My Private Affairs Part 1

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The story takes place on a winter evening. That day, my boss's friend, Brother L, organized a dinner party. (My boss was my supervisor; before this, our relationship was purely professional.) He invited my best friend and me along (my best friend and I are close to Brother L). There were many people at the dinner party, and with all the toasting and drinking, I naturally drank quite a bit. I'm not a big drinker to begin with, and after mixing two or three different kinds of alcohol, I was already feeling a bit tipsy before the dinner was even over. After dinner, my best friend suggested going to karaoke, so we all went to a KTV, drinking and singing until midnight. Then everyone left after the party. I noticed the older man had drunk quite a bit, and since we were going the same way home, I told him I'd take him home first (after all, he's an employee, and I should take care of my boss). He said his car was in the office and he needed to go back to get it before taking me home. So we took a taxi to the office, and somehow we ended up inside. He locked the security door from the inside. I said, "Open the door, I want to go home." He said, "No, don't go home, just sleep here." Then he started hugging and touching me. As a single young woman, and with the added effect of alcohol, how could I resist such advances? Half-heartedly (and naturally), I got entangled with him, thinking, "Let's just let loose this once." He then asked me if I wanted to stay here or go upstairs. I suggested we go upstairs, so we went to the bedroom. We kissed and undressed, his nimble tongue entwining with mine, the kiss driving me wild with passion. When his warm hands kneaded my nipples, I felt a jolt of electricity coursing through my body, and I couldn't help but moan. My moans gave him immense motivation. Then he used his hands to push my breasts together, pressing my nipples together, and kissed my buds with his tongue, leaving his saliva on my breasts. Alcohol really does make one's senses more sensitive; I was completely limp and weak, and of course, my lower body was also wet with desire. When he entered my body and began thrusting, the feeling was wonderful, little sister... The instant fullness and the pleasure from the constant thrusting intoxicated me. My vaginal walls were tightly connected to his penis, lubricated by our love juices. With a slight push, he reached the deepest point. He thrust rapidly, and I gasped beneath him. The blissful sensation was indescribable. But since this was our first time making love, I remained reserved, trying not to cry out. When I couldn't hold back any longer, I bit my lip and let out a soft moan, like a mosquito's hum, accompanied by heavy breathing. Our naked bodies were intimately connected, releasing our desires through the most primal actions. My vagina was overflowing with desire. At that moment, there was no more tenderness, no more haziness, no more tenderness, not even myself. What remained was a wild beast, a demon, the most primal and unadulterated collision of bodies and the battle of desire. Several rapid thrusts, reaching my very core, pushed me harder and harder until I trembled uncontrollably. At the same time, he released his own heat into me. I climaxed, and he released too. He lay on top of me, and all that remained were our heavy breathing. After resting for a while, we got up and dried ourselves off. The encounter was over. As it ended, I sobered up. I felt incredibly embarrassed. I grabbed my clothes and ran downstairs to put them on quickly. To have had sex with my boss while drunk—it was absurd! He drove me home afterwards. The atmosphere in the car was incredibly awkward. Even though the drive was less than ten minutes, it felt like an eternity. I couldn't sleep when I got home. He was constantly on my mind. Even though the encounter felt wonderful and pleasurable, I felt ashamed to face him again. I thought, "Tomorrow, I'll pretend nothing happened and move on." The next day, I mustered all my courage and went to work as usual, acting as if nothing had happened. Of course, I was still too ashamed to see him. However, that night felt really great. My sex life with my ex-boyfriend W wasn't very harmonious; in my opinion, it was because our sex organs weren't compatible. I didn't experience pleasure; instead, I felt tormented. I was dry during sex, had no lubrication, and was prone to vaginal tearing. I rarely experienced orgasm. For me at that time, sex was pure torture, which led to my aversion to it. My ex-boyfriend T was also small-sized. After these two boyfriends, I developed a slight frigidity. But for some reason, I wasn't averse to having sex with older men. With him, I could experience the stimulation and pleasure of orgasm. Things were peaceful for a day or two when he suddenly texted me, asking if I was okay and if I needed to take medication. I was stunned for a moment when I saw this message. Had he sent the wrong message? I wasn't sick; why would I need medication? Then I realized, oh, he was asking if I needed to take any emergency contraception. I casually replied, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I don't need any medication." While replying to him, my thoughts had already drifted away, recalling that night when we were naked and fighting, recalling the passionate feeling... Later, I don't know how, or maybe it was just a matter of course, we made plans for a second time. Actually, I was very conflicted and regretful at the time, but I just couldn't resist the crazy desire, so I wanted to do it with him and experience the unprecedented pleasure again. The second time, as I recall, happened on a snowy night. Snowflakes were falling outside, but inside, a passionate and alluring atmosphere prevailed. I kissed his nipples, making sucking sounds like a baby nursing. My tongue circled around his small nipples. In fact, regardless of gender, nipples become engorged and hard when aroused. With my licking and sucking, his nipples hardened. He then pressed me down, one hand gently caressing every inch of my skin, while the other hand was already restlessly kneading my breasts. Sometimes he would lightly flick my nipples with his fingertips, and other times he would suddenly grab my breasts and knead them lightly or firmly. Then he would bury his face in his mouth and greedily suckle, occasionally biting them gently with his teeth. I couldn't help but twist my waist, waiting for him to enter me. Two bodies, yearning for the release of their lust, intertwined. He pressed his penis against my vulva, and with a slight effort, it entered smoothly. His penis thrust in and out of my vagina repeatedly, thighs slapping against thighs, making a constant slapping sound. He moved his hips in piston-like motions while kneading my breasts, our tongues, mingled with each other's saliva, intertwining with our panting breaths. After about 10 minutes of this thrusting, he lifted my legs onto his shoulders and plunged his thick penis deep into me. This time, the scene was even more intense than before. Using this deep position, he began to thrust forcefully. My vagina was already overflowing with fluid, feeling even more slippery and warm. Waves of pleasure surged and receded, my lower body already overflowing with juices, a scene of spring. I closed my eyes and began to fully enjoy the pleasure he brought me. Later, unable to resist the stimulation of the continuous thrusting, I moaned and groaned, completely losing the tenderness and shyness of the first time. The room echoed with groans and cries of despair, the resounding thuds of two burning, almost exploding bodies colliding. This continued for about seven or eight minutes before the man suddenly stopped, withdrawing his penis from me. The moment it emerged, I felt an emptiness. His erect penis was covered in slippery, glistening vaginal fluid. Then he lay down, letting me slowly sit on his waist, allowing his penis to penetrate me fully. He supported my waist, guiding me to move back and forth slowly. As my movements quickened, I felt his penis reach my G-spot. This woman-on-top position was something I had never tried before; it was a completely different experience. I had control, and it felt deeper inside. A slight forward thrust would reach my G-spot, my vagina gripping his penis tighter, making the orgasm come faster and easier. I continued moving back and forth like this, rolling... As my movements quickened, my hair became disheveled and clung to my sweaty face. Looking at the man beneath me, equally aroused, I felt completely absorbed and lost in the moment, indulging in pure pleasure. My excitement intensified, my body tense and stimulating. Instinctively, I tightened my vagina, wanting only to hold him tight. My vaginal contractions were measured, allowing him to experience a powerful suction, letting him tremble and feel the ecstasy of ascension… until a surge of heat shot into my body, a complete release. After the passion subsided, I lay limp on the bed, as if my soul had left my body, breathing heavily. My curly hair was scattered on the sheets, with a few strands clinging to my sweat-dampened cheeks. My face held an indescribable expression—satisfaction, intoxication, and languor. My eyes were closed, savoring the pleasure I had just experienced. After that, under the uncle's tutelage, I became more and more eager for sex, my desires grew stronger, and my senses became more and more sensitive. So much so that we started having an affair. Occasionally, we would sneak around in the office, groping each other's breasts and kissing, or touching each other's thighs. When the passion was really strong, we would take advantage of other colleagues being out to have a sexual encounter that would make us feel good and enjoy the beauty of sex.

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