She had sex with a burglar at midnight.

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Am I an utterly idiotic woman? But at thirty, I crave tenderness and care, both emotionally and physically. To receive it, and even to yearn for it in this way, makes me despise myself…
Coming home from work this afternoon, I saw scaffolding erected again on the exterior wall of our building. I don't know how old this building is, but in my memory, it's always been constantly being reinforced. Getting closer, I realized the scaffolding was less than a meter from our window; one could easily step onto it and enter our bedroom. My heart skipped a beat, and I rushed home, calling my husband as I ran, "When are you coming home today?" Amidst the noise on his end, I vaguely heard him shout, "I'll be back as soon as I'm done. Don't wait for me for dinner, eat first." I ran home and carefully checked the place three times, inside and out. Thankfully, nothing seemed amiss. In the past, during several building reinforcement projects, residents had reported burglaries, so whenever I saw scaffolding on the building, I would get incredibly nervous.
That night, the alarm clock had already struck 11, and my husband still hadn't returned. Perhaps he wasn't planning on coming home. I picked up my phone and, sure enough, saw his text message, sent quietly sometime during the night.
It was just the beginning of autumn, and the night was still somewhat irritating and muggy. I tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling asleep. In my hazy state, I saw the curtains move, and a dark figure flashed past the window and into my bedroom. I reflexively sat up in bed, but before I could even speak, my mouth was covered. He whispered, "Don't shout, or I'll kill you." A gleaming watermelon knife flashed in front of me, and I couldn't help but shudder. Light from the opposite building shone through the curtains, so the room wasn't completely dark. I couldn't see his face, but I could clearly see his eyes. He didn't seem like a vicious person; in fact, he even had a hint of handsomeness in his features. He said fiercely, "Give me 3,000 yuan, and I'll pay you back. Don't report me to the police." He brandished the large knife in front of me; the cold glint stung my eyes. I quickly took out the money I had just withdrawn that day from my bag: "This is what I just withdrew today, for my child's school fees. It's about 3,000 yuan, and this is all I have." He didn't even look at it before shoving the money into his pocket. "I didn't ask you for more, why all the nonsense?" Then, he forcefully shoved me aside, preparing to walk past me. In that instant, he yanked open the straps of my nightgown, and the silk slipped off my smooth shoulders, exposing my full, white body to him. I froze for a moment, and so did he…
His eyes lingered on my chest for three seconds before he shoved me hard onto the bed, pouncing on me like a beast. I struggled fiercely, but I was no match for him. His body pressed down on my legs and arms, and I was like a bound scarecrow, completely immobile.
My heart pounded, and I felt an inexplicable anticipation. Was it revenge on my husband? Was it lust? I didn't know! I only knew that I felt incredibly comfortable. I felt a warmth, a sense of security, under his weight. My mind was a mess. I didn't know if I should push him away, but I really didn't want to. "Give me a reason!" I told myself. "Hmm! I've had too much to drink!" I chuckled inwardly, amused by my own self-deception. So I decided to relax and give myself a pleasant night. I lay limp beneath him, letting him take liberties with me. I shyly closed my eyes, letting him do as he pleased.
His lips and tongue pressed against my tender red lips, wantonly tasting my smooth, fragrant lips, sucking my saliva. I felt lightheaded and limp from his kisses; even if I wanted to resist, I would be powerless.
He seemed satisfied with my reaction. He looked up and smiled; his smile was captivating, filled with an indescribable charm, utterly mesmerizing. My heart fluttered, and I couldn't help but move my lips towards him, as if I were a sacrifice offered to the man I was so infatuated with.
I struggled to press my body closer to him, yearning for him to enter me. With the contact of our bodies, I felt his strong masculine presence, and my face flushed even more.
But after his initial aggression, his kisses gradually softened, and I slowly began to enjoy the way his tongue, like a little snake, roamed between my lips and teeth. In that moment, I almost forgot he was a vile burglar, a lonely woman slowly withering away in this dangerous little room, and he a passionate man. We, in a daze, before morality and shame could even register, seized a few minutes of our lives for a moment of unbridled indulgence. His kisses had unknowingly slid across my lower abdomen, and I felt his hot breath on my inner thighs. I shyly closed my legs.
"Open your legs!" his voice was both tender and forceful. Hearing this, a blush crept over my entire body; I knew I could no longer resist. He teasingly caressed my buttocks and kissed my breasts. I trembled all over, my thoughts in disarray. Before I knew it, he had buried his head between my legs… “Ah… God…” I simply couldn’t bear his caresses. No man had ever done this to me before. I tried desperately to squeeze my thighs together to stop him from going any further, but I failed. Under the skillful teasing of his tongue, I lost myself.
“Ah… no…” I screamed frantically, resisting the burning desire within me. The intense stimulation made my body contort. My hands gripped my almost bursting breasts tightly, my protruding belly rising and falling in response to his movements. The surging tide of desire pounded against my flesh, my soft and smooth thighs stretching out towards the air.
He finally lifted his body and began to quickly remove his clothes. Faced with his magnificent erection, I felt so helpless. He knelt between my bodies, lifting my thighs with both hands, his hard erection thrusting against my sensitive spots. I couldn't help but writhe, opening my private space, preparing for his entry. "Ah..." Finally, he entered, gently and softly. The ample lubrication made me feel almost no pain. He didn't immediately go all the way in, but just slowly moved in and out. My inner walls trembled, seemingly cheering for his arrival. I couldn't help but writhe, yearning to completely devour him.
I felt him growing stronger, and with each thrust, he approached deeper and deeper into my body until he was completely inside me.
"Oh..." I moaned wantonly, feeling the force within me. He thrust unhurriedly, as if enjoying a sumptuous feast. His hands roamed freely over my body, exploring every corner, tormenting my flesh, forcing me to moan, begging for his favor.
"Oh...come on...fuck me...ah...baby..." His movements became faster and faster, the flames of lust burning my body, the surging flames seeming to melt everything within me. In the instant of climax, I completely let my body and mind indulge, uttering shameless, blush-inducing moans and groans—something unimaginable for me normally. I didn't know what I was doing; I just wanted to fully enjoy this moment.
Suddenly, I heard his low voice: "Are you feeling good? If not, tell me." My first boyfriend used to ask me that too when we were intimate. Just that simple, familiar question instantly ignited a fiery passion within me. I felt like I was trying to grasp something, but I grasped nothing. I just craved it so intensely, and then his body entered me. I felt a complete, overwhelming satisfaction, a feeling I had never experienced with my husband. His enthusiasm and my reciprocation made me feel like a fish drowning in water, completely overwhelmed by him...
Much later, he got up and started to straighten his clothes. He said, "I will return the money to you, but you must not report it to the police." His voice was still low, but it was no longer as cold as before. Before he finished speaking, he jumped to the windowsill and nimbly disappeared into the night.
Still shaken, I immediately dialed 110, but the call wouldn't go through. Dejected, I gave up. This bad guy knew my home; if I reported it, he would definitely retaliate, and I couldn't bear to imagine the consequences. I'd seen so many tragic stories on TV about people being punished by bad guys. Now, the only person I could call was my husband, but his phone was constantly busy. On the fifth try, the same gentle yet cold female voice said, "The user you dialed is not in service." I slammed the phone to the ground. With the sound of it shattering, my heart broke into pieces, and tears of humiliation streamed down my face…
I lay back down on the bed. The scene felt like a short film, thrilling, tense, and unreal. But the bed was no longer the same, because of that man, a despicable burglar… Everything was different now.
I spent a sleepless night. As soon as I arrived at work this morning, Qingqing, who had walked past me and then turned back, scrutinized me and said, "Hehe, sister, did my brother-in-law take good care of you last night? You look so radiant." I glared at her, not wanting to say anything. Seeing my expressionless face, she wisely walked away. I secretly took out a small mirror and, sure enough, found my complexion rosy. Thinking back to last night, it was truly a close call, and... what if I had encountered a vicious criminal? Today's headlines would probably be something like, "Broken into a house last night, murdered the female homeowner, and the case is under investigation," etc. I spent the whole day in a state of half-unease and half-confusion, even standing in class, I was in a daze. I didn't want to go back to that house, but after thinking about it all day, I couldn't think of a better place to go. Hesitantly, I boarded the bus home. My husband still hadn't returned. He texted me saying that there was an urgent matter at the construction site, and he had gone to S city last night. He wouldn't be back for about a month, and told me to take good care of myself. I smiled faintly and deleted his text.
That night, I closed all the windows early, checking them carefully several times before drawing the curtains. I turned on all the lights in the house, then closed the door and climbed into my bed. I placed the Mongolian knife under my pillow; pressing it down, I could feel its cold hardness, which gave me a sense of security. The bedspread and blankets were still from yesterday; I was too lazy to change them. Deep down, I didn't want to change them.
Lying in the darkness, I couldn't sleep. The scent of the man from last night still lingered on my pillow. His body was so passionate, his movements so gentle; even his aggressive kisses were so wild and nostalgic. With my husband, he had never been so passionate, nor so considerate. But a thirty-year-old woman, from heart to body, craves tender and meticulous care. Yet, to receive it, even to yearn for it, in this way made me feel a little ashamed of myself. However, subconsciously, I harbored a sliver of hope, a longing for that man to climb the high scaffolding again one midnight and come to my room…
The building's reinforcement work was nearing completion, and the scaffolding in some areas was slowly being dismantled. The man never came again, and my heart sank in each expectant night. Honestly, it wasn't about the 3000 yuan; I just wanted to see him again.
That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep until after midnight. Suddenly, I heard the curtains rustle, and saw a figure nimbly leap down from the window. Before I could even see clearly, he was already standing before me. It was an exceptionally handsome face. He said, “Sister, the construction here will be completely finished tomorrow. I came today to return the money to you.” He handed me a clean brown paper envelope. Looking at me, his face flushed, he said, “Can I hug you one more time?” I hesitated, nodding, my eyes betraying the uncontrollable desires deep within me. He came over and gently embraced me. The familiar scent of tobacco ignited a desire within me that reached its peak. I held him tightly, as if afraid he would vanish in that instant.
Suddenly, a deafening knock at the door startled us both...
He nervously released me. I said, "I'll go check." He got up, straightened his clothes, and deliberately hid behind the wardrobe. I opened the door, and there stood two policemen. I was shocked. "What happened?" I asked. The policemen said, "Someone called the police, saying a thief broke into your house through the scaffolding downstairs. They asked us to come and check." I was startled, immediately thinking of him inside. I quickly said, "No way! I didn't know. I've been inside the whole time. No one has come in. The person who called must have mistaken me. Thank you." The two policemen looked at each other and said, "Oh, that's possible. As long as you're sure you're safe, it's fine. Call the police again if anything happens." Then they hurried downstairs.
I closed the door and went back into the room. He stood there, looking incredibly awkward and uneasy, radiating an inexplicable unease, as if he had completely transformed into a stranger. A strange sense of disgust welled up inside me. I didn't know how I had changed so quickly; I just wanted him to disappear from my sight as soon as possible. I said, "Go." He seemed embarrassed and nodded in agreement. Then he walked to the window. I said impatiently, "Can't you use the front door?" He glanced at me, seemed to want to say something but said nothing. He walked to the door, opened it, and went straight downstairs. Hearing his footsteps fade into the distance, I collapsed to the floor, unsure whether to laugh or cry. I opened the envelope he had taken out. Inside was a stack of RMB, a full 3000 yuan. Finally, a note flew out of the envelope: "I'm returning the money I borrowed. Thank you for not reporting it to the police; you're a kind woman." I stood there, stunned. The money fell from my hands, like a jumble of mixed emotions.

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