I got my letter in the first week after I settled in college. It was written by a boy in high school. He failed the college entrance examination and entered an ordinary university. He was the only high school classmate in the same city as me. He asked me to have a gathering on Saturday.
Since high school, I have rarely dressed up and always dressed up plainly. I always think cosmetics are harmful to the skin. It is best to use a little skin care to keep the skin healthy. Besides, my skin is good, so why bother using something else to cover it up.
I advocate comfort and naturalness when wearing it, and hate wearing a bust, which is definitely a constraint on the body.
But there is no way to go in school. In order not to expose, the rest of the time will follow my mood. I guess there are many times when exposing, but I don’t care about those
Since high school, I have not felt that he has paid much attention to me in my entire high school. In my impression, he is a hard-working person. The rest is just doing exercise. He doesn't talk much to girls and fails the college entrance examination. Everyone feels sorry for him. Now he is studying in the same city as him. He should contact him more. As an old classmate, he should help each other.
On Saturday, I arrived at the agreed teahouse. He arrived early and talked about interesting things in high school without saying a few words. I didn't expect that he was a very talkative person. It seems that the college entrance examination has little impact on him.
Later, we went to see the movie
In the darkness, he hugged me, I didn't resist
Since then, we often meet, from holding hands to hugging and kissing, it happens naturally
I can't tell him what love it is, but I didn't refuse his actions. Maybe my motherhood is working, and I can't bear to refuse him. I haven't had a boyfriend before, and I think he's not good, so I started getting along with him like this
After entering university, he no longer worked as hard as he did in high school. He often took me and a group of friends to go to Internet cafes, and often asked me to dress sexyly. He said that he would be more respectful in front of his friends, so I naturally agreed.
The small town is located in the south, and it is very hot from April to November. When I went out with him, I wore hot pants or short skirts and suspenders. He was very excited when he knew that I didn't like to wear a bust, so he gave me a few thicker suspenders. This way, it wouldn't be so obvious if I didn't wear a bust.
In the Internet cafe, I was so beautiful that I naturally attracted countless attentions. He was very proud and deliberately made some intimate actions.
Of course I go online in the Internet cafe. I first watched him play, chatting online, saying everything, and playing games or something.
Almost became a habit. I am not that kind of woman. I won't care about my boyfriend's entertainment.
After a month, he suddenly took me to a disco. It was said that it was newly opened. When he entered, he was already crowded. He just asked for a cup of coke and took two sips, he was pulled into the dance floor. Everyone around him was very excited. We also tried hard to twist. There were too many people and hot. I felt like I couldn't breathe after dancing for half an hour. He took me out of the disco. He took me out of the disco to a parking lot behind and took some breath. He happened to find that a car was not locked, so we sat in.
He pressed a button, put the back of the chair flat, and lay down with me. I was dizzy, and I felt that his movements were bigger than usual. He kept kissing me and pinched my breasts very hard. I had a premonition that what would happen, but I was not afraid, but I had a little expectation. What should happen will happen, even junior high school students would have. He clumsyly took off my clothes. If it weren't for my cooperation, I would have pulled my little suspender off.
After a while, my underwear was gone, and my skirt was lifted to my waist
He hurriedly untied his pants and pushed his lower body around. I felt a hot thing constantly hitting my lower body. Suddenly, a torn pain came from my lower body. A hot foreign object pierced into my body. I screamed loudly, but my boyfriend didn't stop at all. The high excitement made him move up and down quickly
I tried my best to endure the pain, hoping that the pain would pass quickly, but before I could adapt, the invader could no longer do it. He inserted it a few times and pulled out the foreign object that was still raging in my body just now. At this time, my eyes were filled with tears of pain, and I didn't see clearly what the monster looked like, so I covered it with a layer of white liquid
He lay on me and rested before he got up, but I couldn't. The pain in my lower body did not disappear at all. I just lay there for a long time before he helped him get up and put on his clothes.
This is my first time, no pleasure to say
Afterwards, he sent me back to the dormitory and lay on the bed. I recalled the surprising calm of these few minutes.
The next day, he came to see me, and I had no intention of blame. His courage became obvious. He only let me rest for a day and then did it again. I still felt pain, but he persisted for a long time. This time he was still in the parking lot, but outside the car. Unfortunately, I just felt a little pleasure and he ended. Seeing his disappointed look, I comforted him instead.
This time I saw clearly what a man has become famous. It's so ugly and arrogant.
The third time, he became much more powerful at the beginning. He was still in the parking lot and let me lie on the back hood. When he attacked, the whole car was swaying. I finally knew the benefits of that ugly thing. After the initial pain passed, every impact excited me.
I just feel that an unexistent happiness is accumulating until I cannot control the entire explosion, occupying my entire body, thinking, the power in my body seems to be drained, it is extremely happy and he has not yet retreated, and continues to sprint in my body, and I am floating at the peak of happiness until his release comes
Afterwards, I was surprised by his courage, and he promised to tell me the reason the next day
The next day, he took me to the Internet cafe as usual, typed a URL in front of the computer for me to see. It turned out to be a forum of erotic texts. I had only seen yellow jokes before, and I couldn't help but blush and my heartbeat after reading the erotic texts. He badly stopped me from closing the web page, saying that this is the sexual experience and fantasy of many people, it is a very normal thing, and there are many skills to learn.
I was actually very curious, just a little shy, and as I looked at it, I was attracted, so many perverts, it was written so explicitly, those heroines were either raped or obsessed with sexual pleasure, the things in the article were completely different from my world, I kept reminding myself that this was debauchery and even perverted, but my eyes still couldn't live without the screen, my boyfriend played games on his own, and I just looked down one by one
When I left and left the Internet cafe, I realized that my crotch was cold. I didn't know when it was already soaked. This time, my boyfriend had something to do, so I went back to the dormitory. I lay on the bed but couldn't sleep. My mind was full of crazy fantasies of making love, and I couldn't sleep at all.
I simply left the dormitory and went out for some breathing, but it still couldn't. It was almost two o'clock in the morning, and there was an abandoned small house next to the dormitory. The door lock was broken. I went into the house and leaned against the wall, and my hands couldn't feel like I was putting my hands into my underwear.
Wow, it's so wet. I first gently stroked my pubic hair. It turned out that my hands could also make me excited. Gradually, I didn't feel enough. Try to insert my finger into my vagina and slowly thrust it. Ah, it's so comfortable. It feels like I was fucked by my boyfriend. And this is on campus, which makes me particularly excited.
As my finger speed accelerated, I could no longer stand. My pleasant humming ran out of my suppressed throat. My other hand rubbed my chest hard.
Ah…I can’t stand it anymore, and with the arrival of a burst of pleasure, I reached orgasm
I knew my orgasm could last for a long time, but I still used the last bit of rationality to stop myself. Although my humming was very low just now, it was night after all. When it was late at night, I believe I could hear it from afar. I dare not stay anymore, so I quickly went back to the dormitory
Since this time, every time I go to the Internet cafe with my boyfriend, I have read erotic articles by myself. I have read a lot of them. I find that I am very excited about watching group sex, bestiality, and incest. The desire to have sex with him has become stronger and stronger. And on nights when I read erotic articles, I will run to the old house next to the dormitory to masturbate and even if I have had sex with my boyfriend, I still have to vent. After two weeks like this, my boyfriend suddenly said that he was uncomfortable living in the dormitory and rented a room outside.
At the beginning, I went to his place almost every day, and gradually, he became busy, and I saw him less and less
Finally I found the real reason
One day, I found a woman's underwear in his small room. Under my urge to ask, he admitted that he had sex with a girl. The family was very rich. Although I could tolerate some erotic history of men, I couldn't tolerate such naked money worship. I could make love for sex, but I wouldn't do it for money. My boyfriend turned from such a studious person to this, which really hurt me. I flatly rejected his request to maintain the relationship, took my things and left.
Since then, he has called me several times, but I have ignored it
This is my first relationship. Although it is a pity, I don’t feel sad. Maybe it’s because my relationship has not been given too much.
Although my boyfriend broke up, the habit of surfing the Internet cafe has been developed. I found an Internet cafe near the school and I always went to two or three times a week. Now I have no boyfriend, so I can only solve the needs of that aspect by hand. I spent more and more time in the cafe at night.
Since high school, I have rarely dressed up and always dressed up plainly. I always think cosmetics are harmful to the skin. It is best to use a little skin care to keep the skin healthy. Besides, my skin is good, so why bother using something else to cover it up.
I advocate comfort and naturalness when wearing it, and hate wearing a bust, which is definitely a constraint on the body.
But there is no way to go in school. In order not to expose, the rest of the time will follow my mood. I guess there are many times when exposing, but I don’t care about those
Since high school, I have not felt that he has paid much attention to me in my entire high school. In my impression, he is a hard-working person. The rest is just doing exercise. He doesn't talk much to girls and fails the college entrance examination. Everyone feels sorry for him. Now he is studying in the same city as him. He should contact him more. As an old classmate, he should help each other.
On Saturday, I arrived at the agreed teahouse. He arrived early and talked about interesting things in high school without saying a few words. I didn't expect that he was a very talkative person. It seems that the college entrance examination has little impact on him.
Later, we went to see the movie
In the darkness, he hugged me, I didn't resist
Since then, we often meet, from holding hands to hugging and kissing, it happens naturally
I can't tell him what love it is, but I didn't refuse his actions. Maybe my motherhood is working, and I can't bear to refuse him. I haven't had a boyfriend before, and I think he's not good, so I started getting along with him like this
After entering university, he no longer worked as hard as he did in high school. He often took me and a group of friends to go to Internet cafes, and often asked me to dress sexyly. He said that he would be more respectful in front of his friends, so I naturally agreed.
The small town is located in the south, and it is very hot from April to November. When I went out with him, I wore hot pants or short skirts and suspenders. He was very excited when he knew that I didn't like to wear a bust, so he gave me a few thicker suspenders. This way, it wouldn't be so obvious if I didn't wear a bust.
In the Internet cafe, I was so beautiful that I naturally attracted countless attentions. He was very proud and deliberately made some intimate actions.
Of course I go online in the Internet cafe. I first watched him play, chatting online, saying everything, and playing games or something.
Almost became a habit. I am not that kind of woman. I won't care about my boyfriend's entertainment.
After a month, he suddenly took me to a disco. It was said that it was newly opened. When he entered, he was already crowded. He just asked for a cup of coke and took two sips, he was pulled into the dance floor. Everyone around him was very excited. We also tried hard to twist. There were too many people and hot. I felt like I couldn't breathe after dancing for half an hour. He took me out of the disco. He took me out of the disco to a parking lot behind and took some breath. He happened to find that a car was not locked, so we sat in.
He pressed a button, put the back of the chair flat, and lay down with me. I was dizzy, and I felt that his movements were bigger than usual. He kept kissing me and pinched my breasts very hard. I had a premonition that what would happen, but I was not afraid, but I had a little expectation. What should happen will happen, even junior high school students would have. He clumsyly took off my clothes. If it weren't for my cooperation, I would have pulled my little suspender off.
After a while, my underwear was gone, and my skirt was lifted to my waist
He hurriedly untied his pants and pushed his lower body around. I felt a hot thing constantly hitting my lower body. Suddenly, a torn pain came from my lower body. A hot foreign object pierced into my body. I screamed loudly, but my boyfriend didn't stop at all. The high excitement made him move up and down quickly
I tried my best to endure the pain, hoping that the pain would pass quickly, but before I could adapt, the invader could no longer do it. He inserted it a few times and pulled out the foreign object that was still raging in my body just now. At this time, my eyes were filled with tears of pain, and I didn't see clearly what the monster looked like, so I covered it with a layer of white liquid
He lay on me and rested before he got up, but I couldn't. The pain in my lower body did not disappear at all. I just lay there for a long time before he helped him get up and put on his clothes.
This is my first time, no pleasure to say
Afterwards, he sent me back to the dormitory and lay on the bed. I recalled the surprising calm of these few minutes.
The next day, he came to see me, and I had no intention of blame. His courage became obvious. He only let me rest for a day and then did it again. I still felt pain, but he persisted for a long time. This time he was still in the parking lot, but outside the car. Unfortunately, I just felt a little pleasure and he ended. Seeing his disappointed look, I comforted him instead.
This time I saw clearly what a man has become famous. It's so ugly and arrogant.
The third time, he became much more powerful at the beginning. He was still in the parking lot and let me lie on the back hood. When he attacked, the whole car was swaying. I finally knew the benefits of that ugly thing. After the initial pain passed, every impact excited me.
I just feel that an unexistent happiness is accumulating until I cannot control the entire explosion, occupying my entire body, thinking, the power in my body seems to be drained, it is extremely happy and he has not yet retreated, and continues to sprint in my body, and I am floating at the peak of happiness until his release comes
Afterwards, I was surprised by his courage, and he promised to tell me the reason the next day
The next day, he took me to the Internet cafe as usual, typed a URL in front of the computer for me to see. It turned out to be a forum of erotic texts. I had only seen yellow jokes before, and I couldn't help but blush and my heartbeat after reading the erotic texts. He badly stopped me from closing the web page, saying that this is the sexual experience and fantasy of many people, it is a very normal thing, and there are many skills to learn.
I was actually very curious, just a little shy, and as I looked at it, I was attracted, so many perverts, it was written so explicitly, those heroines were either raped or obsessed with sexual pleasure, the things in the article were completely different from my world, I kept reminding myself that this was debauchery and even perverted, but my eyes still couldn't live without the screen, my boyfriend played games on his own, and I just looked down one by one
When I left and left the Internet cafe, I realized that my crotch was cold. I didn't know when it was already soaked. This time, my boyfriend had something to do, so I went back to the dormitory. I lay on the bed but couldn't sleep. My mind was full of crazy fantasies of making love, and I couldn't sleep at all.
I simply left the dormitory and went out for some breathing, but it still couldn't. It was almost two o'clock in the morning, and there was an abandoned small house next to the dormitory. The door lock was broken. I went into the house and leaned against the wall, and my hands couldn't feel like I was putting my hands into my underwear.
Wow, it's so wet. I first gently stroked my pubic hair. It turned out that my hands could also make me excited. Gradually, I didn't feel enough. Try to insert my finger into my vagina and slowly thrust it. Ah, it's so comfortable. It feels like I was fucked by my boyfriend. And this is on campus, which makes me particularly excited.
As my finger speed accelerated, I could no longer stand. My pleasant humming ran out of my suppressed throat. My other hand rubbed my chest hard.
Ah…I can’t stand it anymore, and with the arrival of a burst of pleasure, I reached orgasm
I knew my orgasm could last for a long time, but I still used the last bit of rationality to stop myself. Although my humming was very low just now, it was night after all. When it was late at night, I believe I could hear it from afar. I dare not stay anymore, so I quickly went back to the dormitory
Since this time, every time I go to the Internet cafe with my boyfriend, I have read erotic articles by myself. I have read a lot of them. I find that I am very excited about watching group sex, bestiality, and incest. The desire to have sex with him has become stronger and stronger. And on nights when I read erotic articles, I will run to the old house next to the dormitory to masturbate and even if I have had sex with my boyfriend, I still have to vent. After two weeks like this, my boyfriend suddenly said that he was uncomfortable living in the dormitory and rented a room outside.
At the beginning, I went to his place almost every day, and gradually, he became busy, and I saw him less and less
Finally I found the real reason
One day, I found a woman's underwear in his small room. Under my urge to ask, he admitted that he had sex with a girl. The family was very rich. Although I could tolerate some erotic history of men, I couldn't tolerate such naked money worship. I could make love for sex, but I wouldn't do it for money. My boyfriend turned from such a studious person to this, which really hurt me. I flatly rejected his request to maintain the relationship, took my things and left.
Since then, he has called me several times, but I have ignored it
This is my first relationship. Although it is a pity, I don’t feel sad. Maybe it’s because my relationship has not been given too much.
Although my boyfriend broke up, the habit of surfing the Internet cafe has been developed. I found an Internet cafe near the school and I always went to two or three times a week. Now I have no boyfriend, so I can only solve the needs of that aspect by hand. I spent more and more time in the cafe at night.
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