Otaku Girl's Lustful Heart 01-02

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Chapter 1 Well, how to begin… Last summer, I had just graduated from school. I was bored at home alone during the summer vacation. My parents were at work during the day, and no one was home. I would listen to music on the computer and chat with classmates and friends on QQ and WeChat. But after more than ten days of this, I started to feel bored. It's true, chatting about this and that every day, how many topics could we possibly have? Besides, everyone has their own things to do. I clearly remember that it was the afternoon of July 23rd. It was scorching hot outside. I had planned to go to the water park with my high school classmate, but she had something come up. I was too lazy to go alone; it was too hot outside, so I preferred to stay home, turn on the air conditioning, sleep, and surf the internet. That noon, my mother didn't come home to cook. I had only eaten some fruit in the morning, and there wasn't much food at home. I had no choice but to go out and buy some to avoid going hungry. I changed my clothes and went out wearing a white floral lace dress, the length of which was just to my knees—a normal dress. (Oops--, my writing skills are limited, I'm not very good at describing this, I'll take a picture when I have time.) I went out wearing sandals and grabbed a parasol. I have to say, this was the hottest time of day. As soon as I stepped out of the building's entrance, wow, it felt like an oven, making me almost not want to buy anything to eat. But that's just how I am; once I'm out, I'm not going back. I just walked on, umbrella in hand, under the sun. Luckily, there was a fast food restaurant not far away, so I grabbed a quick bite and headed back. After two trips back and forth like this, I was sweating quite a bit. When I got home, I felt sticky and uncomfortable, so I took a shower. I never use cold water when I shower, so the bathroom was definitely hot. I didn't even dry myself off, just grabbed a dry towel and went to my room, where the air conditioning was on because it was cool. (Haha, since no one's home anyway, I don't need to worry about walking around naked.) After drying myself off in the room, I just threw on a long, loose pajama top (the kind that's really long and loose, made of ordinary fabric, almost reaching my knees when I stand up, like an extended t-shirt). Hehe, of course, I wasn't wearing anything underneath. I'm used to not wearing a bra or underwear after showering at home in the summer. Because it's hot in the summer, my body dries easily, but my lower body doesn't dry easily, so I usually wait a while before putting them on. After that, I turned on my computer and went online. I logged into QQ and looked around, but I wasn't interested in chatting with anyone. I checked other people's updates on social media, and occasionally leaned back in my chair and played on my phone. After about half an hour of boredom, my QQ email suddenly notified me. It was a message in a bottle from my QQ email account. I didn't use that feature back then, and I only went to retrieve messages very rarely. So, I decided to open it and take a look. He was a young man, I'd say 25, but his personality was like a child's. He was very friendly, but also quite lecherous. His biggest flaw was that he kept asking questions like a machine gun, and he always wanted me to send him all sorts of private photos. (I only found out about this later in our conversations.) I answered his questions in a roundabout way, ignoring anything related to personal privacy or identity. I don't remember exactly what we talked about, but it was just a normal chat. Maybe he saw that I was just giving him the runaround and lost interest in talking to me, so he was silent for about ten minutes. Suddenly, I remembered I wasn't wearing underwear, so I got up and put it on. Back at my computer, I had just sat down when I got another email notification—the same person again in the message in a bottle. I opened it and saw he asked what I was doing. I think I replied, "At home." Then he asked, "Are you home alone?" "Yes." After a few more pleasantries, he got to the point: "Want to watch a movie? Or we can watch one together online." I didn't know what it was, so I asked, "What movie? How do I watch it?" Later I found out it was pornographic, played on his end using a QQ video function, which I could watch directly. I don't know what I was thinking at the time; I'd almost never seen this kind of movie before, except for one in my dorm room whose boyfriend accidentally opened his laptop and made a really loud noise that the whole dorm could hear… After that, everyone suggested watching it together. (PS: I'll think about how to write this; I don't remember the specifics. I've deleted this person and the bottle from my contacts. I can't find the chat history. Time: 4:20 PM, August 11, 2015)
Okay, then we added each other on QQ. I sent him an account I almost never log into, and he logged in immediately. We chatted briefly, and then he started a video call, asking me to accept it. Only after I clicked did I realize I'd forgotten to unplug the webcam. Luckily, the angle was just right so it didn't reach my face, but everything below my neck was visible (because my posture was like that – leaning back in the chair, left foot in a slipper on the floor, right leg bent and upright on the chair, right arm resting on my right knee). My pajamas were naturally open, and since they weren't very long, they almost exposed my underwear. I was startled and quickly turned the webcam away. But he saw that, and then said I was beautiful, that my pose was so seductive, etc. I believe everyone feels a little happy to hear compliments… Then, movie scenes started playing in the video, after the trailer. I watched it while listening to his explanation, since it was a Japanese film with a plot, and he'd seen it before, so it was nice for him to provide a little commentary. The story is about a family, including two sisters. The younger sister's boyfriend comes to visit, and as the plot unfolds, it's bedtime. Normally, the boyfriend sleeps in a separate room, while the sisters sleep in bunk beds, the older sister on top and the younger sister on the bottom. But then, the younger sister invites her boyfriend to sleep in the lower bunk with her, and the real action begins, with various kisses and caresses. I've never watched porn so intently before. I didn't know that when a man inserts his fingers into a woman's vagina, there would be a gurgling sound, nor did I know that after a woman orgasms, so much fluid comes out and it's not sticky. I later thought that it might not be naturally secreted fluid, but rather urine, though I didn't ask. I'm not a virgin anymore. I gave myself to my ex-boyfriend during my sophomore year of college, and we broke up for various reasons. I haven't thought about dating anyone since. I don't consider myself bad, and I've had some suitors, but I just can't bring myself to be in a relationship. Someone once asked me if it was because of my ex, but I think that's pure nonsense. Okay, enough rambling. Actually, by now, I'm already feeling aroused. It's not very intense down there, but my breasts are a little swollen, and my nipples are slightly erect. I feel restless, and occasionally when I adjust my posture and move slightly, my clothes brush against my nipples, making them feel itchy and a little numb. I think my body is quite sensitive. I'm usually fine, but I get very sensitive whenever I have a little desire. Getting back to the main point, the film shows the man kissing the woman, from her forehead to her lips, earlobes, neck, collarbone, breasts, and nipples. The male lead's movements are very gentle. He gently cups her breasts with both hands, pushing them slightly upwards to make them more prominent, then circles her areolas with his tongue, occasionally flicking the nipples up and down with his tongue. His hands are constantly gently pinching them. Then, he uses his lips to pinch and pull her nipples upwards. After being pulled straight by his lips, the nipples spring back. I clearly saw that the woman's nipples were slightly larger, indicating arousal. I don't know if it was the cinematographer's choice of this close-up or what, but the scene was filmed very clearly, and the acting and expressions were very convincing. I watched this scene very carefully, not missing a single detail. At this point, I also became very aroused. Because I was so engrossed in watching, I often found myself immersed in the character. I felt my nipples become more erect, my breasts swell, and I started to feel sensation in my lower body. My eyes didn't leave the video screen, but my hands unconsciously started pinching my breasts through my clothes, mimicking the movements of the male lead in the movie. I pinched them the same way he did. When he sucked on my nipples, I flicked them with my fingers, sometimes pinching them between my index and middle fingers, sometimes with my thumb and forefinger, and occasionally holding them firmly with the web of my hand while simultaneously squeezing and kneading my breasts. I didn't look at the messages the man on the other end of the video was sending, nor did I care to reply. However, he seemed to guess what I was doing, sending a lewd and mischievous emoji before remaining silent. At this point, the male lead in the movie had abandoned the chest and shifted his focus to kissing and caressing downwards. I realized this, stopped touching my chest, and felt a flush rise to my face. I started to feel ashamed of myself for doing this in broad daylight. But my breasts were swollen, and I felt uncomfortable if I didn't touch them. So I squatted on the chair, legs spread apart, knees together, body slightly leaning forward, pressing my chest against my thighs, and tightly hugging my calves with both hands. Occasionally, I would swing my legs from side to side, rubbing them together. You all know this position, right? It's very simple. (On a side note, I'm still wearing the same clothes at home, no bra but underwear. But as I'm writing this, I feel my breasts starting to swell, and my nipples are slightly erect... Haha, the feeling's here!!! I'll rub them a few times and think back to that moment. So comfortable, hehe--I think I might have to comfort myself again tonight. My gaze continues to follow the movie. The male lead moves from the chest down to the abdomen, gently pinching the female lead's pubic hair with his fingers and even bringing his nose close to smell it. Do all men like this?? Then he starts to lightly kiss the female lead's thighs, from the groin all the way to her toes, and even...) He put each toe in his mouth and sucked on it a few times, which I found rather disgusting at the time. Then he lightly kissed from her toes down to her thighs, from her left thigh to her right, kissing back and forth, occasionally his nose brushing against her genitals. This was what I expected, because that area was censored. After a few moments, he parted her genitals with his hands, and the screen showed her genitals, but it was unclear because of the censorship. I thought he would insert his fingers again, but to my surprise, he quickly kissed her with his mouth, sucking on them as he did so, making sounds only sucking makes. I never knew that sex involved this... Such a scene immediately made me feel disgusted, and I mentally stopped wanting to watch it, even though my physical desire remained. But that's down there—peeing, menstruation—that area is dirty, it's too disgusting. I texted them saying I didn't want to watch anymore, it was so disgusting. But to my surprise, they said it was normal and explained everything to me. Okay, I patiently watched, frowning, but after a minute or two, I noticed that the female lead seemed to be enjoying it. Whenever the male lead forcefully sucked her genitals, the female lead would hold his head down with her hand. And occasionally, the male lead would tease her clitoris with the tip of his tongue; every time he licked it… The female lead would tremble once. Because I know my clitoris, I always get satisfaction from touching it when I use my hand. Suddenly, the feeling returned, and it was overwhelming. In an instant, I felt wet down there; maybe it was a little wet before, but I hadn't noticed. I was wondering what it would feel like to be licked down there, especially when a smooth tongue licked my wet clitoris. As I thought about it, my clitoris became increasingly itchy, and my eyes were glued to the movie. From my face to my neck to my chest to my clitoris, I felt incredibly hot, burning. My hands were originally holding... She pulled her hands up from her calves and touched her face; it was burning hot! She thought her face must be flushed, so she put her hands back down, maintaining the previous position, and continued watching. At this moment, the male lead's movements quickened, and the female lead's moans grew louder. I knew she was about to climax again. A slight envy, but not jealousy, well, the male lead wasn't handsome; I was just envious that he'd already had two climaxes before even being penetrated—how wonderful! Perhaps this was the psychology of desire, the psychology of being aroused. My right hand, which had been holding her calves, unconsciously moved downwards, touching that area through her underwear. That spot, the part I call "dot" or "bean," my index and middle fingers instinctively and unconsciously rubbed back and forth. I've mentioned this position before, you all know it, right? You can directly touch there. But the movie took a dramatic turn; the camera focused on the woman on top, who, because she was asleep, unconsciously rolled over, and the couple below heard the noise but stopped. Then it played back, and the female lead pretended to be angry and symbolically hit the male lead a few times. The male lead immediately realized what was happening and continued licking down there. But my fingers couldn't stop. I was aware of it, but I didn't want to stop because it felt so good… And watching the scene unfold, I felt the pressure between my breasts and legs increase, while my fingers no longer focused solely on the clitoris. Instead, they slid upwards from the vaginal opening, pressing firmly on the clitoris a few times, then making a few circles before moving back down to the vaginal opening. Occasionally, I would try to insert my fingers through my underwear, but I couldn't go in (I had never inserted my fingers into myself before, at most hovering around the vaginal opening). I could feel my underwear getting wet, and it was even soaked through to the outside, visibly so, but I ignored it and continued my finger movements, increasing the speed and intensity of the sensation. My clitoris was swollen and unbearable. At that moment, I really wanted to... I wondered what it would feel like to have my swollen clitoris licked. I even thought, "Will I just lick it and immediately orgasm and give birth?" Hehe! In the movie, the female lead was already on her way to orgasm, almost at the finish line. The male lead kept speeding up, and the suction became stronger (does sucking vaginal fluid taste good?). My eyes were glazed over, my heart was racing, my lower body was trembling, my vagina was contracting and expanding, my body was leaning back, my thighs were spreading, and my left hand reached inside my clothes to start quickly and forcefully kneading my breasts and nipples. My breathing became heavy and rapid, my throat was dry, and my mouth was slightly open, emitting continuous panting sounds. I knew I was almost there. That feeling...It's coming, I want that feeling, I need that feeling. I don't care about anything else, orgasm, orgasm, those two words are swirling in my mind... Ahhh, the female lead in the movie orgasms, the male lead's mouth stops moving, pressing against the vaginal opening as if trying to swallow the female lead's orgasm juice... I can't take it anymore, I grab my left breast with my left hand, and vigorously rub my clitoris with my right index, middle and ring fingers, the feeling getting stronger and stronger, my vagina feels hot and hot, and it's contracting and trembling rapidly, then my thighs start to shake, and my slightly open mouth starts to breathe rapidly, I'm suppressing the sound at the time, but an uncontrollable low moan comes from deep in my throat, a sound of physical pleasure. I knew I was climaxing, what I wanted was coming. All my senses were focused down below. My genitals and anus contracted together, and I could clearly feel the walls of my vagina closing tightly. With each spasm and tremor, I could feel the flesh inside writhing and rubbing. My whole body was convulsing. My right hand instinctively pressed hard against my genitals, my legs clamped tightly together, my left hand had already squeezed my breasts out of shape, my head was against the back of the chair, facing the ceiling, my eyes were rolling back, and my mind went blank. I took a deep breath and held it. This lasted for a few seconds, I don't remember exactly. Then I exhaled, and all my muscles suddenly relaxed, as if my soul had been pulled away. At that moment, the walls of my vagina relaxed, and the fluid gushed out like water released from a dam. With each contraction and relaxation of my vagina, it flowed out in gushes, about seven or eight times, before gradually stopping, and my breathing returned to normal. I was so tired, so tired that I didn't want to move. I adjusted my posture slightly, finding a comfortable spot to nestle back in the chair, closing my eyes to try and stop thinking, but instinctively savoring the stimulating yet pleasurable feeling from just moments before. I stayed like that for a few minutes, feeling a bit sleepy and weak. On ordinary nights, when I couldn't sleep and started thinking about it, I'd masturbate to achieve that feeling, but then I'd just wipe myself off and fall asleep. But today was different. The orgasm was so intense; honestly, it was the first time I'd ever felt this strong. Aside from when I was in college with my ex-boyfriend, or when I masturbated for the first time as a virgin, I'd never experienced anything like this. After resting a bit, I felt a little better. I sat up straight and noticed a cool sensation down there. I lifted my buttocks and moved back against the chair, raising my legs and resting them on the computer desk. Looking down, I saw that the crotch of my underwear was completely soaked, the entire area wet, especially the center, around the vaginal opening. I had to change my underwear, so I took it off and tossed it onto the desk, too lazy to take it to the bathroom—I was too tired to move. I just sat there, the video playing, letting it play without any real desire or interest. I saw many messages in the chat window from him: "What's wrong? Still watching? Feeling something? You must be wet? Are you masturbating? I really want to see you," and things like that. I was too stubborn to admit it, so I just replied that I had a physical reaction at first, but it gradually subsided. I didn't care if he believed me or not; I was just being defiant. He probably didn't even know I'd already had an orgasm. I got up, grabbed a pillow and an Ali-themed body pillow from the bed, went back to my chair, propped the pillow against one armrest, crossed my legs, and leaned back, chatting casually. The description seemed to go on for a long time, but only a few minutes had passed in reality. Then, the scene in the movie changed to a woman on top, the woman on top of the man, kissing him, and taking off his shirt and trousers. She kissed the male protagonist's nipples; the small nipples looked so cute, and they seemed like they might grow bigger, though not noticeably. Then, she kissed his penis through his underwear, her movements delicate and gentle. Her fingers traced the shape of his penis, and she could see it bouncing inside. Then, she started pulling down his underwear, bit by bit. His penis got stuck inside, and when she pulled it all the way down, she could see his testicles. His penis was being pulled straight down when suddenly, the underwear was pulled down, and his penis bounced upwards with a "thud," landing on the male protagonist's lower abdomen. The elasticity was amazing. Then, I vaguely saw that the male lead's penis was huge, longer than my ex-boyfriend's, probably three or four centimeters longer. I like guys with long penises and big glans, because I've never experienced the deepest part before; the soft flesh there hasn't been stretched open by a penis. I never reached that depth during sex with my ex-boyfriend, and I was too embarrassed to ask. Actually, seeing this, a slight ripple stirred within me, a deep-seated restlessness beginning to emanate. The female lead started giving the male lead oral sex. I watched this part intently, even though I've never had that experience. The woman first kissed the glans, then kissed down the penis, kissing the testicles as well. Then, she slowly moved her tongue upwards, taking the glans into her mouth. She even ran her tongue around the area below the glans, I think that's called the glans groove. I watched this very closely, even though I find it disgusting—my ex-boyfriend asked me to do it, and I refused—but that doesn't stop me from watching others use their mouths. My lower body started to get wet; the desire came so quickly, perhaps because I had just had an orgasm, I was instantly wet. I raised my feet and propped them on the computer desk, spreading my legs apart on either side of the keyboard, leaning my weight against the back of the chair. I gently ran my fingers along my vulva from my anus, a wave of pleasurable sensation washing over me. A strand of liquid clung to my finger, still attached, and even when I brought my hand to my eyes, it hadn't broken off. Looking at my glistening, wanton fluid, I felt a burning desire, as if a man were there to suck it away, to dry it completely. But thoughts are just thoughts; inner wantonness doesn't equate to outward wantonness. I brought my finger to my nose and smelled it; there was no scent. Inadvertently, some of my finger got onto my nose. Pulling it apart, there was another strand of glistening fluid. I looked at my finger for a moment, then stuck out my tongue and licked it. I even put my finger in my mouth to taste it. It was slightly sour, but I couldn't quite describe it. It wasn't unpleasant, but it didn't taste good either. This time, I rubbed my vulva back and forth with two fingers, then scraped the liquid from the opening and put it directly into my mouth. The taste was a bit strong, a sour flavor with an indescribable aftertaste… but it didn't make me dislike it. On the contrary, I wanted to eat it, and my already wanton body became even more wanton. (Is eating my own vagina like taking an aphrodisiac??) My vagina began to contract and open under my control, squeezing out the liquid that was already inside, and then producing new liquid continuously. My left hand kneaded my breasts, while my right hand, like a diligent worker, kept scraping away the secreted liquid. Later, it felt like eating honey, sticky and sticky in my mouth. The movie scene had already progressed to the point of the man and woman having sex. The thick penis slowly approached the battlefield, rubbing up and down at the female lead's vaginal opening, as if deliberately teasing her, but not penetrating her. Finally, the female lead couldn't take it anymore and reached out to grab his penis. As she did, her hand pointed towards her vaginal opening. At that moment, the man thrust his hips forward, and his entire penis slowly disappeared inside. Seeing this, my vagina felt like ants were crawling inside me. The thought of that powerful penis inside me must have felt incredibly pleasurable. I like depth; maybe it's because I don't know the pain of reaching the very end, but I've never experienced it, so I just crave it. I stared intently at the screen, my chin resting on my left knee, my right hand occasionally wetting my clitoris and rubbing it with my wet fingers. The swollen, full clitoris bulged from the foreskin, glistening from the wet touch. As the couple continued their passionate actions in the film, I desperately wanted to have sex and be penetrated. If only a man were beside me then, I would do anything for him. I would give him oral sex, fulfill all his demands, as long as he didn't go too far or hurt me, I would let him thrust as hard as he wanted. My vagina was incredibly itchy. My left hand touched my clitoris, while my right hand hovered around the entrance, occasionally slipping in a little due to the excess fluid. There was a strong urge to insert something, and my fingers seemed like the best option. But I struggled internally, worried about bacteria and contamination since I'd never used my fingers before. However, my reasoning was weak; when desire is strong, I can't control myself. So I inserted it. If I couldn't use a man, I'd insert it myself. As my middle finger slowly pushed in, the vagina's natural response caused it to grip it tightly. The sensation was like being sucked and pulled. My middle finger gradually pushed through the soft flesh, reaching its maximum length. But as I've mentioned before, I couldn't satisfy the urge; it wasn't long enough. But I had no choice, so I used my fingertip to probe and dig. I would never have known that the vaginal space was so large unless I did it this way. There's a lot of room to expand when you press your finger in, and so many folds, especially in the upper part of the vagina where the folds are particularly noticeable and the sensation is intense… I think I've found a way to bring physical pleasure. Each time, I thrust in suddenly, then bend my fingers and hook, scraping that sensitive area in the upper part of the vagina. My eyes were glued to the sex positions in the movie, the intense and lewd scenes, and I gradually fantasized about putting myself in their shoes, imagining myself as the female lead, moving in sync with the male lead's movements, letting him ride me, caress me, kiss me, and fuck me hard. Following the ever-changing sex positions in the movie, I tried to imitate similar positions on the chair. The man put the woman's legs on his shoulders, and I leaned back, raising my thighs high, my feet pointing towards the ceiling, my fingers following the male lead's thrusts as he inserted them into my vagina. In the woman-on-top position, I knelt on the chair, using my left hand for support…I sat at the computer desk, my right hand moving upwards to penetrate her. Basically, I tried to position my legs exactly like the female lead's, fantasizing about the man penetrating me. If it was a rear-entry position, I'd turn the chair around, face the screen, lean on the back of the chair, kneel on the chair, and run my hand from my lower abdomen through my pubic hair to my crotch, penetrating my vagina. (I'm currently struggling with this detail and don't know how to write it... Actually, every time I recall and write about these things, my heart is filled with lust. As I describe and recall, desire gradually consumes my body, and I often feel wet down there while writing. Right now... it's late, I need to go to sleep. I need to leave some time to do something before bed... hehe—you can probably guess. Okay! Goodnight. After a few positions, I'm too tired to move.)
Because masturbation is much more tiring than sex, and my whole body was already numb. I really envied the female lead in the movie; she had several orgasms. The male lead was so amazing. If a man like that were to penetrate me and give me several orgasms, I don't know how good I would feel. I longed for it, I longed for it so much right now. I thought it would be great if a man were here right now, standing behind me, holding my slender waist with both hands, and inserting his hard, big penis directly into my vagina from behind, thrusting in and out at will, with a storm of force. I didn't care how he penetrated me, as long as it satisfied my inner needs and the itching inside my vagina. The movements of his fingers kept speeding up, and the digging and probing gradually increased. Only in this way could I reach orgasm quickly. Only when I orgasmed could I stop thinking, temporarily stop thinking. At this moment, the man on the other end of the conversation sent me a picture of his penis that he had just taken. Big, that one word could describe everything. It felt even bigger than the male lead's in the movie. The veins on his penis were clearly visible, making me obsessed at that moment. He said he wanted to see me, and without saying a word, I angled the video at my current position. I couldn't see myself on screen, but I was aware that the angle of the video meant I couldn't see my face; I could only see from behind that I was leaning against the back of a chair, the hem of my pajamas piled up to my waist, my hand rapidly thrusting and probing my vagina between my thighs, my body trembling and undulating, my white, tender buttocks swaying from side to side. After that, I ignored what he said because I was almost there. Suddenly, the movie cut off, and the scene switched to his masturbating. The sudden visual shock was very exciting and arousing, and I had a thought: this must be the legendary video sex. Reluctantly, I took my left hand off my breast and typed out a message: "I'm almost done." After sending it, my left hand quickly returned to its work, the pleasure intensifying. My vagina contracted and twitched, and my middle finger could clearly feel a gush of vaginal fluid surging from within, making the inside even wetter. I pressed my middle finger against that particularly sensitive spot on my vagina and vigorously probing. My left hand kneaded and pinched my breasts back and forth, occasionally squeezing my nipples hard. It hurt, but afterwards came a pleasurable, hot stimulation, with blood rushing to that spot. This went on for about half a minute. Suddenly, my vagina convulsed, my middle finger, still inside, pressing firmly against that sensitive spot, while my left hand pinched my nipple. My body went limp, slumping back in the chair. My mind went blank, goosebumps rose all over my body, accompanied by violent trembling. I felt my uterus and vagina contracting together, as if sucking my finger in. Then, it released, and I felt a surge of intense pleasure erupt from my uterus, gushing out with a "whoosh"—it was a gush! My right hand was covered in it, dripping from my palm, down the back of my hand, onto the chair, my calves, and my feet. That explosive orgasmic pleasure spread rapidly from my vagina throughout my body, a warm current instantly coursing through me. If I could have seen my own body then, I think my skin would have been flushed. My left hand, weak and sore, gripped the back of the chair for support. My right hand slowly withdrew from that sensitive, shameful area, and I slumped back onto the chair, my body trembling from the orgasm, unwilling to move for a long time. I could still feel my vagina contracting, gushing out streams of fluid. I was so exhausted; I had reached orgasm twice in such a short time, and I had no strength left. Suddenly, I remembered the video wasn't off. I reached out to turn the camera away, but I lost my grip and knocked it over. I glanced at the camera lens; it was pointed at the computer, so I ignored it. My limp body remained slumped on the chair. I had kicked the cushion somewhere, but I didn't care. After a full five minutes, I recovered a little. I got up and turned the chair back to face me. I saw that the guy opposite me seemed to have ejaculated too, but I didn't know when he did, and I didn't care to look. He sent me a message saying I was so slutty and seductive, that he liked me so much, and that he really wanted to come and fuck me. I replied casually, "Hehe. I'm tired, I'm not watching anymore, bye, thanks for sharing the movie." Then I ignored what he said, ignored the chat window, and directly clicked to exit QQ, confirmed... I sat blankly in front of the computer, my mind racing, my heart filled with the word "regret." I covered my cheek with my left hand, but my right hand was wet with erotic fluid, so I couldn't cover my face. I could still feel the warmth on my face from the mixture of shame and pleasure. I looked down blankly at the floor, seeing the remaining fluid on the chair and on my calves. The fluid that had dripped onto the soles of my feet from my orgasm was slippery under my bare feet. After a while, I got up, took off my pajamas, grabbed a few tissues, and wiped the remaining fluid on the chair. I turned around, naked, and opened the door to the bathroom. I turned on the hot shower, and the water gushed down, hitting my scalp and splashing everywhere. I stood there with my eyes closed, feeling the warm water flowing down my body, like a comforting, all-encompassing embrace, bringing a touch of warmth to my cold heart and opening it up. My hands began to gently rub and wash my body—face, neck, collarbone, arms—before moving up to my full, firm breasts, gently massaging them… I took the showerhead down and held it in my hands, directing the water stream towards my breasts. Watching the water spray onto my breasts and nipples, I felt they seemed a little bigger than before. I straightened my chest, letting my breasts stand proudly upright, without any sagging. The pink nipples stood at the lowest point of my breasts, slightly upturned. Perhaps it was the lingering pleasure from before, perhaps it was the spray of water, or perhaps it was because I had just washed them with my hands, but I felt them begin to swell and become engorged again. She slapped her forehead with her right hand, laughing at herself. Her body was so sensitive and wanton; she felt her vagina starting to react again… She continued rubbing, feeling her breasts become fuller, then moved away from that sensitive area and washed downwards, from her lower abdomen to her pubic area, around her genitals, from her thighs to her calves and toes, rinsing away the fluids left from her previous orgasm. Turning around, she prepared to wash her soft, white buttocks as well. She hung the showerhead back up, leaned forward, and arched her buttocks backwards, moving to where the water was spraying, letting the water directly hit her white buttocks. She wrapped her arms around them from behind, gently kneading and patting them occasionally, feeling the softness returning to her palms, making a slapping sound. Sometimes she would even spread her buttocks apart, wanting the water to flow into her buttocks cleft. If a man saw me showering so lewdly, would he just pin me against the wall, stick my butt out, and thrust into me from behind, pumping violently? Would he also reach around to my chest, grab my restless breasts, and knead them hard? Thinking of this, a sudden idea popped into my head, leading me to demonstrate. I leaned forward, sticking my butt out as much as possible, my hands rubbing my breasts, my buttocks bobbing back and forth, as if a man were thrusting into me. Then I braced my hands against the wall, spread my legs, and pressed my body down, naturally sticking my buttocks out even more, arching my lower body back repeatedly. Ah, what a lewd pose! I only demonstrated a few times before not daring to continue. I picked up the small stool in the bathroom, placed it in the corner by the showerhead, sat down, and began washing my genitals. Sitting on a bench with my back against the wall, my legs spread wide, I held the showerhead in my left hand, spraying water between my breasts, while my right hand drew circles on them. The water flowed down my body, past the pubic hair, around my genitals, and separated into two streams. I had to part it, running my index and middle fingers along the crease. It was still sticky inside. I looked down at my fingers carefully moving, rubbing back and forth in the crease, feeling a slight itch. The clitoris didn't need its protective skin removed; it had already stood erect, a small, round dot peeking out. I gently touched it a few times with my middle finger, causing my lower body to twitch. Ah, my body is so sensitive; I felt like I was about to secrete fluid again. I slowly parted the protective skin with two fingers, aiming the showerhead downwards with my left hand, letting the water jet onto the clitoris. A sensation that was both painful and pleasurable spread through me. My body instinctively sent out greedy signals, wanting more and more stimulation. But desire couldn't overcome reason. I came to shower and clean myself, not to have an orgasm. The water kept gushing down there, and I used two fingers to separate my labia and rub back and forth in the crevices. Feeling that I was almost done washing, I tried to spread my labia as wide as possible to let the water rinse over me. The feeling of the water jets was undeniably quite pleasurable. Suddenly, I thought, "Why don't I wash inside too?" Thinking it, I acted immediately, repeatedly rinsing my right middle finger. My palm was facing up, my middle finger upright, the other four fingers bent. I stared at my middle finger, watching it slowly slide in until it was fully inserted. My middle finger was digging inside, my mind simply focused on removing dirt and bacteria, but the pleasure was irresistible. When my middle finger was pulled out, I could see white fluid under my nail. After the water rinsed it clean, I inserted it again, stirring it as far as it could reach. After carefully digging around the inside, making sure every fold of flesh was cleaned, a new wave of desire surged through my body, spreading rapidly and irresistibly. Desire instantly defeated reason. He casually tossed the showerhead aside and turned off the water. With his left hand, he helped separate her labia, watching his middle finger slide in and out, gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts. His fingers were sticky with…The fluid was visible to the naked eye. Her vagina instinctively tightened, unsatisfied with the pleasure brought by the tiny fingers. Occasionally, she would press hard inside, digging and probing forcefully, sometimes stretching it straight like a stick, churning it in circles, while her left hand massaged her clitoris. Heavy breathing was accompanied by deep moans, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing. Her breasts were painfully swollen, bouncing fully and erect with the rise and fall of her chest, without sagging at all. The pink nipples proudly stared ahead, as if welcoming an impending battle, issuing a defiant signal. (Unfortunately, they had no opponent--) Waves of pleasure surged in, crashing against the shoreline like a rising tide. Her lower body was already soaking wet, and the peristalsis inside her vagina continued to produce new fluid, gushing out with the fingers. He dug and dug a few times, trying to get as much fluid as possible out. His middle finger, as if coated in honey, was covered in it, with strands of fluid clinging to it. He put it directly into his mouth, enveloping it with his tongue, sucking it clean in an instant, then returned to his lower body to continue thrusting. Ever since watching a movie where a guy was sucking on it, he'd tried it himself. It felt like opium; seeing his own lewd fluid made him want to eat it, and it was like an aphrodisiac, making him even more aroused. His brain was no longer functioning; reason had vanished. It was so hot. The bathroom was already hot, and with his body burning with desire, irregular flushes appeared all over his skin—his face, ears, neck, collarbone. His normally snow-white breasts were now tinged with pink, and even his thighs were flushed with desire. He knew that these signs meant an orgasm was imminent; it was a pre-orgasmic signal. The vagina began to spasm, the opening opening like a small mouth rapidly opening and closing, greedily sucking at the slender, white middle finger. The originally clear and transparent vaginal fluid became murky, mixed with a milky white liquid. The clitoris, rubbed with the fluid, became even fuller and shinier. Suddenly, my whole body trembled violently again. I wanted to scream, but I found I couldn't. I abruptly raised my head and tilted it back, my eyes rolling back so I couldn't see anything. My mouth opened wide, and a low growl escaped from my throat. My left hand squeezed out my breast, my legs clamping my arms tightly together. My middle finger remained motionless inside the vagina, as if a strong suction was pulling it in. Then, another wave of trembling. I couldn't sit still anymore. My buttocks slipped, and my body fell sideways to the ground, arching and convulsing. From the contraction of the uterus to the gushing out of a large gush of fluid, I instantly pulled my finger out and used my palm to block it, feeling the spurts hitting my palm and flowing all over my buttocks. I lay there, hunched over, on the cold floor, not caring if the cold surface would make me uncomfortable, because I couldn't move at all; I had no strength left. My brain felt like it was in shock; my memory was completely blank. No matter how hard I tried to recall, I couldn't remember what I was thinking at the time—maybe just pure pleasure… The cold floor tiles lowered my body temperature, quickly bringing me back to my senses. I tried to prop myself up with my hands, but my right hand, covered in too much liquid, slipped and I almost fell headfirst to the floor. Luckily, I wasn't seriously injured. I sat on a small stool and turned on the hot water to rinse myself. The warm water helped me regain my strength, and the gentle, thorough cleaning of my sensitive areas completely eliminated any desires or thoughts. After cleaning myself, I dried myself with a towel and slowly walked out of the bathroom straight to my room. I opened the door and entered the cool room, cooled by the air conditioning. I casually tossed a towel onto a chair, walked to the bed, and collapsed onto it. The feeling of relaxation after a long day was truly invigorating. I didn't care that my wet hair would soak the sheets and blankets; I just lay there lazily, not wanting to move an inch. I fell asleep within a minute or two… A while later, about 20 minutes, I woke up, feeling a chill from the air conditioning. I got up, grabbed my pajamas, put them on, and dried my hair while sitting on the edge of the bed. Then I went back to bed, leaned against the headboard, and covered myself with a blanket, feeling ashamed of my actions. I'd never done this in broad daylight. Although I'd been single for so long and occasionally had physical desires, it usually happened at night, sometimes due to insomnia, sometimes because I'd seen something stimulating. Often, I'd fantasize about having sex with my ex-boyfriend or about intimate moments with my idol, then touch my sensitive areas, quickly reaching orgasm before going to sleep. I've never experienced anything like this before. Not only did I suck my own bodily fluids, but I also masturbated for a strange man to watch. In just one hour, I managed to masturbate three times and reach orgasm each time. The regret I feel is actually from showing a stranger my lewd masturbation and orgasms. But I know what I was thinking at the time—it was exciting and arousing. After the orgasms, when I sobered up, I felt disgusted with myself. I've never considered myself a lewd woman, but what happened this afternoon has changed my perspective on myself. Perhaps I have a deep-seated lewdness within me, but I usually suppress it. Another voice in my head also arose… Ugh, why think so much? What's the use? My mouth felt a little dry. I pursed my lips, swallowed, and suddenly remembered that I forgot to rinse my mouth when I showered. There seemed to be some sticky fluid left in my mouth, which I had swallowed. A strange feeling washed over me. For some reason, my thighs unconsciously rubbed together a few times, and the lewd thoughts returned. I tried hard to stop thinking about it, got up, found a clean pair of underwear in the closet, put it on, and hid the soaking wet underwear. I went back to bed, pulled the blanket over myself, and lay down on my side to sleep. I was so tired; it was hard to imagine my endurance. What did it mean to masturbate to orgasm three times in an hour? I cleared my mind of all distractions and fell asleep. When I woke up, it was exactly 5:30. My parents were getting off work. On their way home, I took the soaking wet underwear to the bathroom, washed it, and hung it to dry. I found a bra, put it on, and went to the living room to sit on the sofa, turning on the TV and waiting for them. Since that incident, I hadn't used QQ for many days, deliberately trying not to think about it. Whenever I was alone at night or during the day, the shame and physical and mental exhaustion of that day would resurface in my mind. I have to say that it had a huge impact on my mind and body; even when I had a slight urge, I had to suppress it. August 3rd, 2014, was another scorching day. The sun relentlessly radiated its unique charm across the sky. I woke up around 11 a.m., mainly because I'd stayed up too late with friends the night before (yesterday was Qixi Festival). We'd agreed to meet up that evening—four of us in total, three girls and one boy: me, "Zhen," and "Xuan" and her boyfriend. We'd known each other for at least three years, so we were quite familiar. Around 5 p.m., it wasn't too hot anymore. We grabbed a quick bite at our agreed-upon spot, watched a movie, and then went to a bar. But it was too crowded, and some thugs kept trying to pick us up, so we left after a while. Since it wasn't too late, we discussed where to go next. "Xuan" suggested going to a hotel, buying some snacks and beer, and having fun in the hotel room. I didn't want to go, but before I could say anything, "Zhen" egged me on, saying, "Let's go!" and pulled me along. When we got to the hotel, we bought some food and small bottles of beer (the kind you get at karaoke bars and karaoke lounges) at the supermarket. Then we were led straight to the room, and I instantly understood—the two of them had already agreed to stay there that night and had booked the room in advance. We joked and teased them, playing around and making a ruckus. Her boyfriend thought we hadn't bought enough beer, so he went downstairs and got two dozen cans. Then he suggested we play cards, with the loser drinking. The game was simple: draw cards and compare the numbers—it was quick. The guy lost the most, followed by Zhen, and then me. We played and joked around, finishing the cans first, leaving only three bottles. I was a little dizzy, and it was getting late, past midnight. I had to leave, but Zhen, oblivious to my surroundings, wanted to keep playing. I wanted to slap her; continuing to play was just interfering with other people's plans. She was so stupid. But she seemed a bit too eager, and only agreed after I clearly stated I was leaving, but she wanted to go to my place and have me drink with her some more. Okay, okay, you're my great-aunt, I can't do anything about her. Her home is quite far, she rents a place in the city, and I don't feel comfortable letting her go home alone while she's drunk. We took the remaining three small bottles of beer and headed home. On the way back in a taxi after leaving the hotel, maybe because of the wind after drinking, we were both dizzy, but she was even more embarrassed than me, staggering as she walked. When the car arrived at the entrance of the complex, we helped each other to my building. On the stairs, I repeatedly told this drunkard to keep quiet and not make too much noise, so my parents wouldn't wake up and see that we were both drunk, or I'd be finished, and she could never come to my house again. After opening the door, the two of them, like thieves, quietly ran to my room. I carried the three bottles of beer in the plastic bag, afraid of making a sound from shaking them. I had just reached the door when...Mom heard me, but didn't come out. She asked why I was so late, and I gave her a quick answer, mentioning that "**Zhenzhen" was also at my house and would be sleeping with me that night. Turning back to my room, holy crap, there she was, sprawled out on my bed, still fully clothed… I don't like sleeping without showering, especially not in my bed. But she was drunk and sleeping like a log, no matter how much I called her, she wouldn't wake up. I was also worried about making too much noise and waking my parents, so I just… grabbed my underwear and pajamas and went to shower. When I finished and saw her, it just felt so awkward… Oh well, if we didn't get along, I wouldn't have let her sleep at my house. Oh well, I'll get some water and help her clean up. I got a basin of hot water from the bathroom, and like a mother hen, I mumbled as I helped her undress. In no time, I had her down to just her underwear. Then I soaked a towel and started wiping her face, neck, and arms—of course, not very thoroughly. Then I turned her over, wiped her back, and turned her over again... Huh, she still won't wake up. Okay, if you don't wake up, I'll grope her chest. This girl's chest looks a bit bigger than mine, but her nipples are flat. I wonder what they'll look like when they're engorged. But she'd have to be in heat for me to know. Anyway, I can't see them, and I'm not really interested. I wiped her a little, then moved on to her lower abdomen and legs. After I finished wiping her whole body and took the basin of water to the bathroom to empty it, I was panting heavily when I came back. Taking care of a drunkard is really not easy. I thought about whether I should put one of my pajamas on her, otherwise my parents might see it when they get up in my room tomorrow morning. But then I thought, my dad never comes into my room in the morning, and my mom is a woman anyway, so it doesn't matter. Since she was sleeping in the middle of the bed, taking up most of it, I pulled her onto the bed by her arms and legs. Just as I was pulling one of her legs in, because her thighs were spread open, I noticed something funny. This girl must have been horny somewhere. There was a coin-sized welt at the crotch of her underwear, around her vaginal opening. Haha, I laughed so hard. I even deliberately rubbed that spot with my finger. She's pretty sensitive; she probably sensed something subconsciously and squirmed as if in protest. But my sexual interests are always normal, so I didn't develop any further interest in her. I just found it amusing and teased her a little. I turned off the lights and drew back the curtains to let the starlight into the room. It wasn't too dark, and I could still see things clearly. Lying on the other side of the bed, I couldn't fall asleep. I kept scrolling through my WeChat Moments, all filled with couples showing off their love, while I, a single dog, was half-naked next to another single dog. Thinking about that couple from last night, maybe they were doing what they wanted right now, or maybe they were already cuddling and whispering sweet nothings. Sigh, I glanced at "Zhen" after turning over. No wonder she got herself drunk; once she's asleep, she won't have any thoughts or feelings. I was about to cover her with the blanket when a strange thought suddenly popped into my head. I wanted to play a prank on her, to make sure my efforts to drag her home and clean her up weren't in vain. I lay on my side, my right hand quickly reaching for her left breast, gently pinching it. Hmm, nice softness. Haha, this was the first time I'd ever carefully and attentively pinched someone else's breast like this. The feeling of pinching my own breast is so different from pinching someone else's. I gently kneaded it, afraid she'd wake up. I could feel the warmth of her breast emanating from my hand, and with each kneading, I could feel the temperature rising slightly. Her breasts gradually became engorged and swollen, and then I started teasing her nipples. After a few flicks of my fingers, I could clearly see her flat nipples quickly swelling and becoming erect. After a few more teasings, I stared at them closely. They were round like little fleshy balls, unlike mine, which were a bit pointed. Due to the lighting, I couldn't see them clearly. I was as curious as a kitten, wanting to know what it felt like for a man to suckle a nipple, while my own breast was too far out of reach for my tongue. Curiosity leads to action. I slightly tied my hair up, climbed onto her from the side, and, supporting myself on my elbows, approached her breasts. With a strange feeling, I slowly slid my tongue across her nipple, experiencing a strange sensation that I couldn't quite describe. Then I gently took it into my mouth; perhaps it was the lubrication of saliva or the softness of a woman's nipple, but it felt smooth and slippery in my mouth. Once I tried it, I lost my curiosity, and besides, I'm not a man. If I were a man tonight, I would definitely be like a wolf, and wouldn't I let her sleep peacefully? I got up and reached down to rub the mark on her genitals, haha… I chuckled to myself, tucked her in with the blanket, and went back to bed. Judging by the time, it was probably almost one o'clock. I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up the next day, I saw Jane still fast asleep, but she was quite demure in her sleep, not kicking off the covers. I lifted the blanket from her chest, secretly pleased. She would never know that I had possessed her breasts and nipples. I got up to wash up. Perhaps the sound of running water in the bathroom woke her. After I finished washing, I prepared some toiletries for her and left it to her. There were some leftovers at home from lunch. We each drank a bottle of beer. After lunch, she said she had to leave because she had some work to do in the afternoon. She asked me what I was doing that afternoon, and I told her I didn't have any plans and would just stay home; it was too hot outside to go out. She then helped me clean up and wash the dishes before leaving. Staying home alone was indeed quite boring. I watched TV and surfed the internet until after 2 PM, when I was incredibly bored. Perhaps it was the sudden quiet after the noise that created such a psychological difference, or perhaps it was the thrill of yesterday's playful banter with someone else, but inexplicably, I logged onto QQ again. Shortly after logging on, that guy from last time sent me many offline messages. From the words, they were all expressions of concern and longing. I didn't know what to say; he'd already said that. I replied with a smiling emoji. To my surprise, the person was online. They said a lot of pointless things, and then asked if I wanted to watch a movie, specifically the one I hadn't finished last time, and if I wanted to watch the rest of the story. To be honest, I wanted to, but I didn't want to say it directly. I said a few words of coyness and then agreed. The video call invitation came through. This time, I wasn't as foolish as last time; I unplugged the webcam from my computer. After hesitating for a moment, I clicked "OK." The video appeared immediately, and the other person fast-forwarded to where I had seen it last time. Actually, I don't remember much. I only remember that the man and woman had started having sex and had tried several positions. That's what I remember most. I don't care about anything else. I've seen the whole thing before, so it's nothing special. I sat in the chair like a spectator, without any reaction, curled up in the chair with my legs drawn up, chatting idly with the person opposite me. I browsed Taobao to look at clothes and such. I opened the homepage and scrolled aimlessly, looking at the strange things on the screen. Suddenly, I saw a button link with the words "sex toys." I know what this means; I've occasionally browsed it before, but I've never thought about it in this way. For some inexplicable reason, I clicked to look at the products. I believe most people have clicked on this page before; the variety of products is dazzling, and some I haven't seen before even clicked to read the product descriptions. I've thought about buying one; it only costs a few hundred yuan, but I have nowhere to hide it at home. I've been lazy since I was little, and my mom often cleans and tidies my room. If she finds out, my image as a good girl in her eyes will be completely ruined, and she'll definitely cut back on my allowance and clothes purchases. Maybe if I live alone in the future, I'll definitely buy one, but for now, I'm just looking out of curiosity. The actions of the male and female protagonists in the movie became increasingly intense, shaking the double bed violently. The camera gradually shifted to the upper bunk. I thought that unless someone was sleeping very soundly, this shaking would definitely wake them up. Sure enough, the woman on the upper bunk also woke up and saw what was happening below. At first, she was a little surprised, but later she was also infected by the atmosphere of lovemaking below, and desire arose, so she started masturbating. Anyone would feel the urge in that situation; with the people below working so enthusiastically, how could anyone remain unmoved? At that moment, I felt a little urge myself, though not very strong. After watching for a while, I got thirsty, so I got up to get some water. On my way to the kitchen, I saw a bottle of beer left. It would be a waste to throw it away before my parents got home from get off work. I thought I'd just drink it like water, opened it with a bottle opener, grabbed some sunflower seeds and duck necks I'd bought last night, and went back to my room. I watched the show while drinking the beer—not bad at all. I sat down and leisurely ate and watched. But the beer wasn't enough to quench my thirst; maybe the duck necks were a bit spicy. The small bottle of beer contained less than usual, and I finished it quickly. Then I ran to the fridge and stole my dad's large 500ml can of Snow Beer. Meanwhile, the couple below had finished, and the guy somehow climbed up to the upper bunk to flirt with the other woman. Between the two women, I preferred the one on top; she was not only prettier than the one below but also had a fresh, youthful charm. Watching them kiss and caress, and the female lead's alluring yet reluctant expression, a growing desire began to creep in. His body heated up, and he lifted his head, gulping down a large mouthful of liquor. The spilled wine trickled down his chin, down his neck, and into his collar, cool and refreshing. It must be said, the male lead's oral skills were truly impressive. Both women trembled involuntarily as he kissed them. At first, they symbolically tried to resist with their hands, but the moment his lips touched them, they instantly became docile.After my previous experience, I'm not averse to this at all now. On the contrary, my curiosity has fueled a strong desire, and I'm watching the man's every move and the woman's every expression intently. For example, when the man slides his tongue up from the opening and touches her clitoris, the woman makes a pleasurable expression, moaning each time and gripping the sheets tightly with her fingers. As the man's movements quicken, the woman's expression changes instantly. Because women understand women, I know she's about to climax. Sure enough, less than a minute later, I saw the woman's body tremble violently, and she let out a high-pitched, pleasurable sound. I felt my vagina twitch for a moment; I knew I was wet. I'd also taken a big gulp of beer, and the alcohol was starting to dissipate. I put down the beer, stood up, took off my underwear, and tossed it onto the bed—I didn't want to change again. I was thinking of taking off my pajamas too, but there was no need; they were loose and would give me a false sense of security. I sat in the armchair, smoothed out my pajamas, and sat on the back hem of the pajamas—after all, the chair wasn't as clean as the pajamas. I crossed my legs and leaned forward, my left arm resting on the armrest to support part of my weight, allowing me to directly touch my breasts. My inner thighs began to rub and sway slightly. Most people know this position, right? It can compress the genital area and promote vaginal tightening to achieve orgasm. However, I've heard that doing this for a long time can stimulate pigmentation changes in the lower body, causing premature darkening. I finished watching a movie where the female lead was giving oral sex to a man. Alcohol and lust mingled, impacting my brain and body. My whole body flushed, even my snow-white thighs were blushing. Once the body undergoes such a change, reason seems to disappear… I wasn't satisfied with the feeling of touching my breasts through the pajamas, nor with the stimulation of my thighs rubbing together. I sat back in the chair, leaning against it, pulled the pajamas up to my waist, and placed my legs in an M-shape on the chair. Her right hand swiftly and deftly parted her lower body, glancing down at her genitals. It was a complete mess, a flood of fluid, even the pubic hair on either side was soaked and stuck together. The area was completely wet, the liquid glistening under the light. (I think this position is the easiest way to see one's genitals, because sitting like this, the genitals are at an upward angle; you can see them just by bending over and stretching your head.) Her index finger skillfully moved and rubbed her genitals, inserting a knuckle into the opening and then pulling it out. Using her fingertip, she mimicked the tongue of a movie character, sliding it to the clitoris and rubbing it. She then parted the skin and gently pressed and rubbed it, occasionally pricking it with her fingertip. A tingling, electric sensation washed over her, a feeling she didn't want to stop. The more she rubbed it, the itchier the inside of her vagina became. Her left hand followed, moving up to her breasts, small but firm and full. She lifted and kneaded them from the bottom, feeling a swelling, tingling, and itchy sensation immediately. Then she slowly rubbed them with her palm, like kneading dough. My palm touched the nipple, flattened it, and when I released it, it bounced back, even more vibrant red and erect. The pointed nipple stood at the lowest point of the breast, glistening with a little saliva, making it smoother and shinier. I flicked it with my fingers, gently pinching it. But it was like a hero who never gave up; no matter how I kneaded it, it would always immediately return to its original shape, even becoming more swollen. The vagina grew increasingly itchy, an excruciating itch. The opening kept opening and closing, releasing clear fluid that flowed down the pink cleft to the anus, with a little dripping onto the chair. I put my middle and index fingers together and slowly rubbed them back and forth in the pink, moist cleft. After a few strokes, both fingers were covered in the clear fluid. I brought them to my nose and smelled them; a faint sour smell mixed with an indescribable odor—perhaps this was what men called the "smelly" smell. I spread my fingers apart, revealing a glistening, transparent membrane, like the bubble water I blew as a child, only it separated very quickly. Perhaps I'm inherently a lewd person; lust surged through my body, and I, overcome with urge, wanted to taste the fluids I was producing. My hand returned to the source of that fluid, rubbing it vigorously back and forth, stimulating my sensitive clitoris to produce more liquid from my vagina. Soon, feeling it was enough, I picked up my fingers, which were dripping with fluid. When I opened my fingers, a thin, transparent membrane appeared. I quickly broke it with the tip of my tongue, carefully licking away the fluid from each finger, then putting them in my mouth to savor the taste, making smacking sounds. With my left hand, I picked up the vanity mirror on the table, looking at myself with seductive eyes, flushed face, and two fingers sucking in my small mouth, occasionally revealing the tip of my pink tongue—a truly wanton sight. At this moment, I was a completely different person from my usual dignified and obedient self, but my inner voice told me that this was another side of me, the real me, the lewd and repressed lust deep within me, and I greedily enjoyed this version of myself. The lust continued to burn, almost reaching its boiling point. I felt like 80-degree water about to boil, but how could I? My mouth reluctantly released my finger, while my lower body craved it even more urgently. After soothing my clitoris for a while, I thrust my middle finger into my vagina, where it was tightly enveloped. I vigorously probed and stirred inside, letting out a low, pleasurable moan that seemed to come from my lungs. I couldn't hold it in, nor did I want to; after all, no one was home, and I didn't need to restrict myself. My buttocks trembled with pleasure. Only then did I realize that the chair was soaked with fluid, and my buttocks were sticky. After a few thrusts and probing, I pulled out and quickly rubbed my clitoris again, until my vagina itched. Then I thrust and probing again, gradually becoming dissatisfied with the thinness of one finger, and added my index finger as well. This was the first time I had ever used two fingers to penetrate myself. Once inside, it was definitely different. Both the force and the width were much better than with a finger, and the stimulation area was much wider when probing the soft flesh inside. My eyes were glazed as I watched a sex scene in a movie, the male lead carrying the female lead's legs, thrusting in and out violently, then thrusting in again—this rhythm gave me a strong visual experience… At that moment, I really wanted a man, a strong, powerful man, to forcefully grab my hand away, and then, right in front of me, to lean down and thrust his thick, long penis into me violently, forcing open all the soft flesh inside my vagina. I would clench tightly, feeling its hardness, its hot, thick shape. When it was about to leave, I would clench even tighter, as if reluctant to let it go. When it mercilessly withdrew, the thick glans would scrape against the layers of folds inside my vagina, and I would feel the soft flesh being mercilessly taken away, before it violently rushed in again, churning and invading my body. My eyes were glued to the screen, my thoughts completely absorbed. A woman's body is almost identical in many ways; the more intense the tingling and numbness, the greater the craving for more thrusting and stirring, leading to an intense desire for orgasm. In a daze, my body stiffened, all my senses focused on the pleasure in my lower body. The soft flesh inside my vagina closed up, violently writhing, squeezing, and rubbing. My stiff body trembled uncontrollably, and my brain's sole function was to experience and remember this feeling. Heavy breathing was accompanied by ecstatic moans, the physical pleasure and the blissful feeling of my soul—it was such a wonderful sensation, I was completely immersed in it. My body curled up in an arched position, my fingers already withdrawn during orgasm. I tried to block the vaginal opening with my hands and thighs, attempting to prevent a massive surge of fluid from deep within my body. But its overwhelming force was unstoppable. I clearly felt the fluid, buffered by the layers of vaginal walls, flowing out in gushes onto my hands. The thick, abundant fluid quickly soaked my palms and seeped through my fingers. After the climax came physical and mental exhaustion. If I were to speak of sinful thoughts, this time it wasn't like last time. There was no regret; in fact, I'd already let go of it. Lost in my own world, I was the queen, free to indulge myself. It was just my own entertainment, not involving anyone else. What's wrong with making myself happy? After resting and recovering for a while, I got up to clean up the mess below. A large pool of liquid was on the chair, and it was all over my buttocks and inner thighs, even stains on the hem of my pajamas. I carefully wiped the chair clean with tissues, took off my pajamas, and went naked to the bathroom sink. I turned on the hot water, soaked my bath towel, and used the warm towel to wipe my body. It felt so comforting. I cleaned myself thoroughly. Standing straight, I looked at my naked self in the mirror, tidied my messy hair, wrinkled my nose, made a face at myself, and then reverted to my adorable self. Her snow-white skin was still flushed. She turned and struck what she thought were alluring poses, indulging in self-admiration. Her eyes, hazy with the effects of alcohol, revealed a delicate nose, thin pink lips, long, flowing black hair reaching her shoulders, fair skin with a rosy glow, exquisite collarbones, lovely, firm breasts, a slender waist, and a thick, dark bush on her smooth abdomen. Her rounded thighs met tightly together. The only flaw was her small breasts; larger would have been even better. I longed for a handsome man to appear in the mirror behind me, his arms wrapped around my arms, placed on my abdomen, gently embracing me from behind, letting me rest against his warm, firm chest, sharing the afterglow of our climax. Let me see him in the mirror…Seeing the gentle, loving expression on his face, I imagined giving him my utmost tenderness. I'd reach up to stroke his hair, turn and kiss him, and he'd surely touch my breasts, gently kneading them. Alas, these were all just fantasies, just fantasies, just fantasies… I struck a few wanton poses in front of the mirror, made a face at the camera, and went back to my room. I put on my pajamas and sat back down. The passion in the movie continued. Many messages in the chat box went unanswered, asking what I was doing, if I felt anything, if I was wet, if I was masturbating, etc. I didn't know how to reply. After thinking for a while, I finally said, "It's alright, I feel a little, but not that much." I had to be stubborn. Was I supposed to tell him I not only got wet and masturbated but also orgasmed and squirted…? I didn't care what he thought; I just stubbornly replied like that. I was getting a little tired of watching. The climax had already passed, and my desire was bound to subside temporarily. But if I turned it off, it would be like trying to hide something, so I neither watched nor turned it off, just left it running, listening to the audio and chatting idly. My thoughts were wandering aimlessly when the other person sent me a selfie of their penis. It was undeniably large and thick, the bulging veins and twisted branches displaying its powerful and upright nature. If it had been sent earlier, it might have aroused me, but now I just looked at it purely for appreciation, replying with some compliments. I opened the Taobao webpage I had just minimized, aimlessly browsing through the female sex toys, my chin resting on my knees, browsing the various devices with a mixture of appreciation and boredom. As I looked, I thought about where I should hide them safely after buying them, how I should receive the goods, what I should do if the delivery person discovered it was this kind of thing, and what I should do when it arrived at my home. Would it be detrimental to me if they found out? I decided against it; it was better to be safe than sorry. But then a sudden thought struck me. I'd seen people online talking about cucumbers, and if I had the chance, I could really try it. Thinking about it, I started reminiscing about when I had a boyfriend. Even though I never had an orgasm, it was real, and penetration felt so good, though I just couldn't last. Afterwards, he'd often say I was too tight and he couldn't handle it. Maybe I didn't give him a chance to touch me more; thinking about it now, I feel a little guilty. Back then, I was too concerned about saving face, maybe I hadn't recognized my own inherently wanton nature. If I could go back now, I wouldn't let him go even if he wanted me twice in one night. I'd make him show me what it feels like to be licked and sucked, and I'd even try sucking a penis with my mouth. (I've never used my mouth to this day.) Thinking about it made me really want to experience the feeling of a penis slowly penetrating me again, causing another wave of contractions in my vagina, igniting my desire. I opened the video and sat cross-legged in a chair, my hands circling my nipples through my clothes, which had already subsided. After a few circles, they became hard again. I liked their hard, erect state, and I liked the tingling, itchy feeling from the friction. I also kneaded my breasts from time to time, making them swollen and hot. With each deep breath, I could feel my breasts trembling. My erect nipples pressed against my clothes, and I could see them through my pajamas. The technique for kneading breasts is very important. Most women who frequently knead their breasts know how to knead and how much pressure to use to make themselves feel good. After all, you know yourself best. My legs tightened restlessly, and my buttocks swayed slightly, rubbing my genitals to stimulate my desire. When my lips got dry, I took a sip of beer. I quickly finished a can of beer, and since I don't have a high alcohol tolerance, I started to feel dizzy. Her empty body desperately craved fulfillment, yearning for the feeling of her vagina being forced open and filled, wanting to be penetrated by a man's strong penis. She turned her body around, facing away from the computer, kneeling on the chair, her buttocks slightly raised so her genitals were level with the desk, using the man opposite her as the object of her sexual fantasy. Her buttocks bounced back and forth, as if responding to his penetration. Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of the small beer bottle she had drunk from earlier on the floor. A spark ignited within her, and she immediately straightened up, staring at the bottle like a hungry wolf eyeing a helpless sheep. A burst of sexual inspiration erupted within her. She could try using this to penetrate; although not as thick as a man's penis, it was many times better than a finger. Thinking it, she acted immediately, getting up, squatting down, picking up the bottle, and carefully checking the neck for cracks. Although she desperately wanted to, she had to be careful; a cut inside would be disastrous. After repeatedly checking and confirming there were no cracks, she rubbed it back and forth a few times to make sure it wasn't prickly, then grabbed it and ran to the bathroom. Why run to the bathroom? Because there's definitely some alcohol residue inside, and it needs to be disinfected. First, I poured cold water into the bottle opening; after filling it, water started overflowing. I tore off the brand label and continued for a while until the alcohol seemed mostly gone. Then I ran to the kitchen to get the thermos, poured it into the sink, and slowly placed the bottle opening into the boiling water to disinfect it. Holding the bottom of the bottle, I kept it submerged for a few minutes. This was an agonizing wait for me; the agitation from the depths of my heart was due to the impending penetration. I squeezed my thighs tightly together, the soft flesh inside my vagina closing tightly, the rapid, excited movements creating an incredibly itchy sensation. Lubricating fluid continuously produced and overflowed from my vagina, soaking my inner thighs. When I was sure it was almost time, I went back to the bedroom, immediately took off my pajamas, and then enlarged the video feed. I moved the chair aside so it wouldn't block my view, sat on the edge of the bed with my legs spread, and, imitating what I saw in movies, gave my penis oral sex. I licked it once with my tongue and then sucked on it. My upper mouth served it, and now my lower mouth needed my service. I rubbed the neck of the neck against my vulva; the residual warmth of the neck stimulated my lower body, bringing another wave of pleasure. After it became wet, I stopped lingering at the entrance. At this moment, I felt anxious and expectant—a feeling I only experienced when having sex with a man and about to be penetrated.My head started spinning. My empty body desperately craved fulfillment, yearning for the feeling of being forced open and filled inside my vagina, wanting to be penetrated by a man's strong penis. I turned my body around so my back was to the computer, kneeling on the chair, my buttocks slightly raised so my genitals were level with the computer desk, using the man opposite me as the object of my sexual fantasy, my buttocks bobbing back and forth as if responding to his penetration. Suddenly, my eyes caught sight of the small beer bottle I had drunk from earlier on the floor, and my eyes lit up. I immediately straightened up and stared at the bottle, like a hungry wolf seeing a powerless sheep. A burst of sexual inspiration exploded within me. I could try using this to penetrate. Although it wasn't as thick as a man's penis, it was many times better than a finger. Thinking of this, I immediately acted, getting up, squatting down, and picking up the bottle, carefully checking the neck for any cracks. Although I really wanted to, I had to be careful with this kind of thing; if I cut myself, it would be all over. After repeatedly checking to confirm there were no signs of breakage, and even rubbing it a few times with my hands to make sure it wasn't prickly, I grabbed it and ran to the bathroom. Why the bathroom? Because there was definitely some alcohol residue inside, and I needed to disinfect it. First, I poured cold water into the bottle opening; after filling it with water, it started overflowing. I tore off the brand label from the bottle and continued for a while, feeling that the alcohol inside was mostly gone. Then I ran to the kitchen to get the thermos, poured it into the sink, and slowly placed the bottle opening into the boiling water to disinfect it. Holding the bottom of the bottle, I kept it submerged in the water for a few minutes. This was an agonizing wait for me; the restlessness from the depths of my heart was due to the impending penetration. I squeezed my thighs tightly together, the soft flesh inside my vagina closing tightly, the rapid, excited movements grinding against each other, an incredibly itchy sensation, and lubricating fluid continuously produced and overflowed from my vagina, wetting my inner thighs. When I was sure it was almost time, I went back to the bedroom, immediately took off my pajamas, and then enlarged the video feed. I moved the chair aside so it wouldn't block my view, sat on the edge of the bed with my legs spread, and, imitating what I saw in movies, gave my penis oral sex. I licked it once with my tongue and then sucked on it. My upper mouth served it, and now my lower mouth needed my service. I rubbed the neck of the neck against my vulva; the residual warmth of the neck stimulated my lower body, bringing another wave of pleasure. After it became wet, I stopped lingering at the entrance. At this moment, I felt anxious and expectant—a feeling I only experienced when having sex with a man and about to be penetrated.My head started spinning. My empty body desperately craved fulfillment, yearning for the feeling of being forced open and filled inside my vagina, wanting to be penetrated by a man's strong penis. I turned my body around so my back was to the computer, kneeling on the chair, my buttocks slightly raised so my genitals were level with the computer desk, using the man opposite me as the object of my sexual fantasy, my buttocks bobbing back and forth as if responding to his penetration. Suddenly, my eyes caught sight of the small beer bottle I had drunk from earlier on the floor, and my eyes lit up. I immediately straightened up and stared at the bottle, like a hungry wolf seeing a powerless sheep. A burst of sexual inspiration exploded within me. I could try using this to penetrate. Although it wasn't as thick as a man's penis, it was many times better than a finger. Thinking of this, I immediately acted, getting up, squatting down, and picking up the bottle, carefully checking the neck for any cracks. Although I really wanted to, I had to be careful with this kind of thing; if I cut myself, it would be all over. After repeatedly checking to confirm there were no signs of breakage, and even rubbing it a few times with my hands to make sure it wasn't prickly, I grabbed it and ran to the bathroom. Why the bathroom? Because there was definitely some alcohol residue inside, and I needed to disinfect it. First, I poured cold water into the bottle opening; after filling it with water, it started overflowing. I tore off the brand label from the bottle and continued for a while, feeling that the alcohol inside was mostly gone. Then I ran to the kitchen to get the thermos, poured it into the sink, and slowly placed the bottle opening into the boiling water to disinfect it. Holding the bottom of the bottle, I kept it submerged in the water for a few minutes. This was an agonizing wait for me; the restlessness from the depths of my heart was due to the impending penetration. I squeezed my thighs tightly together, the soft flesh inside my vagina closing tightly, the rapid, excited movements grinding against each other, an incredibly itchy sensation, and lubricating fluid continuously produced and overflowed from my vagina, wetting my inner thighs. When I was sure it was almost time, I went back to the bedroom, immediately took off my pajamas, and then enlarged the video feed. I moved the chair aside so it wouldn't block my view, sat on the edge of the bed with my legs spread, and, imitating what I saw in movies, gave my penis oral sex. I licked it once with my tongue and then sucked on it. My upper mouth served it, and now my lower mouth needed my service. I rubbed the neck of the neck against my vulva; the residual warmth of the neck stimulated my lower body, bringing another wave of pleasure. After it became wet, I stopped lingering at the entrance. At this moment, I felt anxious and expectant—a feeling I only experienced when having sex with a man and about to be penetrated.

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