Daydream Love

Later, I stopped liking anyone.
I met suitable friends, but I didn't really want to spend time with them. Correspondingly, I became obsessed with the feeling of sex.
I didn't want to be responsible, but I enjoyed the carnal pleasure. Isn't this the same thinking as some men?
During the pandemic, nurses who weren't on the front lines actually had a relatively easy time. Some people asked me if we volunteered or were selected by the hospital to go to the front lines. It's actually quite cruel. Most nurses working in hospitals are on contract. It's not like you can just sign up and get sent. You also need connections to get a permanent position after you come back.
During the time I had free time, I didn't dare to think about it because even if I did, there was no way to solve it.

I seem to have been too formal
. Let me share something with you. I have a friend on my cloud drive who sends me all my pornographic videos. He's a kind of emotional support for me. When I'm under a lot of pressure, I can only fall asleep by listening to women moaning during sex!
My favorite type of video is about Japanese housewives being raped by various men and gradually becoming promiscuous. When there are no new videos, I fantasize about what it would be like if I were married
and had been with my husband for many years, and sex wasn't frequent anymore. I

take the bus home from work. During rush hour, it's not just the traffic lanes that are impossible to move, but also the buses packed with people. As everyone knows, my favorite outfit is a tank top with loose sun protection under it, and super short denim shorts on the bottom.
I was squeezed behind a man in front of me, with the middle of the carriage behind me where I had to get off. I was being pushed around while carrying my bag. After another group of people got on, I felt someone stand to my right, where I was holding onto the handrail. At first, I didn't feel anything, but when the bus occasionally jolted, I felt a slight bump on my right side. I realized the offense when the bus stopped at a station and I was bumped on the side of my chest. Although I was startled, I didn't say anything or even look back.
The car started moving again. As I stretched my back, I suddenly felt something was wrong. There was someone behind me, like someone poking my butt with their fingers, or like the corner of a bag. I moved forward slightly, and thankfully, I couldn't feel it anymore. I breathed a sigh of relief

when I heard someone pass by and say, "Excuse me." Suddenly, I felt a hand cover my butt. At first, it didn't move, but after a few seconds, five fingers pressed inward, like making a grabbing motion. As I struggled between getting rid of it and letting it go, it suddenly rubbed against the middle of my buttocks and began to gently rub against my
anus. Oh my god, I must have been bewitched! I didn't push it away; I was even somewhat looking forward to its next move, wondering how far it would go. I'm quite thin, and the hem of my jeans wasn't tight. Sensing my indulgence, its fingers lingered on my thigh, pressing against my skin at the hem. The rough fingers pressed against my inner thigh, slowly sliding towards my private area.

I didn't resist; I was even somewhat expectant, hoping it would go further. He did indeed use
his fingers to pull open my trouser leg and the edge of my underwear. Because my legs were spread apart, he easily reached into my private area. The inappropriate timing and location aroused me even more; even his light touch made me want to moan. I could clearly feel the fluids I wanted flowing out of my body, which his fingers touched and began to caress my soft flesh. His hand entered from behind, but because he was standing beside me, his rough fingertips reached my pubic hair and then pinched my clitoris. I let out a soft moan, and encouraged, he pressed on that spot and began to tease it. My body was almost out of control; my soft breaths were punctuated by a few sounds of unbearable desire, and my legs involuntarily wanted to spread wider, allowing the stranger to take further action. Just then, a hand reached under my loose sun-protective clothing, pressing directly on my waist and then moving to my chest. I lost control and fell forward, bumping into the man in front of me. He turned around in surprise, his face immediately turning red as he turned away.

People, they love watching others' life-or-death adventures while working a 9-to-5 job. They love watching others shine while living an ordinary life. They love watching others rebel while living a conventional life.

Just then, the bus stopped at the station, and I was completely embraced by the person behind me. The crowd surged and dissipated, no one knew anyone else, and the stranger who had initially assaulted me now seemed like a couple.
The bus started moving, and he licked my ear, rested his chin on my shoulder, one hand holding the handrail, the other inside my sun-protective clothing, groping my breasts. He suddenly spoke, asking, "Do you want it?"
I let him pull down my bra and knead my nipples, shaking my head. So, when a girl says no, she really means it.
I heard him chuckle, pull his hand away, then pat the back of the person in front of him, and before he turned around, he pulled that person's hand, which was hanging by their side, to my thigh.
Good heavens, it wasn't enough for him to molest me; he had to bring others along!!
He unzipped and unbuttoned my clothes, and another person reached in—a slightly cool hand. He didn't touch my clitoris or anything else; he just inserted it directly into my vagina. Ah, what an experience! My body felt like it was experiencing my first time again, on a crowded bus, my upper body being kneaded by rough hands, my lower body being manipulated by cold hands. Every time a finger poked in, the person in front of me would shrug. I felt like I was being raped by two men in public, both ashamed and thrilled.
The person in front of me probably found it even more exciting and didn't slow down. In this rapid stimulation, I squirted, soaking my jeans and underwear.
When I got off the bus, my legs were still weak!!

This is just a fantasy; please don't criticize if you get wet.

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