landlady

When I was in college, I rented a place to live off-campus because of insomnia and because I didn't want to be near men. In high school, I went to a hospital and saw posters about sexually transmitted diseases on the wall, depicting women's mutilated bodies and eroded genitals. From then on, I harbored a deep-seated aversion to women.

Spying on my landlady while she showered: My landlady

was an ordinary-looking woman, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She had been married for three years, had no children, and her husband did business in Guangzhou. She lived alone in a two-story house.

That day, when I returned home, I saw her sitting there, holding a tennis racket, lost in thought. I suggested we play tennis together, and she readily agreed. She seemed to be braless; her chest heaved as she ran and tried to catch the ball. Before long, I started to lose focus, unable to catch the ball and too afraid to straighten up

. My body was reacting, and she seemed to notice, but subtly said, "Tired? Let's play another day." That night, I couldn't sleep again, my mind filled with her image. I wandered downstairs and noticed a sliver of light shining from the bathroom in the hallway. Following the light, I saw the landlady showering. I held my breath, gripping the railing, watching her every move. Her body was fair and smooth, her breasts full, her hands gently rubbing her body… I remained frozen, afraid to move, lest the scene vanish in an instant. My blood was surging, my breathing became heavy, and I dared not look down again. This was the first time I had seen a mature woman's naked body so closely.

The whole process lasted about 29 minutes, and I could no longer straighten up. When I tiptoed back to my bedroom upstairs, it was past 1 a.m. From then on, my insomnia became even more severe. After the night

I entered her small apartment

, I waited anxiously every night, eagerly anticipating the sound of her closing the bathroom door. Luckily, she showered at almost the same time every night, sometimes just a quick rinse, sometimes running her hands over her voluptuous body while showering, occasionally letting out soft moans. This voyeuristic lifestyle ended in October of that year.

That day, she came upstairs and asked me for water. I stood behind her as she bent down to pour water from the teapot into a cup. Her round buttocks, taut in her jeans, were incredibly alluring. I couldn't resist the urge to touch her, but I dared not make a move. I could only stand there, seemingly calm, lost in thought, my inner turmoil intensifying.

The act of pouring water felt like an eternity, yet also like a fleeting moment. She turned and walked out, casually tossing out, "Come downstairs at 10, I'll be waiting for you!"

I don't know how I spent the rest of that night. I couldn't concentrate on my reading, just anxiously waiting for each second to tick by. Before 10 p.m., the light in her room went out. I hesitantly went downstairs. The door was ajar, only the bedside lamp emitted a faint light, revealing her flushed face peeking out from under the covers.

She gestured for me to get into bed. I was at a loss, unsure of what to do. She helped me undress, piece by piece. The moment her soft fingers touched my skin, a nervous pleasure radiated through me.

She slowly opened every corner of my body, herself like a metal conductor, and my hand reaching for her chest was like a power source. She began to tremble, her soft, smooth skin dancing with abandon.

This was the body of a young woman who had fueled my fantasies countless times… Before, it was something that floated before my eyes, drifted in my dreams, but now it was in my grasp, guiding me deeper and deeper…

Since that night of madness, I had never suffered from insomnia again. I began to like the opposite sex, and the opposite sex liked me too. I made friends openly and sweetly, holding girls' hands. Everyone around me was astonished by my transformation, except for my landlord. She led me to shed all mystery and ignite my desire. In that secluded little building, we reveled in pleasure for a year.

The following year, her husband's business in the south flourished, and she moved with him to Guangzhou. I haven't seen her since.

Time flies, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. No matter how many tricks and techniques I have now, I always feel that that first night in that little building opened a new chapter in my life. Even without love, her gentle guidance, her meticulous attention, her complete immersion, were the most perfect unity of sex. When I'm alone, I still think of that woman who first opened my body, both clearly and vaguely…

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