A True Recollection of the Office

I was 25 years old at the time, quite tall, about 1 meter, but not at all strong; in fact, I was thin. So, what attracted women to me wasn't my muscular physique. But I was delicate and gentle, and women love to hear sweet nothings and appreciate your unsolicited affection. Plus, I was somewhat handsome, and sometimes I'd give you a mischievous smile. Northern women probably love that. For those big, burly Northern men who are used to being overly concerned with saving face (Northern brothers, please don't throw bricks at me!), this unique charm might make them even more infatuated.
My clothing was also quite distinctive. It was 2000, and the company required employees to wear suits—a truly superficial face-saving project. So, everyone came in suits the next day. I happened to have brought two suits with me. When I got back to the company, I was shocked to see that many people were still stuck in the double-breasted era of 3-5 years ago, or their suits were extremely ill-fitting, as if they'd borrowed someone else's clothes.
My suit, on the other hand, was very fashionable, with a close-fitting cut and three or four buttons. Plus, I'm quite tall, so wearing a suit makes me look even more energetic. I think this is a major reason why I'm so popular. The HR manager later said I was the best-dressed man in the company.
Like all companies, our company is divided into departments; we belong to the production department, which is responsible for producing and collecting product information. There are more women in our department, making up slightly more than half, but there aren't many truly beautiful women, not as many as in the administration department. Secretary Xie and receptionist Xiao Liu are both good-looking, but I've never been able to get close to them, for reasons I'll explain later.
Also, intentional or unintentional touching is very effective. Touching and touching are definitely different concepts. Touching is very unintentional hand or body contact; it must be extremely unintentional, and of course, it must be done intentionally. Touching is intentional; for example, if you need a woman's help, you pat her shoulder, the pressure should be appropriate—not too hard or too light—just enough to make her feel comfortable. Of course, this depends on your own feeling; it's hard to explain.
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The first woman I slept with was Hua, from the same department. She's a woman I still think about to this day; her sexiness and making love with her were top-notch experiences. She was introduced to me by an online friend; I helped her submit her resume, and unexpectedly, she got the job. So, to express her gratitude, she treated me to dinner. At first, I didn't feel anything for her, probably only because of the online introduction.
Guiding Hua was a complicated process. She's a very outgoing northern woman, about my age, but from the Jiangsu-Zhejiang region, so her skin is fair and delicate. She's quite tall, around 16 (presumably referring to a height), and seems a bit plump. But that's just the initial impression; I'll talk about how great she is later.
Because of her outgoing personality, I especially liked her character and enjoyed chatting with her. "Outgoing" is a nice way of putting it; a less flattering way is that she's a bit silly. So, she's particularly afraid of people calling her silly. For example, if I tell her that someone is doing something really silly or stupid, she gets very happy. Actually, that's how people are; you don't want others to point out your flaws, but rather... She enjoys talking about others. I always have a pleasant chat with her and never think anything of it inappropriately. When she mentioned having a male friend studying for his master's degree at Tsinghua University, I lost all interest.
But one time I noticed her because she was wearing a green floral dress. Because of her fair skin and the well-fitting cut, it accentuated her figure beautifully, and I was immediately stunned. She wore delicate sandals on her small feet, and the hem of the dress went past her knees. When she crossed her legs, the dress clung tightly to her thighs, revealing her full, rounded calves. I remember sitting down after lunch... During our chat, she was in this position, and it made me erect.
Even so, I didn't dare think anything inappropriate at the time. Later, when we were still dating, she told me that she noticed my gaze was off that time and wondered why I was acting like that. But human thought is unpredictable, and from then on, I got closer to her, like inviting her to meals, walking home together after work, etc.
Our relationship grew better and better, but we always considered ourselves just friends. And she always called me a big bad guy, a playboy. But to everyone... If the woman you're not interested in also enjoys spending time chatting and doing things with you, then you have a good chance.
She looks a little chubby, but she's not at all, so she's afraid people will say she's fat, especially when eating. Every time she brings home a meal, I stare at her food. She asks me what I'm doing, and I say, "Why don't you control yourself at all? You eat so much!" She blushes in front of everyone, her cheerful expression is incredibly cute.
One day, a casual decision was made to invite a new girl, Qing, to dinner (I'll tell you her story later). Actually, it was probably to find Hua, so I invited her. She hesitated for a moment but then agreed. Hua is very interesting; if you ask her to do anything, she'll hesitate in a formulaic way, but she'll always agree. This is something I later found very helpful.
I'm from the south, and my temperament and clothing are very different from northerners.
We went to a small restaurant, and everyone started drinking. I don't drink much, and I got drunk quickly, as did the other two. They were both feeling a bit tipsy too. Then... In a flash, I started rambling to Hua, saying I'd liked her the moment I saw her, but she had a boyfriend so I had to keep it all bottled up inside. Getting emotional, I noticed how easily a little alcohol can make someone impulsive, and I even shed a couple of drops of urine. Men might sometimes think crying is unmanly and shameful, but women are actually terrified of your tears; even a little bit is unbearable for them.
Hua pulled me aside and asked, "Were you joking about what you said at the dinner table?"
I teased her again, "No, I wasn't joking, it was true, I..." "I truly love you."
Hua blushed and said, "Nonsense, how could a playboy like you love me? You're joking. Don't ever joke like that again."
We were both a little tipsy, so I suggested we rest at my place (it was nearby). I pulled her along, and after a couple of steps, she suddenly realized and asked, "Where are we going?"
I said over there, and she, as usual, started to wriggle.
I thought, "We've come this far, I'll drag you even if you don't want to." So, I half-heartedly led her home. *** *** *** ***
Hua was the epitome of womanhood, an incredibly sexy woman. Her figure was so alluring to touch, even just looking at her could ignite fantasies. Our relationship lasted until my wife appeared. By the way, my wife was also a colleague at that company.
Back then, the methods for attracting women weren't as systematic as they are now; they were simpler, like chatting during breaks, flirting, etc. It's actually quite easy for a man to flirt—just make some masculine gestures that match your personality. For example, I liked to half-lower my head and stare at her with a mischievous smile; many women couldn't resist that.
If Hua was interested in me, then "Ping" was purely a physical relationship. She worked in finance, and we had to contact her to collect our salaries. Jun was older, but I was attracted to her, who was in her late thirties. Later, I asked her and found out she was 35. She was a very respectable woman, so you can never judge a woman's character by her appearance. She wore glasses, had short hair, and was thin. Originally, she wasn't my type, so I had absolutely no impure thoughts about her.
Once, I went to her office to collect my salary. Strangely, I always went alone. When I went in, I saw her working there, and she told me to sit down and wait. I watched her from behind, and strangely enough, seeing her legs crossed, her right shoe with her toes dangling, I suddenly felt a little excited, and even had a strange thought: how interesting it would be to push her onto the table and have sex with her at that moment. But the thought quickly flashed through my mind again, this kind of woman... well, that's not how it works. However, I really have a problem. One time, I was working the night shift, and she had to work overtime, so we went to the cafeteria on the ground floor of the office building to eat. Anyone who has worked in an office building knows that the cafeteria is on the basement level. We swiped our cards, got our food, and sat down together.
We chatted casually, about things like, "If you don't hurry up and finish the accounts, I won't get paid." There was nothing substantial going on, except that I sometimes learned she was divorced and raising a child alone. Because of that wicked thought I had last time, my heart skipped a beat—could she be a resentful woman? Actually, she was. She always worked overtime because she was too lonely when she got home, which is what she told me after we started dating. I found my intuition quite accurate.
I'm single, and after work I either go online at the office or back home; basically, when I get home I just stare at a beat-up old TV. So, during the work schedule, I was often scheduled to leave early (the kind where you leave right at the end of the workday). Even when it was time to leave, I would stay at the company. Over time, I became quite familiar with Ping and wanted to call her "older sister," but she absolutely refused, saying it made her look old. I teased her, saying that mature women have a good flavor. She immediately frowned, making me feel very awkward. Once, she even told me privately, "Don't make these jokes, it's not good if others hear it." I felt there was a chance; if she wasn't interested, the past was the past, why would she still bring it up with me?
Once, I was standing by the window, admiring the night view of Chang'an Avenue (looking down from the 36th floor). Ping walked by, and I said to her, "Look how beautiful it is." She paused for a moment, then walked away without saying anything. At this time, I hadn't yet relaxed my efforts to get close to her, so I was particularly eager, originally... A friend of mine had just broken her chain, so she was in a hurry. She couldn't just masturbate every day, could she? So one day she decided to test it out.
She left early that day, and I didn't think much of it. Later, she called me and asked if I was at the office. I said yes. She said she left her keys at the office. I asked where she'd been, and she said shopping. A woman shopping alone—what kind of mood does that evoke?
Half an hour later, she came back, around 9 pm. I was standing in front of the large glass window next to her office, looking at the night view, intentionally. She came over and was startled because the office lights were already off. Actually, it's my habit; I turn off the lights as soon as everyone leaves. Sometimes I masturbate at the office while reading novels, and it's inconvenient without lights.
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What I'm saying isn't just empty boasting. You might think, "Wow, how can it be so easy?" Actually, it is that easy. Men need it, and women need it too. The key is to control the degree. If you go after someone who doesn't even like you, aren't you just asking for trouble?
My most impressive experience was with the BD department, specifically the "Trade Development Department." She was about my age, and my first impression of her when she joined the company was that she was very cold and serious. After a month, we were still just nodding acquaintances. At that time, I was almost leaving SX. He's hooked up with women, and his understanding of them has improved, so he's starting to look for something more challenging. That's just how young people are; they crave excitement.
Anyway, she's afraid people will call her silly or fat, but Hua is incredibly easygoing and kind. And because she's a little silly, she won't get angry if you tease her, which is part of her charm. She'll even seriously ask me, "Do you think I'm a little silly?" When I say no, she gets really happy, and then I'll tease her, saying, "Actually, I was just kidding," and she'll get annoyed again. This kind of fun is something I enjoy now... Looking back, I'm still very happy.
Once, I discovered a secret: she smoked. I often went to the stairwell of the office building, the only place where you could smoke. Anyone who's worked in a big company knows this.
She came to my spot. I saw that most people had left, so I pulled her to my side (we were already in the same building). One
time, I was smoking there when she suddenly came in. I looked at her in surprise; she was still so cool, nodded at me, took out a pack of cigarettes, and started smoking. If a woman isn't elegant, even her smoking posture is graceful. I just stood there... I watched her intently, and she seemed to notice, managing a strained smile.
I seized the opportunity and said, "Your smoking posture is so beautiful." Then came the forced smile, the kind I mentioned earlier that's incredibly charming to women, and I left before she could react. Later, when she returned to her office, we didn't exchange any glances or expressions; that was it.
After that first time, I ran into her frequently. In the stairwell, sometimes there were two or three other guys around, and she would only say a few words when she came in; when it was just the two of us, we didn't say a word at all. Later, I would wait until she left, and then... I lit half a cigarette before following her out. Finally, after that, she started smiling at me, and I smiled back. Later, I noticed more and more coincidences of us going out for cigarettes together, and I couldn't tell if it was intentional or just a coincidence. I felt her coldness was starting to ease.
I kept thinking about how to make my move, but my departure from the company was approaching, and I didn't have time to think too much about it. One day, I went to the stairwell, and after taking two puffs, she came in. We greeted each other as usual, and she smoked hers while I smoked mine. Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind, and I decided to take action. I approached her and asked to borrow a light. She said, "Don't you have a light? How did you light this cigarette?" I said, "I can't
light another one after this one." She handed me the cigarette and took it from my mouth. After I lit it, I gave it back to her, just like in a scene from a TV show. Even now, thinking back on it, I feel a pang of sadness. It's like a scene from a TV show, a scene from a movie. It's like a scene from a movie, ... She must have felt that this was utterly impossible. But at the time, it was truly like that; she was stunned, and I felt quite pleased with myself.
After doing this, I threw the cigarette in the trash can and turned to leave. She later said that I looked like a thug, and she was too scared to move. Back in the office, she didn't return for quite some time. This time, I intentionally stared at her, and I noticed that she met my eyes briefly, then quickly lowered her head, her gaze wandering elsewhere. My heart relaxed; it worked, this woman had fallen for it.
After dinner, I first told Qing to go home herself, because her house was closer, and I had to take Hua home. I walked away like an idiot.
Then I texted her, asking her to go to a bar that night. She replied that she had plans. I texted her again, saying I'd be waiting for her at 9 pm at [location], and not to refuse. We both looked up almost simultaneously, our eyes meeting briefly through the partition. She replied: Okay. This was
the first time I'd ever attempted such a bold move; I couldn't even believe it would actually work. But I thought that even if it didn't, at least I could hug her. You want to be cool? Let me put an end to your arrogance. Maybe it was because my ego was extremely inflated at that moment that I did it.
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Thinking about the figure beside me, and feeling a bit hot inside, I boldly touched her. We were upside down.
I don't succeed with every woman, otherwise I'd be an immortal. Xiao Liu, the receptionist, is a seemingly innocent Beijing girl, but she's undeniably beautiful. She usually acts innocent, and I let her be, so I wanted to try and woo her. I'd chat with her whenever I had free time, and buy her snacks and such. But later I discovered she was a gold digger, and my little thing... oh my god, I blush with shame just thinking about it now.
(To be continued)
(Middle Part) Sexual 　　Interest
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Hua wasn't a beautiful woman; in fact, she was somewhat unattractive at first glance. But she was exceptionally attractive, growing more so the more you looked at her. Her sexiness was innate. She appeared somewhat plump, but once you touched her figure, you realized her curves were perfectly proportioned, exuding a unique feminine charm.
Our first time together was after drinking. We arrived at my place, somewhat dazed. She seemed surprised by my humble abode, her eyes showing a hint of pity. But I, not wanting to waste time with small talk, had already unconsciously begun touching her.
Hua's resistance was weak and feeble; she smiled as she resisted, and I remember her most frequent question was, "What are you doing?"
Once I held her close and sealed her lips with mine, she went limp.
I remember when she realized things were unavoidable, she said to me, "Turn off the lights." In the dark, gloomy light, I trembled slightly as I undressed her, and she, under the influence of alcohol, was somewhat delirious, though I couldn't tell if her actions were intentional. After struggling to remove her skirt, I discovered she was truly a beauty; her breasts were neither too big nor too small, around a B cup, but exceptionally well-shaped, firm and full. Although she appeared plump, she actually had very little flesh, especially her slightly protruding belly, which surprised me.
I laid her down on the bed, pressing close to her, my trembling hand caressing her body; her skin was smooth, her flesh supple. That feeling... Even today, I can't forget it; I wish I could keep my hands on her forever. What
fascinates me most is her oral skills. I stroked her for a while, unzipped my pants, and pulled her hair down to my crotch. The movement was a bit rough, and she seemed to wince slightly, but she didn't resist, gently taking my penis into her mouth. Oh my god, the feeling was like an electric shock, numb and tingling. Note that the most comfortable feeling of oral sex is numbness and tingling, not itchiness, and I'm most afraid of tickling. The numbness and tingling spread from my penis to my whole body. I couldn't help but moan comfortably, enjoying Hua's mouth and tongue. Her mouth is more attractive to me than her vagina. After a while of relaxation, I pushed her down onto the bed and carefully entered her body. I tried several times, but couldn't get in .
In my anxiety, my penis went a little soft, so I asked her for help. She guided me with her hand, and finally, I entered. Hua's vagina is the kind that contracts easily; even a slight movement brings endless pleasure. Later, when we were having sex in a special place, she was afraid and wanted to speed up my ejaculation, so she continuously tightened her muscles, making me ejaculate within three minutes.
That night, we did it twice until her boyfriend called her, and she mumbled something about a reunion with her classmates. Yes. I gently stroked her body beside her, feeling incredibly content.
Hua was the most comfortable woman I had ever been with in my life. She was sexy, skilled in bed, and not in a professional way, but with a natural, flowing tenderness.
Once, I was very tired, and she massaged me until I fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw her sitting beside me, watching me wake up, kissing me before letting go. I was so moved I almost cried. But I didn't know how to cherish her. To be honest, I always longed for her body, and as the years passed, when I thought of her, my heart was filled with a sigh.
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Hua wasn't the first woman slept with SXT; the first was Ping, the accountant. But I don't want to recall our story because I think it's quite dirty. Aside from pure sex, there was almost no emotional connection between us. Ping was rather thin and looked like a respectable woman, but she was promiscuous to the core. I utterly despised her insatiable nature during sex, and if you weren't feeling well, she would even give you a hard time.
But sex with her was also incredibly exciting. We almost never did it in bed; it was mostly in
various settings, mostly the office.
It's quite dirty, strange... It often stimulated my nerves. Our boldest time was in the office break room. She
went to get water, and I went in to get water too. It was Sunday, and there weren't many elderly people in the company, only a few on duty. So, there was no
need to make noise, which was very satisfying. Later, we also had sex in the park and other places in the neighborhood.
We had sex quite frequently; during the three weeks of our relationship, we did it more than 20 times. After Hua
became my lover, I distanced myself from Ping. Fortunately, she wasn't the kind of woman who was very jealous.
The first time was right there; I pinned her down on the desk and excitedly fucked her. She would say some very crazy things
... *** *** ***
Ping's arrogance made me crave a special thrill even when I was relaxing.
We had (two exciting experiences, one of which was when I was working the night shift and she intentionally stayed to work overtime, originally planning to...
I replied: "I want you."
During the break), and we became intimate. Later, I asked her to give me oral sex, and she was so scared that her eyes
widened. I said it was okay, you... ********** ... Fortunately, most of the women in my company are mild-mannered, which made me feel very comfortable and brought me a lot of pleasure. Of all my sexual partners, my favorite is Hua. Shan Lingqing once said she's the epitome of womanhood; you just want to touch her when you're within two meters of her. Hua comes from a well-off family; her parents are often away from Beijing for work, and her boyfriend is a graduate student, so Hua has an exceptionally free life. My relationship with her has had its ups and downs. I remember the day we parted, she scolded me for not forgetting my roots, and we cried our hearts out.
She crawled under my desk; the light was off at night... It's okay.
She was somewhat tempted after I urged her twice, and after testing the waters, it was alright. She crawled in, knelt on
the floor , and I pretended to read the newspaper, using it to cover the crack in the table. She knelt there and gave me oral sex. On one hand
, I had to avoid being discovered, and on the other hand, I was secretly enjoying myself—that feeling was indescribably intense and exciting.
Fortunately, the whole process, from ejaculation to 10 minutes, took less than 10 minutes, and no one walked by to disturb us.
If someone had passed by, we would definitely have been discovered, and we wouldn't have been able to stay at the company any longer
. Feeling it was too dangerous, I never did anything so thrilling again. So it wasn't like
some novels where having someone around adds to the excitement; it wasn't a heart-pounding experience.
I also had a secret rendezvous spot in the office building—the empty office across the hall. Our floor
was divided into four offices: two large and two small. Our company occupied one large office, and the office across the hall was also large,
unoccupied and unfurnished, with only a board blocking the door. I went in to observe once and had impure thoughts.
One time, she and I... I worked the night shift all day. After dinner, I told her not to rush back, but to
go check out . We went into Langlingqing and found the view exceptionally open, surrounded by the twinkling lights of Beijing at night—it was beautiful.
I kissed her, and her chest heaved considerably; she probably hadn't expected me to be so bold.
And that was it. Over the next four months, we did it twice more, but it never felt the same.
After kissing for a while, I knelt down and pulled down her underwear. She was startled and asked what I was doing—her
favorite phrase—but ultimately, she couldn't resist my persistence.
After I pulled down my underwear, I immediately started sucking on her vulva. I noticed she was already wet. I
looked up at her with a wicked grin, and she understood, shyly turning away. After licking for a while, she knelt down and
started sucking my penis. We were standing parallel to the door, with a small recess in the corner. I had planned that if
anyone came in, I would quickly zip up my pants and then we would kiss. After all, kissing between lovers isn't a
big deal .
After a while, I pulled her up and pressed her against the window, inserting my large penis into her from behind. That
warm , wet feeling was a man's paradise. Outside the window were the lights of Beijing, and it felt like we
were making love in the sky. Because she was nervous, she used her vaginal tightening technique, and I
surrendered . Actually, I also wanted to ejaculate quickly, but I was afraid the security guards would suddenly come in.
This was our first time in the office. Later, every Monday when it was our turn to work the night shift, I
would give her a wink , and she would obediently come with me to that little paradise. We got along better and better there, and later I usually brought
her to orgasm.
My feelings about what I did in the office were completely different from Ping's; she was sometimes more proactive than me, while Hua was
always passive, with a kind of pleasure in leading a respectable woman astray.
Lacking in romance.
Until one time, I jokingly suggested she break up with her boyfriend, but she seriously told me, "I'm
not that stupid. He gives me a sense of security. I always thought people who study math and science could be relied on, but you, you're too unreliable ."
After starting work, I rarely spoke to her, afraid the young woman might misunderstand. She remained the same as always, nothing
more. When I understood why, I stopped showing her any affection, only maintaining a sexual relationship
.
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The woman I most wanted to sleep with in SXT was Chen Ke, the HR manager. She was in her early thirties, a typical white-collar worker .
In a moment of impulse, I grabbed her from behind, my hands playing with her breasts and lower body. She turned around and looked at me.
She was very beautiful, and along with receptionist Xiao Liu, they were considered the two beauties of our company.
But I didn't have the confidence to touch her. First, I didn't have the financial means (I heard she was a secretary to some manager),
and second, I had a sense of awe towards her. Because of these two points, my confidence vanished in front of Chen Ke. So,
I didn't get either of the two beauties in SXT.
Once, and the only time, the woman who made me feel uneasy was Feng Wanqing, a newcomer in the BD department. She was also
pretty, but because she was too young, she wasn't my type at all, but I made a mistake. She came to the company
in June. At that time, I was having a passionate affair with another woman and hadn't paid any attention to this little sister.
Hua liked to have sex with me, but she never said she loved me. You can imagine how her graduate student boyfriend felt
. I said, "You're really something." She smiled and said, "It's a good thing you're still here." I said, "I was waiting for you," and then I pulled her over. A lonely woman, a repressed woman, in this situation, she had almost no resistance. Later, she told me that I was a devil to women, really wicked. I stroked her delicate nipples and smiled smugly.
Usually at the company, she would talk to me for no reason, asking this and that, which annoyed me a bit, but I just treated her like a little girl with a
lively voice.
Once, we went to a bar, and before 9 o'clock, Hua's boyfriend called her, forcing her to go home early
. I was bored and called those women. My wife couldn't, Xu Li was away on a business trip, and the remaining ones were online friends
or friends. Perhaps things weren't pretty enough, or home wasn't convenient. Finally, I accidentally saw Feng's phone number and dialed it
without thinking . The girl
must have been overjoyed; she came right away. We had a great time together. It was clear the girl was quite innocent; college students
don't often have the opportunity to go out, so she seemed especially happy. That night, she lost at everything,
and while she was a bit of a drinker, I was surprised by her high alcohol tolerance. I couldn't hold my liquor (I was swaying after just one bottle), but she was still fine.
Around 1 a.m., we went out. I offered to take her home, but seeing the hesitation on her face, I pulled her back,
saying, "Come on, don't stand here."
She mumbled, "The elevator in her rented apartment stops running at midnight."
I said casually, "Why didn't you say so earlier? You could have left sooner."
Actually, she was just making excuses. I knew the truth, but I had to pretend to be a gentleman. I said, "Contact
Hua; if it's convenient for her, we can stay at her place for the night." "
I called Hua, and she was obviously already sleeping with her boyfriend. Helpless, I could only say, 'Then come to my place, it's very
simple and a bit dirty.'
My small bed is fine for one person, but it's a bit cramped with another one, so I let her go to Langlingqing and slept
outside myself. Because I had been drinking, I fell asleep quickly. I went to Maobahu in the middle of the night, and when I came back, I was still half asleep, but my vision was blurry
. One day, I asked her out for dinner, and she readily agreed. I thought the job was done, but I was stupid, wasn't I? Sometimes the more decisive you are, the less likely you are to succeed. I waited for her at the restaurant for 15 minutes, and guess what? She came in with a handsome young man. I won't go into what happened next. I was as happy as if I had a mouse in
my mouth. I touched her calves first, then her thighs, and she didn't resist at all.
I got up and looked back, and she was staring at me with wide eyes. She wasn't asleep at all. My head was buzzing with blood,
and I felt a lot of pain. I hugged her and started kissing her.
She resisted softly:" "What are you doing? What are you doing?"
I didn't answer, but instead covered her mouth with my hand. That's how I did it to her. I had been drinking that day, and
I really can't remember the details, but I do remember that her whole body was stiff, and she was terrified.
The next morning, very early, when I opened my eyes, I found her already dressed, sitting in the bathroom, curled up in
a ball .
It was just like those scenes in TV dramas, as if I had raped her, trembling there. I
thought , "Oh no, what if she's with me?
" I didn't know what to say, so I said, "Don't you want to sleep a little longer?"
She shook her head, saying the elevator should be running. I really didn't know what to say, so I got up, dressed,
and took her downstairs without saying a word until she left. To be honest, at that moment, I was afraid she would cling to me,
so I felt a little uneasy.
Back in the room, I carefully checked the sheets and towels; there was nothing there. I was relieved; at least
I hadn't lost a virgin, otherwise, it would have been a huge problem.
She would chat with me about this, and I knew she definitely liked me. After much thought, the only way was to explain
things to her.
So, I found a time to meet her, and we talked a lot—I told her I wasn't a good man, that I had
many women outside, and finally that we weren't suitable. I said that day it was just a moment of impulse, and I was really a bad person. She
quickly took off her underwear and pulled up her skirt. It didn't last long, but seeing her happy yet
saying it was okay, I guess she was definitely crying inside. And me?
What kind of person did I do to a young girl just beginning to experience love? Maybe it was only then that I realized I was a pervert, but a
kind .
I've had five women on SXT, in chronological order: Ping, Hua, Xu Li, Feng Wan,
Armored Whirlwind
Qing, and my wife. Each of these five women had their own unique charm.
To be honest, the most boring one is my wife. She seems particularly dry to me, lacking any
sex appeal , but she's quite beautiful and perfectly suited to be a wife, so I ultimately chose her as my wife and will stay with her for life. Ping
brings me mostly bad memories. Hua is a beauty, and I loved making love with her. Xu Li is a model of purity.
But what I regret most is that I had the first opportunity to let her stay with me, but I don't know why I let her go, and I never had that opportunity again. She always refused, and the reason was never clear. She said she was afraid her boyfriend would suddenly come home, but I always thought it was an excuse.
Leading women, being beautiful, tamed her strong sense of self-satisfaction; as for Xiao Feng, she makes me feel guilty
, and every time I think of her, I feel inexplicably miserable.

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