I've been with my female colleague for five years.

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I have a regular undergraduate degree and worked as a programmer in Shenzhen for almost three years after graduation. I'm the kind of person who's easygoing and not suited for hard work, so I found I couldn't survive in a big city. Plus, my relationship ended, so I returned to my hometown in 2010. With my family's help, I got a job at a company, working in an office. The workload wasn't heavy, but the salary was decent. She was my colleague, and I called her YY.

She and her husband both worked at that company. Initially, because of my emotional state—the breakup and returning to my hometown—I wasn't very talkative in the office. Ironically, this quietness made me closer to her. Later, as my mood improved, we became best friends. Sometimes she would sit on the armrest of my chair when we chatted in the office.

She didn't seem to care much about distance, and I didn't think much of it at first; we just interacted normally, like best friends.

Later, I would sometimes sit on her armrest to chat. In the summer, when we whispered to each other, I could smell her unique fragrance, which I really liked. Then, sometimes I would catch a glimpse of her delicate skin through her neckline, and I felt a little flutter in my heart. It was already autumn then, and I jokingly asked her if I could pull down her neckline to get a better look. She just glared at me and said, "Look what?!" Later, after saying it so many times, I stopped taking it seriously. I mentioned that winter doesn't have the same scenery as summer, and she replied, "Then I'll let you see it in summer."

But that was just a joke. The change started when she changed offices.

Due to departmental restructuring, she moved to another office, while her roommate was always out and about. When I had free time, I would go over and chat with her, sometimes watching TV or movies together. After a while, we ran out of things to watch, so I suggested watching a South Korean adult film. She said whatever. She still sat on the armrest, very quietly. That's when I started having impure thoughts, but I didn't have the courage, so I could only think about it secretly.

The following summer, during a big cleaning, I went over without washing my hands after finishing the work and watched a movie again. This time, I got a little engrossed in the film and couldn't resist gently kissing her cheek and neck. Her breathing became a little rapid. I wanted to go further, but my hands were too dirty, and she was wearing a white shirt, so I restrained myself.

Looking back now, if I had succeeded then, it probably wouldn't have lasted this long.

So, she's still just a background figure now.

After that, a distance seemed to grow between us. She started avoiding me, and I didn't want to be annoying, so it continued until the winter of 2011 when our relationship finally got back on track. Then, we went to the movies again. This time, she sat on a chair, and I sat on the armrest.

I forgot the movie's name, but the plot involved a woman giving a man a handjob, and she was so tired she kept shaking her arms. The slightly romantic atmosphere from before suddenly dissipated, and I just smiled at her. She pushed me away slightly, and I gently put my arm around her. That day, because the air conditioning was broken, she was wearing a thick down jacket and didn't seem to feel anything, but I knew she, like me, was enjoying the atmosphere, that kind of tentative, morally ambiguous feeling. Then, for the first time, I gently kissed her lips—not a wet kiss, not saying much, and then I gently put my arm around her again.

After this, our relationship didn't grow distant; instead, we became even closer. She told me everything, from her relationship with her boyfriend to her ex-boyfriend to her period. We had no secrets. But physically, neither of us dared to get any closer, because we didn't know what the consequences would be. After all, we saw each other all the time, and I was quite familiar with her boyfriend. I told her I was afraid I might lose control one day, and she thanked me for holding back.

Finally, we're getting to the main point...

Sigh, I haven't even talked about her yet. I won't go into too much detail, in case someone knows her. She's about 1.6 meters tall, looks rather delicate, and makes you want to protect her. Exactly my type, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten close to her out of several women. You think we slept together quickly? No.

Our relationship remained close until we both got married, our families knew each other, and we often had meals and karaoke together, until she gave birth in 2015 (don't take this personally). During that time, I changed jobs (I won't say what I did, I can't smear her), and because I had more free time, while her husband was busy, I helped her with many things.

In the summer of 2015, she became a little depressed, and could only talk to me about many things. We often video chatted on WeChat, and she often didn't care about her home decor. My desire grew stronger, and I became bolder, occasionally teasing her, just as a joke. One day at noon, she asked me to help her. After I finished, the baby woke up crying for milk. Oh, I forgot to mention, she was wearing a black tank top and cotton shorts that day. The air conditioning in the room wasn't very low, and because she was soothing the baby, her forehead was slightly sweaty, with a few strands of hair sticking to it. I really wanted to brush them aside.

She said to me, "Wait outside for a bit, I'll feed the baby."

I turned around very politely, "I'm not peeking," and then strained my ear to listen to the rustling sounds, followed by the baby's loud sucking. I struggled for a long time between being a gentleman and a scoundrel, but finally, I mustered a little courage and turned around.

"Ah!" She panicked and tried to cover herself, but the baby didn't want to and started crying again. "xxx! Please turn around," her voice was a little tearful, probably from shyness. "You said you wouldn't look."

"I'm not peeking, I'm looking openly," I said, slowly moving closer.

Her breasts weren't large, only a B cup, but they were well-shaped. I couldn't see her nipples because they were in the baby's mouth, which made me a little anxious.

As I leaned in slightly, her breathing became a little rapid. I looked up at her; there seemed to be more sweat on her forehead. I reached out and smoothed her hair, then leaned over to kiss her.

She flinched, "Please don't do this."

I didn't provoke her further, resisting the urge to touch her, and just watched the baby drink until he was full and immediately fell asleep. She quickly pulled down her clothes to cover her beautiful breasts, gently put the baby down, and asked me somewhat angrily, "Have you no shame?"

She probably didn't realize how tempting she was to me right now; her soft words and gentle reproach only added to her allure. And I, too, had acted like a man, hugging her and kissing her. "Do you remember you said you'd let me see you in the summer? Now it's summer."

"xxx, please let me go, please don't do this." That fragile resistance, and the way she called my name, didn't extinguish my desire; instead, it fueled it even more.

I wasn't content with just holding her anymore. I reached out and tugged at her clothes. She struggled fiercely, but the baby had just fallen asleep beside her, so she couldn't move too much. How could those tiny tank tops stop my all-consuming hands?

When I grasped that soft, smooth skin, she stopped struggling and gasped for breath. "What do you want?"

"I want you," I said firmly.

"Not during the day!"

"Then when?"

"Let go first."

Thinking back on that conversation, I don't know how I was so sure she wasn't just stalling. I kissed her, tidied her hair and clothes, and gently embraced her. She pushed me away.

"Do you want to ruin our relationship?"

"I don't!" I said immediately. "But I just want you, a crazy thought, and I'm certain of it! You should know how long I've been holding back." "

Go back, come over tonight."

"He's not here?"

"He's on duty."

"Okay, I'll come over. I'll wait for your message."

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That night, I told my wife I was going to have dinner with colleagues, and after work, I went straight to her apartment complex. I parked the car on the curb and waited for it to get dark, waiting for her message. My heart was pounding.

I waited until 8 PM, then couldn't resist sending her a video call. She hung up. Just as I was about to call her, I received a text: "The baby's asleep, come over."

I felt a little flustered. I entered the complex, went upstairs, and knocked on the door. I had a feeling someone was watching me. Okay, the door opened. I opened it and went in, took off my shoes, and saw her in her pajamas walking towards the crib. I gently closed the door, walked behind her, and hugged her. I don't know where the confidence came from, but I knew she was mine tonight, so I wasn't in a hurry at all.

"Why did you have to bring our relationship to this point?" I knew her struggles, but I knew this was her last stand.

"YY, you know me, my ex-girlfriend, my wife, my feelings. You know I would have pursued you long ago if you hadn't been his girlfriend back then. You know how bad my temper is, but I can always laugh when you say something. You know how lazy I am, but I'm always willing to help you with anything. You know how much I like you."

"You'll regret it," she turned and looked at me.

"Even if I regret it, I still want you." I picked her up and carried her to the guest room.

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Although I'd gained weight after giving birth, carrying her was still easy. When we got to the guest room, I wanted to turn on the light, but she didn't agree, only saying two words, "Want me."

I practically threw her onto the bed, then pounced on her and started kissing her. Her response was intense, like a long-awaited, resentful woman. After removing all the obstacles, I stopped and looked at her. She covered her chest with her hands.

Her scent filled my nostrils, so fragrant. I gently said to her, "Let me take a good look tonight." I pulled her hands away and, by the light of the living room lamp, admired her slightly flushed cheeks, her delicate collarbones, and the pert nipples on her heaving breasts. I could even feel her nipples hardening under my gaze.

I gently lifted myself up to look down, but she pulled me closer. "Ugly, don't look," she said.

I leaned over and lay on her chest, gently licking her nipples and suckling her milk. She began to moan softly, embracing my head and involuntarily lifting her body. After taking care of both of her little ones, I continued sliding down—her chest, her navel, her lower abdomen—kissing her stretch marks for a long time. I truly didn't find her repulsive, and she sensed it. We continued, passing through the thicket until we reached the stream.

Her genitals didn't look thick, unlike any I'd ever seen before. She had almost no large lips, appearing delicate and petite, much like her body, yet she didn't look like she'd had a natural birth. A fleeting, tasteless kiss followed, then I continued kissing her from her thigh to her toes.

Her skin was incredibly smooth and moist. Returning to her groin from the other side, I licked her groin, then spread her legs wider. Her resistance was weak; she simply covered herself with her hands to prevent me from seeing.

I removed her hands with my left hand, then gently pricked her small pimples with my right index finger, before inserting my index and middle fingers into the opening to probe for the small granules inside.

"Don't torment me," she cried, her small mouth opening and closing, a faint sheen of liquid oozing out. I silenced her with a kiss, savoring the taste.

There was no strange smell, no saltiness, no flavor at all, yet the scent I smelled was still her own, only stronger. Was it her natural fragrance? I knew she always had a fragrance; she said it was the scent of Chando, which I'd smelled before, and it was similar. But now the scent was much stronger; I felt it was her body odor, or perhaps only I could smell it.

She tugged at my hair, her voice growing louder, "L~" she murmured my last name, then her breathing became more rapid, "I want you."

I curled her legs apart, my impatient little brother pressed against the entrance, I arched my back slightly, and we joined together.

"Hiss~" We both gasped at the same time,

"You're so tight." I was surprised, and I couldn't help but think of the Peach Blossom Spring. Of course, it was tight inside too, but what was special was that the opening was particularly tight. My little brother swelled even more. I'm the kind of person whose glans is sensitive, and the pressure inside was just right. The entrance was tightly wrapped around me, and when I slowly pulled out, I felt like it wouldn't fall out, it was just sucking me in, giving me unprecedented pleasure.

Her body was very sensitive, and she quickly begged for mercy. I didn't change positions, and after more than ten minutes, she pinched my arm until it was almost raw. Just before I was about to ejaculate, she suddenly said not to ejaculate inside, because I didn't have a condom. I did as she said.

After that, we talked a lot, about whether I would drink all her milk and leave her son hungry, why she agreed to let me come over that night, how we would get along in the future, etc. I won't go into details.

Writing this, I suddenly lost the desire to continue. The subsequent oral sex and swallowing of semen, the anal sex that took countless attempts to succeed, the unsuccessful breast sex, car sex, the beach, the woods, the farmland, the bathroom, the kitchen, etc.—I'll write about those when I have more ideas. From now on, I won't provide background information; I'll just describe the specific situations.

I don't like using condoms, and I don't want her to take any more pills (because I've already taken them about 8 or 9 times, I can't remember), so now we basically only do it during her safe period when her husband is on duty.

We've passed the initial period where we wanted to see each other every day, and now we've been together for almost five years. I still remember her crying in my arms after our first time, telling me about her family and her emotions; I remember that after we got home, her scent lingered on my fingers for many days because every few days, just as it was about to disappear, we'd meet again. I could always smell her scent in my nose, and she said the same to me.

[The End]

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