[A Young Woman's Confession] (1-9)

A Young Woman's Confession
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(I)
Hi everyone, I'm Jiang Xiaomei. This is our family story, and I hope you enjoy it.
I have a husband and a lovely daughter. I grew up in an old small town, but now it's a
modern metropolis.
Normally, for a woman, mornings are the busiest time. My daughter has to go to kindergarten, I have to make breakfast
, and then the adults rush to work. But I have such a wonderful husband, He Zhuoqun. He always gets up early
, before me, and then bends down to kiss and nibble on my face. Only then does he get up to get dressed and wash up. Sometimes, before I'm even awake,
he'll lift the blanket and pat my smooth bottom. I always enjoy this intimate and warm teasing, which
gives me a wonderful mood throughout the day.
He takes our daughter to school, which has become a routine for him, rain or shine. It's all because he
makes me feel so weak and muscular every night.
By the time I got up, it was already past eight o'clock. I always take a shower after brushing my teeth, you all know what I mean
. Just like I always like to sleep naked, or at most wearing only my underwear. I love
the feeling of posing in front of the vanity
mirror; for that, I'd be willing to be a woman again in my next life. I'm an accounting supervisor at a bank, a job that's easy yet powerful. That's thanks to our boss, Wang Xiangzhong
, whose long-standing friendship with my mother allows me to thrive in his company. My mother,
while not exactly a national beauty in her generation, was certainly stunning, one of the most beautiful women. Even today, she
retains her charm. My father passed away when I was eighteen, and from then on, Mr. Wang was completely
captivated by my mother.
At our workplace, everyone wears blue shirts and black ties every day, but we women always find a way to make
ourselves look glamorous and sexy. The shirts were altered to be tighter and tighter, the skirts shorter and shorter. Look at that girl at the savings counter
—leaning on the counter, her skirt so short it revealed her underwear. It drew stares from the passing male employees,
their eyes practically blazing with desire. As I passed her, I patted her bottom, a warning about her
exposed cleavage.
My office was upstairs, and through the glass, I could clearly see everything in the lobby.
When I had nothing to do, I liked to sit in my leather swivel chair and look down, and I also longed for people below to look up and
see my long, straight legs and the view beneath my skirt. However, my floor-to-ceiling windows
weren't transparent from the outside. But one day, I still enjoyed a 　　passionate, perfect orgasm
while leaning against the glass, looking down at the bustling lobby . The feeling was more wonderful than I had imagined. I didn't understand why I 　　felt this way; it was like being in a public place, under the watchful eyes of everyone—the excitement and pleasure were so 　　intense, it astonished me. 　　The moment his penis entered me, I knew I was already drunk and unable to control myself. I 　　frantically urged him to ravage me, making meaningless moans. When his passion erupted 　　, we both lay limply on the sofa, too lazy to even move. Afterwards, he kissed me and said, 　　"My good daughter, your thing is just like your mother's." You should know who that is now. 　　Actually, it's not fair to say that Mr. Wang is a fickle, womanizing man. 　　That time, he came into our house. I was washing my hair, my whole body buried in the basin. He hugged 　　me from behind, thinking it was my mother, Yu Ru. 　　He hugged me tightly from behind and his hands immediately went to my breasts, calling out, "Little vixen, little darling." When I 　　looked up, his surprised look was like that of a shy big boy. I didn't yell, I just 　　gestured towards the upstairs. He rubbed his hands sheepishly and smiled gratefully at me. All day long, he didn't dare look 　　me in the eye. 　　It was he who first revealed the true face of a man to me, before I even met Zhuo Qun. That 　　night, I had diarrhea and was on my way to my mother's room to get medicine when I peeked at him and my mother passionately 　　embracing in bed. He had my mother sit on the edge of the bed while he knelt between her legs, licking and sucking. My mother, 　　her arms supporting her on the edge of the bed, tilted her head to one side, moaning with her eyes closed, like humming a wordless 　　lullaby. 　　At that moment, I knew this man truly loved my mother to the core. I 　　was happy for my mother and sincerely wished them well. 　　As my boss and my mother's lover, I genuinely had no intention of seducing him. Mr. Wang had truly 　　poured his heart and soul into our family, dedicating everything he had. Even when my father was still alive, he had adopted me as his goddaughter 　　; perhaps back then, he used me as an excuse to enter and leave our home. My poor father, completely 　　oblivious, allowed his secret affair with my mother's classmate. 　　My sexual relationship with him, however, was recent. That day, he was drunk, and I, as a matter of course, took my godfather 　　to his house. His house was cold and quiet; he had divorced for my mother's sake and sent his daughter to study in Hong Kong. 　　He was very distressed then, telling me that my mother had rejected his marriage proposal. He said he had everything prepared, and he 　　believed their union was natural. But I could see that my mother had lost her former enthusiasm for him. 　　He said he was disheartened, and even though his career was at its peak, he was thinking of retiring now, going to Hong Kong to be with his daughter 　　. 　　He said this to me lying on the sofa in the living room, and I had moved a small stool and sat beside him. It felt 　　like my hand was still tightly holding his. I said, "You don't even want me, your goddaughter?" As I said this, I 　　knew my eyes were burning with desire, and I even brought my face close to his ear. 　　As he held me tightly, I cried out, "You can't do this, I'm your daughter!" 　　I knew I had aroused his desire; this man in his fifties was acting like a naive young girl.

The young man was experiencing a passionate encounter with me, from the sofa to the floor, from the living room to the bedroom, from the bathroom
to the bed.
That night, I deliberately flaunted my charms, appearing even more aroused than him. My woman's vulva was
also very cooperative; the moment his fingers probed inside, it was already overflowing with nectar, making him breathless with excitement
. I was truly afraid his heart couldn't take it. I knew I couldn't live without him, and my home couldn't be
without him. I was like a seductive and alluring harlot, teasing him relentlessly, driving him to a frenzy of carnal pleasure
.
After he had poured out his passion on me, I helped him wash up and watched him get into bed before leaving
. Although he couldn't satisfy my desires, he gave me endless stimulation, a novel and entirely new kind of stimulation
. The fact that he was my mother's lover was more exciting than having sex with him. It also 　　satisfied
my ambition to conquer men . 　　(II) 　　I didn't shy away from having a lover in common with my mother. Wang Xiangzhong's mature, composed, kind, 　　and humorous image was exactly what a girl like me, who lacked a father's love growing up, longed for. But he frankly told me that being 　　with me put him under unprecedented pressure. A pang of jealousy shot through me when he said this, even 　　though it was in his office, and his hands were inside my skirt, caressing me. 　　He said my private parts were very similar to my mother's, both so plump and full. I knew this; 　　I rarely dared wear tight pants, and jeans were especially problematic, otherwise my private parts would be conspicuously exposed 　　, attracting many lecherous glances. 　　From his tone, I knew his feelings for my mother. In this respect, he didn't seem like a 　　powerful business tycoon, but more like a refined scholar. Yet my mother always treated him with a 　　distant air, neither cold nor passionate. Sometimes she would even throw tantrums at him for no reason 　　. 　　I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass wall in my office, gazing at the crowds below, lost in thought. 　　Mornings were always packed with tasks, and the whole morning would slip by in a blur of activity. Then Xiaoyang 　　brought me lunch. He wasn't in my department; he worked in the most powerful loan department. But he always seemed to like 　　coming here, not because I had many attractive women working for me. 　　I usually ate lunch at the bank. My daughter was in full-time daycare, and my husband, Zhuoqun 　　, had gotten a substantial loan from Manager Wang and was heavily invested in stock trading. Any small success had him energized, and he 　　was completely absorbed in it. He ate lunch in the VIP room of the stock exchange, and I didn't bother with him. 　　I'd check his account from time to time anyway—it was easy. I knew many people in the financial world, and as long as there weren't any major discrepancies 　　, it was fine. A man should have some autonomy, right? 　　Xiaoyang was a very handsome boy, so handsome it was almost heartbreaking, making one afraid to fall for him yet also afraid 　　of rejection. He had smooth skin, a tall stature, and captivating, poetic eyes that gleamed 　　like a fox's when he looked at people. His features were sharp, defined, and mesmerizing. What was striking was the bluish stubble on his chin 　　, adding a rugged, unconventional touch to his clean, sweet appearance. 　　He had graduated from school less than a year ago, yet he always acted with a worldliness far beyond his years in my presence 　　. During just one summer vacation, my younger sister, Xiao Wan, who was studying in Guangzhou, and he became involved with her. Their relationship 　　was passionate, with constant phone calls day and night—perhaps that's how young people are these days. 　　"Still working hard? Time to eat," he said, pushing my lunchbox towards me as I sat at my desk. 　　I didn't thank him, only offering him an ambiguous smile. A warm feeling surged from the soles of my feet 　　, leaving a warm sensation in my lower abdomen. 　　"Sister Mei, I'm going to Guangzhou this week. Do you need me to bring anything back?" he asked, eating across from me 　　. 　　"Didn't you just go last week? Why are you in such a hurry? I'm telling you, don't disturb Xiaowan's studies," 　　I scolded him. 　　"She made me go," he argued loudly, but his smugness was undeniable. 　　A nameless anger welled up inside me. I pushed aside the rice bowl in front of me, 　　spilling cold rice and leftover soup. 　　"Sister Mei, are you angry?" His eyes shone gently as he hissed, 　　a few soft strands of hair on his forehead fluttering in the breeze. He wore the exaggerated, neurotic expression typical of a young boy 　　, as if he'd been suppressing something for too long. 　　"No, why would I be angry? Why would I be angry? Is it worth it?" I said, lacking 　　confidence, my tongue stammering. 　　He came over to clean up the spilled soup. As he bent over to wipe the table, his high, pert buttocks and long, 　　shapely legs made my heart flutter uncontrollably. With all my might, I managed to tear my eyes away from him 　　, suppressing the almost aroused desire. 　　"Sister Mei, don't be like this, you know what I'm thinking," he said, moving closer and grabbing my shoulder 　　. 　　I shook off his hand. I knew all too well that a woman of my status, with her occasional coquettishness, was like a flower blooming suddenly after the rain 　　, more attractive to a man like Xiaoyang. I admitted he held an irresistible allure for me. 　　I'd heard too many stories of passion, fleeting moments, and grand dreams, and I'd experienced them all too often. 　　********** 　　When Xiaoyang first reported to the bank, I happened to meet him in the elevator. I didn't pay much attention to him then; 　　he looked very young, not like a college graduate starting work, but more like the son of a colleague. 　　As we entered the elevator, our shadows were reflected on the gleaming granite floor. The tallest was Xiaoyang, 　　his long legs encased in neatly pressed, distressed blue jeans, a wide eyeliner framing his shapely waist and hips. 　　It was then that I realized how strikingly handsome this boy was, even possessing a latent sex appeal. He introduced himself first, 　　and I, in a friendly manner, invited him to my office. 　　From then on, he frequently visited, whether there was a reason or not. Colleagues gossiped that he was worldly-wise and a sycophant.

The rumors spread, and even Mr. Wang was annoyed. He pulled me onto his lap and said, "Where did this
wild boy come from? He doesn't do anything productive all day but hangs out with women."
Looking at the old man's furious expression, I found it laughable. Men don't discriminate based on
age or seniority when they're jealous; they all act like this, glaring and furious.
He unhooked my bra, and my breasts burst out. My nipples seemed a little hard, and he roughly
flicked them a few times, which hurt a little.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, my soft belly pressed against his body, and whispered in his ear
, "Him? A boy who's not even grown up yet. Who do you think he is? Besides, he's currently wooing our Xiao Wan."
Only then did he smile, placing his hands on my lower back and gently stroking my plump buttocks.
I lit a cigarette for him, and he took it, slipping one hand inside my underwear. I
lay on top of him, my buttocks raised high, and his hand rubbed and kneaded me wantonly. His hand
circled my buttocks, seemingly unwilling to miss even the smallest spot.
After a while, he inserted his fingers into the bulge between my legs. My waist shifted,
and my soft, white hand slowly moved across his body, kneading and rubbing, sliding from my abdomen down to between his legs. He became aroused;
his fingers curled even more forcefully, while his other hand caressed the inside of my legs. We both gasped and
writhed, my voice sounding like an animal being bitten, low moans incessant, my face
swaying from side to side, my beautiful thighs contracting and relaxing.
Only when the phone rang did he reluctantly lower my legs with a smile. Just before letting go, he
gently bit the whitest and softest spot on the inside of my thigh, making me scream in an exaggerated way
.
I chuckled again, knowing I looked even more lewd at that moment. I knew that a woman is
most beautiful when she is most lewd, when all her loveliness and beauty come to life
. I thought I must look even more radiant then, with bright eyes and white teeth, a rosy complexion and shallow dimples. So
he couldn't help but lower his head, but before he could kiss my lips, I cupped his face in my hands and
kissed him passionately, making him breathless. He was dazed and confused.
The phone rang impatiently this time.
At that moment, I was indeed pleased with this boy calling me "sister" repeatedly, my face beaming with satisfaction. I was used to
his flattery, his fawning, and his smooth-talking banter. His creative drive, passion, and restless nature both
captivated and excited me.
Gradually, we talked more, and I sensed his inappropriate pursuit and infatuation with me. I
knew all too well that mutual affection, even fleeting one, was dangerous, especially since my beautiful
sister, like myself, had fallen for him against her will. Generally speaking, a woman like me, especially, wouldn't
chase a fling for the sake of a foreseeable separation; I was more easily swayed by self-deceptive desires to embrace each new beginning.
I had a strong, uneasy premonition about him. But regardless, this risk was worth taking
.
I knew he was already passionately dating Xiao Wan; their relationship had developed so rapidly it left
me speechless—it was love at first sight.
It was at my house that day; Xiao Wan had gone home for summer vacation, and that evening only my sister and I ate at home.
I can't remember what Xiaoyang brought me. Xiao Wan opened the door, and the inner door opened as well. Through the iron
gate, Xiao Yang proudly displayed a smiling face, along with a dripping red rose. His manners and etiquette were exactly the kind
of tricks many sophisticated white-collar workers were used to.
The moment he entered, I saw Xiao Wan grunt slightly, take the flower, and habitually
smell it. I sensed that her heart had been instantly captured by this handsome, respectable, and attentive man.
They glanced at each other, and then their eyes never left each other, like a
long, drawn-out reflection between two mirrors. They clearly saw another version of themselves in each other. A clock chimed evenly on the wall
, and she sat on the sofa, feeling a nameless tremor and awe. Time seemed to jump and break at the slightest touch. That
night, she seemed dazed, as if possessed.
They almost ignored me, drinking my beer and launching into long,
rambling stories about university anecdotes. Her voice was loud and trembling, her eyes sparkling with excitement like
a dove about to take flight. Xiao Wan's body swayed gently on the bar stool, and as she bent over, her skirt
opened in front of him, revealing her thighs all the way to her lace-trimmed panties. My younger sister was
no less promiscuous than anyone else, even without instruction, though I was certain she was a complete virgin.
That night, they talked until very late. Xiao Wan had initially agreed to stay at my place, but she quickly changed
her mind and left together when Zhuo Qun returned. That night, my mood was extremely bad, to the point that my husband tried his best
but couldn't arouse my desire. He was puzzled; normally, just being near me was enough to make me lose control
, involuntarily moaning and groaning. I was like a special, sensitive clam, so sensitive that the slightest
touch from a man would cause its shell to open to its fullest extent. The entire floor was
deathly
silent. We operate on a relaxed work schedule here during the summer, ensuring
employees get enough sleep to combat the heat.
The boy before me always gave me a hazy, dreamlike feeling, a sense of lost memories. His long hair, his pale
face, could instantly ignite a powerful urge in me—to embrace him, to think of nothing else, to kiss away his melancholy.
I suddenly leaned in and quickly pecked his thin cheek. I brought my knees close to him, my hand reaching for his
jeans, slowly unzipping them from top to bottom. My pale, delicate fingers grasped his genitals; it
was hard and erect.
My hands didn't move, but my five fingers—more precisely, my index and middle fingers—were subtly tapping
, like someone tapping out a beat while listening to music. And my tapping was tapping out a beat on his man…
His penis, already engorged and unusually thick, stood erect on his velvet cloth. I almost feared
it would burst forth, growing wildly before his own eyes and mine.
He couldn't help but let out a soft cry. My hands unbuttoned his shirt, caressing his
broad chest. His still somewhat childish body instantly soaked my genitals.
My whole body went limp, my desire-filled eyes fixed on him. Xiaoyang's boyish pursuit brought
me immense novelty and an inescapable thrill. I acknowledged the pleasure in this thrill, and I neither
rejected nor loathed this rebellious pleasure.
The moisture and warmth of his lips attracted me like exotic flower petals; physical pleasure surged suddenly,
our tongues intertwining as smoothly as fine silk.
As I licked his bare chest, he closed his eyes. He gently unbuttoned my sky-blue
shirt and removed my bra. He placed a hand on my chest and gently pushed me, causing me to slump
onto the sofa. He sat close beside me, placing his hands on my knees and squeezing hard, causing my legs to spread naturally
.
He began to caress my abdomen; his hands were strong, seemingly able to penetrate my flesh and enter my body.
I was forced to straighten up, but he pulled me close, making it difficult for me to break free, and then pressed his lips
to mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Soon, my whole body went limp. At this moment, he pulled down my
underwear and then unzipped his own pants, pressing himself against me.
As Xiaoyang swelled and thrust hard into my body, he softly murmured Xiaomei's name,
again and again, his organ incredibly gentle, forcing my name into my throat and shooting his heartbeat
into my womb.
I suddenly felt my whole body convulse violently as if a flash flood had erupted. Behind me, the glass reflected
the radiant glow of flesh at its perfect moment. A little bee buzzed and bumped against
the glass window, which was stained wine-colored by the sunlight. This tranquility was tangible and visible, occasionally spilling out like liquid.
(III)
Making love with Xiaoyang was more wonderful than I had imagined. For a moment, I didn't understand why I hadn't experienced this kind of
enjoyment in so long; the excitement and pleasure it brought were so intense, it even surprised me. He belonged to me—his
young, slender body, his silky smooth skin and the firm, smooth muscles beneath it, all his vitality
, all his tenderness belonged to me, to be touched, possessed, and enjoyed by me.
My hands caressed Xiaoyang's entire body; his cheekbones, at this moment, and everything else belonged to me.
All of this made me ecstatic; we devoured each other, that greed and desire merely concealed in our civilized
dance of lovemaking.
He lay on the sofa, and I stroked his thick hair. This lovemaking was truly wonderful; I
usually feel light and pleasant after making love. My lovely, beautiful younger sister, Xiaowan, is probably
anxiously awaiting her Prince Charming in faraway Guangzhou right now , but the passion of her Prince Charming remains within me, giving my
vanity a tremendous satisfaction in that moment.
From a young age, as the older sister, I had to learn tolerance and forbearance at home. Everything in the house
—toys, food, even clothes—was chosen by Xiaowan at her whim before I could have anything. And now, her
boyfriend and her sister, in a space filled with lust, what are they doing, wholeheartedly? Melodious
moans, music emanating from their reproductive glands, a faint fragrance—desire makes people bold and
reckless.
We lie embracing on the narrow sofa, both exhausted from the lovemaking we just had. Xiaoyang is still
stroking my nipples and lips with his fingers, his legs draped between mine.
Unlike Zhuoqun, my husband is more reserved during lovemaking; although he has also been ecstatic, he is more restrained than passionate
. Xiaoyang was different. From the moment he came into contact with me, he was like a blazing fire, completely melting me into his body.
Every movement, every gesture, brought me pleasure, as if my entire being, including my soul, had entered my body
.
I shifted my body, pressing one leg against his abdomen, and brought my lips together. His left hand encircled my neck
, while his right hand first squeezed my breast, then moved between my thighs.
From the beginning, I harbored a somewhat unclear confusion about Xiaoyang. As Xiaowan's older sister, I genuinely
hoped he could become my brother-in-law, despite a feeling of keeping the good fortune within the family. But I truly
wished them both well. When I learned that Xiaowan was deeply in love, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and anxiety. Their
relationship surprised me; it progressed so quickly, which strengthened my resolve to bring this boy into my arms
.
At the bank, thanks to my help in many ways, Xiaoyang's work went smoothly, and he even achieved some success. When he started working
, he immediately adopted a mature yet indifferent expression. I sensed this change in him, feeling that this boy possessed
a natural ability to blend in and adapt to his environment. His quick wit was evident in how he immediately
integrated with the surrounding colors and atmosphere upon entering, as if he were an expert.
He had also habitually treated my office as his own, often leaving his messy belongings
there. Worse still, his athletic shoes, socks, and clothes were always filthy and reeked
of sweat. He would also rudely enter and exit my bathroom, sometimes even while showering.
"You can't always be so nonchalant," I said.
I saw his strong, well-proportioned body, the body of a man who had just finished exercising. In the
sunlight, a few small water droplets shimmered on his chest, slowly sliding down his taut skin, momentarily
displaying a kaleidoscope of colors.
I was momentarily stunned; I believe every woman has experienced this strange, absent-mindedness. He possessed a
captivating radiance, a soft and fleeting glow like a rainbow. I dared not blink, for I
knew he would soon put his clothes back on and vanish.
"Is there a difference between yours and mine?" His glib tongue was already familiar to me. In his casual...
There was something unsettling about his posture, a hunter's unusual restraint before his beloved prey.
I sat in a high-backed swivel chair, the folder in my hand resting on my lap, my right hand on the back of the chair,
the cleavage between my breasts deep, almost revealing half of one. It seemed to be trembling as I looked at him. The boy
's eyes flickered like dark flames, like an invisible net, capable of captivating countless women.
I often felt his gaze, and I knew I deserved it. In any occasion or
environment, with my soft hair, beautiful face, full thighs, and firm buttocks, which part of me
wouldn't arouse a man's desire? That's how I am, completely satisfying my desires with my own body. I felt a little dizzy; something was budding, something was flowing, flowing uncontrollably, 　　flowing
in the fragrant vortex of my body . 　　When I first met him, we didn't have a physical relationship yet, even though I had done a lot for this boy 　　. 　　When he 　　first arrived, he was assigned to the police force, and in his preliminary police uniform, he looked quite dashing and distinguished 　　. I've always had an inexplicable fascination with uniforms; as a young girl, I respected and admired them. 　　But as I grew older, and after I became more mature, I developed a rebellious and confused longing. 　　I imagined what it would be like for a policeman in uniform to be in bed—perhaps treating every 　　woman beneath him like a criminal and suppressing her harshly and for a long time. Even when 　　I was pulled aside by a traffic cop for a traffic violation, a wonderful sensation would instantly rise on my tongue, and a special warmth would rise in my lower abdomen, as if 　　a hand were covering it. 　　Even after I assigned him to the credit department, I still regretted not having made any intimate moves with him. I thought that 　　if he had come to me in his uniform, I would have been soaking wet within three seconds. 　　Later, when the bank was allocating housing, someone as young and new to the job as him definitely wouldn't get a spot 　　. I mobilized all my resources. It wouldn't work with General Manager Wang; his relationship with Xiaoyang was like 　　that of a cat and mouse, always at odds and never reconciled. I had to use 　　General Manager Wang's influence to persuade the other leaders in the bank one by one. When I finally got the keys to my new apartment, the boy was overwhelmed with excitement 　　. At that moment, I felt I had completely captured his heart and soul. 　　"Sister Mei, I really want to give you something," he said, putting on his t-shirt. 　　"Really? I'd be very happy. What's it?" 　　He took out a beautifully wrapped box from his drawer, decorated with ribbons tied into small flowers. 　　I went over to the sofa, took his gift, and as I opened it, his face flushed, and he 　　nervously looked back into the room. When I opened the box, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. He had given me two 　　brightly colored pairs of underwear—high-end stuff, not your average underwear. The tiny pieces of fabric were almost entirely covered in lace 　　, barely concealing anything. 　　"Do you know what kind of relationship it means to give a girl something like this?" I crossed my legs, making 　　it easier for his gaze to wander. 　　"I know, but I wanted to give it to you," he said, sometimes shy. "Do you like it?" 　　I looked at him and said sincerely, "I love it." Then I asked him, "Why did you give me this 　　?" 　　"I don't think you've ever worn this kind before. There's a saying that it's called sexy underwear. It's the kind men love the most," 　　he said, pausing, "and I like it too." " 　　Which kind of underwear do you think I should wear?" I couldn't help but laugh. He was speechless now. "Tell me, do you want 　　to know?" 　　"Now?" He stammered, at a loss for words. 　　I spread my legs wide opposite him, and my already short skirt rode up even higher, revealing my tight 　　, narrow panties. I saw him tremble with excitement, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. I quickly closed my 　　legs again. "I'm true to myself, don't misunderstand me, I still have taste." 　　Seeing his stunned expression, I laughed heartily. I often enjoyed teasing men, and I especially 　　loved seeing all men submit to me beneath my skirt. Especially boys like him, going through puberty, 　　with Xiaoyang's eccentric and independent personality, were more prone to a strong desire to grow up, a desire marked by 　　sexual maturity and experience. 　　I thought he was about to lose control; a bulge appeared in his crotch, even though what was inside 　　gave me a sudden surge of desire, a tremor in my chest. At that moment, our bodies were both exceptionally sensitive 　　, unseen tendrils reaching out to each other, subtly sensing that bewildering physical urge, 　　yet love from our brains instantly suppressed it. 　　I walked away gracefully, giving him no chance to take advantage. I knew it wasn't 　　the best time yet; rather than rushing things, I'd rather let him savor that desire. 　　************ 　　Xiaoyang went to Guangzhou over the weekend and called me before leaving. My whole family was at the dinner 　　table at the time. I said to him irritably, "Go ahead and go, why tell me?" 　　My mother frowned at me, "What kind of person are you? Can't you speak properly?" She'd been staying with me lately 　　; Mr. Wang had spent over 100,000 yuan renovating our old house to please her. It had also exhausted my husband, who was constantly 　　calculating material costs, even keeping track of expenses in his notebook while in bed. 　　"It's nothing, just work," I said casually. Then I put down my bowl. My husband 　　looked at me, puzzled. I could only smile at him, "I don't want to eat anymore." 　　"No, finish what's in your bowl." 　　That's how he is; he's incredibly attentive and caring towards me in every way. Even my mother, who was feeding my daughter beside me 　　, smiled. 　　Indeed, Zhuoqun was the discovery of my life; it was a perfect family. During the day, we were all busy with 　　our own lives, and at night, Zhuoqun kept me busy all night long. He seemed never to be satisfied. Sometimes, while the children 　　were watching TV, he would lock me in the bathroom and bury his head between my breasts for long periods of time. He was practically...

He couldn't wait for me to get into bed every night, wanting to make love to me every night, even when I was too tired to eat or
sleep during the day. I didn't mind; I was willing to make him happy and satisfied.
When Zhuo Qun entered our bedroom, I was wearing a bathrobe. I softly walked up to him and said, "Hold
me first." I knew Zhuo Qun was eager to talk to me, and I excitedly imagined the passionate and extraordinary moment that was about to unfold.
Years of marriage had allowed me to immediately sense his sexual desires, and now, standing at the bedroom door
, his eyes were filled with that longing. I was excited, unable to contain myself; nothing could be
more wonderful than the start of lovemaking. He was untying his tie, and I walked up to him seductively, put the tie around his
neck, pulled it close, and kissed him passionately.
"I missed you so much," he murmured, his voice low and trembling, his strong arms encircling me and kissing me relentlessly. When
I finally broke free from his embrace, he was breathing heavily. "Good heavens, just being near you makes me need
it."
He placed his hands on my chest, his fingers trying to undo my silk bathrobe, frantically trying to unbutton the buttons.
"Hey, why are you wearing a buttoned bathrobe?" He pulled the bathrobe off my shoulders and hung it around my waist. Then
, he stepped back a few paces, his eyes wide, and said, "No one should have breasts like these."
I smiled and said, "They're yours."
He knelt on the floor, burying his face between my breasts. Breathing heavily, he said, "I can't believe it, every
time I touch them, I can't believe it."
I gently lifted his head as he struggled to unbutton the rest of his bathrobe. When all the clothes
were off me, I was naked in front of him, reaching up to my head and
removing the hair clip from my long hair, letting it cascade down my shoulders and breasts. Then, I went around to the bed and touched
my body. "None of them are yours, they're mine."
He chased after me, but I nimbly dodged him and rolled onto the bed. I stroked my thighs again,
laughing wantonly, and said, "But we want you."
He impatiently took off his clothes and came to me naked. His broad chest was indeed what I was
fascinated by, and I sincerely exclaimed, "You have a great body." Then, unhurriedly, I added, "But mine
are even prettier, aren't they?"
I deliberately played with my breasts; I was already very excited. He stood there watching,
his breathing becoming heavier and heavier, and lunged at me, but I escaped from the other end of the bed. He kept
chasing me, but I always managed to escape. I stroked my body and laughed loudly. He kept pursuing
me; I knew he was completely intoxicated by this new game, which was why he caught me. But when he
was extremely excited, I broke free from him again.
Entering the bathroom, I knelt by the pool and hurriedly filled our double tub with water. When he came in, I
was comfortably submerged in the huge tub, the fragrant foam reaching my shoulders. My full breasts stood high, while my nipples were
small and round, like a young girl's. My lower abdomen was smooth and clean, and my navel was round like a full moon.
Zhuo Qun threw off his bathrobe, and I looked him up and down at his muscular body. His erection made me dizzy.
He laughed and slipped into the tub, causing the water to overflow with a loud splash. The sound was a bit exaggerated,
making my ears ring, as if I could hear my own heart pounding rapidly.
I laughed and playfully splashed water on his face. When he didn't react, I puckered my lips high
and opened my hands to him with great affection. He quickly leaned down and kissed my wet lips. When he embraced me again
, I suddenly felt his fiery lips ignite my soul and boil my blood. I
held him tightly, as if letting go would cause me to drown.
He kissed my cheeks, lips, neck, and arms, his hands slowly caressing my soft, supple
skin. Our bodies pressed together, we reveled in this beautiful moment.
"Xiaoyang wants me to go to Guangzhou with him, but I think we haven't been together for many days, so I'm not
going anywhere," he said.
Mentioning Xiaoyang's name brought me back to reality, and I felt a sudden sense of desolation.
My desire began to subside; the sound of the water was no longer pleasant, but rather unsettling, and an
indescribable sorrow filled my heart. I didn't answer him, remaining quietly in the water, my arms floating half-
submerged, as if devoid of feeling. He continued to stroke my back and pat my buttocks, gently rubbing my soft,
elastic flesh.
"You mean, he and Xiao Wan have done 'that'?" After a long while, I opened my eyes and
asked him softly.
"Not yet. He said he wants to wait a few years, to have a glimmer of hope in his heart."
I chuckled, my mood brightening considerably. I said sincerely, "That guy, he really knows how to have fun."
"Then why don't I?" he said. He quickly came over and kissed my body, hoping to rekindle my desire,
and the bathtub began to churn.
From his eyes, I saw the flames of his lust. I tilted my head, making a provocative gesture. He stood
up and pulled me into a tight embrace. He pressed against my lower abdomen, kissing me passionately, and I returned his kiss
with equal passion, able to hear my own pulse.
"Darling, not here, to the bed."
He helped me out of the bathtub and hurriedly began to dry my body. He wiped from my chin and neck down, across
my breasts and groin, then turned me around, wiping from my heels, legs, back down to my private parts. And then there
was my arm, from my fingertips, the back of my hand, down to my armpit, where he exclaimed, "I really don't know how you can
be hairless here."
I let him rub it, making it tickle me: "A real beauty is hairless here."
We walked hand in hand to the bedroom.
"I really miss it," I said in a coquettish voice, rubbing his thick member.
He replied, "It belongs to you, you can do whatever you want with it, even things I don't want to do."
I tried to break free from him, swaying back and forth in his arms, my buttocks shaking rhythmically.
He touched my body with his fingers, my ears.
"Let's have some fun," I said, hugging him tightly. "I'll drive you crazy."
He gently but firmly pulled me onto the bed. I knew that men were very particular about the atmosphere during sex; they
didn't usually rush straight to the ecstasy. They always built up the ambiance first. I was also deeply enjoying
every detail of the process.
He cupped my breasts, kneading and kissing them passionately. I felt the roughness of his movements, and soon his
penis was hard.
I kissed his playful penis, and felt all the blood rush to my chest, crashing like a tidal wave
. A burning sensation burst from my chest and shot up my throat. "Come on," I urged
him, twitching my thighs.
He stood on the edge of the bed, attacking me fiercely. I liked this, so I closed my eyes,
parted my lips slightly, and began to move my body.
"Darling, this is so good," my voice trembled, and I leaned back against him, my fingers digging tightly
into his back.
After a flurry of rapid thrusting, I felt like I was dying, my head slumped on his shoulder, weakly
saying, "Let me play on top for a while."
We switched positions and became one, then he let himself go for my pleasure. I half-closed
my eyes on top of him, my body swaying like a willow in the wind, my tongue involuntarily darting out, licking the corners of my mouth. My
hands didn't know where to go, sometimes embracing the man, sometimes caressing myself with soft, hesitant strokes
.
"Oh, my God, oh," I would let out unconscious
moans whenever I felt an overwhelming pleasure. I pressed myself against the man, feeling his immense, gushing pleasure, and a sweet yet exhilarating
feeling surged through me like a tide, making me feel as if something had ripped out of my chest, and my whole
body felt like it was about to fly away.
As I climbed off him, he breathed heavily, seemingly exhausted: "You're a natural beauty."
I relaxed completely, lying on the bed with my limbs spread out side by side, and said with lingering pleasure, "That
was so comfortable." I held him tenderly, my heart overflowing with joy. My hands continued to stroke his body, and noticing a slight sheen of sweat on his back
, I casually grabbed a pillowcase and gently wiped it away.

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