I've been with my female colleague for five years.

She and her husband both worked at that company. Initially, due to my emotional state—a breakup and the need to return to my hometown—I wasn't very talkative in the office. Ironically, this quietness made me closer to her. Later, as my mood improved, we became the closest. Sometimes, when we chatted and joked in the office, she would sit on the armrest of my chair. She didn't seem to care much about distance, and I initially didn't think much of it; we just interacted normally, like best friends. Later, I would sometimes sit on her armrest to chat. In the summer, when we whispered to each other, I could smell her unique fragrance, which I really liked. Then, sometimes I would catch a glimpse of her delicate skin through her neckline, and I felt a slight flutter in my heart. It was already autumn then, and I jokingly asked her if I could pull down her neckline to get a better look. She glared at me and said, "Get a better look!" After a while, she stopped taking it seriously. I said that winter doesn't have the same beauty as summer, and she replied, "Then I'll let you see it in summer." But that was just a joke. The change started when she changed offices. Due to departmental restructuring, she moved to another office. Her roommate was always out and about, so I'd go over and chat with her when I had free time. Sometimes we'd watch TV or movies together. After a while, we ran out of things to watch, so I suggested watching a South Korean R-rated movie. She said whatever. She still sat on the armrest, very quietly. That's when I started having impure thoughts, but I didn't have the courage, so I could only think about it secretly. The following summer, during a big cleaning, I went over without washing my hands after finishing the work and watched a movie again. This time, I got a little engrossed in the movie and couldn't resist gently kissing her cheek and neck. Her breathing became a little rapid. I wanted to go further, but my hands were too dirty, and she was wearing a white shirt, so I held back. Looking back now, if I had succeeded then, it probably wouldn't have lasted this long. I know she, like me, enjoyed that atmosphere, that kind of tentative, morally ambiguous feeling. Then, for the first time, I gently kissed her lips—no wet kiss, no words, and then gently held her close. After this, I [citysolutions.com] watched free videos of intense sexual activity between men and women using the app /tagliapietre.The relationship between the two women in the Japanese anime "Big Breasts H Anime Uncensored" didn't become distant; on the contrary, it grew even closer. She told me everything, from her relationship with her boyfriend to her ex-boyfriend to her period. We had no secrets between us. However, neither of us dared to get any closer physically, because we didn't know what the consequences would be. After all, we saw each other all the time, and I was quite familiar with her boyfriend. I told her I was afraid I might lose control one day, and she thanked me for holding back. Finally, we're getting to the main point... Sigh, I haven't even talked about her yet. I won't go into too much detail, in case someone knows her. She's 1.6 meters tall, looks rather delicate, and makes you want to protect her. She's exactly my type, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten close to her out of several women. You think they slept together quickly afterward? No, they didn't. We maintained a close relationship until we both got married. Our families knew each other, and we often had meals and karaoke together. This continued until she gave birth in 2015 (please don't draw any conclusions about this year). During that time, I changed jobs (I won't go into details, I don't want to smear anyone). Because I had more free time, and her husband was quite busy, I helped her with many things. In the summer of 2015, she became somewhat depressed and could only talk to me about many things. We often video chatted on WeChat, and she often didn't care about her home décor. My desire for her grew stronger, and I started teasing her occasionally, just as a joke. One day at noon, she asked me to help her. After I finished, the baby woke up crying for milk. Oh, I forgot to mention, that day she was wearing a black tank top and cotton shorts. The air conditioning in the room wasn't very low, and because she was soothing the baby, her forehead was slightly sweaty, with a few strands of hair sticking to it. I really wanted to brush them aside. She said to me, "Wait outside for a while, I'll feed the baby." I turned away like a gentleman, saying, "I'm not peeking," then strained my ears to listen to the rustling sounds, followed by the sound of a child sucking loudly. I agonized for a long time between being a gentleman and a scoundrel, finally mustering a little courage, and turned away. "Ah!" she cried out in alarm, trying to cover herself, but the child was about to cry again. "xxx!" "Could you turn around?" Her voice trembled slightly, perhaps from shyness. "You said you wouldn't look." "I won't peek, I'll look openly," I said, slowly moving closer. Her breasts weren't large, only a B cup, but they were beautifully shaped. I couldn't see her nipples because they were in the baby's mouth, which made me a little anxious. As I leaned in slightly, her breathing quickened. I looked up at her; her forehead seemed to be covered in sweat. I reached out and smoothed her hair, then leaned over to kiss her. She flinched. "Don't do this, okay?" I didn't provoke her further, resisting the urge to touch her. I just watched the baby drink until he was full and then immediately fell asleep. She quickly pulled down her clothes to cover her beautiful breasts, gently put the baby down, and asked me, a little annoyed, "Have you no shame?" She probably didn't realize how alluring she was to me. Her soft words and gentle reproach added to her charm, and I, too, acted like a man, hugging and kissing her. "Do you remember you said you'd let me see in the summer? Now it's summer." "xxx, please let me go, please don't do this." That fragile resistance, and the way she called my name, only fueled my burning desire. I was no longer content with just holding her; I reached out and tugged at her clothes. She struggled fiercely, but with the baby asleep beside her, she dared not move too much. How could those small tank tops possibly stop my all-consuming hands? When I grasped that soft, smooth skin, she stopped struggling, breathing heavily. "What do you want?" "I want you," I said firmly. "Not during the day!" "Then when?" "Let go first." Thinking back on that conversation, I don't know how I could have believed she wasn't just stalling. I kissed her, tidied her hair and clothes, and gently embraced her. She pushed me away. "Do you want to ruin our relationship?" "I don't!" I said immediately. "But I just want you, a crazy thought, and I'm certain of it! You should know how long I've been holding back." "Go back, come over tonight." "He's not here?" "He's on duty." "Okay, I'll come over. Waiting for your message." ———————— I told my wife I was having dinner with colleagues that evening, and after get off work I went straight to her apartment complex. I parked the car on the curb and waited for it to get dark, waiting for her message, my heart pounding. I waited until eight o'clock, and couldn't help but send her a video call. She hung up. Just as I was about to call her, I received a text message: "The baby's asleep, come over." I felt a little flustered. I entered the complex, went upstairs, and knocked on the door. I felt like someone was watching me. Okay, the door opened. I opened the door and went in, took off my shoes, and saw her in her pajamas walking towards the crib. I gently closed the door, walked behind her, and hugged her. I don't know where I got the confidence from, but tonight she definitely belonged to me, so I wasn't in a hurry at all. "Why did you have to take our relationship to this point?" "Actually, I know her struggle, but I know this is her last stand. 'YY, you know me, my ex-girlfriend, my wife, my feelings. You also know that if you weren't his girlfriend back then, I would have pursued you long ago. You know how bad my temper is, but I can always laugh no matter what you say. You know how lazy I am, but I'm always willing to help you with anything you need. You know how much I like you.' 'You'll regret it,' she turned around and looked at me. 'Even if I regret it, I still want you.' I picked her up and carried her to the guest room. —————— Although I've gained weight after giving birth, it was still easy to carry her. When we got to the guest room, I wanted to turn on the light, but she didn't agree, only saying two words, 'Want me.' I practically threw her onto the bed, then pounced on her and started kissing her. Her response was also intense, like a long-deprived woman. After removing all the obstacles, I stopped and looked at her. She covered her chest with her hands." Her scent filled my nostrils, so fragrant. I gently said to her, "Let me take a good look tonight." I pulled her hands away and, by the light of the living room, admired her slightly flushed cheeks, her delicate collarbones, and the pert nipples on her heaving breasts. I could even feel her nipples hardening under my gaze. I gently lifted myself up to look down, but she pulled me closer. "Ugly, don't look," she said. I leaned over and lay on her chest, gently licking her nipples and suckling her milk. She began to moan softly, embracing my head and involuntarily lifting herself up. After taking care of both of her little ones, I continued sliding down, to her chest, her navel, her lower abdomen, kissing her stretch marks for a long time. I truly didn't find her repulsive, and she felt it too. We continued, passing through the thicket, until we reached the stream. Her genitals weren't plump, unlike any I'd ever seen before. They were almost bare, delicate and small, resembling her figure, yet she didn't look like she'd given birth naturally. A fleeting, tasteless kiss followed, and then I continued kissing her from her thigh to her toes. Her skin was incredibly smooth and moist. Returning to her groin from the other side, I licked her groin again, then spread her legs wider. Her resistance was weak; she simply covered herself with her hands to prevent me from seeing. I removed her hands with my left hand, then gently pricked her small pimples with my right index finger, before inserting my index and middle fingers into her opening to probe for the small granules inside. "Don't torment me," she cried, her small mouth opening and closing, a faint sheen of liquid seeping out. I sealed the opening with a kiss, savoring the sensation. There was no strange odor, no saltiness, absolutely no smell, but the scent I could still detect was her own, only much stronger. Was it her natural fragrance? I knew she always had a pleasant scent; she said it was from a cosmetic brand, and I'd smelled it—it was similar. But now the scent was much more intense; I felt it was her body odor, or perhaps only I could smell it. She tugged at my hair, her voice growing louder, "l~"The resources of the erotic novel "Dora Emon" murmured my surname, then her breathing became more rapid, "I want you." I curled her legs up and spread them apart, my impatient little brother pressed against the entrance, I arched my back slightly, and we joined together. "Hiss~" We both gasped at the same time, "You're so tight." I was surprised, and I couldn't help but think of the Peach Blossom Spring. Of course, it was tight inside, but the special thing was that the opening was particularly tight. My little brother swelled up even more. I'm the kind of person whose glans is sensitive. The pressure inside was just right, the entrance was tightly wrapped, and when I slowly pulled out, I felt that it wouldn't fall out but was sucked in, giving me unprecedented pleasure. Her body was very sensitive, and she quickly begged for mercy. I didn't change positions. After more than ten minutes, she pinched my arm so hard it was almost raw. Just before I was about to ejaculate, she suddenly said not to ejaculate inside, because I didn't have a condom. I did as she said. After that, we talked a lot, about whether I would drink all her milk and let her son go hungry, why she agreed to let me come over at night, how we would get along in the future, etc. I won't go into details. Writing this, I suddenly lost the desire to continue. The subsequent oral sex and swallowing of semen, the anal sex that took countless attempts to succeed, the unsuccessful breast sex, car sex, the beach, the woods, the farmland, the bathroom, the kitchen, etc.—I'll write about those when I have more ideas. From now on, I won't provide background information; I'll just describe the specific situations. I don't like using condoms, and I don't want her to take any more pills (because I've already taken them about 8 or 9 times, I can't remember), so now we basically only do it during her safe period when her husband is on duty. We've passed the initial period where we wanted to see each other every day, and now we've been together for almost five years. I still remember her crying in my arms after our first time, telling me about her family and her emotions; I remember that after we got home, her scent lingered on my fingers for many days because every few days, just as it was about to disappear, we'd meet again. I could always smell her scent in my nose, and she said the same to me. [The End]

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