I am a female civil servant with a lewd heart.

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Reading everyone's articles has given me a lot of inspiration. I'm 27 years old and work in the municipal propaganda department. My temperament and figure always attract attention.

Having been assigned to this government office right after graduating from university, I feel my life is quite dull. I don't like the husband my family introduced me to. There's no romance or passion between us like we had in college. But I understand that everything is for my future development, including my father's career; I have no other choice.

Every day, I only find excitement and passion online. I like to experience this feeling after lunch when the office is empty. Browsing everyone's articles makes me feel incredibly excited, and this has become a habit. This secretive feeling, with the possibility of being discovered at any moment, is something I can't experience at home.

As noon approaches, I feel a sense of anticipation, and my lower body becomes involuntarily wet. I like the feeling of damp underwear clinging to my labia, and tight stockings confining my underwear to my clitoris, arousing my desire with every movement. Who would know that while I'm chatting and laughing with my colleagues, my wet lower body is twitching and struggling; while I'm handing over documents to my boss, my clitoris is throbbing and trembling with heat!?

I will wait eagerly yet patiently, slowly waiting until lunch break, when my desire has reached its peak. I will lock the office door, open a website, read articles I like, and at the same time lift my skirt to my waist, pull my panties and stockings down to my knees, raise my legs, open my already soaked petals, and rub my clitoris with my fingers, repeatedly reaching orgasm 3-5 times, letting the wet feeling permeate my whole body.

At this time, I will fantasize about several mature and steady leaders in the workplace, surrounding me, rubbing my body with their hands. They will rub their thick, dark penises on my face, lips, breasts, and hands. I fantasize that with each orgasm, they will ejaculate their hot semen into my mouth, spray it on my face, breasts, and vulva.

After multiple orgasms, I will feel a strong emptiness in my vagina. At this point, I insert my fingers into my vagina, thrusting and probing forcefully. I enjoy using my middle finger to probe the anterior wall of my vagina, the rapid and intense friction giving me a urge to urinate-like pleasure, accompanied by a squelching sound and suppressed moans. I gradually increase the pressure of my finger until each thrust hits my cervix, and the final orgasm leaves me feeling temporarily exhausted. I feel that the orgasms I achieve through masturbation are more intense and satisfying, a completely different experience from having sex with my husband.

Sometimes, I also use devices, but they are homemade. Although I really like those vibrating, twisting, and rotating dildos sold online, and have even fantasized about buying one to wear and secretly controlling the switch to stimulate myself, I simply don't have the courage.

My masturbation tool is my cherished carrot, which I carefully select under the pretext of helping my mother buy groceries. I choose carrots with perfect streamlined shapes, about 11 or 12 centimeters in length, moderate thickness, and smooth surfaces. I would boil them in hot water until they were half-cooked, then put a condom

over them for preservation. The half-cooked carrots were also very elastic, making them very pleasurable when inserted into the vagina. One noon, as usual, I masturbated in the office. After a clitoral orgasm, I took out a carrot with a condom and inserted it deeply into my vagina. I pinched the knot at the base of the condom with my fingers and used my palm to simulate a man's mons pubis, slapping, gurgling, and squelching sounds against my genitals. I was almost lost in the moment. But just then, there was a knock at the door. It was our section chief. I hurriedly pulled up my underwear and stockings, pulled down my skirt, and went to open the door while the carrot was still inside me.

Because of the slight delay, and perhaps because my eyes and face still had the flush of orgasm, I saw the section chief's suspicious look, which made me feel incredibly ashamed. The section chief didn't say anything, but asked me to open a document on the computer; he needed to access some data. The moment I sat down, I felt the carrot's insertion into my vagina, and I almost moaned. I was incredibly excited then. I wanted to turn around, unbuckle the section chief's belt, and take his penis into my mouth, letting his thick, hard shaft reach my throat, thrusting forcefully in and out of my mouth, ejaculating into my mouth and face, while I lasciviously swallowed it. I also wanted the section chief to roughly lift my skirt, pull down my panties, take a wet carrot from my vagina, and, while mocking me with lewd language, insert his thick penis into my body, making squelching, squelching friction sounds, and slapping, slapping impact sounds, making me whimper and reach orgasm.

But I dared not do any of this. All sorts of lewd and obscene thoughts had crossed my mind, but I never acted on them. The days went by in a cycle, and every day, whenever I had the chance, I repeated my lewd behavior. I was still that outwardly cold, beautiful, and charming government official; still that inwardly passionate, lustful female civil servant.

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