A girl who loves to dream

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Yali is a dreamy girl. She works as an assistant in our company, in a different department than mine, but since our departments are separated by only a
screen, it feels like we're actually part of the same group. She's fairly good-looking, petite and delicate. If you met her on the street, she probably wouldn't make you turn around and stare
; but after spending some time with her, and considering she's 25 and not an ugly woman, she might inspire some fantasies.

She only helps her department with paperwork at the company, mostly typing documents or creating spreadsheets on the computer. To be honest, her
work skills aren't very good, and she's not very computer savvy. She often comes in to ask me computer-related questions, and even if I had something to
do, I would still gladly teach her.

At first, she would just ask a question or two at the door and then leave. Later, as we got to know each other better, she would come to the computer screen behind my desk to watch my explanations.
At first, it was just about computer problems, but after she finished asking her questions, we would start chatting. From the weather to politics, from movies to sports, all sorts of things. But what she
liked to talk about most was life abroad.

It turns out she had been studying abroad in the US for almost a year. I have a lot of reservations about studying abroad. Most people want to experience life abroad, but due to financial constraints
, they resort to studying abroad. Wanting to see new things and learn a foreign language is good in itself, but does going for just a few months really make you speak perfect American English? Don't even
mention studying abroad; do you think those people you know who have studied abroad for several years are all fluent in their foreign languages?

Honestly, I haven't met many current international students who can speak a foreign language well, let alone those on study abroad programs. Many people can't afford study abroad programs, but in reality, the cost
of these programs is higher than that of actual overseas studies. A few months of study abroad might cost the equivalent of a year's worth of tuition for studying abroad. After spending all the money, they return to Taiwan with poor language skills and no
degree to help them find better jobs.

Instead of studying abroad, it would be more practical to borrow money to study overseas; at least you can get a degree and find a job.

Yali fondly recalls her study abroad experience from a few years ago, constantly trying to entice me to talk about America. I feel a little sorry for her; she lives in a dreamlike, movie-like foreign land,
unable to return to real life. Besides, the real foreign country isn't as wonderful as she describes. My office is in a corner, not many people usually walk by, but every time she
stands in front of me to chat, wearing a short skirt, it sparks many fantasies in me.

At first, the distance was from the doorway to the desk, then it was looking at the screen across the desk, and then it was walking to my side to look at the screen. Unconsciously,
the distance has shortened a lot. I think Yali's destiny is that of a typical mistress. She is good-looking, but she can't endure hardship and is unwilling to endure hardship. She spends all her salary on
unnecessary cosmetics and clothes, all with the aim of pleasing men.

She told me she had a boyfriend, but no one had ever seen him, although some colleagues said they had received phone calls from him. I thought,
if I had a girlfriend like her, I wouldn't know what to do. She's fairly pretty, but there's always this feeling that things won't last, that we can't spend our lives together—
a bit like the "chicken rib" Cao Cao described.

Ya-li, who liked foreign things, naturally loved watching American movies. At that time, I was still with Xiao-liu. One Friday, we arranged to see
a movie . I went to buy the tickets first. After buying the tickets, I went to browse the nearby shops while waiting for Xiao-liu, but instead, I ran into Ya-li shopping alone. I told Ya-li that I had arranged
to see a movie with my wife, but she hadn't arrived yet. She said that she often came to Ximending during holidays to see if there were any discounted items.

She was holding something in her hand and asked me, "Do you think this one is better or that one is better?" She was holding a schoolgirl-style floral dress, while she was pointing to a shirt and trouser suit for
work .

I had no problem with these things, so I said, "Both sets look great, why don't you try them on?" She tried on both sets and then came out to show them to me.

It's a very intimate thing for a woman to try on clothes for a man. Generally, women are reluctant to wear new clothes in front of a man and then ask him to
comment on her clothes and her figure. Therefore, I think if a woman is willing to let a man comment on her new clothes, it means her feelings for him have crossed the
line .

I said, "A suit makes you look smart and capable, and a skirt makes you look younger." Little did I know that I had said the wrong thing, because she retorted, "Do
I look incompetent and old now?" I tried to salvage the situation by saying, "Of course not, you are beautiful." As for praising her for being smart and capable, I just could
n't bring myself to say that.

But after I told her she was beautiful, she forgot about her shrewd and capable side.

I thought to myself, I'm so lucky! I'm going to the movies with Xiaoliu right away, and now I'm picking out clothes with Yali. We're both pretty girls. The events of that night were also quite
coincidental. Just as Yali was hesitating about which dress to buy, my cell phone rang. Xiaoliu said her fiancé's family needed to see her and she couldn't come today, so she should
go by herself.

Of course, I wouldn't miss this opportunity. I said to Yali, "My wife just called and said she couldn't come because of something. If you don't have any other plans later,
would you like to go see a movie together?" It wasn't really appropriate for me to ask Yali to go to the movies alone, but given the situation, it seemed perfectly natural. Yali readily agreed.

The next question for Yali was which one to buy. She liked both of them, and not only that, she liked everything else in the store. She kept comparing the two pieces she had in her hands,
and then comparing them to the others.

The movie was about to start, but Ya-li seemed to have no sense of time and wasn't in a hurry at all; she was just hesitating in the store. I had a sudden inspiration and said, "Ya-li,
you look great in both of these outfits. Let me give them to you!"

She said, "I can't accept this."

I said, "It's alright, I've known you for so long but I've never given you anything." I don't know why I should give her something, but I could
see the joy in her heart.

It wasn't until I went to pay the bill that I felt the pain. It totaled over seven thousand yuan. Apart from the suit, I've never bought clothes that expensive before.
There's a sense of satisfaction in giving clothes to a beautiful girl. When you see her wearing the clothes you gave her, you feel a little happy, as if wearing your clothes means they belong to you.

After the movie, I originally planned to press my advantage and ask Ya-li to go out for dinner, but Xiao-liu left me a message asking me to meet her after the movie. At that time, Xiao-liu was
about to get married, and I was starting to miss her a little, so I said goodbye to Ya-li and went to find Xiao-liu.

Feeling a bit lost after leaving Yali, I drove to a deserted spot in the suburbs, and Xiaoliu and I made love in the car. But what I saw and touched wasn't
Xiaoliu , but Yali's body.

A few weeks later, Xiaoliu got married and moved south. On a lazy Friday afternoon, I sat alone in my office, lost in thought. I looked out
the window sun and reflected on how I used to meet with Qingqing and Xiaoliu every Friday for the past two years. Now they were both gone, and it seemed as if I would have to spend
countless lonely Friday afternoons from now on.

I saw Yali walk past the door. To fill the emptiness in my heart from Xiaoliu's departure, I called Yali in and asked her, "
Do you have a date after work today? How about we go see a movie?" I'm usually very careful at work, otherwise, how come no one knows about my affair with Qingqing and Xiaoliu over the past two years? I'm not usually willing to be
so direct, after all, I'm a married man, and it's a bit risky. But that day, I don't know where I got the courage, I blurted it
out.

Yali thought for a moment and replied, "Okay."

I was worried that if I left with Ya-li after get off work, we would run into a lot of colleagues, so I said, "Let's leave fifteen minutes earlier and buy tickets sooner."

Yali said, "My manager is here today, so I probably can't leave early."

I said, "Then I'll leave early and drive the car to the other side of the road, so the road will be easier to drive on." Actually, all of this was so that I wouldn't be
seen getting into a car accident while leaving work with Ya-li.

Yali's manager, Julie, is an older woman who has been with the company for a long time. She's not actually a difficult person to get along with, but she's always
had . She says Yali is always late, and Yali says it's because she has too much work and has to work overtime until seven or eight o'clock every day. Based on my understanding of Yali,
she's definitely not a very capable worker.

Ya-Li doesn't like to watch movies quietly; she wants to chat with the person next to her, saying things like how handsome the male lead is or how stupid the female lead is. Of course, I'll keep her company,
and I quite enjoy talking to her at the movie theater entrance. Because talking in the theater means we have to be really close, so close that I can hear her breathing;
we're practically sitting face to face.

Next Friday arrived quickly, and we had arranged to see a movie. We sat so close together in the dark theater, and even though we hadn't
done anything inappropriate, I had already mentally invaded her mind multiple times.

That winter was very cold. I was very fortunate to have Ya-Li accompany me to watch movies and have meals every weekend, and I would go shopping with her for clothes.

The Lunar New Year was fast approaching, and we were all reluctant to part on the last weekend of the year. Ya-li was going home for the New Year, and I was going south with
my wife and had other things to do, so Ya-li and I probably wouldn't be able to see each other alone for two weeks.

Up until then, our relationship had stopped at kissing and hugging, but that only fueled my desire and made me want more.

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I started my holiday a week before the Lunar New Year because firstly, I had no more cases to work on, secondly, I had a lot of unused vacation days, and thirdly, my wife, who is a teacher,
had already started her holiday long ago. Ya-li was going to work her last day before the holiday. That evening, around eight o'clock, my wife and I were watching a variety show after dinner when
my cell phone rang. It was Ya-li calling.

As soon as I answered the phone, I heard Yali say in a tearful voice, "Danny, could you come to the company right now?"

I asked in surprise, "What happened, Ya-li? Why are you still at the company so late?"

Ya-li cried and said, "Julie fired me."

I heard that Jilie was going to fire Yali, but doing that on the eve of the Lunar New Year seemed too cruel, so I said I'd go right away. Before leaving, I
told my wife that the company system had crashed and I had to go back to fix it, and I didn't know when I'd be back. I work on systems at the company, but women don't know much about computers, and when they
hear things like crashes, viruses, or Y2K, they think it's something serious.

It was almost nine o'clock when I arrived at the company. Poor Yali was waiting for me downstairs all by herself with several boxes of things. She had stopped crying, but you could still
see . We carried the things to the car and then started to comfort her.

I wanted to take her out to eat, and she agreed. But when we got to the restaurant, she said she didn't want to eat and that she wasn't hungry.

As a result, we drove around for almost two hours without knowing where we were going, and kept talking in the car.

Finally, she seemed tired, so I suggested taking her home.

Ya-li lives near Sogo; she lives alone in Taipei. That night was the first time I visited her home. It was a small studio apartment. She said it was conveniently located, and since she
lived alone, she didn't need to commute to work every day. Given the excellent location, the space wasn't very large; besides the bathroom, there were no other rooms.

After we entered the room, the atmosphere became awkward. A male and female colleague alone in a room late at night—I couldn't think of a good explanation. Although I took her home
, I had no intention of leaving. Yali didn't want me to leave either; she said, "Why don't you sit on the sofa for a while? I'll go make some coffee."

Coffee seems to have become a common topic of conversation between modern men and women; a cup of coffee can break the ice and ease the atmosphere.

You can also change your target when you can't find a topic to talk about.

Yali didn't have much furniture; the suite only had a dining table, a sofa, a TV to the side of the sofa, and a bed opposite it. The whole room was filled with
a girl 's tactile sensibilities: several large Disney plush toys, and posters of Andy Lau and Tom Cruise, CDs, etc., were the only decorations in the room.
She was always busy and disorganized at work, unable to find anything she needed, so I wasn't too surprised that she was fired. But she kept her home spotless.

The sounds of cars coming from the street below drifted in through the window; Taipei truly is a city that never sleeps. I heard clanging and banging from the kitchen. I wondered if making a cup of coffee would take
this long. Looking over, I saw Ya-li bustling around, the coffee already made, but I wondered what she was doing.

Now that I'm married and have experience with relationships, I know how difficult things are for her. On the surface, we're still friends and colleagues, but that
changed after she brought me home tonight. Yali is too embarrassed to come out of the kitchen. What am I waiting for?

We lay on the sofa, watching a rerun of Hu Gua's variety show from earlier that evening. My hands roamed restlessly over Ya Li's body. She lay in my
arms with her back to me, and I pulled her delicate body closer so that my already aroused little brother could press against her plump buttocks to relieve
the pressure of its swelling.

I started with her smooth, alabaster-like abdomen, reaching under her clothes to enjoy the unhindered pleasure of her skin. Yali's breathing gradually quickened
as I relentlessly explored her most intimate areas. Yali's breasts were probably 32 inches; given her petite frame, I guessed they were a C-cup. Even through her clothes and
the support of her bra, her breasts appeared firm and full.

At that moment, Yali turned around and kissed me face to face. She had a pair of full, moist red lips, and there was still the smell of lipstick on them. Her body exuded a faint
fragrance, which I think was probably Chanel 5 or something similar.

Kissing Ya-li felt wonderful. She was very good at responding to the man's movements. Whether it was our tongues touching or our lips overlapping, she made me feel completely intoxicated and
happy .

I lingered on Yali's breasts, caressing them repeatedly, and then guided her small hand to my swollen penis. Yali understood a man's
needs, and her small hand slowly caressed my pants. Our breathing became faster and more rapid, and we occasionally made "ha, ha" sounds while kissing.

Yali asked me, "Don't leave tonight, okay?"

At that moment, I had no desire to leave. She told me to wait a moment, that she was going to take a shower. I lay alone on the sofa and continued watching Hu Gua's program replay;
her departure allowed my excited nerves to relax.

I certainly don't want her body to leave me, but past experience tells me not to rush things. Unless there's a cataclysmic event, Yali will definitely be mine tonight.

The dripping sound of the shower that had been coming from the bathroom had stopped, which meant that Yali would be out soon. I wondered if she would come out completely naked or wrapped in a large towel.

Yali, who was always impeccably dressed, didn't skimp on her bathrobe either. She wore a one-piece babydoll dress with a slight laceration at the chest, revealing glimpses of her full breasts.
Seeing such a beauty before me, I went over and embraced her; her body was still warm as if from a bath. After her bath, she hadn't forgotten to apply lipstick and foundation, making her still stunningly
beautiful. Her body exuded a clean, fresh scent and a subtle fragrance.

Without the restraint of a bra, her breasts were soft and yielding, like a ball of cotton. She reached out and unbuckled my belt and trousers,
letting slide to the floor. Her small hands caressed my groin. After a while, I felt it wasn't enough, so I pulled her hand inside my underwear. When her soft hand touched me
there, a jolt of electricity shot through my body.

Somehow we went from standing to lying on the bed, she was on top of me, and I reached out and touched her round buttocks. I inserted my fingers between her buttocks, feeling
a little wet and a little warm. She reacted slightly, then asked me, "Do you want it?"

I whispered, "Yes, I do." She rolled over and straddled me, taking me inside her without even taking off her skirt. When I first entered, she
let out a moan of desire as she was stretched open. At first, she was quite dry inside, so she moved slowly. But once she was fully wet, she began to move naturally up and down
, in shallow and deep motions.

I generally don't like the woman-on-top position, as most women don't know how to move in a way that will make a man happy.

But Yali was a master at it. She enveloped my treasure with her body, moving up and down, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow.
When she was deep, there was no gap between our bodies; when she was shallow, she would just touch it briefly, and then she would wrap me up tightly again.

Slightly out of breath, she asked me, "Do you like this dress? Should I take it off?"

I said, "You look beautiful dressed like that."

She then asked, "Is this comfortable?"

I said, "Great, I can't hold back any longer."

She said, "I'll go slower, so you can hold on a little longer."

She slowed down afterwards, but the first intercourse lasted less than five minutes.

The TV is currently showing a Category III film starring Shao Shuzhen, which is ambiguous and only moderately flaunts her ample breasts and figure. I've always disliked these films that are all
show no substance, revealing but not actually undressing, just teasing men, but that night this film was a great aphrodisiac.

I was watching TV with Ya-li's petite yet voluptuous body in my arms when I suddenly asked a question I shouldn't have: "How many men have you slept with before?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I
regretted it. Thankfully, Ya-li didn't get angry and answered, "Seven, I guess. A lot, isn't it?"

I quickly finished speaking and said, "No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that question." She replied, "It's alright, you only asked because you care about me."

That year, Ya-li was 25 years old. Since leaving business school at 17 or 18, she had entered the workforce. She had a boyfriend who was her boss; he had
a daughter four years younger than her. They broke up just before her boss's wife found out. Ya-li then changed jobs and met her superior, who was also
married. They dated for about a year or two before ending the relationship when he found someone else. Ya-li wasn't good at managing money; otherwise, she wouldn't have failed to make
any money . After several years, she only saved enough to go on a year-long study abroad trip, during which time she mentioned having a foreign boyfriend. For her age, her experience was considerable.

Having been someone's mistress, Yali knew how to satisfy a man. She climbed on top of me and took my mouth in, giving me a blowjob. In her mouth, I prepared for
a second round of passion. I took off her skirt; her body was completely free of excess fat, clinging to her smooth belly, with rounded breasts, making her look somewhat like the Japanese porn star,
Kanazawa Fumiko .

This time, I took the initiative to have her lie on the bed. I entered her from the front and began to move, one thrust at a time. Ya-li responded to my movements with rhythm. When I
entered shallowly, she moaned softly; when I went all the way in, she cried out loudly until I withdrew, at which point she took a breath. Each of my different movements elicited
a different reaction from her.

Her natural female response during sex was a performance, a technique she had learned from having sex with different men, including married men and foreigners,
with the precision and skill of an Olympic athlete. I remained in this position, appreciating Yali's excellent and passionate performance. When it was time for me to climax, Yali cooperated by letting out
a soft, moving moan that lingered for a long time until I withdrew, at which point she finally gasped for breath.

We slept until the next morning, and when I got up, I asked Yali what she planned to do that day. She said she had no plans. I knew I had to go home, so I arranged to
meet . As soon as I got home, I threw my clothes into the washing machine and then jumped into the bathroom to shower and destroy the evidence on my body.

My wife was woken up by my noise and complained that she had to go back to work overtime during the Lunar New Year holiday. I mumbled something in response and then pretended to be tired and went to bed. In my sleep
, I had a dream in which I, Ya-li, and Xiao-liu were having a threesome.

Ya-Li has a natural talent for pleasing men. Once, we were eating out, and a long-legged woman in a tight skirt sat at the next table. Given my leg fetish, I
couldn't help but steal glances at her. Ya-Li saw this, and the next day she dressed similarly, making me restless and distracted on our date all night.

I finally made it to her house after the event ended. As soon as I entered, I gave her a bear hug and then entered her from behind.

Within a minute, after a few thrusts, I ejaculated inside her. She was still almost fully clothed at that time, which shows how much she had aroused me that night.

Afterwards, I began to regret it, wondering if I had treated her like a prostitute, a tool for my own gratification. That night, she mocked me, saying, "You're so cruel!"

Speaking of prostitutes, once when we spent the night in Macau. I wasn't interested in gambling; food and sex were my real passions.

That was Yali's first time at a casino. She wanted to try everything and didn't want to leave once she started. We had planned to go sightseeing during the day, but we ended up using that time to catch up on sleep.
Every night, after dinner, we went to the Lisboa Casino again, and I lost quite a bit of money over the two nights. But with a female companion like her, how could I care about such things?

On the second night, unable to bear the smog inside the casino, I went alone to the lobby of the Lisboa Center to watch the women lingering there. So many attractive women
walking around in front of me, and the thought that I could have one for only two or three thousand NT dollars, filled me with inexplicable excitement. If only Ya-li were there, I could have easily had my way with two or three
women .

I spotted one of the girls wearing a low-cut dress, one breast pushed up to her chin, almost half of it exposed. Next to her was another
woman dressed more plainly. The more I looked, the stronger my desire became. I thought I'd immediately tell Ya-li to go back to her room and do what I wanted, but then I suddenly heard Ya-li say beside me, "Those breasts are so big!"
Then Ya-li asked me how much I wanted, and I said two or three thousand NT dollars. She said she was just standing there looking, so I told her to go back to her room.

Although Yali and I only have a sexual relationship, I can't very well have sex with other women in front of her, can I? I told her no, and she said it was okay, that she wouldn't mind, and so on
. Finally, I said I was going back to my room, but she wanted to go back and play a few more rounds.

As I was showering in my room, I suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Had Yali forgotten her keys? It turned out to be those two ladies from Macau knocking, saying Yali had sent
them up, and asking which one I wanted. Now, following my desires, I told the one with the bigger breasts I wanted her. The two of them went into the room together,
while the other said she had nowhere to go and would have to wait there.

The busty woman asked, "Shall we do it now?" I was a little put off by this "professional" lady, but since Ya-li was downstairs, I didn't care too much and told
her to take off her clothes.

Her breasts were indeed large, at least a D to E cup. They felt a little soft to the touch; they looked better when she was wearing clothes. With a naked woman in front of me, the waiter stretched out his arms at a 90-degree angle.
I was wearing a towel at the time, and he was using it to prop up the towel. Thinking about it now, it's still a little funny.

She put a condom on me that felt like iron, and I couldn't feel a thing. After a while, my erection went soft, and I started to regret it. Why
not just have sex with Yali tonight? What's the point of going to a prostitute like this? She noticed my dissatisfaction and asked if I wanted to have sex with her friend. She said the two of them would cost 800. I didn't want it
to end , so I agreed to have sex with her friend.

I was still wearing that metal gag, but it felt much better with her friend; at least she was more responsive. Finally, after some effort and spending 800 Hong Kong dollars,
I finished with her friend in about ten minutes.

In the end, I regretted that I was greedy for novelty. I was not satisfied with such a good woman as Yali, and I was greedy for other cheap beauties. This is a lesson and
a warning .

After that, I lay down on the bed and fell asleep. I don't know how much time had passed when I was woken up by the sound of Yali taking a shower. She quickly followed me out.

As soon as she got into bed, I quickly hugged her. She was only wearing a long t-shirt and underwear, practically naked. She scolded me, "Don't touch me. Weren't those
two enough for you?" I said, "No, I was just looking. I didn't do anything."

She said, "You lied to me. I saw them downstairs, and they said that both of you had been here."

I said, "No way! Look, I can still get hard now. If I had done it with them just now, would I still be able to?"

I was really good at it, and immediately entered Yali's body again. The moment I entered, I felt that this kind of direct contact was what love was all about; using a condom was no match for playing with a doll. That
time, our emotions were incredibly high. I kept stimulating her, just to hear her alluring moans. From front to back, and back again, I
held constantly calling her name, and she answered me with moans of varying pitch. Finally, I ejaculated without being able to control myself.

That was the climax of our relationship, and also its end.

Not long after, she found a new job. At first, she told me about her work, including a boss who often treated her to lunch and gave her gifts.

After that, we went on dates less and less. The last time I went to her house and had sex with her, I felt like I was forcing her. Then she said that her boss was taking her to
mainland China on a two-week business trip.

I wondered if her boss also had sex with her in a hotel and heard her moaning. After waiting for two weeks, she finally came back. I called her, but
she just gave me a few cold replies and hung up.

I knew that at this point, I had no choice but to stop while I was ahead. In the days that followed, I reflected on our relationship and bought a diary to record every single time we made love,
a total of nineteen times. I thought I was lucky to have her, and if possible, I would be willing to pay for her body.

One day, I was passing by Sogo's house and on a whim rang her doorbell, but a different person answered, saying he had just moved in last month. I promptly
deleted her number from my mobile phone to cut off my longing for her.

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