Personal experience (please don't be offended if you disagree)

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I'll just write whatever comes to mind. I'm divorced, and because I didn't want to stay in this sad place, I moved to another city. I'm quite satisfied with the job I found. Everyone is always laughing and joking around. I like lively atmospheres; I'm the kind of person who gets carried away by crowds. The more people there are, the more I can talk. People from Northeast China probably have a natural sense of humor, and sometimes I make everyone laugh. I love to sing, and I'm a karaoke king with a huge repertoire of songs (I don't sing very well, but I can sing a few lines of any song). When there are few people around, I act aloof. I guess I've been like this since I was little; I'm used to not smiling and acting cool.
There are about ten girls in our unit. There's an unwritten rule here: newcomers, regardless of age, have to call those who joined earlier "senior brother" or "senior sister." So I usually call them that, and we get along very well. About a month later, a girl joined. My first impression of her was that she was wearing a semi-transparent white gauze top, a beige pencil skirt, and flesh-colored stockings. She had delicate features and, despite being over thirty, didn't have a single wrinkle. Later, I found out she had had some work done, but not much—just some kind of injection to remove wrinkles. One of my senior brothers came over and said, "See her? She's also a senior sister. She said she was on a long holiday and just got back." Speaking of this senior colleague, he's a real womanizer. He's married, and his wife is quite pretty—a beauty instructor. She's always traveling for work, which makes him lonely. He's always going out to eat with several female colleagues. And you know how it is, he's not exactly handsome, but he has a roguish charm. He can drink, but you can't mix drinks. I'll have a little at home sometimes, but I can't outdrink him on beer alone. I'll start with half a jin of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and he'll have five bottles of beer after that, haha. Then I'll have five more bottles of beer, and he'll have about ten bottles in total, which is about his limit. Anyway, he told me, "I've always wanted to sleep with her, but I haven't had the chance." I ignored him and kept watching the female colleague walk inside. Sometimes I really felt like I had the ability to win her over, but maybe because he's always been after her, I've only ever exchanged greetings and brushed past her without saying much.
Another two weeks passed, and a new girl joined the team—my junior colleague, or so I usually called her. She was tall and thin, with an average but attractive appearance. With her arrival, my focus shifted. My supervisor told me that my work performance was good, and I would be mentoring the new junior colleague—a great opportunity, haha. After a month, my junior colleague's work was going well, and she could handle things independently. On payday, everyone suggested going out for a meal. So, my senior colleagues, my junior colleague, and a few other junior colleagues went out to eat together. We arrived at the restaurant we had booked and started ordering food and drinks—baijiu and beer. "Come on, everyone!" Before the food arrived, we played cards for a while. My senior sister sat across from me at the round table, while my senior brother and junior sister sat to my left and right. This was partly so I could drink and chat with my senior brother, and partly to take care of my junior sister. Once all the dishes were served, let's start drinking! Surprisingly, my senior sister could really hold her liquor. Everyone toasted her, and she accepted the bill. I don't like girls who are hesitant to drink; if you can drink, drink some. Don't pretend you can't. Okay, I have drinking buddies now. My junior sister really can't drink. One beer and her face turned red. She said she was allergic, so I let her off the hook. By this time, we'd had a few rounds of drinks and several dishes. My senior brother secretly asked me, "Can you still drink?" I said, "No problem! Help me get her drunk." I glanced at my senior brother and said, "Okay." Then I said, "Let's go somewhere else, let's go sing karaoke and keep drinking." My senior brother's eyes lit up. "Let's go!" Some people who couldn't drink or didn't like singing left, leaving just me, my junior sister, my senior brothers and sisters, and another junior brother. The five of us went to a karaoke bar, ordered a table full of drinks and snacks, and continued to party. Unexpectedly, my junior sister was a karaoke enthusiast, and she had a great voice. She didn't drink and kept asking for songs. My junior brother was in charge of choosing songs, and the three of us were responsible for the drinks on the table. We sang, danced, clapped, and drank. I don't know how much time passed, but my senior brother collapsed on the sofa. I looked down and, wow, he was sleeping soundly. Was he even trying to pick up girls? Just then, my senior sister came over and said, "Come on, have a drink!" I grabbed a bottle and downed it in one gulp. She said, "You can really hold your liquor!" I said, "It's alright," a little dazed. To be honest, I was already sober after drinking. I don't know if you've ever had this experience, but now the beer I drink is just water; I just keep going to the bathroom." Then my senior sister said to me, "You and your junior sister seem pretty good together, quite a match. Are you jealous?" I said we should take care of the newcomer, and that's what the boss instructed too. My senior sister smiled and went over to chat and sing with my junior sister. I don't know what they were saying, but I said, "Junior brother, come have a drink." We played like that until after 3 a.m., when we got sleepy. I looked at my senior brother and saw that he was sleeping in the same position the whole time. My senior sister was also a little unsteady on her feet from drinking, and my junior sister was tired from singing. I said, "Let's go back." My senior sister got up and went out. We got up, packed up, and followed her out. My junior brother helped my senior brother out. I asked him, "Are you alright, senior brother?" He didn't say anything and his eyes were still half closed. After my senior sister paid the bill and we left the KTV, I said, "Junior brother, take a taxi and send him home. I'll take another taxi for the two of them since they're going in different directions." I hailed a taxi, and the two of us practically dragged my senior brother into the car. After they left, I immediately waved to my senior sister again. Let's go for a walk, let's clear our heads. I nodded to my junior sister, but after a few steps, my senior sister suddenly grabbed my arm. I looked at my junior sister awkwardly. My senior sister said, "You don't need to look at her. I asked her. If you don't want her, I'll go for it." I was speechless. My junior sister didn't say anything. I said, "Senior sister, are you drunk?" Just as I finished speaking, she started vomiting all over me. I quickly helped her to the side of the road. She squatted down and continued to vomit. I said, "Junior sister, watch her. I'll go to the supermarket up ahead to buy a bottle of water." When I came back, she was still squatting there, my junior sister supporting her. After vomiting, she seemed even more unable to walk. We supported each other and refused to go back. I said, "Let's go, there's a hotel up ahead, let's stay together." We booked a room with two beds. I put my senior sister on the bed, and my junior sister went to the bathroom. I thought to myself, "Is my junior sister stupid? Don't you know I like you?" After my junior sister came out, she asked, "How are we going to sleep?" Before I could even speak, my senior sister had stripped down to her underwear and crawled into bed. I told her I had a bed to myself and she could make do with her for the night. How infuriating! It would have been such a great opportunity if I didn't have her. I thought, "It's okay, I'll wait until she falls asleep." After washing up, I went back to bed and lay there waiting for her to sleep. But I got sleepy and drifted off. I felt someone touching me, their hand slowly moving down and into my underwear. Oh my god, I immediately perked up. I turned around and saw my senior sister. Before I could speak, she kissed me. After a while, I looked at the other bed. My junior sister wasn't there. I sat up abruptly and asked, "Where's my junior sister?" I checked my watch—it was past six. My senior sister said, "She said she couldn't sleep anywhere else and went back. She called you for ages but you didn't answer, so she just left." She was masturbating as she spoke. I said, "Don't do that, senior sister. Actually, my senior brother... he... he wants to get me drunk and then sleep with me?" I stared at her with wide eyes. My senior continued, "Several times already, I haven't given him a single chance." Then she unhooked her bra, took off her panties, and sat on me. Her breasts, not too big, were firm, with small areolas and large, firm nipples that were irresistible. I grabbed them and kneaded them. My senior said, "They're quite big." Ah, I must say, my senior's skills are really good, completely automatic! Soon her legs were twitching and she was lying on top of me. I hugged her and kissed her. Her ears were quite sensitive. Then I thrust my hips forward, and she seemed to understand a little. We kissed, her hands gripping her buttocks, and then... After about five minutes of piston-like movements, her whole body convulsed again. I got up, and she was kneeling. Oh my god, what a peach-shaped butt! She touched her buttocks and rubbed her clitoris—so sensitive! I knelt behind her and licked her vulva, then inserted two fingers, asking if it was the right spot. She nodded, and I stimulated her G-spot until she climaxed again. I pulled her head down to my crotch, and she started kissing my penis. After it got hard, she turned around and waited for me. With every movement, her buttocks trembled. I couldn't take it anymore. After about fifty thrusts, I felt a surge of pleasure. I asked if I could ejaculate inside her. She said no. At that moment, I sped up, pulled out, and placed it on her back. Ah, so comfortable! We dried ourselves off, took a shower, and came back to chat in each other's arms. I learned that her husband had died in a car accident five years ago, and she was raising her daughter alone. Her days off were when her daughter was on vacation, which was a special permission granted by her work unit. Her parents lived far away, and her daughter went to her grandmother's house when school started. Her hobbies included yoga and smoking—a lonely smoker, huh? I asked her if she could do the splits. She said that was easy, and I said, "Let me see." She just remembered something, and when she saw me leering at her, she said, "No, I'm too weak." My senior sister said she really didn't want to anymore. She hadn't done it for more than half a year, and she was exhausted this time. She had dated a boyfriend before, a divorced man with a child. The boyfriend's child was a boy who always bullied his daughter, and they always argued about it. In the end, it was over, and she said she would never look for anyone again. She was fine with herself, earning money and supporting her child. Her husband passed away and didn't leave her much except for a house, which was good enough. After talking for a while, I asked if she could still go to work. Should she take a day off? She said no, she couldn't rest for so long, and she wouldn't be able to face her boss. I said, "Then let's get up and have some breakfast." We hugged and kissed for a while, then got up to get dressed. "Junior brother, how about it?" I turned around and saw my senior sister sitting there doing a split. I said, "Impressive," and walked over. She quickly pulled her legs back, glared at me, and said while getting dressed, "My legs are a little weak. I didn't know I was so impulsive today. I can't drink anymore." I smiled and put my arm around her as we left the hotel.
This is my first time traveling to another city. It might be a bit long-winded, and it won't have the plot, foreshadowing, or rich content of a novelist. I'll just write whatever comes to mind, based on my personal experiences. I wrote this today since I had some free time, and there will be more later. I'll also write about how things progressed with my junior sister, and my experiences before I got married.

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