You Make Me Lose My Mind - (Part 5)

I drove to Song Min's office building, slowly smoking as I waited for her to finish get off work. Thinking about how to start a conversation, I couldn't help but sigh. Song Min was from Shenyang, ten years older than me, twice divorced, and had been working alone in Beijing. We met a few years ago at a press conference. She was the chief representative for Greater China for an American computer company, and I had just become the executive editor of our newspaper. We interacted frequently due to work, and I was deeply captivated by her calm, meticulous, gentle, and sensitive personality. Although she was over forty, she maintained a great figure, still as full and slender as a woman in her twenties.
We were incredibly compatible both at work and in bed. She's a very important woman in my life, but aside from being passionate in bed, she's always been rather distant with me. I think she doesn't want to take our relationship too far because she's divorced and afraid of being hurt again, while I've always been afraid of marriage. We've both seen too much of the harshness of life; we don't need many words to understand each other—a glance, a gesture, is enough. I think that no matter when we break up, it won't be a huge blow to her.
I picked up my phone and dialed Song Min's number: "Hello, this is Xie Mingtao, I've arrived."
"Oh, Mingtao, I'll be logging off in a bit, please wait for me a little longer."
Okay, I'll wait for you.
"Okay, see you in a bit, bye!"
Song Min walked out of the office building right on time, heading gracefully towards my car. It had been a week since we'd last seen each other, and I suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu. Her swaying figure made me feel a pang of reluctance to part. She got into my car, smiling, and asked, "You seem to have lost weight?"
I felt a little embarrassed and said, "I've been a bit tired lately."
What have you been up to this week?
"It's...nothing much."
"Hehe, chasing girls again?"
You always hit the nail on the head.
"Hehe, where are you from? Are you from our company?"
"No, we met online."
"Oh, you've changed your taste?"
"This time it's more troublesome..."
"Okay, I understand. Let's drive."
We arrived at Song Min's house. She went to the kitchen and cooked me a few dishes, and poured me a glass of red wine, just like always. I told her how I met Bian Jing. She listened calmly, silently drinking her wine. When she heard that Bian Jing was still a virgin, she was taken aback, frowned slightly, and said sarcastically, "You're so shameless!"
"I didn't know at first, but later... I found out."
"They must be having a really tough time this time, dragging me down with them."
"Yes, she insisted on forcing me to break up with you, and even wanted to supervise the process, but I managed to fool her."
"Ha, she's quite cute, why didn't you bring her along?"
"That won't do, what will I do if she comes?"
"Hehe, I really want to meet her. Isn't she incredibly innocent?"
"He's just a child, he doesn't understand anything."
"You have to take responsibility for her. This is her first time. If you let her down, she'll kill herself."
And what about you?
"I'm fine. I told you, you can leave me anytime you want. I won't bother you."
For some reason, a pang of pain shot through my heart. For the past few years, Song Min had always been so accommodating and considerate, always doing it so subtly that I'd grown accustomed to her complete devotion. Today, however, I suddenly felt she wasn't as indifferent to me as she usually seemed. I put down my wine glass and took her hand: "Min, don't be so good to me."
She got up from her chair, walked over to me, sat on my lap, and smiled gently, saying, "I'm fine, really. Just remember me sometimes, and call me when you have time." I buried my head in her chest, and she stroked my hair, lifted my head, and kissed my lips: "If you could come see me again and let me cook you a few dishes, I'd be content."
Her voice was so tender, so magnetic. I suddenly scooped her up, the pent-up urge I'd been forcibly suppressing igniting like a powder keg. Her body was so supple, it was almost boneless. I pulled so hard, it felt like I was trying to pull her into my body; her joints seemed to crack, and she involuntarily let out a soft, painful moan. My hands roamed haphazardly over her breasts, my movements almost rough. As she guided my hands to her lower body, she trembled and said, "You know... I missed you so much..."
"You think this much after just one week apart?"
"Yes...I want it so much...every inch of skin...oh...every part...I want it all..."
"I know... I'll give it to you..."
"Oh...give it to me...I can't wait..."
My kisses were passionate; she was already wet. I continued kissing her until her hands involuntarily reached for me. Her body was burning hot, pressed tightly against me, indicating her intense desire. I began to undress her; she tore at my shirt, her delicate hands caressing my back, then deftly unbuckled my belt. "I want you... I want you... give it to me... give it to me now..." I sat in the chair, ignoring her thirst, and continued to caress her entire body.
At this point, she was flowing even more, her panties were completely soaked, but I pretended not to notice and let her continue sitting on my lap, feeling the intensity of the wetness. I knew she often needed me to engage in long, long foreplay, to raise her desire to its peak, accompanied by loud cries, almost pleading with me: "Ah... my master... I want..."
"I'll give it to you later..."
"I can't take it anymore... Please give it to me, I beg you..."
"I'll give it to you right away."
"I'm better at serving you than she is... isn't that right..."
You are the best.
"You... oh... you have to come often... let me serve you... okay..."
Okay, I will.
She was incredibly proactive and adept at verbally teasing me, and she would feign a submissive demeanor to maximize my satisfaction. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and knelt at my feet like a slave, pulling down my underwear and pants...
I felt myself enveloped in a warm embrace, warm water surging within me. Each movement of her tongue brought an overwhelming, exhilarating pleasure. Her eyes were utterly seductive as she kissed me and pleaded, "Is this comfortable... my master... how about this... would this be more comfortable... is this okay..."
The faint fragrance emanating from her body sent a jolt through me, activating every cell in my body. I gently removed the last of her clothes, lifting the veil of mystery. Her face flushed again, a shy, girlish blush spreading across her face. She squinted, looking down at me, her eyes suddenly sparkling, filled with provocation, lust, and temptation—a gaze both wanton and innocent. As if hypnotized by my body, she softened, her bones seeming to melt, becoming as light as seaweed.
Her mesmerizing gaze filled me with immense pride and happiness. Her naked body was breathtakingly beautiful—slender, graceful, and vibrant, her curves flowing and dynamic. Her skin was fair yet full, smooth and rosy, sensual, radiating vitality and confidence. I felt my blood boiling, love coursing through my pores to the very core of my being. I had an urge to become one with her. My passion infected her; her body was burning hot. I knew that the wild, restless energy within her had intensified.
I laid her down on the bed. I straddled her, my arms around her slender waist, and gently and sweetly pressed my head against her full breasts, kissing her deeply and nestling against her, becoming lost in a frenzy. Her eyes were slightly closed, her breathing rapid, her face flushed, as if she had just received a full-body massage.
I felt as if my soul had left my body, circling around her, relentlessly exploring her secret place... The undulations of her skin, pressed against her, were expressed through roughness, twists, intensity, and eccentricity. At this moment, my unbridled passion drove me into madness, and the long-dormant emotions burst forth like a torrent, chasing after the source of climax with all my might.
She habitually let out exaggerated, delicate moans, her body writhing beneath me with increasing vigor. Her arms tightened their embrace around my waist, and she raised her legs high, anxiously craving my erection and ready to yield at any moment… The moment I entered her, I felt her entire body tremble. I controlled my emotions and strength perfectly, passionate but not unrestrained, powerful but not boastful, confident and at ease.
We kept changing positions, trying to relax and be as free as possible. I was like a bee collecting nectar, working diligently from one flower to another, while ensuring that we both worked closely together. Every inch of her skin, every inch of her snow-white skin, became my stage tonight.
Her ultimate, clear, primal beauty, her radiant body swirling alluringly around me, gave me endless, extraordinary energy, as agile and nimble as a cheetah… My heavy breathing and her moans of pleasure mingled with the alienated scent of her body and the warm air. We were filled with intense heat, creating wave after wave of blissful dizziness, like a couple dancing a tango, sparking flames, completely lost in our dance.
We gradually reached a state of skill, intensity, mutual understanding, and transcendence. Suddenly, I felt a flash of light before my eyes, touching every inch of her skin, awakening my soul, dormant for millennia, to embark on a journey with the light, rushing out of Earth and into the universe at breakneck speed. I felt her tremble violently, the tremor quickly spreading throughout her body, triggering a chain reaction within half a minute.
I gave her a loving glance, filled with even greater joy, indescribable gratitude, and unspeakable tenderness.
She leaned against me quietly, her gaze unfocused, her initial shyness returning. I gently stroked her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.
The people, objects, and illusions surrounding the room intertwined between reality and dreams. Whether it was illusion or reality, it inevitably stirred genuine emotions and left one entranced. I could finally dance with gods and immortals in my dream, wishing I would never wake up again. None of this made me feel vulgar; instead, it felt like a sensual dream. I touched a part of her body and felt very at ease, experiencing an indescribable sweetness and satisfaction.
After she drifted off to sleep with a contented and happy smile, I got dressed to go home, and suddenly felt a profound sense of tragedy and sacredness.

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