Public Relations Career

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This was a kind of exhilarating pleasure that ignited my passion and fueled my desire. It was a game I had never played before. The couple on the bed changed positions in all sorts of lewd ways, possessing a devilish energy, as if testing their sexual stamina, completely and frantically intertwined. Dongzi's penis was incredibly hard, and his excitement and lust made Zheng Ming moan incessantly beneath him. Their naked bodies and intense movements seemed to infect us as well. The scene I witnessed brought my sexual desire to its peak. Mei, who was moving up and down, was not to be outdone. Her moans grew louder and her movements faster, her climax approaching with each passing second. When semen, saliva, and sweat covered every pore of our bodies, Mei finally climbed off me and rolled onto the carpet, panting heavily. When we were having sex, I had been desperately holding back from ejaculating, and now, that restraint had worked wonders; my penis was hard again. There was no sign of weakness; it remained erect and strong, like rubber. This left Zheng Ming on the bed speechless. She had just pulled away from Dongzi's body and held his head in her arms, watching and giggling, sometimes whispering sweet nothings in his ear, sometimes rubbing against him. Finally, they both rolled off the bed and onto my raised legs. Zheng Ming sat up, turning her back to me, swaying her white hips. This action was unexpected, and for a moment, I was taken aback and frowned slightly. She teased me like a stripper; we both harbored desires, and now that the window had been opened, we no longer hesitated. I embraced her from behind, pulling her soft hips towards me, and she cooperated, offering her round buttocks. After a moment, I accepted her advances. Mei, who had gradually regained her strength, lay sprawled on the carpet, one of her jade-like legs pressed against Dongzi's chest. She played with his ear with her toes, then stroked his face. Seeing that he didn't seem to mind, she went on to gently trace her toes back and forth on his lips. They exchanged partners, this collective activity keeping them entertained. Sometimes they shared a man, sometimes they each nestled into a man's arms. Enjoying something alone had its pleasures, sharing it together had its thrills. A solitary revelry with a man was delicate and composed, but sharing a man was lively and endlessly pleasurable. Finally, they lay exhausted on the huge bed. I don't know how much time passed, but I woke up in a hazy state, feeling a little hungry. I removed Zheng Ming's arm from my chest and moved one of Mei's thighs away. Wearing only their underwear, they went outside to find something to eat. Everyone else had vanished without a trace, not even a note. The floor, table, and sofa were littered with food scraps, cigarette ash, empty cardboard boxes, soiled tissues, a smelly sock, and a pair of black lace panties—a truly horrifying sight. My face flushed and burned. These women, flaunting their jewels and fine clothes in broad daylight, lived smugly at the top of the city, their inner enthusiasm for life long since eroded by their extravagant lifestyles. They had lost even the last vestige of female self-respect. More often than not, they hoped that people, especially men, would treat them as the most wanton and shameless prostitutes, indulging in a decadent and depraved lifestyle. I suddenly understood. This was, in fact, their most exquisite madness, what they longed for—to create something new, to generate an unexpected climax. When I returned to my apartment and finally opened the door, I found the entire place bathed in the beautiful light of candles. Some kind of incense was burning, and a faint scent of rose essential oil filled the air. Soft, beautiful music played from the record player. Li Jun was asleep, slumped on the living room sofa. I gently stroked her slightly curled hair, marveling at the peaceful and beautiful features she displayed in the candlelight. Although I knew everything about her, I still often felt an unusual shyness and my heart would race when I looked at her, as if we were meeting for the first time. In many ways, from personality and hobbies to eating and dressing habits, we were the same kind of people. Even our appearances were similar—sometimes ordinary, sometimes bright and captivating. Therefore, from the beginning, I believed we were a match made in heaven, each other's one and only, destined to be together forever. Although she never explicitly said so, I understood her. She was wearing one of my white shirts, an oversized men's shirt that accentuated her curves.The full version of the multiple rapes of married women is available for free on mobile devices. Her exquisite figure was hidden. I sat quietly on the sofa, moving her head to my lap. One hand quietly slipped inside the front of her shirt, reaching behind her waist, enjoying the warmth of her body before slowly caressing her in circles. After repeating this several times, I slowly pulled up the hem, exposing her legs from the back of her knees to her thighs. She seemed to be wearing nothing under her shirt. Realizing this, I pulled it up further, catching a glimpse of her rounded buttocks peeking out from her slender legs. In the candlelight, my eyes were fixed on the two mounds exposed after the shirt was fully lifted. As I looked, a wicked thought suddenly arose in my mind. Thinking of the enchanting scene that would unfold on the bed, I felt an unbearable excitement, focusing intently on creating this warm atmosphere. Li Jun woke up. Her expression seemed a little blank for a moment when she saw me, then she realized something, sat up abruptly, hugged me, and gently nuzzled my neck with her head. I smelled her familiar and pleasant scent, and was about to say something when she covered my mouth with her hand, gesturing for me to get up and follow her. Despite being completely bewildered, I was led by the hand towards the balcony, making all sorts of wild guesses as we walked. Fireworks? Tea? Dancing? We'd done these romantic things before. But today wasn't her birthday or any other special day. Although the weather forecast said this winter wouldn't be too cold, the balcony at midnight still sent a chill down my spine, let alone her, wearing only a thin shirt. "Don't be childish, be careful not to catch a cold," I said, trying to pull her back into the room. She pulled away from my hand, "I have something important to tell you." She backed away until she was close to the balcony railing. The full moon shone brightly on her, making her face look beautiful. Beneath her gathered hair was a slender neck, its soft lines flowing down her shoulders to her waist, then to her full hips. Although she wore a long white blouse, her two rounded thighs were exposed, clearly visible in the moonlight. Outside the balcony, the night seemed shrouded in a large black net. The streetlights cast a dim glow, making the street appear hazy. A sad love song drifted by from somewhere. "Let's break up," she said decisively, clearly after careful consideration. Her stern tone held no hint of jest. I gasped, speechless. At that moment, everything seemed to go dark, the world regressing to a chaotic, savage era. Reason was clouded, and my mind went blank. I only remember saying "No" in a panic. Yes, at that moment, I wasn't just surprised; I was terrified. "What do you know?" "I said, a bitter taste rising from my throat and hitting my nostrils. Tears welled in her eyes as she shook her head, saying, 'I won't say anything to avoid hurting you, but I can't bear it.' Tears streamed from her eyes, clinging to her long eyelashes. 'Since you already know, so be it.' I feigned indignation; my eyes must have been as cold as a snail's, making her uncomfortable. Perhaps my rudeness stemmed from my inner weakness, as if she had scratched some hidden sore. She continued, sobbing, 'Alan, if you didn't do this job, we'd be fine. Even if you were a penniless pauper, I'd earn money to support you and make our lives like everyone else's.'" She spoke very quickly, her face pale. I heard the sound of blood flowing through her body and the soft creaking of her bones. A sense of despair washed over me as I recalled the intimate days we had spent together, and I realized I had once again become a sex game. I coughed and reached out to touch her shoulder. "Stop talking, I agree." With that, I turned and went into the room. I lit a cigarette on the sofa, carefully recalling every detail of our relationship from the very beginning, the coincidences and inevitabilities that had occurred in this incomplete love. She came in silently, sat on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, her face haggard, looking like a pitiful, unattractive little mouse. Something in the air burned sweetly for a moment, then suddenly vanished. A heavy, black premonition gripped my heart, and with an irreversible momentum, I locked myself in the bathroom. A rush of warm water washed over me, the rising steam obscuring everything, followed by a long silence. Only then did I realize how terrified I was of seeing this reality: I was truly going to lose her, like breaking a mirror and not being able to see your reflection, like lifting a veil and not believing your own eyes. Five minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom, combing my wet hair until it was smooth and shiny, wearing a white bathrobe that accentuated my bulging chest muscles, a vague smile playing on my lips. "Sleep." I tried to keep my voice natural. She rolled her eyes a few times, looked at me, and suddenly burst into tears like a clown, her cries undisguised and grotesque. Her crying was silent, only her extremely distorted features and convulsive expression remained, as if a dagger had been plunged into her throat. I looked at her silently. At that moment, I felt I had forgiven her. Or perhaps it wasn't so much forgiveness as she hadn't actually done anything wrong. What was strange was that I had chosen that profession from the beginning, like a member of a permissive society. She wasn't wrong; in my eyes, she had always been right. She wrapped her arms around me from behind, and I could feel her wet eyelashes fluttering against my neck, a ticklish sensation. Her tears flowed like poison down my neck and body. A clock chimed evenly on the wall, tears gushed in the moonlight, a sparse, cold wind whispered, and the ticking of time seemed fragile, making the room feel vast. A feeling of being hurt stirred within me, making me desire her body. I roughly flipped her over and threw her onto the bed. I watched her delicate body sink into the mattress with a small bounce, and I straddled her, pinning her down. A hint of deadly panic flickered in her eyes; she didn't understand when my madness had begun to brew and then erupted so completely. "No, let me go!" she cried, still waving her small fists and pounding on me. "Give up!" "I told her in her ear that resistance was futile, and suddenly unbuttoned her shirt. The front of her long shirt opened wide, and her breasts suddenly emerged from the opening. Li Jun's breasts were not large, but they were round and firm. Now, suddenly exposed before my eyes, they seemed somewhat surprised, yet also exuded an indescribable charm. She knew her breasts were exposed and tried to close her shirt, but I quickly pressed her hands back to her sides. She tried to break free, and I pressed her back down again. This repeated several times until I finally used my knee to subdue her hands. She finally stopped moving, leaving only her legs swinging, like drumsticks pounding on a mattress. I pressed my buttocks between her calves. Before I could see her expression, before I could see her desire, I pulled down her underwear like a butcher skinning her." She continued to scream, but the tide of the battle on the bed was already clear. The more she struggled, the more energy she was wasting; the force of her heels pounding gradually weakened, until finally she could only bend her knees and spread her legs. She had no other choice but this posture: submission, compliance, and biting. I pressed my body down on her, and the moment I touched that warm, smooth skin, I could no longer restrain myself and thrust into her in one swift motion, penetrating her deeply. In an instant, she let out a cry that sounded like a wail, her body involuntarily leaning forward. I quickly reached out and supported her hips, stabilizing her waist. This seemed somewhat cruel to her frail body, but perhaps she also desired this state. I showed no mercy, thrusting relentlessly, my eyes wide, half-loving, half-hating as I gazed at her naked body—her nose, breasts, ankles—all radiating a captivating allure in the dim light. Her desire gradually surfaced with my assault; driven by love, her features, like islands, slowly emerged from the mist, regaining their former alluring beauty. She even curled her slender waist, wriggling joyfully on the bed, welcoming my wanton thrusts. The room had a damp, slightly bitter smell, like after a heavy rain. Our bodies entwined endlessly on the dark bed, flesh and body seemingly rediscovering memories of each other. I swirled and soared within her, employing seductive techniques, the pleasure lasting a long time. This lovemaking was like a sprite from a black humor master's pen, arriving precisely at the moment we were convinced our relationship was truly over. Simultaneously, an unprecedented climax descended. Her pale thighs were intertwined, tightly gripping my hips, her body trembling uncontrollably. I ejaculated with pleasure, releasing the fire burning within me, releasing my resentment, my anger, my helplessness. My body felt an immense pressure, a destructive madness. I rolled off her, lying on the snow-white sheets, deeply frustrated. She held me tightly. In that moment, I truly wanted to hold her back, to beg her not to leave me; I was willing to completely change myself for her, but that courage only lasted a few seconds. She lay beside me, neither of us wanting to make a sound.A desire to make a sound. She embraced me from behind, and we lay on our sides, like two loving silver spoons, gleaming with a cold, metallic light. The next day, when I awoke from a deep sleep, I rubbed my aching head and found she was gone. She was gone, taking all her belongings with her. I searched the house thoroughly, as if in disbelief, but she was truly gone. It was nearly noon, the sun was bright, and a faint warmth of spring filled the air. I walked towards the hotel with extremely peaceful steps, greeting familiar neighbors and even tossing a few small bills to the beggar who often appeared near the hotel. The city was still bustling and prosperous, the hotel's neon lights flashing and dazzling, but I walked with an unusual calm, as if I had arrived at the end of a love story. The Li Jun I knew was slowly being covered by time. She was stored in my memory as a passionate memory, and sometimes I would see her on the television screen, still charming and fresh-faced, but I could only smile bitterly, because life itself cannot allow you to be sentimental forever.

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