My intoxicating female colleague

Of all the women I've met, Caixia is the one I miss the most, the one who captivates me the most, the one who makes me the most heartbroken, and the one who makes me the most distressed. I remember our first sexual encounter was probably several years ago, one winter afternoon, near the end of the workday. Most of the office staff had already left, but I saw her still busy. There was a fire nearby, so I sat down next to Caixia to warm myself and chat. We mainly talked about life and relationships, and we were very engrossed in our conversation. Once everyone had left, I closed the door, and we embraced. Our tongues were already intertwined, sucking on each other. Caixia's tongue was smooth and moist, and her saliva was sweet and fragrant. My hand was already inside her pants. At that moment, Caixia was in her prime. Her pubic hair was thick and dense, her inner thighs were smooth and delicate, and her vulva was full and elastic. I kept caressing her, and it was truly intoxicating! By this time, her vagina was already gushing with fluid, her breathing quickened, and her body pressed tightly against the wall, constantly writhing. We both knew what to do. Caixia pulled down her pants herself, and since there was nowhere to lie down, she had to stand against the wall to have sex. I grabbed my penis and thrust it into Caixia's vagina. Because I was standing in the wrong direction and didn't dare to take off all my clothes, my penis could only go in halfway. After thrusting for a while, I ejaculated, and all my semen was shot into Caixia's vagina. Xia's genitals and crotch. Xia took out some toilet paper from her pocket, and I took it and wiped her briefly before casually tossing it into the wastepaper basket. I knew Xia's arousal had just begun and she was probably not satisfied, so I apologized to her. Xia leaned her face against mine and said affectionately, "I'm content with just this between us." I was deeply moved by her words, and for many years, whenever I recall that scene, I am still very touched.
We parted reluctantly and returned to our respective homes. After dinner, I was still savoring the taste of my union with Xia when I suddenly remembered that the wad of toilet paper was very important. It contained my sperm, Xia's vaginal fluid, and even her egg. So I went to her office again. I had her key. I picked up the wad of paper, which wasn't completely dry yet. I held it to my nose and smelled it. It had a faint, slightly sour fragrance. I put it in a small plastic bag and have kept it with me for many years. It has always been with me when I am happy, when I am in pain, or when I am lonely. I often take it out and smell it. It evokes my endless longing and affection for Xia.
Caixia, born in the Year of the Sheep, was eleven years older than me. She was tall and slender, with a high bust, full hips, fair skin, a high nose, and bright, slightly squinting dark eyes. Her lips were slightly upturned, and two small dimples adorned her rosy cheeks, making her exceptionally charming and sexy. She was intelligent and pure, the kind of woman who would make any man's heart flutter at first sight. I remember one summer day, a pure and pretty girl with pigtails in her hair came to work with her job introduction letter. I was working in the personnel department at the time. I took her in, saw that her name was Caixia, and told her to go home and rest, and wait for further notice. After she left, people in the office gossiped, and I learned that she was the fiancée of a certain city leader. Because everyone in her family was short, in order to improve the "breed," he used his power to find such a tall and beautiful wife for his son. At that time, I never imagined that this woman would leave a permanent mark on my life, giving me so many unprecedented emotional shocks and heart-wrenching longings. A few days later, she was notified to work in a subordinate unit. About two years later, she was transferred to the central government to work in internal affairs, and we started working together.
Our relationship progressed from casual to intimate and ambiguous. That year, when I went to study in another city, she saw me off and showed her reluctance to part. She promised to visit me alone one day, but I waited at the train station all day and didn't see her. I felt very bad. Soon after, I received a letter from her. In the letter, she said that she liked me and missed me. The reason she didn't come as promised was that her family and work relationships were complicated and she was afraid that it would have a negative impact on me. After reading the letter, I felt a little relieved. Our relationship was becoming increasingly intimate; we often shared intimate secrets and whispered secrets. Once, we went to the provincial capital on business. At lunchtime, we hid in the restroom. I slipped under her skirt and pulled down her panties. It was the first time I had clearly seen her genitals. I greedily admired them. Her thighs were smooth, round, and long, white with a rosy tint, like mutton fat, even whiter than jade. No wonder her figure was so graceful. Her genitals were even more breathtaking. Her pubic hair was black, thick, and coarse, forming an inverted triangle along her mons pubis, while the area around her labia was hairless, white and tender with a rosy tint. I stroked them with my hands and caressed them with my face. Her vulva was like a meat-filled bun, like a blooming steamed bun, white and rosy, soft and plump. I gently rubbed her with my hands, occasionally poking her vaginal opening with my fingers. The opening was already quite wide open, and vaginal fluid was flowing down her legs. Her pubic hair was stuck together with the fluid. A faint fragrance emanated from her genitals. Later, I learned that she had very good hygiene habits. She insisted on washing her genitals with warm water, and after washing her underwear, she would soak it in freshly boiled water. Therefore, her genitals were very clean and odorless. At this point, her breathing became noticeably heavier, and she occasionally twisted her body and stroked my face with her hands. But we dared not linger. A table of people were waiting for us to eat. Reluctantly, we left one by one and returned to the table, our minds still replaying the beautiful scene we had just experienced. At that time, I was very confident that having sex with Caixia was only a matter of time and place, so our first sexual encounter by the fire was a natural progression.
After our first sexual relationship, Caixia and I became inseparable. A day without seeing each other brought indescribable pain and longing. We could only hold hands and kiss briefly, because we both knew that our families, our workplaces, and our identities were all rather special, and the surrounding environment was extremely harsh. The game we were playing was incredibly risky; a slight misstep could lead to disgrace, family breakdown, and being drowned in public condemnation. We could only wait for an opportunity in our anguish, using our selfless work to distract ourselves from the pain. One evening after dinner, I received a call from Caixia in the office. Since it was almost Chinese New Year, she said she and her husband were bringing me some winter bamboo shoots and asked me to come to the office. As soon as I arrived, she instructed her husband to deliver the bamboo shoots to my house. As soon as he left, we frantically embraced, kissing passionately, almost to the point of exhaustion. She pulled down her pants, and we had to do it standing up. I gently caressed Caixia's genitals for a while; soon she became very wet, and her breathing quickened. I inserted my penis into her vagina. Because of the winter clothes she was wearing... Standing there, worried that her husband would be back soon, my penis went in. Xia's vagina was very tender and smooth, and the tightness was just right. After a while, I ejaculated, and the sperm was all shot into Xia's vulva and crotch. At this moment, we could hear footsteps coming upstairs. We hurriedly pulled up our pants. I asked Xia what to do, since her crotch and underwear were full of sperm and vaginal fluid, and her pubic hair was also covered in sperm and vaginal fluid stuck together. Her husband would find out. Xia said it was okay, I wouldn't let him touch it, and I would wash it off when we got home. I was relieved because Xia was very smart and alert.
Just as I finished, her husband arrived. I gratefully saw them off, feeling somewhat guilty. Her husband had kindly brought me fish, yet I took the opportunity to sleep with his wife. I felt it wasn't the right time, but what could I do? I was head over heels in love with his wife, but we just hadn't had the chance. Today was a perfect opportunity, meticulously planned by Xia, who openly offered herself to me in front of her husband. How could I refuse? Besides, I had studied hard, worked myself to the bone, endured countless hardships and humiliations, and finally achieved my current situation, which allowed me to have a beautiful woman like Xia. Thinking about it this way, I felt at ease and accepted it without complaint. This was the second time I had sexual relations with Xia. The third time was not long after that. One afternoon, near the end of the workday, Xia quietly came to my office. Seeing that no one was upstairs, we hugged and kissed and caressed each other. Then she lay down on the sofa, pulled down one of her trouser legs, and I inserted my penis into Xia's vagina. Because one of her legs was spread out on the sofa, my penis could not go all the way in, and I ejaculated after a short time of thrusting. The semen got all over her crotch and some of it flowed onto the sofa, and that stain was hard to get rid of for a long time.
Caixia and I have had sex three times, but none of them were truly uninhibited. Neither of us has ever been truly satisfied. The main reason is the poor environment; we were afraid of getting into trouble and dared not take off our clothes. There was nowhere to lie down. In those days, society wasn't as open as it is now, where you can go to hotels and book rooms by the hour. Back then, couples needed marriage certificates to stay in hotels. In this vast world, there were no places for lovers to have affairs. Summer is coming, and I'm secretly making preparations. I put the cooling mat from the office sofa in Caixia's office, waiting for the right opportunity. August 28th, a day I'll never forget. I went out on business that day, drank some alcohol at noon, and didn't return to the office until almost the end of the workday. We chatted in Xia's office until everyone upstairs left, then we closed the door, laid a mat on the floor, and Xia, who was wearing a skirt that day, lifted it up, took off her underwear, lay back on the mat, and spread her legs. Emboldened by the alcohol, I became bold and hard, and climbed on top of Xia. Xia didn't need any foreplay; her underwear was completely wet, and the area around her genitals was sticky. I grabbed my hard, thick penis, aimed it at Xia's vaginal opening, and thrust my hips forward, inserting it all the way in. Xia's vagina was very wet; its grip was strong, lubricated, and elastic. We risked disgrace, family breakdown, and being drowned in scorn to have this affair. It was so rare for us to find this opportunity, to have her lie flat, and for me to have sex with her in a normal position, fully penetrating her vagina. We celebrated our victory with immense pleasure, holding each other tightly. I thrust in and out forcefully, and she twisted her waist and moved her hips to meet my thrusts. Afraid that her cries and moans of pleasure would be heard, I entwined my mouth and tongue with hers, sucking and gagging her mouth to prevent any groans. My penis pounded against Xia's cervix again and again, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes left, sometimes right. Sometimes I thrust and pounded rapidly, sometimes slowly like a leech, sometimes I jerked left and right, sometimes I stirred and rotated. Xia gripped my shoulders tightly with both hands, her face contorted in extreme pleasure. The intense pleasure amidst the pain, her heavy breathing and ecstatic moans were stubbornly silenced by my mouth. Her buttocks kept thrusting up to meet the impact of my penis. Xia repeatedly ejaculated vaginal fluid onto my glans. After a fierce battle, I ejaculated, all of my semen shooting into Xia's vagina. Until Xia stood up and put on her underwear, there wasn't a drop of semen or vaginal fluid on her genitals or the mat. I deduced that we were too excited; Xia's cervix was fully open, and my penis was very deep, so all the semen went into Xia's uterus.
I lay on top of her, making love with the beautiful woman I deeply loved—how intoxicating, how delightful! It's no wonder that countless heroes throughout history have fallen at the feet of women. How many have committed adultery, eloped, or died for love, only to become homeless and lose their families? Don't they deserve our respect and sympathy? And how many souls have murdered and robbed in pursuit of this moment, creating countless human tragedies? Can't our society provide them with a more lenient environment, thereby reducing or even eliminating these tragedies?
After that, I had sex with Caixia several more times. Twice it was at her home. I was very nervous because I was afraid that someone would do something bad, or that my husband or other family members would see us. I became impotent when I had sex with Caixia. Twice my penis was difficult to insert into Caixia's vagina, so I had to use my hands to pull it open and insert it. Although I still ejaculated, Caixia definitely didn't get much pleasure. But she was still very satisfied and didn't complain or feel dissatisfied at all. What a wonderful woman! Interestingly, Xia's son, Jingjing, is very sensible. A friend's son got married, and after attending the wedding banquet, I ran into Xia. I was invited to her house, where her son was already home. We chatted casually; he had gone to school. We quickly became friendly, and just as Xia was pulling down her pants, there was a sudden knock on the door. We were a little nervous, but then we heard her son's voice, "Mom, Dad's home!" "Downstairs." Jingjing said and left. We definitely couldn't continue. I had to go. Xia reluctantly saw me off downstairs. She said she was going to work. I said Jingjing was really sensible. I really had to thank her today. She also praised her son. When we got to the office compound, I saw Xia's husband, who had just been drinking and was walking home with a flushed face, bragging to someone. If Jingjing hadn't been sensible and reported it in time, Xia's husband would have been in big trouble if he had seen him. Another time, shortly after I was transferred to another province, I went to Xia's house one evening. She was home alone, and we embraced. Xia pulled down her pants, but we didn't dare undress and go to bed, so we had to do it standing up. But no matter what I did, my penis wouldn't get hard. I could only rub and caress her genitals. We both felt a deep sense of regret. I told Xia that although I had left her, my home was still here, and I would try to be together once a month. Xia looked at me with wide, affectionate eyes and nodded with some doubt. Little did I know that this would be the last time my sexual organs touched Xia.
Xia was a passionate and loyal woman. I left that place, indifferent to people's cold stares and the fickleness of human nature. I had no worries about the hardships of life's journey or the more misfortune than fortune that comes with being transferred to another place. The only thing I couldn't let go of was Caixia. It was a heart-wrenching reluctance to part with her. Xia felt the same way. I remember she wrote me a letter at the time, her words filled with a heavy heart and deep reluctance to leave. We kept in touch after our separation. The few unsuccessful sexual encounters I mentioned earlier happened after I left. She visited my workplace twice. Once, she brought me a letter of introduction for my salary. I really wanted her to stay the night, but she couldn't decide. I saw them off at the train station. The train was already slowly pulling away, and I so wished it would go faster, but she boarded just as it started moving. Fate didn't allow us to be together. The second time, she came to see me. I wasn't in the office at the time, and by the time I found out, Xia had already left. I was filled with regret; this, too, was fate not allowing us to be together. Another time, she drank with me. She drank a lot that day. I remember she never drinks; why did she drink so much that day? I guessed she felt the same way I did, missing someone and trying to drown her sorrows in alcohol. I drank a lot too. After the party, we stumbled home, supporting each other. She invited me to her house, but I thought it was easy for something to go wrong if we were together like that, especially at her house, so I took her to a friend's house instead. Looking back now, I regret it deeply; I missed another excellent opportunity to have sex with Xia. My mother passed away during a major flood, and she waded through the water to my hometown to mourn her, for which I was very grateful. Once, I heard that Xia was sick and hospitalized. When I saw her at the hospital, I was heartbroken and cried in front of my wife. During my first Spring Festival after starting a new job, Xia wrote me a New Year's greeting. I received it on New Year's Day while I was on duty—it was truly a meeting of minds!
Caixia is the greatest woman in my heart. Throughout our relationship, she never made any demands. She didn't want fame or fortune, and she never introduced her relatives or friends to me. Unlike some women who have ulterior motives, always seeking personal gain or favors from relatives and friends, whether for political or economic reasons, Caixia's devotion to me was completely selfless. In our several sexual encounters, it was always me who initiated the contact. No matter the risk, she always complied and satisfied me without hesitation. If she knew what I wanted, she would find ways to help me achieve it, like when she delivered the winter bamboo shoots. She wasn't promiscuous at all. Throughout our intercourse, she never took the initiative; she only offered gentle submission and genuine devotion. Some women, for a certain purpose, either throw themselves at you or act coy and hesitant, thinking one thing and doing another. Caixia is definitely not that kind of woman; among all the women I know, she truly stands out from the crowd.
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