A brand new campus life

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After entering high school, I moved into the student dormitory. This was undoubtedly a completely new life for me. Personally
, it couldn't be better. From then on, I could have many friends, including boyfriends and girlfriends. I
believed that in this environment, the shadow cast by Bernard and Marcia might gradually diminish; I believed that.
The problem was David. Bringing him to school was definitely out of the question; school wasn't a place for pets. The only solution was to leave him at my
place and have the servants take care of him. Following Dr. Casanova's advice would be the best solution…
but I had decided not to punish him. I couldn't bring myself to do it; I couldn't disregard the long-standing friendship between David and me. And
the thought of David being so thin and emaciated made me uneasy. What if he encountered his mistress, the white wolf, again? How could he possibly have the energy to make love?
"Monica, darling," Rudolph said, pulling me close. "Let's have some fun before David becomes the groom, okay?"
His eyes burned with desire as he spoke. I was completely limp and powerless. I thought, "Today Rudolph might finally let me experience
the true taste of love." In my heart, I said, "Come on, Rudolph, come on, I've wanted this for so long, hurry up!
" Without a word, Rudolph picked me up and carried me into the lounge. He placed me on the sofa, grabbed my shoulders, and then
knelt before me. I didn't know what he was going to do, nor did I care. I felt completely paralyzed, my mind seemingly blank.
Rudolph began. He unbuttoned my clothes one button at a time, then removed my bra. At that moment, I regained some clarity. I knew my
entire chest was now exposed to Rudolph. What would he do next?
Shouldn't he take off my skirt by now? Once I'm completely naked, shouldn't he remove everything covering him too? What will happen then?
Will we make love for the first time right here on this sofa? I thought to myself, waiting for Rudolf's next move.
But Rudolf didn't do what I expected at all. He didn't bother my lower body again, and he didn't even touch my skirt. He
just stared intently at my breasts, like a greedy kitten eyeing two small fish, contemplating how to bite. I also looked at him, wondering what his
next move would be. After staring at my breasts for at least ten minutes, Rudolf finally raised his hands again, grabbing one breast with each hand, instantly
sending a jolt through me.
That time, he carried me to the lounge and placed me on the sofa, undressing me until my breasts were completely exposed. The moment he grabbed one breast with each hand,
I felt an electric shock again. Then, just like during that walk, he gently pinched and rubbed my nipple with his index finger and thumb,
while simultaneously pressing and stimulating the rest of my breast with his palm and three other fingers. Last time, he used only one hand, but this time he used both hands to caress and massage
both of The effect and sensation were, of course, much more stimulating.
His subtle caresses made me feel like an infant lying in a cradle listening to a gentle lullaby; I felt a little dizzy and
sleepy. Perhaps I knew too little about men then, unable to understand their mindset towards women,
or whether they . After having sex with more men, I discovered that Rudolph wasn't the only
one who adored my breasts. Almost all men were interested in them.
Before any sexual encounter, men would tease my breasts, though their methods varied, but the affection
they felt for them seemed almost the same. I don't know if other women have this experience, but I certainly have. I've noticed that almost every
man who passes me glances at my breasts, their eyes practically piercing me.
Thus, my breasts became a source of pride. I even have numerous experiences where, for men I'd be willing to invest in, just a touch of
my breasts is enough to arouse them. Therefore, I've gained considerable experience in using this asset in my relationships with men.
At the same time, I often feel pity or contempt for women without full, firm breasts.
I remember when Ms. Willie accused Clinton of sexual harassment, he was so dismissive: "I don't like women with small breasts; I think it's a
woman's tragedy." Whenever this happens, I naturally think of Rudolph. He was the one who told me breasts were a woman's beauty, and he
helped me a great deal with their development. For this reason alone, even though Rudolph and I later broke up, I still think of him.
I even believe that if we were to meet again someday, I could still make love to him if he needed to, even if he were very old.
I would lie beside him and give him a sense of fulfillment.
I knew Rudolf was about to cast his spell, just like during that walk.
The wonderful feeling made me slowly close my eyes. At that moment, I felt as if I were lying on a cloud, drifting through the sky, or sitting in a small boat,
letting the gentle flow of water lap against my skin.
In short, it wasn't madness, it wasn't turmoil, it wasn't a storm, it was a gentle, watery feeling.
Suddenly, I felt Rudolf's entire head join in. He buried his face between my breasts, his hands pressing them together, making
them press tightly against his cheeks. His hands continued to move as before, and his mouth joined in the action. At first, he only suckled at my
cleavage, but later his tongue, perhaps unable to bear the loneliness, began to lick back and forth within my cleavage, as if trying to penetrate my flesh.
Rudolf's harassment of my breasts abruptly disrupted the previous gentle flow, like a sudden surge of waves tossing a small boat to the crest and trough. I began
to feel a sense of uncontrollable urges, a feeling of being powerless. I thought, the storm is about to break, about to rage.
Perhaps not giving me a moment's respite, Rudolf abandoned his caresses of my breasts and opened his arms to hold me tightly. Then, he
turned and took one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking it from light to heavy, from slow to fast. My body was completely out of my control; his almost frantic sucking
made me feel like my body was being drained dry, that everything no longer belonged to me.
In the subsequent sex, I reached orgasm countless times in a frenzy. I think that kind of orgasm, like everyone's experience, is
indescribable and almost insane. This is certainly not my experience alone; everyone who has ever seriously invested in love, including men and women,
should have had this experience.
That time, Rudolph spent some time on my breasts in his lounge, but what I experienced was an unparalleled pleasure no less than the orgasm I got from penile
penetration .

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