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Sleep

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I've slept with girls at least five times, but nothing like that has ever happened. Of course , things have happened quite a few times too. 　　Let me clarify something here: these girls who share a room or bed with you aren't your girlfriends or lovers (if they were, you wouldn't even need to turn off the lights, you could just pounce), but simply women of the opposite sex, with whom you have a close or distant relationship—maybe a female classmate, maybe a female colleague, or maybe you just met that day. 　　Hehe, sharing a bed. 　　Before I was 18, I basically didn't have the luck or ability to have a woman sleep in my room. 　　The first time was with a female high school classmate from another city, who always treated me like a younger brother. Maybe she didn't even consider me a "man." That time she came to our county, she stayed at my place for the night. 　　I lived in the dormitory of my father's workplace. My father had been transferred to another place, but the house was still there. Because I stayed in the area to study, I lived alone in a two-section apartment. Everyone around me was my father's colleague , and I wasn't very familiar with any of them. 　　My classmate, who's like an older sister, came to visit all day. From morning till evening, she showed no sign of leaving, and I felt a strange excitement: it seemed she was going to stay. 　　I ran around busily, being very attentive. I fetched water, bought instant noodles, and even gritted my teeth and bought a bunch of random snacks that girls love. 　　In the evening, we played checkers, then chatted and listened to music. For some reason, neither of us mentioned where we'd be staying that night. Finally, it was very late, and everyone around us was asleep. We were both incredibly sleepy. 　　Then she asked, "Where am I going to sleep tonight?" 　　I pretended to be clueless, "Here." 　　Her eyes sharpened instantly, "Then where will you sleep?!" 　　I was a little embarrassed and joked, "With you!" 　　Unexpectedly, she firmly said, "No way!" 　　I could only say, "It doesn't matter, I'm fine with anything, I can even sleep on the table!" 　　She pondered for a moment, glanced around the room, and her voice softened, "Won't that exhaust you? Don't ?" 　　I said, "It's inconvenient, besides, it's so late, everyone else is already asleep." I felt a little wronged. We had chatted happily during the day, and even joked around quite intimately. I thought—thankfully, she didn't insist, and I could stay in the room. But after this twist, my naive and beautiful fantasies were shattered , my confidence was severely shaken, and I just wanted to get through the night without any intention of doing anything. 　　However, what happened next was beyond my expectations. 　　Actually, I had a crush on her back in school. She was a lively and cheerful girl, quite physically mature , and one of the few female classmates I'd ever been close to. She'd patted my cheek and grabbed my arm. I'd been curious about her full breasts. But neither of us ever developed romantic feelings for each other. 　　Even tonight, my excitement was mostly a vague, instinctive curiosity about the opposite sex. 　　At first, she said she wanted to wash her feet. She took off her shoes and socks, revealing her bare feet. I brought her a dirty basin, and she gasped, refusing to put her feet in, saying, "Oh my god, it's filthy! You usually use this ?!" 　　I felt embarrassed and took the basin to the hallway to scrub it repeatedly. It was midnight, and everything was quiet, making particularly jarring. Then I heard her say, "Hey! Don't you have any other basins?" 　　I realized what she meant and quickly offered her my washbasin. Watching her gently place her soft, plump feet into the tub, carefully massaging them as if they were precious treasures, I realized that everything about a girl is different from a boy's—delicate and precious. That strange feeling I had for the opposite sex resurfaced. 　　The thought of a girl doing what they usually do before bed in my room filled me with inexplicable excitement. Even if nothing happened, the experience itself felt incredibly rewarding. 　　After washing her feet, she didn't use my towel, holding up her bare feet to air them while talking to me. We spoke softly in the dead of night, our voices low and quiet, creating a warm and sweet atmosphere. Although the room was brightly lit, I was completely immersed in that ambiguous world between us. She didn't say anything, but my crotch was hot hard, which I tried my best not to let her notice. 　　She dried her feet, then suddenly cheered, stretched them into my blanket, smiled mischievously at me, and commanded , "Turn around, don't peek!" 　　My heart skipped a beat, and I wondered, "Is she going to be completely naked?" 　　A moment later, I realized she had only taken off her outer garment, not even her trousers. Even so, the way her light red bra covered her breasts was incredibly sexy, revealing the curves of her chest and waist, especially her delicate, petite shoulders , which surprised me by revealing another side of the girl. 　　She pulled the blanket over herself, carefully checking it to make sure it was clean before covering herself. Once she lay down, from my standing angle, her face revealed a different look than during the day, incredibly alluring. I realized for the first time that a woman lying down could make one want to commit a sin! 　　I can't quite explain how it gradually unfolded, but she wouldn't let me turn off the light. I read for a while, but I was incredibly sleepy. I tried to doze off at the table, but how could I possibly fall asleep? I walked around a few times, and she immediately opened her eyes . It seemed she hadn't fallen asleep either, whether because she was worried about me or for some other reason.

Later, after holding back for a while, I finally said, "Sister, I can't sleep lying down."

She hummed in response, and after a while, she moved her body further into the bed. My heart lit up instantly

; it was as if I saw a path leading to a place I had always dreamed of, a place where flowers carpeted the ground, filled with fragrance and softness.

I carefully lay down in the spot she had given me, not daring to take off my clothes. Lying there stiffly,

I was overwhelmed by boundless happiness. I was immersed in this fresh and moving feeling for a long time.

After a while, her muffled voice said, "Turn off the light, it's too bright for my eyes."

I didn't dare to answer, silently got up, and turned off the light. In the darkness, I walked step by step towards that incredibly

beautiful place, my hard-won territory. I secretly thought, or rather, anticipated—

something was bound to happen!

In the darkness, her fragrance wafted over, and I could even smell the softness of her back. Time

passed , and I was as awake as the bright moon. I knew she wasn't asleep either.

The real beginning was when I accidentally pressed down on her hair. She pulled her hair back from under my head and

continued sleeping with her back to me. My hesitant hand quietly reached out and touched her long hair, whispering,

"Sister, your hair is so beautiful, so soft, it feels so good to touch."

Surprisingly, she wasn't angry at all that I was playing with her hair. She said slowly, "Yes, everyone says my

hair is—beautiful!" Her voice started softly and delicately, ending with a playful pride,

unlike her usual crisp, clear voice.

I immediately swallowed hard and became even bolder in playing with her hair, even touching her roots and forehead, then

gently brushing her cheek along her hair.

She didn't say anything, and I suddenly became impatient. I lifted myself up, pressed my face against her cheek, and tentatively said, "

Give me a kiss."

She said, "What? No—no." She pushed my face away.

I was already a little shameless, burying my face in her neck: "It smells so good."

She twisted her shoulders, her resistance not very strong. Desire surged within me in that half-hearted resistance, and I

felt an unprecedented hardness and size. Like a display, I pressed my lower abdomen against hers.

Hardness extended outwards, softness returned. Her waist was a hundred times more supple and alluring than I had imagined. I couldn't help

but pull her back tightly into my arms, an instant feeling of fullness and bliss filling my entire being. I finally

understood what "ecstasy" meant!

She let out a soft "Ah," paused for a moment in my arms, then suddenly sat up: "This isn't right!"

I sat up too, pressed against her back, and whispered in her ear: "I won't touch you, just a hug

."

She hesitated for a moment, then lay back down. Having reached an understanding with her, I confidently pulled her into my arms.

My hand roamed her arm, then slid down, grasping her palm: "So cute, your hands, so small,

so soft."

She let me play with her small hands, and I heard her breathing gradually become uneven. In reality, I deliberately kept

my hard penis pressed tightly against her buttocks. She was wearing leggings, so I'm sure she could feel my heat and

hardness .

Gradually, my hand first landed on her waist, gently caressing it, then quietly unhooked her bra, touching her

bare abdomen. Her soft, rounded abs surprised me greatly. I exclaimed in surprise, "You always

look so thin here, I didn't expect you to have so much flesh."

She whispered, "Girls are all like this."

I said, "Really?" As I chatted with her, my hand slid higher and higher, reaching the edge of her bra. After lingering there for

a while, my fingertips tentatively slipped under her bra. The boundary of her breasts was very clear,

noticeably bulging compared to other areas. I felt like I had discovered a new continent, and I forced my entire palm inside, wanting to grasp their entire

shape .

She covered her breasts with her hands, panting, "That's enough, please stop?"

Afraid of angering her, I hummed in agreement and strategically retreated, freely

exploring her other unguarded areas: her abdomen, waist, back, delicate shoulders, and most tenderly, the skin under her armpits, slightly wrinkled,

full of a girl's hidden tenderness.

I pulled her into my arms, understanding her seemingly full figure, yet actually petite. My heart was filled with gratitude

: she had shown me so many secrets of a girl's body! So I kissed her cheek tenderly.

This kiss, filled with respect and tenderness, I believe she felt it too, and silently accepted my

expression .

After several attempts, I still didn't give up on her breasts. When I again covered her breasts through

her bra, she didn't resist. I cupped her breasts in my hands and squeezed them. Hearing her soft

moans, I became even more frenzied. I lifted her up, my hands slipping under her armpits, kneading

her breasts like dough, shaping them into countless forms. With a sudden burst of force, she cried out,

"It hurts!"—

I instantly felt like a mountain awakening, my body rising high and pressing down on her. This

position, similar to missionary sex, excited me even more. My lips frantically kissed and bit her face. We both

grew increasingly aroused, her arms tightening around me, and we began to breathe heavily. Ignoring everything else, I roughly pulled at her

waistband. Suddenly, she snapped out of it: "No! No!"

I stopped, looking at her, panting. She was panting too. We were both on the verge of exploding. When I pulled at her waistband

again , she covered my palm with her hand and pleaded, "Really, no, something bad will happen!"

I said, "You won't get pregnant."

She immediately calmed down and said, "How do you know?! No way!"

I could hear the determination in her voice. I had no choice but to lie down and say, "Then let me touch your breasts, it'll be okay, right?"

She gave in: "Hmm."

I said matter-of-factly, "Untie it, it's in the way."

She said shyly, "You untie it!" She was a little mischievous again.

I struggled for a long time, unable to find a way, and frantically pulled at her. She chuckled but wouldn't help me. I finally found

her back, but I couldn't untie it. I said, "What's going on? It looks so complicated."

She smiled gently, reached behind her, and untied it with a touch.

I admired her immensely: "Amazing!"

Amidst her giggles, I finally got to truly touch her bare breasts.

The first time, I shared a bed with a girl. I savored her unique fragrance and sweetness, but nothing

substantial happened. I later concluded: Ah, I wasn't ruthless enough. At the same time, I couldn't help but feel a sweet warmth in my heart: Not bad at all.

The second time, hehe--- (II)

Let's talk about sleeping.

Sleeping sometimes requires inspiration.

I'm not referring to ordinary sleeping, I mean, sleeping with someone of the opposite sex who isn't your girlfriend or lover. Hehehe

, just thinking about it is exciting, isn't it?

Sharing a room with someone of the opposite sex feels completely different. That year, in the second year of junior high, I went on an autumn outing with ten boys and nine

girls arrived at a high mountain. There was a temple on the mountain, and we all slept together in the attic of the temple that night

. There was no electricity in the temple, just a few candles lit. The wind outside was strong, and suddenly it started raining heavily. The world shrank

into this one big room, with men and women lined up on the floor to sleep. I

was the youngest and was assigned to the place closest to the girls' sleeping area, where I could hear them whispering to each other .

Damn, I didn't sleep a wink all night!

The other male and female classmates were the same, all too excited to contain themselves. Some were screaming, some were chasing and playing around.

Thinking about it , those were truly unforgettable memories!

Okay, back to the point. I've slept with dozens of girls in my life, and strangely enough, the ones who left

the deepest impression were those I didn't actually have a physical relationship with. And the stranger the girl, the more

fucking exciting it was.

Well, generally speaking, getting a girl to sleep in your room is basically a skill. Of course, you also

need luck. Occasionally, like I just mentioned, you need inspiration.

What is inspiration? It's giving a girl a reason and an atmosphere so she can naturally sleep with

you without feeling awkward. She's not a prostitute, nor is she some other animal; she might even be someone else's dream

girl, someone to cherish and pamper, and your relationship is fragile. If things get awkward, who would want to share a bed with you?

I usually manage to get a girl into bed when I'm bored and suddenly have a brilliant idea.

Normally, that won't work. Being too goal-oriented makes your actions stiff.

Of course, there are times when you force a girl into bed, but that's usually because she's very provocative, so let's leave that aside

. Inspiration makes you appear calm, casual, and confident, which has a hypnotic effect on girls—it's undeniable ! 　　Tigers and leopards are powerful, yet their gait is graceful and elegant. At the last moment, they leap up and bite . Okay, that's good. 　　Thinking about it carefully, I can't quite recall any methods or schemes; at least, I can't remember any now. Okay , let me tell you about sleeping with a few strange girls. 　　Once, I went to a school and saw a melancholy girl sitting on a chair. In an instant, her appearance touched my heart. 　　I went over and sat next to her. I didn't politely ask for her consent or anything; it was more like you're sitting on a chair and some country woman suddenly plops down next to you. A melancholy girl doesn't want to be disturbed, unless it's an extremely ordinary accident. That's what I vaguely thought. 　　I was carrying several bags of random things, making a mess of things, and she couldn't sit still for long; she wanted to leave. 　　Without looking up, I said, "Don't worry about me, I'll be leaving soon, you sit down." 　　She actually sat down. I said, "What's wrong?! Always so gloomy, it's not good for a girl to be like that." I lectured her, like an older woman. She looked confused, glanced at me demurely, and didn't say anything . 　　I said, "Oh, so, you go to this school?" 　　She nodded. 　　I asked, "What do you study?" 　　She whispered, "French." 　　I said, "Oh, French is good. Why are you unhappy?" I spoke quickly, basically arguing and being unreasonable . Finally, I said, "Okay, I need to go to the school next door, but I'm not very familiar with the way. Could you lead the way? Don't just sit there bored. You're such a pretty young girl; it's not good to be thinking about things all the time!" 　　She hesitated slightly, and I said, "Let's go. I'm not a bad person." 　　She said, "I didn't say you were a bad person." 　　I smiled and said, "You know the way to the school next door, right?" 　　She nodded and led the way. I gave her something to do: "Here, don't just sit around. I'm getting on in years; carrying all this stuff isn't easy." I gave her two small bags. 　　Actually, I'm not much older than her. She was amused: "You really like playing the elder!" 　　I said, "I'm basically a role model for caring for the next generation. I cherish everyone younger than me." 　　She giggled. Along the way, I learned more about her, talking non-stop, giving her no room to think otherwise. My actions and mannerisms were like those of an old friend—warm, lively, and not vulgar. 　　I needed to find a place, I thought. I have a friend at the school next door, and I quietly told him, "I'm staying here tonight, you have to leave!" 　　He said, "Damn it!" 　　I said, "Go stay at a guesthouse, I'll reimburse you, okay?" 　　I took the girl all the way to my friend's room. Before we entered, she woke up: "Oh my god, I don't even know you, how did I end up here with you?" 　　I laughed: "Look at you, it's fate that we're here! You have class this afternoon, so you should go now." I knew she didn't have class the first period in the afternoon . 　　She said, "I have to leave after I sit for a while." 　　I said, "Who's going to stop you? Don't think of me as such a scary person, okay?" 　　After sitting for a while, I urged her: "Go back, don't be late for class. But, I'm here on a business trip , my friend isn't here, and I don't know anyone. Could you come over and talk to me for a while after class? You can bring a classmate, it's on me!" 　　In the end, she came after class in the afternoon, but she didn't bring anyone. I deliberately said, "Where are your classmates? Why didn't you bring them? It would be so much more lively ." 　　She said, "Who do you think you are? Everyone else is vying to keep you company." 　　I chuckled, "Okay, okay. I'm lucky today, running into someone who cares about me." 　　I controlled the conversation and the activities until it was quite late at night, when I finally said, "You don't need to go back. You sleep on the bed , I'll sleep on the floor, serving our princess. Hmm, that's how it was in ancient times, the princess obediently sleeping in the bed, ya..."

The maidservant carefully slept on the floor.

The word "sleep" held a subtle, stimulating effect, causing her to blush. Yet, she was also

drawn to the atmosphere of a shared sleeping space: "You won't bully me, will you?"

I said, "Silly girl, this is a school. If you shout even slightly, I'll become a rapist, and even

worse, an attempted rape!"

She chuckled, somewhat tempted. It seemed the initiative was entirely in her hands. She kicked her legs, as if

hesitating. I quickly stood up: "Alright, now I'll serve the princess by washing her feet. Your kicking is a hint, isn't it

? You said it, I'll do it."

She blushed again, and to cover it up, playfully said, "Eunuch! Prepare the water!"

My heart leaped with joy: "Yes, sir!" I bowed and withdrew to fetch water for her.

Her bare feet made my mouth water, but I controlled myself, thinking: I can't alert her.

I took the initiative and suggested, "How about we leave the lights on tonight? I'm afraid you might get up in the middle of the night and take advantage of me."

She said, "Pah! You're like Tang Sanzang's flesh, who would touch you?"

I leaned closer to her: "Let me tell you a secret, according to forensic examination, I'm the reincarnation of Tang Sanzang. If you want to make your move,

do it tonight, or you'll miss your chance." I was very close to her; to onlookers, this position

would look like intimacy. Her ears gradually turned red, but

she didn't say a word. I thought to myself, "Good girl, just wait and see how I devour you!" That night, she was on the bed, and I got off and spread out a straw mat on the floor. We talked casually. It was getting

late when I suddenly said, "Oh no! The ground is too cold, I'll become impotent!"

She said, "Get lost!"

I sighed, "Sigh, for our princess, I'll accept it. If I can't find a wife in the future, you'll have to help

me."

She said, "Okay, what kind do you want?"

I said seriously, "I'm very picky. First, and very, very importantly: she must be a woman

."

She chuckled, "Of course, if she's not a woman... do you...?" Suddenly embarrassed, she stopped and

asked, "And the second one?"

I said, "I'm unlucky, so I can't ask for too much. Well, as for looks, someone like you is just

so . If you try harder and become prettier, you'll have a chance to become my wife."

She said, "Wow, you want to eat swan meat? Dream on."

I patted my belly and sighed, "I can't help it, my standards are too high. It's not that I have high requirements." Suddenly I called out:

"Oh no! I feel hungry when I touch my belly. Swan meat, can I have a taste? Just a few bites, I'm

easily filled."

Swan meat said from the bed, "You eat yourself, Tang Monk's flesh is more nutritious."

I said, "Oh no, oh no, so you were still thinking about me, this piece of Tang Monk's flesh. Danger, danger! I regret

sleeping in the same room with you."

She whispered, "I'm the one who regrets it!"

I said, "Mutual regret, that's the fate of marriage."

She said, "Who married you!"

I said, "We're not married, how can we sleep in the same room? What man could resist? Even if I were a saint, I couldn't

!"

She didn't say anything from the bed. I said, "Swan Meat, let me tell you a story to lull you to sleep."

She said in a low voice, "Okay."

I said, "The story is long, and it's tiring to keep telling it so loudly. Let me come closer to you and tell it!"

She was silent. After a while, I heard an even lower voice, "Mmm."

I got hard right away, tiptoed up, moved closer to her, and straightened the blanket for her.

Actually through the blanket, I touched her body under the blanket.

I said softly, "Good girl—um, back in the day..."

She huddled under the covers and whimpered, "I don't want to hear that."

I said, "Okay, then tell me a dirty joke."

She said, "I don't want to hear it."

I gently touched her shiny forehead peeking out from under the covers and said, "How about something at an elementary school level?

Hmm, the teacher assigned an essay titled 'What do I want to be when I grow up?' One elementary school girl wrote

: 'When I grow up, I want a cute doll, and I also want a husband who loves me.' A few days later, the teacher

graded and wrote in big red letters, 'Please pay attention to the order of events!'

After a while, she understood, laughed, and the covers under her head trembled slightly. " I said, "Don't laugh!

This little story tells us that this little girl has a strong sense of social responsibility. She thought about having children first, the important matter of

continuing the family line , and only then did she think about having a husband. Compared to girls nowadays who don't want children, only

husbands, what a huge difference in their spiritual realm! Tell me, what's the purpose of girls nowadays who only want husbands?"

She spat out, "You're just being sarcastic!" She got up, her face flushed, pouted, and

punched me with her little fists, making soft "mmm" and "uh" sounds: "I'll teach you to make things up, I'll teach you to make things up! "

I hugged her tightly. Neither of us said a word. I

kissed her cheek and whispered, "Swan meat, you smell so good!"

Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks flushed as if drunk, her little body hot and soft, boneless,

sinking softly into my fingers. I pushed her down and kissed her haphazardly. Soon, my hand

slipped inside her panties, revealing a wet patch. Good heavens! She was already aroused, truly intending to devour me tonight

!

I panted, pinning her beneath me. She writhed like a snake, her arms and legs spread wide,

soft and yielding flesh in my hands—a boneless beauty!

I didn't even remove her top, directly stripping off her panties, revealing her tender white buttocks

and thighs , driving me wild with desire. I spread her legs, kissing her inner thighs, smooth and supple. Her

body moved with incredible ease, a uniquely soft and languid feeling. Her upper body was spread out, her face turned to the side,

a posture , combined with her innocent face, made her appear exceptionally lewd and alluring.

I let out a low growl and thrust inside. Her vagina was also incredibly tender, moist,

my penis like it was entering a sticky, juicy mouth, a sucking sensation. I almost couldn't hold back anymore, about to ejaculate immediately, I quickly

pulled out, leaving it hanging in the air, cool and exposed. Looking at her, she resembled a child who had been beaten senseless, her delicate

face contorted as if she were about to cry.

I suddenly felt a surge of strength, lifted her legs high, and thrust my penis deep inside her, pounding against her hips.

She cried out, as if talking in her sleep, illogical and incoherent. She frowned and said, "It hurts!"

Then she said , "Harder!" "Harder... ah... you're hurting me!" "You've ruined me!" "You're hurting

me!"

I gritted my teeth, panting heavily as I thrust harder, then flipped her over and entered her from behind, twisting

one of hands behind her back and pressing it against her back. I thrust harder, soon squeezing her against the wall, but she wouldn't let go. I was like

a maniac, pressing her into a small corner and frantically thrusting and pounding!

Finally, she sobbed, and amidst her cries, I ejaculated profusely, pulling her close to my chest.

My whole body relaxed, an indescribable satisfaction washing over me. Only then did I notice the tears streaming down her face. I asked tenderly, "

Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head, burying her face in my chest, still crying.

That night, I made love to her four times. Later, I learned that she had recently broken up with her boyfriend.

Unexpectedly , only a week later, she was sleeping with me. She couldn't explain it herself, saying it was like she was hypnotized;

perhaps she had always had a go

-with-the-flow mentality. "A passerby on the street could just pick me up," she said.

I was deeply hurt: "Isn't it my excellence that captivated you?"

"No!" She playfully covered my eyes: "You think you're some kind of sugar daddy's meat?" "

Damn it! Why bother thinking about it then? I could just grab you while you're sitting down,

much easier!"

"Regret it now? You look exhausted, all sweaty from running around. Hehe!" Later she added:

"Hmph, if it weren't for your easygoing and friendly face, and your enthusiasm like an old lady, who would pay attention to you!"

I nodded: "That's more like it." At least the easygoing and old lady persona was just an act I conjured up.

She kept in touch with me for over a year, but after she went to Jiangsu, we lost contact.

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