My Story with Yiqing

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sat in a corner by the floor-to-ceiling window of the café, looking out from the second floor at the somewhat overcast city sky. I received another text message: "Honey, I'm almost there." This immediately sent my thoughts drifting far away. Actually, it was a girl coming, and I didn't know how to define our relationship. A lesbian? No. It seemed somewhat ambiguous.
A few minutes later, a beautiful figure appeared at the door. Yi Qing, wearing an off-the-shoulder cropped t-shirt and tight denim shorts, quickly spotted me and walked over gracefully. Remembering that we hadn't seen each other in a long time, I greeted her in a unique way. She flinched, her steps shifting slightly, and she walked over with barely concealed legs. "Damn it, wearing such tight shorts and still using a remote-controlled butterfly device? Why didn't you bring a vibrator? Aren't you afraid someone will find out!" I whispered to her as she sat down in the chair opposite me. The area between her tight shorts legs bulged more noticeably as she sat down. Yi Qing chuckled, "Just be careful when you use it, you're scaring yourself." "You brat, daring to talk back." I immediately turned up the remote butterfly's setting, but Yi Qing just gave me another flirtatious look, not rejecting my actions, though her face was already starting to flush, and her thighs were beginning to tighten. I've also handed the remote to Yi Qing before, but I'm nowhere near as nonchalant as she seems. She's willing to accept many challenges when it's safe, but when I'm outdoors with a remote-controlled toy, I'm mostly embarrassed.
When did you bring it? "I asked her." I brought it before boarding the train. It's so hot, I'll go to the restroom first. "After saying that, she stood up and walked towards the bathroom. I mischievously turned the vibrator up a notch, and even this crazy girl immediately stopped, her legs pressed together. When she looked back at me, she was biting her lip, looking quite anxious. I smiled secretly and turned the vibrator down to a low setting. Yiqing then rubbed her back, wiped the sweat from her brow, and went over.
When she returned, Yiqing looked completely refreshed, not at all like a traveler returning home. After drinking coffee for a while, the two of us got up and went home. Yiqing and I shared a two-bedroom apartment; her surname was Zhen. After our previous roommate moved out, we..." We met once while discussing roommate issues on a BBS. I joked that I didn't know many people from the Zhen family, besides Donnie Yen and Donnie Yen himself, and she was the first one I'd ever met in my life. She giggled, giving off a completely natural vibe, a very genuine girl. Slightly slender, she wore a navy blue plaid shirt with beige casual trousers, her sneakers casually strapped together. She swung her legs freely under the table, eating and looking around, giving off a lively and charming feeling. After leaving the coffee shop, we sat down in the nearby square. On the bus back, Shanghai's daytime traffic was a bit congested, and Yiqing, holding onto the handrail, inevitably revealed a glimpse of her waist. I stood next to her and glanced down, and to my surprise, I saw several butterfly-shaped strings securing her shorts, which weren't belted. I rolled my eyes at her, wondering why she was so careless. I switched seats with her, letting her hold onto the handrail next to her, and her falling clothes finally covered the exposed area. Although she was being a bit daring, it wasn't to the point of playing with the butterfly strings in a crowd. We laughed and joked all the way back, and soon arrived at our place. It was a two-bedroom apartment; one room was empty, and our room... We moved into the same bedroom not long after.
I'm not a lesbian; we were just like two loving sisters. The change in our relationship stemmed from an unintentional incident. That weekend, I went shopping, while Yiqing stayed home resting. The sweltering heat had dampened my appetite, so I prepared to go home. On the way, I bought two juices from an ice cream shop, which she also liked. When I got home, I went straight to Yiqing's room. The door was ajar, but the room was dimly lit. I held the cups in both hands, slipped in sideways, and quickly reached her bedside. "Yiqing, get up and have some juice." "What I saw when I looked up stunned me. Yiqing stared blankly at me, equally dazed, her face and chest flushed red, her chest heaving violently. A long object was bulging out of her black lace panties—the end of a sex toy, clearly humming incessantly, indicating she was about to climax. After a moment, in a panic, she closed her eyes, arched her body, and made suppressed sounds. A few seconds later, I finally understood what was happening and hurriedly ran out. A
while later, Yiqing sat down in front of me, elegantly drinking juice, her flushed face not yet completely gone, her alluring appearance making me blush as well. "Have you ever used a sex toy?" Yiqing's question almost made me choke. I coughed, but she covered her mouth and laughed.
2.
Yiqing casually threw down her bag and ran to the refrigerator to find something to eat. Then she sat back down on the sofa, rubbing her forehead and saying, "Why is there no food in the fridge? I'm so hungry." "Why didn't you say you were hungry? You could have eaten out before coming back." "Hehe, didn't I miss you? The Queen's back. How are you going to please me?" "Hehe, I'll just push you down." The remote-controlled butterfly was still on Yiqing. I pressed the switch and adjusted it to medium intensity. I got up to draw the curtains. Turning back, I was pushed down onto the sofa by Yiqing, and then her whole body covered mine. I was used to receiving her kisses and caresses, our breaths mingling, making me intoxicated. "Yingying, I missed you so much." "Amidst the entanglement of lips and tongues, Yiqing's hot breath mingled with intermittent sounds. The movements ceased, and I gazed at her. Even after just a few days apart, my life felt incomplete.
No one had ever been so important in my life, not even my ex-boyfriends, even those with whom I shared both love and body, could compare to this longing. Long ago, I found it hard to imagine Yiqing disliking men, but now, the girl leaning over me, her hands covering and kneading my breasts, was so natural and refreshing. No man could ever possess such flawless perfection, a beauty seemingly born of nature. I closed my eyes, just as she had done that summer night last year, undressing me, gently biting and tugging at my nipples, then softly sucking on my skin as she slowly slid down, withdrawing the two fingers that had been buried deep inside me and replacing them with her warm tongue. An irresistible pleasure erupted from within me." I weakly pressed down on her hair, my waist arching back as I tried to escape, yet I couldn't resist the temptation and arched upwards. Pleasure was building, but Yiqing between my legs was growing weaker. She lay beside me, fully clothed, slowly moving her fingers, her body trembling, her lower body slightly raised—she was close to climaxing. I changed the butterfly button to a higher setting, my hand covering the slight bulge between her legs, gently pressing and rubbing back and forth. The tight feel of the denim fabric, the vibrations it sent, and Yiqing's soft screams gradually intertwined, stimulating me. But Yiqing's fingers had already slipped weakly from my genitals, leaving only a thin layer of her fluids. Yiqing was gradually unable to bear it, her legs clamping tightly around me. His hands and waist were stretched forward, his body arched into a beautiful curve, and then he fell down weakly.
In the supermarket, Yi Qing went shopping frantically at various counters, filling half a shopping cart with food, drinks and fresh fruits. Tissues and sanitary napkins are indispensable and must be used frequently. Yiqing's body fluids are a bit too rich. If Yiqing turns on the electric butterfly to play with, her lower body bites the butterfly and dare not relax too much since the cafe. Otherwise, she does not have to wait until home, without underwear and sanitary napkins, she will be dejected and find a place to clean up.
Not long after the romance, Yiqing changed clothes, took a shower and went out to do some shopping. Not even paying attention to my still heating body. "Why don't you usually take the initiative, hehe." This was her reason. What was bold was that Yi Qing took off her hot pants, without any underwear on her lower body. She pulled out the butterfly and buried it at the root of her vagina, and the love juice that leaked out wet the entire panty. "Why are you so bold?" "Haha, don't be afraid if you don't wear anything. There are butterfly straps on both sides. Others will just think of it as underwear." I was speechless. "I really don't know if you call me brave or reckless. "When I pretended to ask her to wear the butterfly again before we left, she finally begged, 'Oh dear, I already wore it on the train, and my clitoris is still red. I can't stand the stimulation. Besides, if you dare make me wear it, I'll get revenge on you tonight. Humph.'
During the day, I controlled her time, but being a bit reserved, I chose the night. Occasionally, there were times during the day, and although Qing was mischievous, she wouldn't embarrass me too much. Who knows the secret thrill? Besides, when you fall in love with someone, you're willing to please either her or yourself.
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When I occasionally cleared my mind at work, I realized I wasn't just a simple lesbian. But I had also fallen in love with Yi Qing. A love that encompassed both body and soul. Starting from that night a year ago, I experienced a wonderful sensation I had never known before. When I regained consciousness from the afterglow of my orgasm, the girl beside me, her gentle body soothing me, suddenly became much closer than just sisters. She even quickly accepted using her series of sex toys to explore my body. I remember the first time I went out with a vibrating egg; the intense tingling sensation in my lower body almost drove me crazy. She watched my unbearable expression and played with it with great enjoyment. Even when I couldn't walk, she would choose unavoidable situations and turn on a setting I couldn't handle. Once, while we were waiting for the green light to cross the street, a sudden high setting made me stand up and have an orgasm after a long period of stimulation. I opened my eyes wide in disbelief; it was that kind of feeling. A string in my mind was about to snap, and my lower body was overwhelmed by a tidal wave of pleasure. Seeing my state, she also felt she had gone too far, stuck out her tongue, and supported me. But I refused to take another step. Then the green light came on, and I was forced to lean on her, the thrill of crossing the street with the crowd made me completely fall in love with the game. A male friend online was clearly curious about the feeling, but I couldn't describe it. Who but a woman could understand the feeling of having to keep walking just seconds after an orgasm? My vagina gripped the vibrator tightly. My whole body trembled, my lower abdomen contracted violently, but I had to maintain a nonchalant expression, a few red clouds rising as I forced myself to take each soft step. It's all hard to express in words.
Our bodies are only suited to small toys; I even rely more on fingers. Her slender, warm, and flexible fingers are incomparable to any toy. But she tried hard to guide me through my passivity, even buying me an inflatable SM sofa online so I couldn't resist her malicious assaults. This allowed me to gradually and intentionally cooperate with her.
Just like now, tied to the inflatable sofa, legs spread wide, eyes blindfolded with a silk scarf, and wearing a tight-fitting, soft mini dress. My breasts were full and round, C-cup peaks creating alluring curves against the smooth, silky cotton fabric of my dress. Then, lifting the hem of my skirt that covered my lower body, one hand directly touched one of my labia. When Yi Qing was disciplining me, her voice always sounded wicked, and she would repeatedly trace her fingers along my clitoris, lightly touching my labia minora. As my breathing became rapid, and my lower body secreted a warm, moist fluid, Yi Qing inserted a glass-like object into my vagina. "Ah!" My legs kept trying to tighten, my inner walls clenching tightly, but the cold object relaxed them. "So cold."
I dared not speak; I didn't like the feeling of having my mouth gagged, but I wasn't allowed to speak. If I disobeyed, I didn't know how this little devil would torture me. Until three of these glass tubes were inserted into my body, I could only let out suppressed groans. Yiqing explained, "They're three test tubes, sterilized, hehe. There are some small ice cubes inside, but the water is still at room temperature, so you won't get cold. This time it's for half an hour. I've already set the timer; it will go off when the time is up. Don't worry, I won't slap you." The test tubes seemed quite short. After being inserted into my body for a few minutes, they gradually became less cold, and then Yiqing added a few more ice cubes. She then inserted them back into my body without further insertion, and the stopped test tubes gradually became even colder. I tried not to clench my vagina too tightly, but the cold temperature caused me to tighten every now and then, then relax as if stung by a bee.
Yiqing seemed to have expected everything and chuckled a few times. I knew she was watching my genitals between my legs, observing their reaction. "Here comes the hot towel!" Immediately, a hot, damp towel was placed over my vulva. My body tensed instantly; the contrasting temperatures made it impossible to move or struggle. After the stimulation, my vagina contracted sharply for a few seconds, sucking in the test tube only to be stung by the coldness again. My mind went blank for a few moments. After less than two minutes, the temperature finally neutralized. Yiqing removed the towel and pulled the test tube out of me. I shook my head, whimpering. This short experience of just over ten minutes had given me a real headache. Where did this brat come from, coming up with so many strange methods? The test tube arrived, but it was thicker and longer than the previous ones. Only after it was halfway inserted did I feel a slight warmth. I couldn't help but exclaim, "I calculated the size perfectly! You can't loosen it at all; you can only clench it tightly. The slight swelling feels nice, right? Enjoy it, hehe." The stimulated skin inside my vagina felt like skin warmed by a hot water cup in winter, but many times more intensely numb and tingling. My body began to produce a large amount of lubrication from the sudden stimulation, which gushed out with the pressure between my vagina and the tube walls with each thrust. What
was even more infuriating was that my vagina involuntarily gripped the test tube and uncontrollably tightened, making it useless to arch my back. And that wretched girl was still taking turns pressing the slightly hot and icy test tubes against my clitoris, then releasing them and pressing them back on. I struggled helplessly, but my restrained hands and feet offered no strength. The test tube in my lower body began to be squeezed out little by little, and the fluid in my vagina started to slowly gush out. Just as Yiqing pulled out the test tube and began her assault on my clitoris, I collapsed limply. My lower body involuntarily contracted several times, then slowly opened. Although I didn't orgasm, the different temperatures made my vagina numb and sore, no longer strong enough to close. The lubrication washing over the inner walls gradually restored its sensitivity. But just then, something like a rod was inserted again. My body reflexively contracted, and I couldn't help but scream.
Yiqing smiled smugly and said, "Do you remember that toy with all those bristles you saw online?" Of course I remembered that toy. I was shocked when I saw it by chance. The entire surface of the toy was covered in soft bristles. It shouldn't be something for our age group. The intense stimulation was unimaginable. Who knew what kind of terrifying damage it would cause to a young girl whose sensitivity was still sharp? Not to mention the incredibly sensitive inner walls of my vagina, made even more sensitive by the temperature difference. The moment they tightened, the sharp, soft hairs scraped against my tender flesh, sending shivers down my spine. This was far too much stimulation for me to bear. I finally couldn't help but beg. "Waaah, Yiqing, no! Waaah, I can't take it!" Perhaps my cries were different from usual, because Yiqing was startled. She pulled off the scarf covering my eyes, looked at the toy on my genitals, my vagina hesitant to tighten, yet constantly on the verge of contraction, and tears streamed down my face. "Okay, okay, don't cry. I'm sorry, alright?" Yiqing panicked. She had never seen me like this before, and knew she had gone too far. She loosened the straps binding me, helped me sit up, my legs wet, and her hands buried deep within my genitals, hidden under my skirt.
"Yes, raise it a little higher." I sat smugly in the chair, watching Yiqing do yoga. Her body looked slender, yet incredibly graceful and perfect; any more weight would be too much, any less would be too little. Her bust was a B cup, but very firm, especially when she did the poses in her beautiful light pink yoga outfit. It often attracted the attention of the muscular men in the gym. The punishment for my tearful experience last time was the 3.3cm-long, 8m-thick Japanese-made remote-controlled vibrator currently inside her. Fortunately, it was just the two of us in the yoga room, and she was clearly lacking strength in her yoga poses. After resisting the vibrator for more than ten minutes, Yiqing was also on the verge of collapse. The usually tranquil atmosphere of yoga practice was quite different. Her face flushed red as she continued a leg-opening pose, but she couldn't stop her legs from bending and trembling. I thought it was enough, so I told her it was okay, and then we went to change clothes and prepare for dinner. "You're not going to mess with me, are you?" Yiqing asked timidly. "Let's go. You don't want to be punished, do you?" I still felt a little scared when I thought about that night. That feeling was even more unbearable than having an orgasm on the street, far beyond my body's capacity. If I hadn't been so overwhelmed by Yiqing's finger stimulation that I lost control of my bladder, I probably would have immediately punished her by making her run a kilometer downstairs in the Butterfly High position. Hmph. As we passed the gym, Yiqing nervously grabbed my arm. Her attitude towards men made her very nervous about the muscular men with their aggressive gazes in this place, afraid of attracting attention. I smiled slightly and didn't turn up the power. Yiqing's pace quickened, as if she was going to the restroom, but I pulled her slowly to the changing room. With the first step, I heard Yiqing's panting. I could imagine the kind of stimulation, enjoyment, or perhaps torture she was experiencing inside the warm inner walls.
There were still a few familiar office ladies doing yoga in the changing room. Yiqing, however, was on the verge of climax, her face flushed. A few steps after entering, she stood behind me. She was wearing a cropped yoga outfit, revealing a small patch of her waist and lower abdomen, which was now clearly contracted. Her legs were trembling and pressed together, and one hand rested on me. One of the girls noticed something was wrong and asked with concern. I hurriedly turned off the vibrator. Yiqing, her voice trembling, stammered as she borrowed a sanitary napkin from the girl and hurried to the bathroom. The girl giggled, "Not feeling well and still exercising? Really!"
Back home, Yiqing was unusually docile, showing none of her mischievous side. Curled up in my arms, she said, "Actually, I'm the one more suited to be M. It's just that you're so bad at learning; I haven't been able to teach you to take the initiative after all this time. You refuse to torment me." "How haven't I tormented you? Doesn't today count? Besides, I wouldn't bear to see you embarrass yourself in public. I'm just not as bold as you. I can research it sometime and surprise you. But let's sleep now, I'm so tired." "Okay, goodnight." "Goodnight."

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