A resentful woman seeks a bachelor

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Before we separated after marriage, countless times I would secretly touch my burning body in our bed while he slept, biting my lip to keep quiet. I even shed tears for it. I always felt guilty about masturbation. I felt it was bad for women to masturbate. Many times I asked myself: if I had never masturbated, would my relationship with my husband be more harmonious in bed? But the itch was insatiable. Itchy! An unbearable itch! An itch that masturbation couldn't kill! I missed him. I missed him terribly. A gentleman pursuing a lady takes time; a resentful woman seeking a bachelor can be done in half an hour.

A colleague of mine had a young man, unmarried but with a girlfriend, who regularly worked out. He was someone I fantasized about, and to satisfy my desires, I seduced him. And so, a respectable married woman met the "devil" again, sneaking around, furtively knocking on the door. When I opened it, he grabbed me, dragged me inside, and kicked the door shut. The moment I entered, he brutally pinned me against the entryway wall, kissing me passionately as if he'd just been released from a ten-year prison sentence. A jolt of electricity coursed through my body. My face was pressed against his, neither of us willing to budge. Our breathing was rapid, our hearts pounding. His scent filled my nostrils. I panicked, completely disoriented. He glared at me fiercely. I felt like I was facing a ravenous wolf. His eyes held nothing but the flames of desire. I could hear the crackling of burning wood. Would this animalistic fire consume me? I couldn't think straight for a moment. My mind was filled with hatred, resentment towards my husband, bitterness over his emotional abuse, and fury at all injustice. Hatred and lust burned within me. Women must be liberated! Today, I'm going to turn the tables!

I felt his erection. Instantly, my wanton reaction surged. I found myself involuntarily clamping my legs together. A warm, unfamiliar warmth was spreading from between my crossed legs. He asked, "Missed me?" I nodded. He asked, "Missed what?" I whispered, "Everything about you." He said, "Animales are fierce, don't mess with me!" I said, "I will mess with you." He said, "You'll bear the consequences!" As he spoke, his mischievous hand reached under my skirt. I felt dizzy, as if I had become a high school girl again, a charming young woman who blushed easily. I asked him, "Missed me?" He snorted, dragged me into the bedroom, threw me on the bed, and quickly stripped me naked. He stared into my eyes, glaring fiercely, like an old wolf staring at a naked lamb under its paws. My face suddenly burned, and my heart was pounding frighteningly. Sunlight streamed in from the window, and tiny dust particles danced slowly in the air. The dazzling light shone on his face, and I was mesmerized. I squinted at his rosy lips, which were bright and captivating in the sunlight. For a moment, my mind went blank, and I felt somewhat confused and infatuated. I looked closely at the old wolf's forehead and gently pinched his soft earlobe with my fingers. I gazed at his handsome features, long eyelashes, and straight nose. I gently traced the lines between his lips with my fingers. I greedily inhaled the faint, unique scent of youth emanating from him. I slowly leaned in and gently kissed his face and lips. He grabbed my shoulders tightly, his embrace like that of a bear. At that moment, I couldn't move an inch. His arms were so strong that I couldn't struggle at all. Two pairs of dazed eyes! My arms had just helplessly risen above my head when he immediately gripped them with his iron clamp, causing a sharp pain. He pressed me down wildly, trying to conquer me. I asked, "What are you going to do?" He grinned, panting, and said, "I'm going to devour you alive!" Hearing such crude words, I felt a strange, blissful sensation in my heart, like a person plummeting in an elevator. I asked, "How long are we going to last today?" He kissed my face haphazardly and said, "Until you yell 'stop,' until you can't take it anymore." I pulled down his pants and said, "You're so bad..." He groped my breasts haphazardly and continued, "...until you're completely weak..." I said, "You filthy scoundrel, do you even have that ability?" He continued his verbal venting, "...until you scream and howl!" I said, "You're such a jerk! Stop talking nonsense~" He said, "One mouth, two hands, three dicks, take your time." I said, "Vulgar." He said, "I am vulgar!" He pressed me down and roughly rubbed me, like kneading a large lump of dough. I half-closed my eyes, focusing on experiencing the pleasure of being ravaged. We were both covered in sweat, our bodies flushed and hot, trembling, roasted by the flames of desire. He climbed down on me. His hot, moist breath softly sprayed onto my vulva. All my muscles tensed, my whole body taut like a bow. He said softly, "What's wrong?" I said, "Nothing... I'm just really nervous..." He said, "I'm not an executioner." I relaxed a little. He said slowly, like chanting a spell, "Relax, baby. You have to be really relaxed. Relax, relax..." His voice had a hypnotic effect. I gradually tried to relax my mind and body, but I just couldn't get used to it. I kept thinking that my genitals were ugly, smelly, and unhygienic. I was afraid he would be disgusted. As it turned out, my worries were unnecessary. Not only was he not disgusted, but he seemed to have a great appetite. He knelt down below me, carefully smelling, looking, looking repeatedly, observing carefully, and smelling repeatedly, teasing me gently with his fingertips and a small spoon, making my mouth "drool" continuously. He sucked and nibbled at my genitals, licking my clitoris and scraping my labia, making me gasp and tremble. This guy was a gourmet, licking with such pleasure that he forgot to go, like an anteater patiently and instinctively playing with its inner tongue, like a little black bear hugging a honey pot. After gradually getting used to it, I began to feel a warm, dizzy sensation in the back of my head, like floating on a warm sea or drifting in the clouds. When he licked me, I couldn't remember anything… Waves of warmth surged from my lower body to my heart, spreading throughout my entire body. I couldn't help but let out a groan. He said, "Your groan is the most beautiful sound in the world!" Encouraged that someone appreciated me, I let out two more groans. He was encouraged and licked even more intently, his neck moving with each lick. Of course, he was careful not to hurt my lower body with his teeth. I asked, "Does it smell bad?" He nodded, still sucking on my lower body, "Mmm! Mmm!" I said, "Come on up!" He shook his head, still sucking on my lower body, "Mmm~ Mmm~" I asked, "Still eating even though it smells bad?" He didn't answer, instead focusing entirely on licking and sucking my clitoris, as if fulfilling his only mission in this world. My clitoris swelled in his mouth. My clitoris stubbornly stood erect, erect, erect under the cruel torment of his tongue. Suddenly, I felt a surge of excitement, an overwhelming urge to "seize" him. I pressed him down hard, pinning his head against my vulva, while frantically squeezing my thighs together. Suddenly, I was struck by the Qiantang River tidal wave, a devastating assault. A tingling, burning sensation in the back of my head! A spasm in my heart! My vision went white, my ears went deaf, my lower back ached, blue arcs of electricity crackled and scattered, sparks flying everywhere. Gushes of heat gushed from my aching bladder, urethra, and vagina. Lightning struck me. A raging flood engulfed me. Like being struck by lightning, I instinctively arched my back, opened my mouth wide, and groaned uncontrollably, contracting my muscles, as if fiercely protesting his torment and resisting his lewd temptations. But in truth, I was shamelessly succumbing to depravity. After so many years as a respectable woman, a dutiful wife, the feeling of occasional succumbing was wonderful, the feeling of losing control was wonderful. I knew nothing more… After a solid ten seconds, my orgasm finally subsided. My hair was soaking wet, my face and neck were soaking wet, my armpits were soaking wet, my arms and legs were soaking wet, I lay there motionless, looking like a female corpse just pulled from Yuyuantan Park. My soul had long since left my body, but my mind was trying to return. Who am I? A virtuous wife and loving mother. Why am I now lying naked on a strange bed? And why is a man's head tightly clamped between my thighs? A sudden flash of rationality sent a shiver down my spine. I quickly released my grip and took a deep breath to catch my breath, only then realizing that I had exerted so much force that my arms and legs were stiff and cramped. I looked at him. Thankfully, he was still alive. He was covered in sweat just like me, panting just like me, and looking just as blissfully peaceful as me. I looked at him a little embarrassed and said guiltily, "Get on top of me!" I pulled him up and hugged him. He hugged me back. In the vast universe, two ants embracing each other warmly moved me. His eyes were filled with a blissful exhaustion, his cheeks, chin, and nose glistening with the fluids from my vagina. For a moment, I was confused, unsure who had just climaxed. I kissed him, his burning cheeks, his wet lips. His cheeks and lips were still tinged with the musky scent of my vagina. He was panting heavily, exhausted from the heat. I said, "Why didn't you turn on the air conditioning?" He said, "I don't turn on the air conditioning when I'm fucking." I asked, "Why?" He said, "If I turn on the air conditioning, I can't smell the flesh and the scent of sweat. When you're fucking, you should be drenched in sweat, you should be like a wild animal. Do wild animals have air conditioning?" I chuckled. He had a mischievous look, a hint of decadence in his eyes, and a nonchalant, utterly depraved nature. He said softly, "I have to admit, you're very attractive, including your moans and your silly smile." Hearing this, my whole being was intoxicated, the world spun around me, and I almost lost my balance.

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