of my neck, preventing me from seeing his expression.

Tears slid down the wings of my nose to the corners of my mouth, and a bitterness spread from my chest to my throat, it was so uncomfortable. Did everything that happened yesterday foreshadow that we will eventually leave, that God will have no mercy, and that there will be no miracles, right? My hands went around his waist and climbed up his shoulders, feeling his skin inch by inch, and my nostrils were filled with his scent.

Time, can you please stop?

We didn't say anything that day. He made breakfast and lunch for me, and then watched me eat them bite by bite. When I lowered my head to drink the soup, he helped me lift my long hair to my ears and gently stroked my cheek.

"Why don't you eat?" I buried my head even lower, afraid that he would see my red eyes.

"I'm not hungry, you eat first."

"husband……"

"Um, what?"

"Please don't be like this. I'm fine now."

"Don't worry about me. You are the one who is worrying now."

"But if you're not happy, how can I feel good...I haven't seen you smile for a day."

"Give me some time. How can I laugh now..."

"How long will it take?"

"I don't know...you don't understand, I'm a man." He withdrew his hand and looked at me with pain and self-blame in his eyes.

Maybe I really don't understand... When I was taking a shower in the morning, I saw an almost unfamiliar self in the mirror. My eyes were so red and swollen that I could hardly open them. There were a few not-too-deep marks on my breasts, bruises on my back, and red spots of blood in some places. I looked at myself and didn't understand how I could be so indifferent as if I was looking at someone else's body.

I turned on the faucet and the ice-cold water poured from my head to my feet. I shivered. I didn't expect that the air in July could be so cold. I patiently cleansed my skin, repeating the same actions unconsciously, until he came in and snatched the cotton ball from my hand. Then I realized that wherever my hands could reach my body, there was a light red color, and his eyes were also red.

In my impression, at the end of July, everything seemed to be red.

In the afternoon, Haizi came and brought us the things we left in the pub yesterday. He asked me if I was okay. Since I was his friend, I felt that I had some responsibility. I had not thought about this, but I thought that he must have seen my embarrassed look yesterday, and the atmosphere was very awkward. So I went back to my room and stayed alone quietly.

"Brother, Fatty's mom called me early this morning and asked me what was going on. I told her everything, but her mom didn't say anything."

"What else do you want to say? Do you want me to come and pay for the medical expenses?"

"That's not what I meant. Her son was fine when he went out at night, but when he came back he was lying in the hospital. It's normal for a mother to ask... He was also drunk..."

"Fuck! Can a few bottles of cat urine make him so crazy?! I don't believe he doesn't know what he's doing?!"

"You've already beaten him, and you've already vented your anger. If we hadn't stopped him yesterday, he probably wouldn't be lying in the hospital right now. I think it's better..."

"Haizi, he's your friend...but you'd better not let me see this broken again! I won't give you any promises now, you know my temper!"

"...I understand...I can see that this girl is quite nice, but...as a brother, let me be honest, she is too young and too kind. Is she really suitable?"

No one answered, and the conversation in the living room seemed to have ended, or they deliberately lowered the volume so that I couldn't hear it. I couldn't help but look around the room where I had stayed for a month, looking at the double bed that was soaked with desire and sweat. For a moment, I suddenly realized that I would never be that innocent and pure little girl again.

I think I won't regret it, that's enough.

Later, the impact of this incident gradually faded away in the daily close contact. At least that day I was not really penetrated by that disgusting thing, which was a blessing in disguise. For me, it was easier to recover from it. However, I could still feel his evasiveness in words occasionally, and the most obvious thing was that, apart from hugging and kissing, he no longer touched me.

This question has been lingering in my mind, why? Could it be... that he dislikes it?

I can’t understand it, I really can’t understand it. If he dislikes me because of what happened that day, then where does he put my feelings? Every time I wanted to ask, I was hesitant to speak, because he was still so caring in other aspects. He still held me and coaxed me to sleep every night. I just couldn't ask. But why, why did he not want me anymore?

The night became unbearable, especially as the departure was approaching.

On that last night, I threw myself into a drowsy dream, trying hard not to think about those beginnings, those endings, those joys and tears. I didn’t know if this farewell meant that the song was over and it was time for us to go our separate ways.

Until midnight, when I suddenly woke up.

I found his face very close to me. The night was too dark and I couldn't see his expression clearly. I could only feel the hot breath he exhaled lingering between my eyebrows. One of his hands was caressing my waist, as if he was just looking at me intently.

"husband?"

"I am here."

"What’s wrong with you?"

He seemed to have lost all his strength, and collapsed on me, his head buried in my neck, breathing deeply. The hand on my waist slid into my vest and gently touched the edge of my breast, and asked, "Honey...can we do it once?"

I was stunned. "...Why are you asking?...A few days ago, why did you..."

He seemed to be unable to hold back any longer, and he put his hands around my waist and pulled me off the pillow. He always did this before we had sex, because he was moving so vigorously, so I had to stay as far away from the head of the bed as possible. Before I could react, he quickly ripped off my vest, pressed his whole body on me, and said, "...I thought you would be disgusted...so..."

Oh My God...you big idiot, I cursed in my heart, I've watched too many TV dramas.

I quickly put my arms around his neck, found his lips by feel, and gave him a passionate kiss as an answer to his question. He understood immediately and kissed her back fiercely, their tongue tips entangled with each other, their hot and wet lips rubbing and sucking each other. In the darkness, they fumbled to remove each other's underwear, and the two of them were finally entangled together naked.

Maybe it was because of several days of abstinence, or maybe it was because of the thought of the uncertain future, at this moment, we were both doing our best to take each other's bodies. His hands were probing me like a ghost. My shoulders, collarbones, chest, belly button, and vagina, there was no place that was not kneaded and caressed by him. After a while, I began to moan and gasp involuntarily. My erect nipples became more and more sensitive, and my consciousness slowly collapsed. Only the area between my legs could clearly feel the numbness. His lips, after traveling all over my body, actually slid to the entrance of my vagina, which was already oozing with love juice.

I cried out softly, subconsciously clamped my legs together, and repeatedly said, "No, it's too dirty..."

He gave me no chance to resist and almost forced my legs apart. In a panic, I suddenly felt something soft and warm pressing against my private parts. I groaned and could only collapse there powerlessly.

The little hole was stretched open skillfully, and the thing went straight in, not too deep, not too shallow, and it rotated flexibly like a water snake. The engorged clitoris was sucked and teased by it from time to time, which made me unbearable. Streams of hot liquid flowed out of the vagina continuously, and the two petals below seemed to have opened their little mouths without his fingers. The slightly swollen feeling made me so comfortable that I almost fainted.

My body feels like it is burning on fire and I feel extremely empty. Husband, I want it, come in quickly.

I don't know if I actually said this. At that time, my brain and language were out of control. The only thing I could do was to murmur meaninglessly along with his movements.

I longed for his penis, so I twisted my waist and called out eagerly in my throat, wanting the symmetrical parts to unite. He immediately understood and pushed his hard cock against my vagina. He held my body with both hands. I spread my legs as wide as possible, raised my buttocks, and lay weak and boneless in his arms, looking forward to the most ecstasy moment.

He put my legs on his shoulders and pushed my body downwards, while he leaned forward. With a "puff", the wet little pussy took in his thick cock with the help of vaginal fluid. Two satisfied sighs floated in the room. I couldn't help but tremble all over, and my lower body contracted uncontrollably, tightly wrapping around his penis.

He didn't move anymore, breathing rapidly, and after a while he began to thrust slowly. I closed my eyes, feeling the most primitive power of this man. He was thrusting and attacking in my body, madly possessing everything. His hands did not forget to climb up to my breasts. My soft breasts were squeezed into various shapes by him. I felt my nipples, which had been standing erect, beating and trembling in his palms. We hugged each other and moved back and forth, and we were both like we had found fire and kept burning.

That night, we made love to our heart's content, venting our feelings and wishing we could become one with each other. Sweating profusely and with my sexual desire rising, I saw his face clearly in the moonlight. His penis was still twitching violently inside me. This face in front of me was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear. I endured the waves of pleasure coming from my vagina and tried to engrave these facial features in my heart forever.

Husband, don't let me forget you...

Reason was getting further and further away from my body, and all my consciousness was drawn to the organ between my legs that was overflowing with sexual fluid. During the climax, the rapid contraction in the vagina also made him ejaculate. This was the most perfect sex we have ever had, and both of us reached the peak at the same time.

I stroked his strong back and breathed in his scent greedily. How could I accept the reality at this moment? After I wake up, he will no longer belong to me? After extreme bliss comes extreme suffering. Who can endure it? I really hope that I will never wake up, and we can just hug each other like this forever, okay?

It’s a pity that as the ancients said, meeting and parting are so hasty.

I let out a dejected breath, and a feeling of resignation came over me.

Epilogue

Finally, the time we spent together was less than 24 hours. I could read the expression on his face that morning, but I couldn't find words to describe the feeling. The person you love most will soon disappear from your reach. When a part of your body leaves you, what will be left?

"What do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you." He said as he prepared to get up.

"I'll go too." I sat up quickly, afraid of being a step late.

"Okay then, I'll take a shower first, and then..."

"I'm going too." Before he could finish, I repeated it impatiently.

He knew I was reluctant to leave, so I wanted to follow him like a shadow. The atmosphere was a little wrong. He quickly forced a smile, pinched my nose, and said, "Little pervert, you want to take a bath with your husband. Well, I'll fulfill your wish."

In the bathroom, I looked at his back. His muscles were solid and graceful, with two perfect curves from shoulders to elbows. I only knew that he had a good figure, but never realized that he could be so sexy. I couldn't help but touch his body. My fingers gently stroked his spine, wrapped around his waist, and pressed myself tightly against him. My heart beat so steadily. I closed my eyes, feeling his solidity and warmth. I didn't want to let go.

He let me hold him and slowly turned on the faucet. The water poured down with a bit of coolness. I couldn't help but shiver and groan softly. "Are you cold?" he asked. I shook my head and felt like he wanted to turn around, so I loosened my arms slightly, and when he was facing me, I hugged his waist again.

"You little piece of plasticine, you're stuck again," he laughed.

I pouted, "I just like it. I like to stick to you. You don't want to."

"Yes, I really want to." Not willing to be outdone, he pulled me forward and let me fall into his arms.

We hugged each other quietly, with only the sound of splashing water making noise.

"Can I still stick to you in the future?"

He didn't answer, but kissed my forehead and called me a fool.

I wanted to cry again, so I took a deep breath, swallowed it down, and snuggled into his arms.

After a while, he suddenly held my shoulders and lifted me to an arm's length away. I was a little stunned. He said, "Let me take a closer look." Then, he scanned my body from head to toe with an embarrassing look. I had to lower my head and stare at my toes, not daring to meet his gaze. My face turned red.

"You little fool, you're still embarrassed." He laughed.

"How can you... look at me like that?" I glanced upwards and noticed that his thing was raised again. I refused and covered my chest with my hands, puffed up my cheeks and turned my back to him.

This time it was his turn to come over. He hugged my waist and gently held my breasts. That thing was pressing against my buttocks and getting harder. The hot breath he exhaled made my neck itchy, and the swelling and temperature of his lower body made me feel at a loss. But he did not take any further action, and his hands that were touching her breasts only held them gently. "Let me give you a bath," he suddenly said.

I was a little confused, but nodded anyway. He took out a bath ball, poured some shower gel on it, and began to wipe my body slowly, looking very cautious.

"When you get there, be careful not to go to bed so late every day, eat on time, and have a more regular life."

"Stop eating instant noodles all the time. Don't wait until things are sold out before buying them. Always have some at home."

"When you go home at night, be sure to be careful on the road."

"Try not to kick the quilt when you sleep, no one will get up in the middle of the night to cover you up."

He gave me a bath while giving me instructions tirelessly. As I listened, I finally couldn't help but burst into tears. I threw myself into his arms, shouting incoherently, "I won't leave! I won't leave! Don't let me go! Please keep me here, please keep me here!"

He immediately hugged me tightly, calling me "wife" over and over again. I felt him breathing deeply and trembling slightly. I kept crying and kept saying that I would not leave. In fact, I understood that no one had any choice but to leave. My shouting at this time was just a pure vent. I felt so humble and helpless.

I suddenly remembered the plane ticket on the coffee table in the living room. It was lying there, mocking me silently.

I was tired of crying, my mind was empty and surprisingly calm. I took the bath ball from his hand and said, "Let me do it myself. I have to go out later. Don't waste time." He didn't object, and we finally finished the bath in silence.

The sunlight outside the house seemed very soft, and the summer morning still revealed the last bit of coolness. As usual, I held his arm. The narrow path that I had walked many times seemed particularly short today. If time could stop, I really would like to let him hold my hand and keep walking.

The flight was in the middle of the night, so after lunch, we started to prepare our luggage. He ran in and out to help me pack my luggage for the last time, and stuffed me with some miscellaneous things, saying they were useful. I had no intention of messing with these things at all. I sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, watching the second hand moving forward one tick at a time, and my heart sank little by little.

He finally packed everything, looked at his watch, sat down next to me and said, "Take a break in the afternoon and have dinner early." I nodded, leaned on his shoulder, and looked at the house where we had lived together for dozens of days. The shadows of both of us were everywhere. But soon, maybe really soon, everything will return to normal. He will still be him, but I will no longer be the same person I was before.

"Wife."

"Um?"

"Let me hug you again."

I slightly turned sideways and was held in his arms. He seemed to hold me with all his strength. My shoulders were painful from being squeezed by him, but my heart was warm. I really loved his embrace. Maybe it was more rough than gentle, but only there did I feel that I didn't have to think about anything, didn't have to be afraid of anything. Everything was no longer important. His arms were my whole world.

What should I do if I lose this embrace?

After a long time, I felt that he was getting more and more excited. The rhythm of his breathing at this moment was so familiar. I closed my eyes and obediently let him push me down on the bed. He knocked on my lips, and we kissed each other passionately. The fire of desire in our hearts seemed to burn us to hell.

While he was teasing my desire with his tongue, he put his hands on my chest and stroked it back and forth through my T-shirt. Summer underwear is relatively thin, and the stimulation made my small nipples stand up tremblingly. He noticed it immediately, lifted up my shirt, pulled my bra aside, and squeezed and kneaded my soft and round breasts, making the two red beans on my breasts stand even more erect.

I was almost breathless from his kiss, and coupled with the intermittent pleasure in my chest, I couldn't help but let out a faint moan. In the midst of the passion, I didn't know when he had pulled my panties down to my thighs. Soon, a hard object came up, and his mouth reluctantly left my lips. His breathing was stuffy and rapid. I took the initiative to probe down, and reached out to touch his hot penis. I immediately held it without thinking. Its owner trembled all over and hugged me tighter.

In a trance, our eyes met, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned. It didn't look like a smile, but an indescribable expression, perhaps the result of sexual stimulation. My heart was pounding as my fingers continued to gently stroke his smooth glans. I could clearly hear the low moan he suppressed in his throat.

He also attacked me from top to bottom with both hands, rubbing my breasts with increasing strength while moving them repeatedly on my sensitive vulva. His fingers began to charge forward again, attacking my vagina left and right unscrupulously, bringing out a lot of wet vaginal fluid. I could hardly bear it anymore, my eyes began to blur, my whole body felt weak, and I didn't know what to do except uttering some meaningless syllables from my mouth. The movements of my hands also stopped.

Suddenly, he picked me up. I screamed, but before I could react, I was turned over and fell on the bed.

I looked back at him in surprise. He lifted my buttocks with both hands and lifted the hem of my skirt to my waist. The cock between my buttocks stood up proudly. His hot and wet palms touched my buttocks reluctantly for a few times, then he held both sides of my pelvis and aimed his thick penis at the bright red slit that was open backwards. I blushed and immediately understood his intention. This position was too embarrassing. Everything was seen clearly. I couldn't help but sway my waist slightly, a little resisting.

In fact, no matter what he wants to do, I will satisfy him at this time.

Perhaps my conditioned resistance stimulated his nerves even more. He couldn't wait to press himself against my back. One hand slid across my flat belly from the front, groped for the sensitive area, skillfully found the weak little flower bud, and began to caress it gently. I immediately felt like I was struck by an electric current. My hands lost the strength to support themselves. My whole body went limp and I fell on the pillow, with only my hips raised high. I let my moans become more and more rapid with the movement of his fingers.

It was already a slippery mess down there, and he whispered in my ear, "Honey, are you comfortable?"

I replied tremblingly, "Comfortable...comfortable..."

"Then I came in, and my husband inserted it."

"Hmm..." I nodded, burying my face under my arms.

He left me and took control of my butt with his hands again. Immediately, something hot pressed against the crack of my buttocks and slowly moved downwards. I couldn't help but start to shiver. The temperature made me tremble.

Its power gradually increased, and once it reached the entrance of my vagina, it rushed forward mercilessly and penetrated my body in one go. I opened my mouth wide but it was as if my voice had been taken away. I couldn't even scream and could only hum into the pillow. It was so swollen, I really couldn't stand it. Maybe it was my illusion, or maybe it was the first time I tried this position. Anyway, I felt that his stuff was much thicker than before, and my vagina could no longer accommodate anything. It was so full and I couldn't move.

He began to hold me and thrust slowly. The sound of our bodies colliding was endless, and I could even hear the sound of the honey in the vagina being squeezed and sliding around as the penis went in and out. I gritted my teeth and tried not to moan too loudly. The neighbors next door seemed to be at home, but his hard and tenacious penis was invading my vagina, sometimes shallowly, sometimes deep, sometimes heavy, sometimes light. The hot and stimulating feeling spread from my vagina to my whole body. Reason was getting further and further away from my body, and I was almost out of control.

The movements of his waist became more and more vigorous. I held the bed sheet tightly, as if trying to transfer some of the stimulation from my lower body. I was so excited that I even doubted whether I could withstand such intense intercourse. My body kept shaking and I was sweating profusely. I had to leave everything to him.

Suddenly, he reached his hand from the front to my pubic bone, and quickly found the engorged and protruding clitoris. My scattered consciousness was suddenly focused on one point. He had never continuously stroked it during previous thrusting, and I had never known there would be such a strong feeling. Almost in an instant, my lower body was out of control, and I could even feel the flooding of my sexual fluids. I could no longer care about so much, and the screaming that I had endured for a long time finally broke out.

He understood immediately, and continued to attack her from front to back, mumbling, "So much water, my wife, are you feeling good?"

I couldn't answer him. My body was stretched straight. Something in my vagina was rapidly rising. I wanted to escape, but he held me tightly. While I was slamming back and forth, his enlarged penis kept thrusting in and out with great force, almost going all the way in with each thrust. I felt like I was dying.

"Husband, I can't bear it anymore..."

The last bit of strength in my body was exhausted as I convulsed during the climax.

After a while, he suddenly pulled out his penis. I suddenly felt my body empty and I lost support. I could only fall on the bed. Then, several streams of sticky liquid sprayed onto the base of my thighs. At this time, I could no longer move.

He didn't move either, and lay on me. I heard two heartbeats, equally crazy and clear; the sweat on our bodies blended together, and something in our vagina was slowly overflowing. His semen in my body also slid down my thighs and onto the sheets.

It was a mess, but I could only breathe.

My thoughts paused, and suddenly, I forgot everything.

After the passion, we can't keep anything, right?

Afterwards, we had to take another shower. After that, he made me the last dinner and watched me finish it. Although I had no appetite, I still ate my fill with a smile for the sake of that look.

I deliberately delayed leaving the house until the last minute, rushed to the airport, and completed the tedious check-in procedures. There was not much time left until the last minute, and it was better this way. The longer we say goodbye, the sadder I would be.

We agreed not to shed tears.

Hugs, kisses, goodbye.

I walked through customs without looking back, sat on a chair, watched the people coming and going, holding the phone in my hand, but not making any calls.

Unable to control, suddenly a person sings to himself.

Sometimes, sometimes, I believe that everything has an end

There is a time for meeting and leaving, nothing lasts forever

But sometimes, I would rather choose to linger and not let go

When I have seen all the scenery, maybe you will accompany me to watch the stream flowing

Tears flowed like a fountain.

That day, the long runway took me and my love away.

postscript

After that, I went back to China to see him again. That time, there was no other reason, just to see him. Although it was only a short week, I still felt very happy. Later, we kept in touch for quite a long time and did not sleep with other opposite sexes. We didn't understand what we were insisting on. Maybe in our hearts we clearly felt that I was yours, and some power was reserved only for you.

But time is a very stubborn thing. When my phone bill dropped from three digits to two digits, I realized that there was no need to continue to dwell on it. What's more, there is no room for compromise in our lives.

So, I started to make friends with other people again, and began to learn to forget him. But every time, I habitually looked for his shadow in the other person. Even in bed, his image would occasionally flash through my mind. The result of forgetting him was that it was in vain.

When I was finishing the article, I heard the dramatic news that he was getting back together with one of his ex-girlfriends. My intuition told me that it was the woman who had once gotten pregnant by him. Only with a relationship foundation of several years like that could they be talking about marriage right after getting back together. Suddenly I felt a sense of relief. I finally didn't have to make excuses for myself and keep having ties with the old man.

Occasionally I think of the night when he said to me, "Let's get married." It has nothing to do with resentment or not, I understand.

This is our fate. We can only be passers-by in each other's lives rather than our final destination. I don't feel sorry for myself. When I think about the past two years, he took such great care of me from beginning to end, and how happy I was. Although all that happiness was cut imperfectly by the predictable ending, I am still grateful and miss him endlessly.

After writing this article, I realized that the past is always hard to get over. Even now, it turns out that I still love you.

However, I firmly believe that one day, time will teach me to let go of everything.

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