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"Finally gone," I breathed a sigh of relief. My roommate had just been standing next to me, watching my monitor, engrossed in something. Luckily, I quickly used Alt tab to switch to a website about personality psychology, which is also the major of several of my roommates. I wonder if she saw my flushed face, my tightly closed legs, and my slightly damp stockings. Did she see them? But the thought of it only fueled my arousal.

What if she found out? Should I pin her down on the bed and unleash my pent-up desire? No!! Absolutely not!! But if I didn't, everyone would know that I, the second most beautiful girl in this prestigious university, am a slut!! What then? I didn't know!! But once again, my desire clouded my judgment. My first thought was that my superego (a psychological term: Freud's theory, which I'll explain another time) was really weak. I reopened the pornographic film I'd been watching. It's a lesbian film. Two women are entangled together. Their love juices are dripping everywhere—on their clothes, stockings, the bed… just like my crotch right now. I'm not wearing pants, but I'm wearing stockings.

I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter, dripping onto the stockings and the floor. Then I wipe the liquid off the floor with my feet, but my feet are still wet and smell a bit. I wonder if any of you ladies have ever smelled this after coming back from studying? Thinking about this makes me even more excited!! Oh!!! I can't take it anymore!! I'm about to climax!!! I quickly shut down the computer, trying to maintain this state of intense desire. Then I calmed myself down and inserted a large ballpoint pen into my vagina. When I first put it in, I almost lost control, constantly stimulating myself with my hand until I climaxed. Luckily, I managed to control myself!! I inserted it!! I squeezed it tight!! Then I stood up. I changed out of the half-pajamas I'd been wearing. Then I put on a light-colored, super short, revealing skirt. And a pair of bright fluorescent green stockings. Hehe!! Walking down the street like this, I'm sure a lot of people will be attracted to my legs. And right at the tip of the stockings, I'm actually holding a ballpoint pen. Of course, no one can see that!! But I'm so excited!!! My clothes are still conservative!!! Ordinary white clothes. But underneath, I'm wearing a bright white bra.

The kind that falls off easily!! I want to see if their eyes are drawn to my legs or my breasts. Hehe~~ As soon as I stepped out, I noticed the looks on people's faces changing. Some wanted to look but didn't dare. Some just kept staring. I held a book on criminal behavior psychology to my chest. I half-ran, half-walked towards the study building. The pen in the hole rubbed against the wall. I felt it getting hotter and hotter. It vibrated as soon as I ran. When I was about to give up, I started walking. It just kept grinding there at a very slow pace. Walking like that, my posture was probably like a cat's gait!

My butt must have been wiggling wildly. I arrived at the study room, put down my book, quietly pulled out my pen and placed it on the desk, securing my spot. Then I ran out like lightning to the study room's restroom. I groaned loudly and masturbated vigorously. It shouldn't be study time yet. There shouldn't be many people. Hopefully, no one will hear me! I hope so! Thinking about this made me even more excited. Finally, I collapsed there. Luckily, this was the top floor, and the school's hygiene requirements were quite strict. My clothes weren't dirty at all. But my stockings were almost completely soaked. I lifted my leg, doing a split. I slowly licked the stockings with my mouth, finally putting my foot in. My hands, of course, didn't stop, caressing my vulva. Finally, I climaxed again. Oh… Back to being a good girl. Time to go study in the study room… Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe…

When I'm lost, I always stand quietly on this grass, looking at the sky, gazing at the intoxicating moonlight. When my heart slowly calms down, my body is often the most restless. It's not quiet here. Because in every corner of this grassy area, there are couples whispering sweet nothings, even moaning. Only I stand or sit alone, looking at the moonlight. And what's out of place here is… Often, clueless people would come up to me, asking questions and inquiring about me. Some would even try to touch me inappropriately. I could only move to another spot or tell them to get lost. Late at night, when no one could bother me, I would find a place to lie down and soothe my most primal instincts. My hands would run down my cheeks, and I would gently suck on my fingers. Through my light-colored clothes—I wasn't wearing a bra—only a little light was needed to see my pale areolas. Fortunately, there was no one else around. The only sounds were the moans of couples in the dead of night. No one would notice that I was alone,

nor would they bother to come over. This was precisely the moment I enjoyed—a world both peaceful and restless. My nipples began to harden slowly, just like my genitals, gradually filling with a lustful fluid. My body grew increasingly hot. I continued to play with my breasts, rubbing here and pinching there. Even the slightest touch caused me to tremble violently and even moan. One hand gradually traced my lower abdomen. The other hand wrapped around my head. I put my finger in my mouth. My nose caught the scent of my own body. That intoxicating body odor, mixed with the scent of the aphrodisiac perfume I bought online. It's the kind of perfume men use to seduce women. But I used it to confuse myself. My hand, tracing my lower abdomen,

lightly skipped the most important part. It caressed my thighs. I wore black stockings with suspenders, making my legs smooth and delicate. I kept caressing, kept tracing my vulva. I felt it getting wetter and wetter, even starting to drip. The scent grew stronger. My consciousness began to blur. I wanted a more intense feeling. My hand took a needle from my pocket. I pricked my nipple with the needle tip, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. I accidentally used too much force. It drew blood. The pain rushed to my brain, but it brought me to orgasm. I cried out "Ah!" I looked up alertly, checking if anyone was watching me. I found... Everyone's busy with their own things~ I smiled. The needle fell. I slipped my finger inside. Gently caressed her. Not too excited, not too indifferent.

With each touch, my surging desire once again overwhelmed my reason. I inserted one finger. Then a second. This was my limit. Slowly thrusting in and out. My other hand's finger, however, restlessly slipped into the hole behind me. The front was pushing against me. The back finger kept moving. Slowly, it reached the very back. The whole finger was inside. Then it moved back and forth, feeling the orgasm from back to front. The front hand had stopped. I took out a vibrator from my pocket. A vibrating egg. I put it in. Turned it on. It bounced restlessly inside. Between the front and back, my body swayed constantly. I held back the sounds of orgasm. Because of the vibrating egg, one of my hands was free. It moved all over my body.

Sometimes it added some pressure to the vibrating egg. Sometimes it soothed my thighs, which had become tense with excitement. Adding to that sensation was an intense, itchy climax. My legs stretched out wide. My short, revealing skirt seemed about to burst. My legs and body became a perfect curve, like a smooth, delicate, and frenzied snake dancing, sometimes twisting, sometimes straightening. The pure white moonlight shone on my skin. My eyes must have changed, becoming frantic and filled with overwhelming desire. I needed it. I needed the moonlight to pierce my body like an arrow, to take me to the moon palace, to dance with Chang'e. Ah~~~~ Ah~~~~~ I couldn't hold back any longer~~~~~~ The vibrator left my body with the ejaculation. My skin instantly became hot, definitely bright red. Ah!! ~~ I screamed again. Fluid flowed from my anus. Beads of sweat on my body shimmered strangely in the moonlight. My skin, under the moonlight, was like jade. It was pure white with a hint of red.

But no one will see any of this. Only I, the woman dancing alone under the moonlight, am exposed to this stifling heat. The heat makes me feel uncomfortable all over. Sweat soaks my entire body. That sexy lingerie that only I can see is already transparent, revealing my back and breasts. Hot and alluring. Now, wet with sweat, it's even more transparent. Between the thin straps and sheer fabric, my curves are exquisitely accentuated. The extremely short, revealing skirt, with its layers of ruffled lace, is completely integrated with my body. The pink stockings on my thighs are even more so. They're squeezing me so tightly. I must free my body. Gain my freedom. The first thing is that annoying thong. My hands slowly slide down my sides to the straps. I gently pull it down. It's so tight that

as it comes off, I feel waves of pleasure coming from the hole in my back. After taking it off, I realize that the heart-shaped thong is completely soaked. She exuded a faint scent of sweat. Light and soft, she made me want to press her face against mine, savoring her scent and her touch. Next up, of course, was that sexy lingerie. Compared to that playful thong, this one was so easy. I simply pulled the straps down over my shoulders, and it slid down with my body, like a gentle caress, bringing a ticklish sensation. I couldn't help but laugh. As she fell to the floor, my pink-stockinged feet lightly leaped out of her embrace, landing on the edge of the bed. The mirror was there. I stretched out my foot and gently hooked the lingerie from the floor, lifting it onto the bed. At the same time, I saw my own leg in the mirror, which I considered to have a perfect curve. The stockings made it appear even more delicate. I held her arms, gently stroking her, inhaling her scent. I felt myself becoming increasingly lewd. Too bad my sexual orientation is abnormal! I couldn't help but sigh. Oh

well, that's it! I decided to shower in stockings. I walked towards the bathroom. I paused briefly as I passed the vanity. I accidentally bumped into the corner. And that corner seemed to deliberately bump into my vagina. I cried out, "Ah!" My legs rose and fell repeatedly, rubbing my vagina against the corner. I discovered that by leaning forward slightly, I could put more weight on the supporting corner, resulting in a greater orgasm. Ah~ um~ ah~ um~ My cries echoed with the up-and-down movements of my body. I opened my tightly closed eyes and saw a woman in pink stockings in the mirror, her hands constantly rubbing her breasts, wantonly masturbating in this peculiar way, a joyful smile on her face. But my eyes gleamed with disbelief at what I had done. The scene then drove me even more mad. With a final scream, "Ah!" I collapsed to the floor. In that fall, I lost control, and my sister slammed heavily against the corner of the table. The pain brought an even greater climax, a climax of pleasure. I convulsed on the floor, my hands pressed tightly against my sister's vulva, my legs clenched together. Water jets sprayed incessantly onto my hands, then onto the floor and my stockings. Ugh. I'll have to mop the floor later. I couldn't stand up anymore.

My buttocks were raised, and I crawled towards the bathroom on my knees. I crawled like a cat—or rather, like a female cat in heat—making moaning sounds from time to time. Finally reaching the bathroom, that short distance felt like an eternity. Dragging my post-climax body, I slowly climbed into the bathtub and turned on the shower. Water droplets floated and floated. The drops fell on my body. First my face. Then my shoulders. Then, seemingly playfully, they slipped under my smooth armpits, bringing a ticklish and pleasurable sensation. Then, they slid along the curves of my body, gliding over my large, pink breasts after my orgasm. I quietly enjoyed it all. How peaceful. It felt as if I had isolated myself from the outside world, arriving at my own personal paradise, the paradise described by Tao Yuanming. But amidst all this, I felt conflicted. Many people asked me why I didn't play some music to enhance the atmosphere. My answer was: because that way, perhaps people outside wouldn't hear my moans. But with such a thick door, and me not being very loud, it would be quite difficult for them to hear. However, in this state of mind,

I could maintain that feeling of wanting to moan but not daring to, wanting not to but unable to resist. Especially this contradictory psychology of tranquility mixed with a restless desire for physical ecstasy, allowed me to achieve even greater excitement. The fatigue of my body receded with the gentle flow of the water. But the overwhelming desire remained within me. The pink stockings, wet with water, clung even tighter to my body. I lifted my feet out of the water, my hands stroking each toe. My rounded toes, each one perfectly proportioned. I thought, if the most beautiful toes in the world last 100 minutes, maybe mine last more than 90! They hadn't disappointed me after all the time I spent grooming them. My hands then slowly moved along the curves of my feet. Those long, slender legs seemed to come alive under my touch, twitching,

trembling, struggling. My legs pressed closer together, rubbing against each other. The feel of the stockings—smooth and delicate—combined with the movement of the water, all became a source of new, intense pleasure. I calmed myself, stood up, and took out some pre-made ice from the refrigerator. Then I placed my feet on the back of the chair. Slowly, I pulled off the stocking of one leg. The moment the stocking left my skin, I felt an electric shock. I poured ice into the stocking, shaping it into a roughly cylindrical form. It seemed a bit large, but it looked quite pretty. The white peeked through the pink stocking, much like my stockinged leg. I looked at the cylinder with a mixture of worry and excitement. It felt a little dangerous to put it inside my body, but it should feel very comfortable!

My overwhelming desire once again overcame reason. I returned to the water, letting that cold rod travel through every part of my body. The icy sensation brought an electric shock-like orgasm, an orgasm of pleasure. In this coldness, perhaps it was like being burned by a fire!

I couldn't bear that gentle feeling any longer. I needed a more intense collision. This popsicle was cooling me down from the heat in my body. Thinking this, I felt the water around me begin to boil. So boiling that even my heart was stirred. I didn't want that precious popsicle in the front. I wanted it in the back!!! I knelt in the bathtub, my left hand rubbing the popsicle against the hole in my back. My other hand was still roaming all over my body. After hesitating for a moment, I steeled myself. I moved the popsicle a short distance from the hole. With a surge of force, the popsicle, like an icebreaker, struggled past my outer defenses. Once past the outer defenses, the back was much easier. I changed from kneeling to sitting. With the help of my weight, the icebreaker, riding the waves, was almost completely inside. Only then did I realize how flexible the human body was, doing something so incredible to me!! I felt like my entire stockinged foot had been placed inside my body. With the end of this action, I completely lost my mind.

All I needed now was a raging desire. A way to release it. I clenched the flesh on either side of my opening, struggling to stand up with this enormous thing inside me. I walked out of the bathroom and into the living room. I put on a pair of pants to support the pressure of the popsicle inside me. Then I put on high heels and kept walking around the room. With each step, my buttocks swayed violently to cope with the huge impact of the popsicle on my body. But the swaying of my buttocks brought even greater vibrations, so I kept making even larger swinging movements. I walked to the mirror and finally couldn't hold back anymore. My legs went weak, and I sat down in a position with my thighs clenched. But this sitting position gave the popsicle, which had already melted a little inside me, a new length and width.

I screamed, "Ah! Front! Front! My front!!" I took off my high heels to respond to my body. The long heels pierced my body from the side of my pants. One of my hands frantically twitched the high heels. Meanwhile, my other hand kept squeezing the popsicle from behind. The silky feel around the popsicle, the hard tip of my high heel—all exuded my own scent. I felt like two men were forcefully carrying me to heaven. With a series of screams, I collapsed to the ground. Only after the ice melted did I finally regain my strength. Looking at the mess in the room, I stuck out my tongue. This was really troublesome. And my precious high heel... I wonder if it's damaged. Buying another pair like that would be a huge expense.

Gym—a complex term. Here, you can see countless figures you'd wish you'd seen on the street. Curves in the right places, curves in the right places (for the sake of writing, this gym is, of course, a women's gym. To be honest, I've never been to a women's gym. Only wealthy VIPs can afford those places. Sigh). They're there, freely swaying their hips, swaying their breasts. Because there are no lustful glances from the opposite sex, but rather envious glances from other women. Besides this, there seems to be nothing more worthwhile than spending two precious hours here every day.

This season is very hot and humid. Everyone knows that. But this kind of weather bothers some people for ten minutes straight. Some are overweight. Some have special constitutions—like me. Not fat, but constantly dehydrated. I tried it once in high school. I went jogging and fainted from dehydration. The teacher was so scared that he immediately called the school clinic for supplies. This time, it's said... My classmate finally witnessed his legendary sprinting ability. He's truly a professionally trained person. He's so fast! It's a pity I didn't get a chance to see it. Because of this physique, I don't buy water at the gym. I bring my own travel bag with two large bottles of water (not drinks!! Otherwise I'll gain weight) and three sets of clothes to change into—two sets of tight-fitting clothes, one for swimming, and one for coming back. The set I wear there is completely soaked.

I can't wear it!! And I have to wear special equipment—guess what it is?? It's tampons. Not for my period, but because it gets wet down there. Getting my clothes wet is a real hassle!! That scene would be super embarrassing!! Some girls ask, "Tampons are weird." Actually, they're not. You get used to them and find them great. Because you can almost completely forget about them. You won't feel them at all unless it's a special occasion. It's pretty good. But remember to change them frequently,

otherwise you'll have big problems. Back to the main topic. This is my full set of gym gear. But sometimes it's actually quite troublesome. Because, you know, I use several a day, and people think I come every day. There are many machines in the gym, but none of them are what I need. My main purpose is to do aerobics. Because those machines will bulk up my arms, waist, and legs. Looking at some people there, it's really obvious. It's a bit scary.

There are many types of aerobics. I do the more flexible kind. Plus, those who can do this are usually the best-built people in the gym (of course, this includes me). This kind of aerobics often involves doing the splits to extend the flexibility of the whole body. This is actually my favorite move, but also my biggest fear. The reason is simple. If you look closely, you'll see that my pants have a note saying "Under normal circumstances." But this is a special case. When I spread my legs,

the opening naturally releases pressure. At this time, the little thing inside will react strongly. Although it's not a vibrator, I can feel it clearly and completely. Its shape was perfectly formed inside me. As my movements intensified, I could feel the peculiar friction even more. Especially the moment I sat down, even though it was already inside me, the pressure from the ground and the pressure from my hands as I adjusted my position made this series of subtle frictions

even more alluring. It made my already hot body even hotter, even causing me to let out a soft moan. However, in such a noisy environment, and with the newcomer crying out in pain because she wasn't used to stretching, all of this was carefully masked. "Little sister, you have such a great figure!" Just as I was enjoying this pleasurable torment, a sentence interrupted my thoughts. It turned out to be a woman next to me. Actually, she didn't look much older than me. But since she called me that, I'll call her that too! "Thank you for the compliment. You're great too, sister. No worse than me." To be honest... Her figure was truly stunning. Her legs, encased in a tight-fitting outfit, looked like a work of nature. Her breasts swayed with her movements; naturally, they weren't small. "Hehe," she chuckled. It seemed that this comment would resonate for ten minutes. However, I felt a little uncomfortable. Even though it was true, she didn't bother with any more pleasantries. I was unhappy. I said, "You actually admitted it?!"

I really wanted to add, "You're much worse than me!!!" After a while, chatting with her, I felt a bit tired. "Forget it. I won't go swimming today. I'll just take a shower and then go into the steam room." After rinsing off for a while, I carelessly forgot about my "little thing" inside. I found an empty steam room and went in. This foreshadowed my "tragic" fate. A steam room—as the name suggests—is filled with steam at a certain temperature. And this steam is quite scalding. Being inside feels like being in a steamer. The steam sought out every weak point on my body, rushing in from the outside in. Finally, the fatigue dissipated from the inside out. It was truly a blissful experience. As I enjoyed the steam entering every part of my body, I noticed something amiss. The opening was incredibly hot. That heat stimulated me so much that I unconsciously pressed my hand against it, rubbing the area around the opening.

Seeing that the steam room was empty and the door seemed to be soundproof, I casually groaned softly. It was that little tampon that brought me this intense pleasure. Because it was cotton, it got wet easily, and the steam entered, accumulating and releasing a lot of heat. This time, I even felt the heat rising from below, passing through my lower abdomen and rushing into my brain, bringing boundless pleasure. I pulled the string of the tampon out and felt a thrusting sensation, like masturbation. My mind went out of control, and I kept pulling the tampon out and back in. Each thrust went deeper than the last. I don't know why the little tampon gave me such a powerful sensation. Maybe it was the suppressed moans, or perhaps it was the wet, hot tampon bringing me the intense pleasure of orgasm. I was about to climax!!! I restrained myself, placing the tampon over the steam vent. Completely wet. The tampon became even more moist, filled with heat,

preparing for the final thrust!!! I opened the hole with one hand, aimed the tampon with the other, and then quickly inserted it. After several thrusts, I endured the impending climax, biting my lip, holding back. The final moment… But just then, the door opened. Someone walked in. I stopped moving, but the tampon remained deeply inserted. This was my last thrust!!! I couldn't hold back any longer!!! Ah!!! No!! I couldn't let anyone see or hear this!! Because the steam room was so foggy, it was hard for her to see what I was doing, and hard for her to see my face. I was hoping she would leave quickly so I could scream out loud! But!!! She!!! She!!! Actually walked up to me and said, "Let's chat!!!" This woman!!! What's there to chat about in a steam room?! She was breathing heavily through her nose! I just grunted in response, hoping she'd leave! I couldn't hold back any longer. After my orgasm, I left immediately. She shouldn't be able to see me then! "Oh, it's you!!" She saw me! It's that woman! What should I do? What should I do? She saw I wasn't reacting.

She continued, "You look even better here. Why are you in this position?! You can't do this!! It's uncomfortable." Of course! My legs were tightly pressed together, and I was gripping a towel on the bench tightly. I was afraid that if I let go, I would lose my mind! Seeing that I hadn't reacted, she ran her hand over my lower abdomen, laughing, "Look how tight you are here." Normally, such a slight touch wouldn't be a problem. But in my current state, this touch became the final stimulus to my orgasm! Ah!! I screamed and reached my climax, collapsing to the floor. She looked at me in astonishment. I quickly regained my senses, grabbed my things, and walked out! She seemed to know what had happened and didn't follow me out! As I walked out, I thought: I'm doomed!!

She saw it!! She saw everything!! And so I left the gym. Several times afterward, when I saw her, she smiled at me. Even once… She gave me a card and told me to contact her. Who would pay attention to her?!

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