【My Story is Ordinary Yet Sad】(01) Author: lplp2009

Author: lplp2009
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After graduating from university, I signed a job contract with a classmate in Chongqing, so I stayed there for a while. Because of
my introverted personality and some bad habits, I rarely interacted with women and mostly hung
out .

At first, I rented an apartment in Panxi, Yubei District. The landlord was incredibly greedy; the one-bedroom apartment
had no , yet he charged 650 yuan per month for the run-down place. Back then, I was a recent graduate and didn't know
any better; I just wanted to find a place to live quickly and didn't care about the rent. Half a year passed in this busy work schedule.

That year, I learned that a junior high school junior was studying in Chongqing, so sometimes I would stay
overnight at his rented room (actually, it was a teachers' dormitory, which some teachers privately rented out) to have a drink or something. In that old dormitory building, I would wander the hallways
at night , and you would never guess that the teachers' weekend underwear was so sexy it was practically thongs. I
stole two or three pairs that I liked—lace, open crotch, you name it. One place even had nude and black stockings;
notice , they all had a small hole in the crotch. For about half a year, I would often go over on weekends, bring a small case of beer
, and stay with my junior. The next day, I would bring back some spoils of war, still smelling of her private parts, to fantasize about.

There was a female teacher on the third floor who taught bidding and tendering; she was in her thirties (I remember she was born in the Year of the Ox), quite tall
, with decent looks, but a full bust, and most importantly, incredibly beautiful legs. Her expression was rather cold, so she seemed
unapproachable . Perhaps due to her age and aloofness, she hadn't found a suitable partner. Sometimes
I would meet her on the stairs, and the scent of her would make my imagination run wild, but I never obtained any of her private items. One
morning, as I was about to leave, I noticed her door was ajar. I saw her going up to the roof to air her blankets, so I went
inside, rummaged through a drawer, and found a pair of black stockings, intending to smell them. Then I found her already standing at the doorway
. She looked like she'd seen something disgusting and wanted to vomit. She blocked the doorway and fiercely demanded I
go to the security office with her. The argument got quite loud, and I was genuinely scared. I kept apologizing and
pleading the woman became increasingly impatient. Eventually, she called the security office and sent someone over.

My first instinct was to run, but she seemed to have noticed. She said, "I've seen you before. Are you
living with that architecture freshman on the second floor?" Hearing that, I knew running was futile. I thought to myself, "If the security guard comes, I'm
doomed ." So I knelt down and begged her, telling her that I was still paying off my student loans, and that my older brothers
had dropped out of school so I could attend high school and university. My elderly parents had meager incomes and were struggling to pay off debts. My father was
well-known in the village, and after the police report, I would not only lose my job but my family might also disown me. I said I would have no choice but to jump off
the roof to avoid facing anyone. (Of course, some of this was a lie, but I
was genuinely terrified and desperately trying to sound pitiful.) I kept begging, and although I didn't cry, I was clearly terrified and at a loss for what to do.
But the woman remained cold and unmoved. Later, the security guards arrived. She first told them
that she had been frequently losing things and was very annoyed. Today, she saw a stranger
loitering near the building entrance and assumed I was a thief, so she immediately called the police. After clarifying, she realized I was just visiting a junior student; it was all a
misunderstanding . Her kindness unexpectedly moved me.

The security guards still found me suspicious and asked, "You live on the second floor, what are you doing on the third floor?" My face
went numb for a second. (If I had hesitated and stammered at that moment, I would definitely have been in trouble. Years later, I'm still
incredibly grateful for my quick thinking back then.) I explained that I rarely exercise after starting work, and I came to school so I could play
basketball and get some exercise. I remembered a classmate I met while playing basketball recently lived on the third floor, so I went up to the third floor to knock on the
door and ask to borrow a ball or something. Unexpectedly, no one was home. (Actually, there was no classmate I knew on the third floor; I was just betting
the security guard wouldn't ask any more questions.) Later, I called a junior to come back, to prove I was staying overnight, and
the security guards left. The female teacher told me before leaving, "Take care of yourself." I breathed a sigh of relief. For the next six months, I didn't
go back to that school, worked peacefully, occasionally went out to dinner with a girl, and masturbated occasionally.

Sometimes people are just like that, especially someone with a fetish. Average looks, not very good with words,
but a decent physique—so a scumbag like me usually ends up paying
the bill . When someone is lonely for too long, they start to overthink, especially after being caught and reflecting that this habit might have ruined
their life. In a fit of anger, they burned all their loot. I remember it had been about half a month since I returned from my hometown after the Qingming Festival.
Chongqing was slightly cool, the perfect time to harvest stockings. Thinking about those thongs and stockings in the school hallway
kept haunting my mind, keeping me awake at night. One weekend night, I couldn't resist going to the school's living area again.
After the last incident, I was worried about being recognized by the security guard. I felt like I was being watched. That day
, I even noticed that one of the middle-aged men who was there last time was on duty.

Since the last incident, my junior had become much colder towards me. I felt that he was
unhappy that I asked him to clarify the incident, and we rarely contacted each other afterward. So this time, I was really on edge. I went to the hallway where I used to
live quite disappointed.
Then, I gritted my teeth and went up to the third floor, but I didn't find anything there either. As I passed the female teacher's door, a
thought of revenge flashed through my mind. The teacher's clothes were quite conservative, consisting of skirts and white shirts. I took one
of skirts off, wrapped it in my coat, and carefully left the school.

I didn't get back to my lodgings until very late that night. I took out the teacher's skirt, put on stockings, and imagined pinning her down on
the bed and thrusting into her… About a month later, I realized I needed some fresh spoils. Around
midnight, I went to the dormitory again to search the building. When I got to the third floor, I hadn't
found anything yet. I thought I was going to come up empty-handed this time, but
then I wouldn't mind seeing such unromantic underwear, but these belonged to the teacher. Remembering her
disdainful look at me before, I got angry and, almost without thinking, took them down. As soon as I took them down, I heard the sound of bells hitting the floor
. I immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly retreated. I hadn't walked far when the door opened, and the female teacher chased after me
, holding a flashlight. Maybe she hadn't seen clearly because of her phone, but when she shone the light, she saw me holding up her panties.
She got a little agitated and slapped me hard on the head, saying, "You're hopeless." Then she tried to make a phone call. Honestly, at that moment...
I wanted to strangle her. I don't know if I dared to do it then, but for the first two seconds, I thought that since I couldn't
escape this time, I might as well be ruthless.

To my surprise, she hung up after dialing. At this moment, some people from the dorm passed by and saw the
two of us confronting each other (I quietly put away my spoils, lest...). She suddenly told me to go to the rooftop. Then we started talking.
She asked what was going on, and I said I had a fetish, that I didn't mean any harm, and that I felt very ashamed. I had actually toned it down after being
discovered , but recently I wanted to find something to vent my frustration on but had nowhere to go, so I couldn't stop thinking about this place
. I stammered as I spoke. The more she listened, the more impatient she became, and she started calling me sick and perverted, and then said that someone like me should
be notified by the security department, otherwise I would always be stealing women's items from the building. At this point, although I wasn't sure what she was thinking,
she didn't seem to want to kidnap me. So I started begging her, talking about random trivial things,
some positive things like work stress and student loan repayments, and complaining about not being able to find a girlfriend.
I felt like she was looking at me like I was a slug—disgusting, but not something to be stomped on. Observing me from a distance
was quite interesting.

After talking for about 30 minutes, she felt she couldn't continue the conversation. She asked me to return my underwear, then said she had
photos and warned me not to come to school to do these disgusting things again. Finally, she asked for my phone number, company
name address. She said she wanted to see my ID, but when she took my wallet and found no ID, she confiscated my bus card
because it could check my identity information. I didn't dare say anything, and she let me go. I was incredibly depressed that night
, though somewhat relieved that she'd let me off the hook. I spent the next few days in a state of anxiety, until July or August,
in the summer. I received a phone call; at first I didn't understand who it was, but after a few curses, I knew who it was.
This female teacher wanted me to come to Shapingba. She didn't explain much on the phone, just told me to come over and hung up. I was completely
stunned .

I found her at a Western restaurant. Apparently, she'd eaten near the Three Gorges Square, and her credit
card had been locked after multiple incorrect PIN attempts. I paid the bill for her. I remember I hadn't eaten that day, so I accompanied her on my hunger pangs. She
casually asked me about my recent life, whether I had a girlfriend, and then started talking about herself. I'd thought she
was just a lowly teacher living in a run-down dormitory, but it turned out she had quite a bit of power, teaching and doing administration. She was currently running for vice
dean, and I was truly surprised that someone in their early thirties could be elected vice dean. Last year, they almost got married, but the guy started
having affairs and, since she's not the kind of person who's gentle and considerate, they broke up. Recently, the guy had some
family troubles and wanted to get back together with her, but really he just wanted some money. She found it disgusting and refused. Now
he's been going to her school every day, bothering her and affecting her work.

I think she was probably venting that night. She felt that confiding in someone she looked down
on a sense of superiority, like a king who wouldn't tell his ministers his troubles but
could vent to a beggar—"You're trash, you have no right to pity me."

Later, when I dropped her off at her dorm, she fell silent, not knowing what to say. I was starving
that then my stomach started growling. She laughed when she heard it, and without thinking, I said I hadn't eaten yet and asked if she
had any food upstairs. She hesitated for a moment and said she only had fruit. Although she was reluctant, she still let me into her dorm.
She washed two apples, and I sat on the small sofa, eating them while looking around. I was genuinely just looking at
her room, but she noticed and said, "Why don't you change your ways?" I didn't immediately understand,
but a moment later I realized she suspected I was eyeing her underwear again. I was a little angry and said I
didn't have money sleep in her living room for the night. (She had actually treated some colleagues to Western food that night, but when it came time to pay
, it was awkward. They were all colleagues with the same job, and she couldn't bring herself to ask for money, so she let them leave first. She ordered a coffee
and called a friend to pay the bill, but her friend wasn't in the city and said she'd be late. She was bored
and , but I actually came to pay, leaving her wallet empty.) She
was unhappy when she heard this, so I said I hadn't eaten all night and had been with her, so I could just sleep on the sofa for the night and leave tomorrow. After
a lot of talking, she softened. It was raining and quite cold, and she felt bad that her joke had turned into this, so
she didn't insist.

Later, I took a shower and even used her spare towel. The scent of a woman living alone is truly intriguing.
After she finished showering, I suggested we grab a drink, as it's a way to ease the tension of our longing. Consider it
dinner . She didn't refuse. We chatted over drinks, and when things got lively, she asked if I'd ever stolen women's underwear from around here. I didn't
intend to hide anything and told her that although I used to come here often, I'd never stolen from her before I got caught. Of course, she didn't
believe me and told me that many of her underwear had been stolen, and she was afraid to hang them outside anymore, so she hung them on the small balcony. Later, she
put some of her outerwear outside, and they stopped being stolen. Little did she know that this pervert would also take one of her skirts. The more she
thought about it, the angrier she became. So, she tied a thin thread and a bell to all her clothes that night. If any of her underwear was removed, the bell
would fall down, and when she came out and saw me, she was even angrier. Although she was cold-hearted, she wasn't heartless. She felt
that calling the police and ruining someone's life wasn't a good idea. Plus, she was recently being considered for vice-dean, and she was worried that some scheming people might
gossip and negative repercussions. So, she dragged me to the rooftop for a lecture and a bit of intimidation, hoping to defuse the situation.

Later, the conversation drifted to her ex-boyfriend. She was under a lot of pressure during her vice-dean application process; she was too young and faced a lot of
criticism . Some younger and senior teachers gossiped behind her back, saying she wasn't acting based on merit. In short, the politics in the school office
were something she couldn't say. So, this woman was actually quite financially secure, but she didn't dare to be too ostentatious. She lived in the worst dormitory,
didn't own a car, was very careful about what she ate, and avoided buying designer brands—in short, she was extremely cautious. Unfortunately, her ex-boyfriend had been frequently
visiting her at school lately, and she was worried that a falling out with him might ruin her career. Then we started chatting slowly.
She wasn't so tense anymore; she'd been drinking and was relaxed, so it felt natural to feel closer to
her. I subtly moved closer, starting by occasionally touching her arm, then gradually
getting closer The closest I got was when I put my hand on her waist, but before I could go any further, she pushed me away. She seemed
to revert to her cold self, asking if I wanted to sleep on the sofa or go out in the rain. Hearing that, I immediately became more reserved. After
a few awkward seconds, she said she was sleepy, grabbed a blanket, threw it on the sofa, ignored me, and went back to her room to sleep.

Actually, I'm not a coward; lying on the sofa, all I could think about was sleeping with her, and I couldn't fall asleep once I lay down .
My mind was racing with thoughts of what to do, especially with the scent of a solitary woman lingering in the small room, making my imagination run wild. I'd
heard people say that if a woman is willing to share a room with you, it means she trusts you, and if she trusts you, she won't reject you too much,
especially a thirty-year-old woman, a teacher. I'd never thought too much about girls before, but that night I analyzed whether
there was any possibility between us. Then I lay down and thought, from a physiological perspective, firstly, she's a teacher, so she
probably doesn't have many male friends, plus her social circle is small, which limits her sexual options. Besides, she's currently being promoted to management,
so she needs to be even more careful about her image. Although I don't know how many admirers she has, from the subtle
hints in our conversations , I deduced that they were still just friends, so our sexual relationship was rather unremarkable. But
why did she reject me when the atmosphere was so good? I was really frustrated at the time. I tossed and turned until midnight, my lust
rising, and I secretly got up and opened her door—damn! She'd locked the door! The cold, desolate feeling I felt was overwhelming.
It seemed she really treated me like a jerk. I'd thought she'd deliberately left the door open so I could sneak in and have my way with
her…!

I was seething with anger, so I obediently went back to bed. She got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, and I
was so excited, thinking I had a chance. But it really was just a bathroom trip; she went back and locked the door again. So I didn't sleep well all
night , hungry and sleep-deprived. The next morning, she told me to come home immediately. I only had about
ten yuan in change. After breakfast, by the time I got home on the bus, I only had six yuan left. I was really pathetic.

That night, true to my nature, I grabbed her old skirt and, imagining her
, masturbated until I was completely consumed by resentment. Although I was quite disappointed during that time, I still contacted her frequently.
Back then, WeChat didn't exist, and she wouldn't give me her QQ number. She almost never answered my calls, so I could only send her one or two text messages a day to
check her. About a month passed like this. One day, she texted me to come over. She didn't say much,
just told me to wait for her at the Hanyu Road bus station. When we met, she said she needed my help that evening. Her ex-boyfriend had asked her out to dinner,
and her department's approval was basically complete. She didn't want anything to go wrong, but her ex-boyfriend
wanted to meet her to talk, and she was a little worried. So she asked me to act as her boyfriend, and hoped I would be assertive
. I agreed without thinking. She booked a Western restaurant so he wouldn't be too loud when we met.

Her ex-boyfriend's arrival was quite unexpected; he was very refined in his demeanor and speech, and quite handsome, which made me
feel a little embarrassed. This guy was quite talkative, while I could only manage a few disjointed words, feeling frustrated. When the conversation
turned to relationships, it was incredibly unexpected. He apologized first, then offered some words of blessing.
We were both stunned. He explained that his mother had recently been seriously ill—he couldn't remember what it was—and needed
surgery needed time to recover before the surgery. Before they got together, his parents were very happy with the female teacher
as their future daughter-in-law, praising her good upbringing and dignified manners. The elderly woman was unaware that her son was having an affair, and he
didn't dare tell them, fearing it would affect his mental state before the surgery. So, he hoped to reconcile with her to cheer her
up. Later, his mother's surgery was successful, and she was out of danger, so he came today to apologize. Although the female
teacher tried her best to appear calm and indifferent, I think she was furious. Sure enough,
she made the guy pay the bill when she left.

She didn't say much on the way out; I did all the talking. I suspected she was hurt. She
explained to me at the restaurant that the man knew her social circle, so it wasn't convenient for her to invite men she knew.
Actually , I think she was using me to spite that guy (meaning, even if I'm a jerk, I wouldn't want to
get back together with you). When a woman is being pursued, even if the other person doesn't like her, she's still secretly pleased. But once
she realizes the other person doesn't care about her, she must be quite hurt. And to be fair, her ex-boyfriend was a
very good person, and the money he borrowed from her was to raise funds for his mother's medical treatment, so he
was a filial person, much better than me.

Later, when we got to her dorm building, I got angrier and angrier, and said I wanted to find someone to have a drink with me tonight. She hesitated for a moment,
then quickly said there was no alcohol upstairs. I said I'd go buy some, and she could wait for me at home. Without waiting for her reply, I went to the convenience store
and bought two dozen beers. When I knocked on her door, she said it was too late and she didn't want to open it and ask me to go back. I said
it was indeed inappropriate for a man to knock on a lady's door at night; the neighbors might gossip,
so she should open the door to show her honesty. She probably saw that I was being difficult and noisy, and had no choice but to let me
in.

Once inside, she noticed I'd bought two dozen bottles and got a little angry, asking if I planned to get drunk
and stay. I'm usually too timid to disobey her when she's in a bad mood, so I just said I'd leave after I finished and promised not to get drunk. Then we
started drinking and chatting. I asked her if something was bothering her, and because she'd had a few drinks, she loosened her polite
restraint replied directly: "That's ridiculous, what's a little pervert like you who steals underwear talking to me about?" I was a little angry when I heard
that, and I really wanted to pin her down and rip off her clothes… but I just laughed it off. She'd only
planned to drink one bottle, but the conversation
got more and more relaxed. Maybe it was because of the setback, or maybe because she'd passed the censorship and no one was bothering her anymore, but she started asking me some embarrassing questions, like what I used the stolen
women's clothing for, whether I'd ever been caught, and whether I frequented prostitutes since I didn't have a girlfriend.
She deliberately asked questions that made me uncomfortable, clearly not having a very good impression of me.

As the drinks were almost finished, she seemed to suddenly sober up and asked me, "Are you waiting for me to get drunk?" I said
no , I just wanted someone to keep me company tonight. She said the drinks were almost finished, and we'd talked enough, so I should go home. I
said, "It's so late, and you're actually worried about me walking alone at night?" That worked quite well; although she didn't laugh,
I felt she was at least less resistant to me. Later, I insisted on staying at her place and took a shower to carefully
get rid of the smell of alcohol. After she finished showering, I helped her blow-dry her hair. From a few angles, I could see her cleavage,
and I felt that all my hard work had finally paid off.

To be honest, she wasn't the kind of woman who was conventionally beautiful; you wouldn't easily
spot . But her unique teacher-like aura made her stand out from many flashy women.
She spoke clearly and concisely, quickly getting to the point. Often, when I talked for a long time, she would get impatient and summarize it in one sentence,
leaving me embarrassed and only able to laugh. That slightly aloof attitude was one of the factors that made me infatuated with her; secondly...
It's her full, firm breasts, not huge, but you feel a sense of
accomplishment if you can hold them. Most importantly, she has a pair of straight, beautiful legs. I don't like bowed legs, nor do I like overly
thin legs; I like legs with a firm, rounded shape, but not greasy. Crucially, her feet are beautiful.
I noticed her fair, delicate feet when she was drinking in the living room wearing slippers. Because they were well-maintained and lacked
sunlight, they looked crystal clear. Her toenails were clean, without any nail polish—so clean it made my
blood boil, and I wanted to suck on them.

Late at night, she went to sleep and went back to her bedroom. When she came out, she took the small blanket from last time. My
face turned green. Although it wasn't winter yet, it was still a bit chilly at night. I said she'd catch a cold tomorrow, and she said, "Then go
sleep in a hotel." I was a little angry and said, "Every time you need something, I come without thinking. I
only you tell me to. Now it's cold, and you're telling me to get out." My tone was a bit harsh, and it was probably
the first time she'd ever seen me lose my temper. I usually just laughed it off when she teased me, but this reaction caught her off guard.
In a fit of anger, I stormed into her bedroom and sat on the edge of her bed. She seemed a little startled and unsure what
to do, unwilling to come closer. I said, "I'm only 25, a student who graduated a little over a year ago. You're a teacher,
almost a vice-dean, why are you afraid of a little kid sleeping next to you?" I don't know how that
affected her, but after a moment's hesitation, she pushed me away, got into bed, and ignored me. I was so happy I almost
fainted. On the surface, I pretended to be polite and slipped into her blankets.

At first, I was very restrained, hesitant to make any moves, even though my lower body was incredibly aroused.
I didn't dare get too close, afraid she'd get angry and do something I didn't know. I knew she couldn't sleep with her eyes closed, so I tried to start
a conversation, but she ignored me and pretended to be asleep. Finally, I had no choice but to gently hug her
lower abdomen through her pajamas. She was a little unhappy and quickly said, "I have my final review tomorrow, and I need to face the school leaders to give a defense. Can you
please not disturb my rest?" I laughed when I heard that. So you're afraid after all. I moved closer and smelled her hair, saying,
"You'll definitely pass tomorrow, Dean Chu, you're such a beauty!" She struggled to break free and said, "What do you know?" I hugged her tighter and told her, "If you don't pass,
I'll take responsibility. From now on, I'll do whatever you ask me to do." She was even more disdainful when she
heard that. She said, "You take responsibility? What responsibility can you take? Go steal the leaders' underwear and make them naked?!"

I got angry when I heard her say that, and my hand started to wander over her underwear. She was startled and desperately
grabbed my hand, saying, "Stop it." I tightened my grip, and after struggling a few times, she realized she couldn't overcome my strength and
grabbed the blanket. (You wouldn't believe how excited I was. I hadn't masturbated in two months, and this goddess was sleeping
next to me, and I was even touching her most private parts.) After a while of caressing, when I felt a sticky liquid coming out of her panties
, I felt like I was about to explode. I pulled back the covers and ripped open her pajamas, revealing her two round
breasts bouncing out, trembling slightly. I clearly remember the look of horror on her face; she probably hadn't expected me
to be so rude and rough. Looking at her two round breasts, I took one into my mouth and sucked hard. This was
the taste of breasts I had been longing for. The nipples were a lighter shade, not pink, but they looked like
two ripe fruits. I kneaded them vigorously with both hands. I sighed, thinking that this was the female teacher I had been dreaming of for so long. I had
endured so much suffering and grievance, just to enjoy this touch.

I noticed she didn't seem to have a strong reaction, just her breathing was a little uneven, and she
was , which excited me even more. I leaned down and kissed her from her abdomen down to her underwear, licking a little
of that vaginal fluid. My head exploded, and I tried to pull down her underwear. This time she reacted strongly,
holding on tightly and refusing to let me pull it down. She pushed me away, suddenly sat up, and stared at me seriously. Her eyes and eyebrows had a very
heroic look. I didn't know what to do for a moment. She said, "Turn off the light." I thought she was pretending to be innocent, so I said, "I want to
admire your beauty." She pulled the blanket over her chest and said, "Either turn off the light or get out." I felt she
was serious this time. I understood afterward. She's the kind of person who wants to be in control of everything and doesn't
like being passive. So, if she's being led around, she'll conditionally resist and try to regain some control.
Also, she probably has some standards for men; if it's pitch black and you can't see them, at least you won't be so
disappointed .

I didn't think about all of that at the time; I just reluctantly went to turn off the light. Damn, turning off the lights made my excitement level
drop hundreds of levels. Although her breasts still felt wonderful to the touch, my vision was almost completely dark.
I had originally planned to ravage her while watching how this usually proud face would react. Later, I finally managed
to pull her hands away and take off her panties. I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, then began to immerse my face
in that forest of desire. My tongue plunged deep into her vagina, licking like an animal drinking water, making some indecent sounds. My nose
pressed against her crotch, the heat from her pubic hair tickling me. Instinctively, she still tried
to push , but not as forcefully as before. My technique wasn't very good;
the clumsy experience I gained from watching Japanese adult films was completely insufficient to arouse a woman. Later, I touched
something slightly raised with my nose, and I remembered that I had forgotten about a certain place. So I used the tip of my tongue to roll her clitoris, and then sucked on it hard
. At this time, I found that my head was being pressed down by her. Several times, the harder I sucked, the
harder , and my body began to rise and fall. So I started to attack this spot. At first, she had some reaction, but later
she seemed to get used to this stimulation, and she calmed down again.

I had read an article about the G-spot back then, it was very detailed, but my memory was vague and my
improvisation was rather chaotic. I inserted my fingers about two inches into her vagina, found a rough, uneven area,
and started thrusting. She suddenly couldn't take the stimulation and let out a small moan, but she immediately gritted her teeth and held it back. I
wanted to hear this woman's moans, so I wasn't going to let go and kept thrusting. The process was so stimulating.
She gripped my wrists tightly with both hands and tilted her head back. By the light from outside, I finally saw her open
mouth, but she was desperately trying not to make a sound. I continued thrusting like this for about two minutes until my fingers ached terribly
, and my wrists felt like they were going to cramp, so I had to stop. When I stopped, she suddenly asked me what was wrong. I
told her my hands were sore and I needed to rest.

At that moment, I felt something warm flowing from her vagina into the gaps between my fingers. I decided to get out of bed and turn on the light to see what was going on.
She noticed me immediately and asked what I was doing. I said I wanted to turn on the light. She said angrily, "Try
turning on the light if you want to die." I wasn't sure how much she meant, so I went back to her side, turned my back, and licked my finger.
The taste was a bit pungent; a normal person probably couldn't swallow it. I'd heard of people who specifically tasted these things, and I
wondered how they could stomach them.

I touched her vulva, which was already incredibly lubricated, and started calling my "brothers." I'd been drinking that day,
and after a hot shower, my scalp was even more tingly, and I felt my penis was less sensitive. I spread her long,
shapely thighs and teased her vulva a few times with my penis. Seeing her body tremble a few times from the stimulation
gave me a sense of triumphant pleasure. At first, I was gentle and found my rhythm, but then, for
some reason, the thought of the dark got irritating, and I started going at it intensely. This woman was quite tolerant; she
cried out a few times but then stopped herself halfway through. So, during those few minutes of intense thrusting, I only heard half-hearted moans. Every time
I hoped to hear a full, continuous moan, she stubbornly held it back, which was incredibly frustrating and made me angrier. Later,
my back ached, and I couldn't go on anymore, so I had to lie down and rest. What a failure!

Lying in bed, I kept thinking about how to lick her glistening feet, but I
couldn't think of a good reason. After resting for a while, seeing I wasn't moving, she assumed I'd finished and buttoned up her pajamas to go take
a shower. I looked at her and said I wasn't done yet. She said, "What do you want now?" I said, "Why don't you sit on top of me?" After buttoning up her pajamas, she
stood up and waved her hands around my crotch, seemingly unable to find my penis. Seeing that she
was fully dressed, my interest waned, so I reached in to rub it. She slapped my face, which
hurt a little, and said, "If you keep touching me like that, I'm going to take a shower." I said, "You can't get hard with your clothes on. Take them off so I
can see your breasts." She probably couldn't stand my teasing attitude anymore and said, "I'll count to three,
and if you still can't get it, I'm going to take a shower." One, two, three! Then she tried to get off the bed. I was frantic and quickly pulled her back
, coaxing her with sweet words, and quickly masturbated to wake her up.

Then I had her ride on top of me. I watched her move up and down on my stomach. Later, I got aroused and couldn't help but ask
her, "Aren't you feeling good?" She asked what I meant. I said, "You don't make any noise. Who doesn't make a sound
during sex?" She said very seriously, "Please, go find someone who makes a sound next time." I was momentarily speechless at her words
, and she probably sensed her tone was a bit sarcastic and embarrassed. Finally, as I felt the urge approaching, I turned her
over and thrust inside her in the missionary position, ejaculating inside.

Afterwards, after I showered and pulled the covers over myself, she told me it was late and the old
house wasn't soundproof, so it wouldn't be good to disturb others. She told me to go to sleep and not make a fuss. I'm actually quite naive, and hearing her
say that made me feel much better, so I held her and slept soundly. The next day, I got up early, went downstairs to buy
breakfast, packed it up, and left it on the shoe rack outside her door. I left her a text message and left. I knew that if she got up in the morning,
she would urge me to leave, so it was better to leave early and leave a good impression.

(Note: The above intimate moments are purely descriptive and may differ from the facts. Some exaggerations
have been made . My skills are average, and my stamina is not comparable to others. I read
the "funny stories" section, which advised against writing intimate scenes too explicitly and avoiding direct descriptions of sexual organs, suggesting
leaving room for interpretation. I still couldn't resist describing a couple of paragraphs. Another detail: when I was first caught, she
didn't know I was stealing her stockings; she only thought I was a thief. The second time I was caught, it was actually the promotion to vice-dean that
saved me. Later, when I talked to her about it, she said that if she had known I had this fetish the first time, she would have called the police and wouldn't have
helped me. The second time, she was actually even angrier. If it weren't for the review process at the time, and not wanting to cause trouble, she would
definitely have called security. So I was really lucky.

Actually, a more objective description of my intimate moments with this woman is that that night she first called nearby hotels to confirm availability
and then tried to get me to move out. I was a little...) Disappointed, I said, "Every time you need something,
I come without hesitation. I only come because you tell me to. But now it's cold and you're telling me to get out." She said she didn't mean it
that way, that as a teacher, it wasn't appropriate for her to bring a strange man into her room late at night. I said we're both adults, and we're not
doing anything illegal. Besides, were you using me to upset that guy today? She probably realized I'd guessed her thoughts and
quickly denied it. Later, she couldn't resist my persistence, and since it was really cold, we slept together. She was covered up in her clothes and it was so hard to take them off,
and she even lied to me that she had her period. Later, when she saw me getting handsy and knew she couldn't resist, she begged me to go out and buy condoms. In short, the whole
process was a lot of tedious stuff, and it would be hard to write about it realistically. The next scene was roughly the same as described above: during sex,
I had to hold back my moans, and I wasn't allowed to turn on the lights. They even made me count to three, which left me speechless. In short, including foreplay, it lasted
less than twenty minutes. Just as we were getting ready to sleep, I remembered something very important that I hadn't done. I regretted it so much.
I'll write about it later.

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