Co-living Spring Dream

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My boyfriend fell for me at first sight, and I have to brag a little here. Although I don't have long legs, I have a naturally slender and well-proportioned frame, fair skin, and most importantly, a C-cup that makes me stand out even in a crowd of beautiful women—that's my pride. My boyfriend pursued me for six months before finally winning me over. For the first six months of our relationship, we had sex almost every day. In my boyfriend's words, I have a very high sexual intelligence; I can learn many positions very quickly. For me, sex also helps relieve my tension. Speaking of which, I have to introduce my job. I work in finance at a Japanese company, dealing with reports every day. Coming home to enjoy my boyfriend's affection was truly exhilarating in the beginning. I didn't hide my sexual needs at all; I shouted, went wild, and even had sex outdoors. For me, experiencing sexual freedom for the first time, those first six months were truly the greatest enjoyment. Later, the days passed by, becoming as bland as boiled water. Sexual intercourse became less and less frequent. Sometimes we'd prepare for days to have sex on the weekend, but one of us would always lack enthusiasm. Sometimes it was me, sometimes my boyfriend wasn't interested. And so the days went by. Until that summer, because my boyfriend changed jobs, we moved into a shared apartment. There was also a young couple living there. The man was a chef; as the saying goes, "Big head, thick neck, either a boss or a cook." My neighbor was tall, almost 1.8 meters, and compared to my boyfriend, an IT guy, it was like a black kingfisher seeing a red-tailed monkey. But honestly, I wasn't very interested in this kind of rugged man. First, my neighbor seemed a bit dull-witted; second, after spending so much time with my boyfriend, I'd gradually become accustomed to the sophisticated, white-collar lifestyle, while my neighbor's level seemed rather low. But his girlfriend was quite attractive. She was tall, especially with her high, pert buttocks and long legs—even as a woman, I was a little smitten. When I first moved in, I asked my boyfriend if it was because of the neighbor's girlfriend. He vehemently denied it. Ah, that's men for you—they might deny it, but their bodies will tell a different story. The first night after moving in, my boyfriend was like a god, going at it like crazy for over an hour. That long-lost pleasure filled my brain. But because we were sharing an apartment, I had to be careful with my moans. Anyway, the new environment brought a whole new experience, and I slowly started to adapt to this shared living situation. I have to mention that the guy next door is called A-Jun (I think A-Dai would be more fitting), and the girl is called Shuang-Li, a clothing store clerk. They're probably from the same hometown, but they don't seem to get along well; they argue all the time. But no matter how much they argue, they make love every night, and the girl's moans are completely uninhibited. The sound is enough to make your bones melt. After my boyfriend changed jobs and became a manager, he gets home even later, usually around 11 pm. Strangely enough, the couple next door always have sex at the same time every night, between 9 and 11 pm. Every time I complain to my husband that the neighbors' lovemaking is too loud and disturbs my rest, and that I want to move, my boyfriend always looks disappointed and says he'll come back earlier next time to eavesdrop. It's infuriating! One weekend, my boyfriend went to work overtime, leaving me home alone. Since we didn't talk in the morning anyway, I continued dreaming. In my dream, I vaguely heard a woman's moans mixed with a man's heavy breathing. The moans were undisguised and continuous. In the blur, I felt a muscular man walking towards me, his strong body still damp with sweat—so sexy! His abs made my cheeks flush. The figure drew closer and closer. http://aphaze.I couldn't see the man's face, I only knew he was wearing sexy underwear, with a big bulge in the front, making my heart itch, my mind wandering. It was probably 20 centimeters long, so big, almost spilling out. The man got closer and closer, and I felt a tightness in my chest. No, I had to take off my clothes, or I would suffocate. So, in a daze, I unbuttoned the two buttons on my chest, and a pair of C-cup breasts suddenly popped out, swaying in the air, and a pair of red and tender nipples looked exceptionally lewd under the light. After I unbuttoned my shirt, the man was already in front of me. He grabbed my breast tightly, and after a sharp pain came an unprecedented pleasure. His hands kneaded it incessantly, and I felt his strength. My brain was constantly being stimulated, and I gradually began to lose myself. My whole body floated up, and my lower body was gushing with lustful fluid as if I had urinated. The man lowered his head and kissed my lips passionately. My remaining consciousness told me to stop, that I had a boyfriend, and that I couldn't do this. But I really couldn't help it. I believed that men and women in the throes of desire reacted the same way I did; desire overwhelmingly overwhelmed reason. My tightly clenched teeth were easily forced open, and a pair of fiery tongues swirled in my mouth like wound-up springs. One hand had already left my breast and was moving down my navel. In my heart, I cried out, "No, stop!" But my body betrayed me, responding uncontrollably. My legs went from being tightly closed to rubbing back and forth. The man's hands were pressed against my vulva through my underwear. Ah, the wonderful feeling was like receiving an ice-cold soda on a sweltering summer day. But the man was a master of seduction; those hands pressed against my underwear stopped moving, and his passionate tongue suddenly withdrew. My God, what torture this was! I had the soda in my hands, but I couldn't open it. I vigorously thrashed my breasts, but the man remained motionless. Finally, as if I had made up my mind, I lunged at the man, tightly embracing his head with both hands, my palms deeply embedded in his thick, dark curly hair. My tongue frantically kissed his face and neck, searching for that long-lost fragrant tongue. I wanted that tongue, that saliva, that constant stimulation and teasing. I wanted it all, give it to me, I didn't care if you were human or ghost, I wanted you, I wanted you. I was like a madman. Suddenly, the man ripped off my underwear. "Ah..." I cried out from the bottom of my heart, instantly reaching orgasm. I could feel my juices flowing down my thighs, even into my anus. The man finally began his assault, bending his middle and ring fingers and forcefully inserting them into my vagina. "Ah..." I felt a spasm throughout my body, my juices flowing even more. The man's fingers stirred incessantly inside my vagina. I was going crazy; I needed more penetration from him. Suddenly, the man picked me up, carried me to a corner, and lifted me up, spreading my legs. He gave me a gentle yet irresistible command: "Come on, pee for me." As if possessed, I obeyed. My urethral sphincter relaxed, and a stream of cloudy liquid gushed out, but not far, flowing down my thighs and soaking my entire buttocks. But the relaxation of my bladder brought another orgasm in an instant. My God, what an experience this was! After I finished urinating, the man suddenly pulled down his underwear, revealing his enormous penis, a full 25 centimeters long, with a purplish-red glans several times larger than my boyfriend's. Seeing this, I knew the foreplay was finally over. Lost in thought, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my anus, followed by the forceful insertion of a foreign object. The swelling sensation reminded me of anal sex in porn. I realized my anal virginity was lost; this virgin territory, which my boyfriend had tried to access countless times but I had resolutely refused, had finally been lost, and without any warning. There was no regret, only anticipation. The man continued thrusting from behind, my stomach aching more and more, but my vagina was leaking even more fluid—I didn't know if it was residual urine or vaginal discharge, but my entire lower body was wet, a strange feeling. The man continued thrusting from behind, and I felt my intestines being stimulated, the urge to defecate incredibly strong. But my mind was controlling me, telling me, no, I can't do this. I was embarrassed. But the urge to pee was like a volcano about to erupt. Suddenly, a loud knocking sounded at the door, and I woke up instantly. It was just a wet dream. After regaining my senses, I suddenly realized that the sheets were soaked. I had wet the bed in my wet dream! Oh my god, how embarrassing! Then I felt a spasm in my bladder. No, it looks like I really need to pee. I opened the door and rushed to the toilet (the toilet in the shared apartment is communal). Just as I opened my door, the door across the hall opened too, probably because of the knocking. It was my neighbor, Ah Jun, who opened his door. Our eyes met, and I was so embarrassed I almost wanted to crawl through the crack in the door. I think Ah Jun must have seen everything: my wet underwear, my silk pajamas clinging to my body from sweat, and my nipples, erect with excitement. They must have been clearly visible through the silk. I believe Ah Jun saw it because I subconsciously noticed his crotch twitching. That erection must be quite something. "Do you need to use the toilet?" For some reason, I asked. The other person looked embarrassed and quickly said, "No, my takeout has arrived." Then I quickly slipped into the toilet, which was separated from my neighbor's by a wall. Not long after, I heard my neighbor close the door. Then I heard the woman say, "Are you still doing it? Didn't we already do it once? Hurry up and eat." Then I heard the woman say, "Ah," followed by a moan. I also ejaculated in the toilet, and listening to the moaning in my ear, my hand slowly slid to my clitoris. At this moment, I heard the woman say, "What's wrong? Getting food makes you so excited. You really fucked me to death." While listening to her, I masturbated in the toilet, fantasizing about various scenarios, but the one thing I didn't think about was my boyfriend. I stayed in the toilet for a full half hour until my neighbor finished, and then I reluctantly pulled up my pants. Back in the room, looking at the wet sheets, I recalled the erotic dream I had just had. It felt so real. Just like it was real. But who was that muscular man in my dream? His physique did resemble my neighbor, Ah Jun, and for some reason, this thought suddenly popped into my head. I immediately shook my head: "Pah, how could it be that idiot? He's just a cook." But ever since then, I've occasionally thought about that towering lotus seedpod I saw when I opened the door that day. Sometimes, even during sex with my boyfriend, I'd have those thoughts, and it seemed to increase my sexual sensitivity. [The End]

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