【Rainbow Clouds】(The End) Author: Absolutely No Spamming

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Of all the women I've met, Caixia is the one I miss the most, the one who ecstatics me the most, the one who haunts my heart the most, and
the one who makes my heart ache the most.

I remember our first sexual encounter was probably several years ago, one winter afternoon, near the
end of the workday. Most of the office staff had already left, but I saw her still busy.
There was a fire nearby, so I sat down next to Caixia, warming myself by the fire and chatting, mainly about life and relationships. We
were very engrossed in our conversation.

After everyone had left, I closed the door, and we embraced, our tongues already intertwined,
sucking on each other. Caixia's tongue was smooth and moist, her saliva sweet. My hand had already slipped inside her pants.

At that moment, Caixia was in her prime. Her pubic hair was thick and dense, her inner thighs smooth and tender, her vulva full and
elastic. I kept caressing her; it was truly intoxicating!

By this time, her vagina was already gushing with fluid, her breathing quickened, and her body pressed tightly against mine, constantly writhing. We
both knew what we were about to do.

Caixia pulled down her pants herself, and since there was nowhere to lie down, she had to stand against the wall to have sex. I grabbed my penis and
thrust it into Caixia's vagina. Because I was standing in the wrong direction and didn't dare to take off all my clothes, my penis could only go in
halfway . After thrusting for a while, I ejaculated, all the semen shooting into Caixia's genitals and her crotch. Xia
took out some toilet paper from her pocket, which I took and used to wipe her clean briefly before casually throwing it into the wastebasket.

I knew Xia's arousal had just begun and she probably wasn't satisfied, so I apologized to her. Xia leaned her
face said affectionately, "I'm content with just this between us." I was

deeply moved by her words, and for many years, whenever I recall that moment, I am still deeply moved.

We reluctantly left and returned to our respective homes. After dinner, I was still savoring
the taste of my lovemaking with Xia. Suddenly, I remembered that wad of toilet paper was very important; it contained my sperm, Xia's vaginal fluid, and even her egg. So

I went to her office again. I had her key. I picked up the wad of paper; it wasn't completely dry yet. I
held it to my nose and smelled it—a faint, slightly sour fragrance. I put it in a small plastic bag. For many years, I
've treasured it. It's always been with me in times of joy, pain, or loneliness.
I often take it out and smell it; it evokes endless longing and affection for Xia.

Xia, born in the Year of the Sheep, was eleven years older than me. She was tall and graceful, with a high bust, full
hips, fair skin, a high nose, and slightly squinting, dark eyes. Her lips were slightly upturned, and her
rosy cheeks were adorned with two small dimples, making her particularly charming and sexy. She was intelligent and pure—
the kind of woman who would make any man's heart flutter at first sight.

I remember one summer day, a pure and beautiful girl with pigtails came to report for work with her job
introduction letter .

At the time, I worked in the personnel department. When I received her, I learned her name was Caixia, so I told her to go home
and rest , and wait for my call to return to work.

After she left, people in the office gossiped, and I learned that she was the fiancée of a certain city leader. Because
everyone short, she used his power to find such a tall
and beautiful wife for her son, hoping to improve the family's appearance.

At that time, I never imagined that this woman would leave a lasting impression on me,
giving me so many unprecedented emotional shocks and heart-wrenching longings.

A few days later, she was notified to work in a subordinate unit. About two years later, she was transferred to the main office to work in internal affairs, and
we started working together.

Our relationship progressed from casual to intimate and ambiguous. That year, I went to study in another city, and
she saw me off, already showing her reluctance to part. She promised to visit me alone one day, but I waited at the train station all day and didn't see her.
I felt terrible. Soon after, I received a letter from her. In the letter, she said that she liked me and missed me, and the reason she didn't come as promised
was because of complicated family and work relationships, which she was afraid would have a negative impact on me. After reading the letter, I felt a little relieved.

Our relationship became noticeably intimate, and we could often talk intimately and whisper secrets to each other. Once, we went to
the provincial capital on business. At lunchtime, we hid in the restroom, and I crawled under her skirt and pulled down her underwear. This was
the first time I had seen her genitals clearly. I greedily admired them. Her thighs were smooth, round, plump, and long,
white with a rosy tint , like mutton fat, even whiter than jade. No wonder her figure was so graceful.

Her genitals were breathtakingly beautiful. Her pubic hair was thick, black, and coarse, growing in an inverted triangle shape on her mons pubis,
while the area around her labia was hairless, white and pinkish-white.
I

stroked it with my hands and caressed it with my face. Her mons pubis resembled a meat-filled bun or a blooming steamed bun, white and pinkish-white, soft and plump. I gently rubbed it with my hands, occasionally poking at the entrance of her vagina with my fingers. The opening was quite
wide open, and vaginal fluid was flowing down her legs. Her pubic hair was stuck together with the fluid, and a
faint .

Later, I learned that she had excellent hygiene habits. She insisted on washing her genitals with warm water, and
after washing her underwear, she would soak it in freshly boiled water. Therefore, her genitals were very clean and had no unpleasant odor.

At this moment, her breathing became noticeably heavier, and she occasionally twisted her body and stroked my face with her hands. But we dared not linger.
A table full of people were waiting for us to eat, and we reluctantly left one by one, returning to the table, our minds still replaying the beautiful scene
we had just .

At that moment, I was very confident that having sex with Caixia was only a matter of time and place, so our
first was a natural progression.

After our first sexual encounter, Caixia and I were inseparable. A day apart brought indescribable
pain and longing, and we could only hold hands and kiss briefly. We both knew that our
families, our workplaces, and our identities were all rather special, and the surrounding environment was extremely hostile.
Our game was fraught with great risk; a slight misstep could lead to disgrace, family breakdown, and being
drowned in public scorn.

We could only wait for an opportunity amidst our suffering, using our absorbed work to distract ourselves from the pain.

One evening after dinner, I received a call from Caixia in her office. Because it was almost Chinese New Year, she said she and her husband
had brought me some winter bamboo shoots and asked me to come to the office.

As soon as I arrived, she sent her husband to deliver winter bamboo shoots to my house. As soon as he left, we hugged each other tightly.
We were so busy kissing and spitting our tongues that we couldn't keep up. She pulled down her pants, and we had to do it standing up. I gently stroked Xia's genitals
for a while , and soon she was very wet. Xia's breathing became rapid, and I thrust my penis into her vagina.

Because we were wearing cotton clothes in winter and standing, and because I was worried that her husband would be back soon, my penis
went in. Xia's vagina was very tender and smooth, and the tightness was just right. After a while, I ejaculated, and the semen all came
out of Xia's genitals and crotch.

At that moment, we heard footsteps coming upstairs, and we quickly pulled up our pants.

I asked Xia what to do, since her crotch and underwear were full of semen and vaginal fluid, and her pubic hair was also covered in semen and vaginal fluid.
Her husband would find out.

Xia said it was okay, I wouldn't let him touch it, and I would wash it off when we got home. I was relieved because Xia was very smart and alert
.

Just as I finished, her husband arrived. I gratefully saw them off, feeling somewhat guilty. Her husband
had kindly brought me fish, and I had taken the opportunity to sleep with his wife. I felt the timing was inappropriate, but what could I do
? I was head over heels in love with his wife, but I had never had the chance. Today was a perfectly planned opportunity by Xia,
who openly offered herself to me in front of her husband. How could I refuse?

Besides, I had studied hard, worked myself to the bone, endured countless hardships and humiliations, and finally achieved my current status, which allowed me to have a beautiful woman like Xia. Thinking about it this way, I felt at ease and accepted it without complaint. This was the second time I had sex
with Xia . The third time was shortly after that. One afternoon, near the end of the workday, Xia quietly came to my office. Seeing no one upstairs, we embraced, kissing and caressing each other. Then she lay down on the sofa, pulled down one trouser leg, and I inserted my penis into Xia's vagina. Because one leg was spread out on the sofa, my penis couldn't go all the way in, and I ejaculated after a short time of thrusting. Semen got all over her crotch, and some even dripped onto the sofa, leaving a stain that took a long time to remove. Xia and I had already had sex three times, but none of them were truly unrestrained. Neither of us had ever truly satisfied ourselves. The main reason was the unpleasant environment; we were afraid of getting into trouble and didn't dare to take off our clothes completely. There was nowhere to lie flat. In those days, society wasn't as open as it is now , where you could go to a hotel and book a room by the hour. Back then, couples needed a marriage certificate to stay in a hotel. In this vast world, there were no places for lovers to have affairs. Summer arrived, and I secretly prepared. I placed the cooling mat from my office sofa in Xia's office, waiting for the right opportunity. August 28th—a day I will never forget. That day I went out on errands, drank some alcohol at noon, and didn't return to the office until almost the end of the workday. I chatted . After everyone upstairs left, we closed the door, spread a mat on the floor, and Xia, who was wearing a skirt that day, lifted it up, took off her underwear, lay back on the mat, and spread her legs. Fueled by alcohol, I became bold and hard, and climbed on top of Xia. Xia didn't need any foreplay; her underwear was completely wet, and her genitals were sticky . I took my hard, thick penis, aimed it at Xia's vaginal opening, and thrust my hips forward, my penis going all the way in ! Xia's vagina was very wet, and her vaginal grip was excellent, lubricated, and elastic. We risked disgrace, family breakdown, and being drowned in scorn to have this affair. It was such a rare opportunity for us to have her lie down and for me to have sex with Yun in a normal position, fully inserting my penis into Xia's vagina. We celebrated our victory with immense pleasure. We hugged each other tightly, and I thrust in and out forcefully. She kept twisting her waist and moving her buttocks to meet my thrusts... I was afraid that her happy cries and moans would be heard, so I intertwined my mouth and tongue with hers and sucked on her mouth to block her from making any moans. My penis repeatedly struck Xia's cervix, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes left, sometimes right. Sometimes it thrust rapidly, sometimes slowly like a leech, sometimes darting left and right, sometimes churning and rotating… Xia's hands gripped my shoulders tightly, her face contorted in what appeared to be extreme pain but was actually extreme pleasure. Her heavy breathing and soul-stirring moans were stubbornly silenced by my mouth. Her buttocks kept thrusting up to meet the impact of my penis, and Xia repeatedly ejaculated vaginal fluid onto my glans. After a fierce battle, I ejaculated, all the semen shooting into Xia's vagina. Until Xia stood up and put on her underwear , there wasn't a trace of semen or vaginal fluid on her genitals or the mat. I deduced that we were too excited; Xia's cervix was fully open, and my penis was very deep, so all the semen went into Xia's uterus. I lay on top of her, thinking how intoxicating and pleasurable it was to make love with the beautiful woman I deeply loved. It's no wonder that countless heroes and valiant men throughout history have fallen at the feet of women. How many have committed adultery, eloped, or died for love, only to be displaced and their families destroyed ? Don't they deserve our respect and sympathy? How many souls have killed and robbed in pursuit of this moment, creating countless human tragedies? Can't our society provide them with a more lenient environment, thus reducing or even eliminating these tragedies? Afterwards, I had sex with Caixia several more times, twice at her home. Because I was afraid someone would sabotage me, or my husband or other family members would catch us, I was very nervous. I became impotent when I made love to Xia. Twice, my penis was difficult to penetrate Xia's vagina, and I had to use my hands to pull it in while inserting. Although I ejaculated, Xia certainly didn't get much pleasure, but she was still very satisfied, without a single complaint or dissatisfaction. What a wonderful woman! Interestingly, Xia's son, Jingjing, was quite sensible. One evening, after attending a friend's son's wedding, I ran into Xia and was invited to her house. Her son was home, and we just chatted casually. After he went to school, we quickly became intimate. Just as Xia was pulling down her pants, someone knocked on the door . We were a little nervous, but then we heard her son's voice, "Mom, Dad's home, he's downstairs." Jingjing then left. We obviously couldn't continue, so I left. Xia reluctantly saw me off downstairs, saying she was going to work. I told her Jingjing was very considerate and that I really had to thank him. She also praised her son. In the courtyard of the government office, I saw Xia's husband, flushed from drinking, bragging to someone as he walked home. If Jingjing hadn't been so quick to warn him, he would have been in big trouble if he had seen us. Another time, shortly after I was transferred to another province, I went to Xia's house one evening. She was home alone. We embraced , and Xia pulled down her pants. We didn't dare take our clothes off and go to bed, so we did it standing up. But no matter what I did, my penis wouldn't get hard.

Unable to get up, I could only rub and caress her genitals, and we both felt a deep sense of regret.

I told Xia then that although I had left her, home was still here, and I would try to be together once a month. Xia
looked at me with wide, loving eyes, and nodded with a hint of doubt. Little did I know that this would be the last time my sexual organs touched Xia. Xia was a passionate and devoted woman. When I left that place, I was indifferent to people's cold stares and the fickleness of the world. I was unconcerned about the hardships of life's journey and the potential dangers of being transferred to a foreign land. The only thing I couldn't let go of was Xia—a truly heart-wrenching reluctance. Xia felt the same way. I remember she wrote me a letter then , her words filled with a heavy heart and deep reluctance to part. We kept in touch after we separated. The few unsuccessful sexual encounters I described earlier also happened after I left . She came to my workplace twice. Once, she brought me a salary letter. I really wanted her to stay the night, but she couldn't decide. I took them to the train station. The train was already slowly pulling away, and I so wished it would go faster , but she still got on just as it started moving. Fate didn't allow us to be together. The second time, she came to see me. I wasn't in the office at the time, and by the time I found out, Xia had already left. I was filled with regret. This, too, was fate not allowing us to be together. Once, she drank with me. She drank a lot that day. I remember she never drank before. Why did she drink so much that day ? I guessed her feelings were the same as mine—she missed each other and could only drown her sorrows in alcohol. I also drank a lot. After the party, we stumbled home, supporting each other. She invited me to her house. I thought that if we were together like this, especially at her house, it could easily lead to something bad, so I took her to a friend's house. Now, looking back, I regret it deeply. I missed another excellent opportunity to have sex with Xia. My mother passed away during a major flood, and she waded through the water to my hometown to mourn her, for which I am deeply grateful. Once, I heard that Xia was ill and hospitalized. When I saw her at the hospital, I was heartbroken, and I cried in front of my wife. During my first Spring Festival after starting a new job, Xia wrote me a letter to wish me a Happy New Year. I received it on the first day of the Lunar New Year while I was on duty—it was truly a meeting of minds! Xia is the greatest woman in my heart. Throughout our relationship, she never made any demands. She didn't want fame or fortune, and she never even introduced me to her relatives or friends. Unlike some women who have ulterior motives, always seeking personal gain or favors from relatives and friends, whether political or economic , Xia's devotion to me was completely selfless. In our several sexual encounters, it was always me who initiated the contact. No matter the risk, she always complied and satisfied me without hesitation. If she knew what I wanted, she would find a way to help me achieve my goal, like the time she delivered the winter bamboo shoots. She wasn't promiscuous at all. Throughout our sexual encounter, she never took the initiative; she only offered gentle submission and genuine devotion. Some women, for some purpose, either throw themselves at you or feign reluctance while acting coyly—their thoughts are one thing , their actions are another. Caixia was definitely not that kind of woman; among all the women I know, she truly stood out from the crowd. [The End]

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