Sleepless nights in the dormitory

Another day passed, and I returned to my dorm, panting. Despite the cold weather, I was still sweating profusely—that's just how I am by nature. Graduation is approaching, and I hardly ever see my dorm mates anymore. Finding a job is really tough. I'm dressed in a suit everywhere, and although my grades are good at school, quite a few companies want me, but most of them are arranged by my family. The pay is good, and it's not tiring, but I don't want to be a pretty face. I want to find a good job on my own merit. But alas, this society... without connections, and without relying on my body, it's really hard to make a living. I went to several companies, and every time I walked in, I saw the boss's lecherous eyes—it was unbearable. One company seemed okay, but later I found out his wife was there that day. Ugh, how bitter!

Sitting in front of the computer, next to the mirror, I looked at myself and liked it more and more. Strangely, I'm a lesbian. Ugh. I have to blame this awful society; otherwise, I could have been with her openly, and she wouldn't have broken up with me like this. But I won't go into that.

Dreams and reality are always so far apart. Looking at myself in the mirror, I feel increasingly haggard. Should I consider taking the postgraduate entrance exam and staying in school for a few more years? But then again, look at those girls preparing for the exam; they're not even as good as me.

They all look like they've been dead for years.

This weather is freezing, and everything I'm wearing looks terrible. So many clothes are making my S-shaped figure look a mess. I hate winter the most. If I could go home, it would still be warm now, and I could wear a short skirt, some bright stockings, a snow-white sweater, snow-white boots, and my little hat—so attractive! But, there's nothing I can do; I'm freezing outside, so I can only wear what I need in my own little paradise. Taking off my layers one by one, I stand in front of the air conditioner, letting my body fully enjoy the warmth. My body feels warm and moist. Let the day's stress go to hell!

What should I wear? Of course, a short denim skirt, the kind with a side zipper, tight yet alluring. A white blouse, of course. A bra? Probably not. A belt—I have so many belts of all kinds! I chose a chain-link one, pretty, trailing behind like a little fox. Pull the top down, and your whole upper body will be on display.

Then, a denim jacket. Finally, my favorite thing: stockings. What color? Green feels too much, red too bright, purple too gray. I want something cheerful, white… Lunchbox, I'm hungry! I haven't eaten in the cafeteria for ages. I called and ordered takeout. Don't know what to eat, always takeout.

Just ordered something random, and as I hung up, I inserted a vibrator into myself.

I slowly climbed onto the table, squatted down, and faced the window. It was the 9th floor; the outside was brightly lit. I spread my legs as wide as possible, trying not to use my hands to let the stockings press the vibrator in, allowing it to make full contact and playfully wriggle inside. My right hand teased my gradually erect nipples through my clothes, a little cold water stimulating them. With each touch of the cold water, I unconsciously touched my lips with my left hand. When would these rosy, full lips find a suitable kiss? Gradually, even this couldn't satisfy me. I picked up a small vibrator, turned it on, and it bounced incessantly in my hand. I became slightly wet, and slowly slid it down my back to my genitals. There, another unfilled hole awaited its entry. At first, it resisted, but it was forced by external force. The moment it went in, I sat down, letting the table support this little thing that kept trying to escape. But then the little thing in front of me jumped out again, and the moment it slid out, I almost felt my consciousness leave me. But how could I let this state continue? I tossed the uncooperative little thing aside and replaced it with two small, connected metal balls, smooth and cold, much like my current heart. I let my body warm them.

I put them in and started working. They collided and impacted me, and as soon as they went in, I was flooded with moisture, making my stockings wet and transparent. The phone rang, and I answered. "Your takeout is here." "Okay." My voice trembled slightly. I forced myself to stand up, jumped off the table, and straightened my skirt. Don't think this series of actions is easy. In fact, in this state, it takes a lot of effort to keep them from falling and to maintain my willpower.

The doorbell rang, and I went to the door. Through the peephole, I saw a little boy. Luckily, it wasn't the annoying man!

I said, "Just leave the takeout there," then squatted down and slipped the money through the crack in the door. The moment I squatted, I felt a pressure on my body. I collapsed to my knees, my legs pressed tightly together. "Hurry up, let's go!" I screamed, almost hysterically. The little boy outside seemed startled and ran away. I knelt there for a moment, and finally, it felt like the strength returned to my body. I opened the door, looked around, quickly grabbed the takeout, and threw it on the table.

I couldn't take it anymore—my consciousness was slipping away. I collapsed onto the bed, clutching the blanket tightly, rubbing myself violently, letting the blanket press against my body, against my mind. I laid the blanket horizontally, constantly rubbing my genitals together. No! Not enough!! I want it!! My rear end hit the corner of the table, and I felt the impact. My body thrust backward, the corner penetrating deeper, colliding with the vibrator in my anus—pleasure! Infinite pleasure!

I lay on the blanket, my snow-white buttocks raised high, poking my rear with the corner of the table. I wanted more! My hands kneaded my breasts—or rather, rubbed them. I knew where my most sensitive spots were, and I knew how much force I needed. My nipples… I pinched hard, my consciousness fading, pain transforming into pleasure, rushing to my head. Accompanied by the throbbing from behind and the vibrations from the front, I slowly collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily, tears streaming down my face. “Waaaaaah!” I cried, clutching the blanket, pulling those three bastards out and throwing them to the floor. I don’t know how much time passed before I came to my senses. I sat on the bed, clutching my lunchbox, spooning the food into my mouth through my tears.

Tonight, perhaps another sleepless night.

[The End]

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