The Underwear Thief's Confession

In the university dormitory, in an old building, lived a mixed bunch of people: students from their own college, self-taught students, and people like me who were just drifting through Beijing. I had a very exciting experience there .
I once got my hands on 11 pairs of beautiful underwear, and of course, bras (I wasn't really interested in
bras , so I threw them away after masturbating).

Girls always like to hang their underwear to dry in the bathroom, which gave me an opportunity. So, when everyone was asleep at night, I would imitate what I saw on TV, putting a stocking around
my neck , then going from the first floor to the fifth floor and stealing it.

The first time I succeeded, I got two. One was creamy blue with lots of tiny holes, like seersucker, and the lining had a faint blue
tinge, probably from a sanitary napkin. The other was a light creamy green with lace trim. I don't know why girls' underwear often has a little flower made of ribbon on top; is it
just for decoration? The first time is always exciting. To be honest, I haven't done it in a long time, and I'm quite scared. Even though my buddy is from the same hometown as "
Cuihua " I still get nervous sometimes.

The second time I succeeded, I also got two pieces: one black lace and one beige elastic one, which I think was tight-fitting.

The most I ever got was three on the fifth floor at once. One of them was a pink lace one, which was quite special because it not only had small flowers made of ribbons, but also three
beads , like flower stamens. The other two were more plain and quite old. One of them should have been white, but
it looked pale yellow, probably because it had been stained by other clothes. The other one was white with small floral prints.

Another time, I also managed to get two pairs. One of them was a sporty style, without any small flowers, but with very good elasticity. The other pair was light blue with
two . The small flowers on the ribbon of this pair of underwear were coiled like buttons.

Another time, I stole two pairs of really cute underwear. One was light green with a Libra logo printed in the middle, so it must have belonged to a Libra
girl . This pair had menstrual blood stains, about the size of my thumbnail. The other pair was even cuter—light orange with a fairy holding a magic wand printed on it.
Its design was also unique, with two straps at the crotch. Girls who like to wear underwear like that must be incredibly adorable.

I once read an article about how to tell a girl's personality from her underwear. I didn't really believe it then, but now that I have so many beautiful pairs of underwear in my hands, I'm starting to believe it.
These people's research is quite interesting.

The real reason I'm writing this is to return these beautiful lingerie pieces, which I risked greatly to "collect," to their rightful owners. I think
those girls probably guessed that their lingerie was stolen. I'm a good girl, why would I be a thief? I just wanted to borrow the girls'
lingerie to admire and study it. Now I want to return them to you, really. I guarantee they're clean; I've never ejaculated on them,
so you can wear them with peace of mind. They're as clean as when they disappeared.

If you, sister, or any of your girlfriends who have lost underwear there see this post, and if you want your (or your girlfriend
's) underwear back, please email: tom. I will definitely return it to its rightful owner. To ensure no one claims it fraudulently, please include a
photo with your email so I can verify its authenticity (I'm quite familiar with the girls in that dormitory building). If you, like me, are still in
Beijing, please tell me your current address, and I will personally deliver it to you and thank you in person. Of course, if the underwear you lost doesn't match my description, please
don't bother me, because I know I'm not the only one "doing business" in that building. I once witnessed a guy steal it before me, leaving
me empty-handed that night. Of course, I wouldn't do something as foolish as crying wolf. So, you'll have to contact him. I'm sorry, I can't help you with that.

Actually, I have 12 pairs, but I don't plan to return this last one to its owner, who now recognizes me because we
had "intimate contact." She agreed to let me keep this little pair of panties as a "souvenir." Since the words are already on my lips, I'll just say them
. Otherwise, it would seem like I'm not being sincere in making friends, right?

It was late September, around 3 a.m. I was disguising myself in the washroom, preparing to go upstairs to find my "prey." I was extremely tense;
my heart was pounding. It was incredibly exciting. Just then, I heard the sound of slippers in the distance. I was so startled that I quickly hid behind the door, holding my breath and
afraid to make a sound. Judging from the footsteps, it was a girl. She went into the toilet next to the washroom. But this floor was the boys' dormitory; how could there be a girl there?
Suddenly, : the girl must have stayed at her boyfriend's place instead of going upstairs. To be honest, some of the girls here were really indecent.

I hid behind the door, intending to make my move after she left. At that moment, I couldn't help but imagine a girl's body; what bliss it
would and even better, to go further. But although I wasn't ugly, I was thin and small, less than 1.65 meters tall. Girls wouldn't even glance at me. I
'd never mustered the courage to pursue a girl. A boy's instinctive desires were always suppressed within me. So borrowing things from the older girls was a reluctant "
choice." Just then, the girl came out of the restroom. She went to the washroom, probably to wash her hands. The instant she entered, in the dim moonlight
(the washroom light was long broken), I saw it was her. The girl who often walked with her boyfriend on campus. Thin, about 1.63 meters tall, she
wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a certain charm. She went to the sink but didn't wash her hands; instead, she lifted her pajamas and put her feet in the water. She must have accidentally splashed urine
on her feet. Thinking of that wet little hole, my little brother suddenly swelled up. My mouth was dry, and I couldn't help but swallow hard.
Our pool was quite high, so she had to lift her nightgown. I immediately saw her white panties and her round little buttocks. I
couldn't hold back any longer. I don't know where I got the courage. I rushed behind her. She must have realized
someone even utter a sound, I covered her mouth with my hand. "Don't scream, or I'll kill you." I think
my voice trembled as I said those words. With one hand covering her mouth, I lifted her nightgown and started taking off her panties. She must have been stunned by the sudden situation.
After a moment, she began to react, struggling desperately. Girls are much stronger than usual at this time, and although I'm small, I have a lot of strength.
Besides, she was a girl after all. I pulled off the hood, dragged her to the wall, and pinned her against it. I twisted her hands behind her back and used my legs to spread and pin her
legs the wall, preventing her from kicking me and keeping her firmly pinned to the wall
. After nibbling at her neck and chest for a while, I pulled down her panties and released her hands so I could use one hand to attack her vagina. She started pushing me away desperately with both hands, but when she realized it was
futile , she began digging her sharp nails deep into my flesh, leaving deep scratches on my arm and back. I endured the excruciating pain
and attacked her vagina with an even faster pace, trying to kiss her mouth, but she shook her head from side to side, refusing to let me kiss her. So I gave up. She had just urinated,
so her vagina was wet, and I easily inserted a finger. When she realized I had broken through her last line of defense with "something," she suddenly
stopped resisting. She probably thought I had already inserted my penis. When I tried to kiss her again, she resisted fiercely, but this time
she gently hugged me and pressed her body against mine. This was a clear message: I could have your body, but you couldn't kiss me. I
understood perfectly, so I focused solely on my movements below. When her attention shifted to below, I clearly felt my fingers being tightly clamped. So
tight, was she still a virgin? I couldn't believe it. I struggled to pull my poor index finger out, bringing out a lot of fluid—
I didn't know if it was urine or vaginal fluid. She let out a soft moan and leaned back. I took the opportunity to spread her legs again, this time really trying to
insert my penis. But trouble struck again. Despite the lot of fluid, only about a third of my glans could penetrate. She softly cried out,
"It hurts!" and desperately tried to close her legs. I tried several times without success. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I tickled her under the armpit, and she giggled. Taking advantage
of the moment, I thrust my penis inside her. "Ah!" This time, she really cried out. I was afraid of disturbing someone, and she was probably afraid of being found out too, so she quickly
buried her head in my chest.

I gently thrust in and out of her, afraid of hurting her again, but I knew she was still in pain. She was clever; this time she bit my shoulder,
so pain was my pain. Her legs wrapped around my waist like snakes; her vagina was so tight, gripping my penis tightly. With each thrust, it
contracted, creating a sucking sensation, an indescribable pleasure stimulating every nerve. At that moment, I realized how
strong I was in this area. I was able to resist the urge to ejaculate again and again. She didn't immediately climax. It was truly a "match made in heaven." I couldn't
delay any longer; I saw the sky outside the window beginning to lighten, and it would be terrible if someone saw us. I increased the frequency of my thrusts. Although she was gradually experiencing
immense pleasure, she knew it was getting late and wanted me to finish quickly. She began to caress me and kiss me (but not on the lips). I was also actively searching for
the feeling of ejaculation. Finally, at the moment I gently bit her throat, I released my hot semen into her body. The feeling at that moment was as wonderful as a lion on
the African savanna finally capturing its prey after a long chase.

I put her down and began to wipe the mixture of vaginal fluid and semen between her legs with her white panties.

Blood, yes, it was blood. She was still a virgin. My hands trembled even more violently; I didn't know if it was excitement or fear.

I looked up at her, and she didn't say a word, just stared intently into my eyes. I lowered my head and carefully wiped away the remaining bit. Then,
with a sacred feeling, I kissed deeply the "Hail" hidden behind the lovely black curly fur.

I slowly got up. "Can I keep it as a souvenir?" I couldn't believe I dared to ask such a question while looking into her eyes. Perhaps
it was because of my sincerity, or something else. She didn't speak, nor did she cry. She just stared into my eyes for a full minute. Then she
walked away without looking back. I stood there stunned for a long time before finally putting that precious pair of panties in my pocket and returning to my bed. It all felt like a dream… I couldn't even believe
it was real, but it had definitely happened. The little panties stained with virgin blood were in my hand. I didn't get out of bed all morning, recalling
every detail from a few hours ago. There was also a hint of fear. Would she call the police? Would she tell anyone? How was she now? I wondered if she was still in pain…
I had raped her!!!

Everything felt so unreal and uncertain, until I ran into her again on campus a few days later...

It was noon, and this time she was alone, carrying two lunchboxes, walking towards her dormitory. She must have been bringing lunch for her boyfriend. I walked
towards , and although she saw me, she didn't avoid me, just lowered her head and continued walking. In the instant we passed each other, I quietly said to her, "I'll
wait for you downstairs." She looked up briefly, hesitated, and then walked away. And so, neither of us noticed this exchange of words.

I stood downstairs, not even sure if I was waiting for her. Because I didn't think she would come at all. I was just standing there.

About twenty minutes later, she appeared at the entrance of the apartment building. Her hair was tied up, and she had changed from jeans to a skirt.

I turned and walked towards the school's hotel. I think she was following behind me; although she was far away, I could feel it.

I booked a room. She followed me in. I intended to apologize to her somewhere no one could see. But unexpectedly, after I locked
the door tossed a coin-operated condom onto the bed. "Hurry up this time!" she said, turning to stare at me like last time. I was genuinely startled. "
I...I..." I stammered. "What do you mean, 'I'? I have things to do this afternoon, hurry up." She walked towards me, and I backed myself against the door. She
stared into my eyes, her nose less than two centimeters from mine. I could smell her breath. The air seemed to freeze for thirty seconds. Suddenly, she kissed
me, kissing my lips. Instinctively, I scooped her up, threw her onto the bed, and pounced on her...

This time, I was completely at ease, especially in such a safe environment. The panic I felt last time was gone, and so was
the excitement. I felt this was true sex, something beautiful. I put my arm around her shoulder, embracing her as we leaned against the bed, kissing her passionately. I sucked on her
tongue , swallowed her saliva, and reached my right hand inside her t-shirt, but couldn't find the hook on her bra. She sensed my embarrassment. "Silly boy, this one's in the front,"
she said softly, with a slight smile. She sat up, took off her t-shirt with exquisite grace, and then, like a teacher
demonstrating to a not-so-bright student, slowly unhooked her bra. In an instant, those two playful little rabbits sprang out. It was the first time I'd ever
truly —a real, breathing, flesh-and-blood girl, completely naked from the waist up, sitting right in front of me. And I
knew what we would be doing soon… Her breasts weren't large, let alone full. But they were brimming with youthful vitality; their lips were slightly
upturned, and the two little cherries were so alluring. She held me in her arms like she was nursing a baby, and I was completely immersed in pleasure. My hands began
to gently massage her lower back, because I knew this would increase blood flow to her pelvic area, and I occasionally gave her bottom a little attention. She began to moan softly.
I pulled her down onto the bed, and only then did I understand why she had changed her dress. So that's why…

While I was working hard, she wasn't idle either, starting to undress me. Finally, we met in the most primal way. She leaned back against the blankets, and I went to meet
her . Deep kisses, neck, shoulders, breasts, lower abdomen, finally I parted her legs and buried my head in her private parts, in that
patch of pubic hair… Her hands stroked my head, letting out even more pleasurable moans. She, who rarely communicated with me verbally, finally spoke at this moment: "
Would you like to come in?" I looked up at her. She was looking at me too, but with a completely different look in her eyes, tender and affectionate, completely different from the cold
feeling . You know, sometimes it's hard for guys to resist the temptation of girls, she's so gentle. Actually, my little brother hadn't gone limp since I entered her. She
carefully guided me into her body with both hands, still not smoothly, although it was slippery, it was still so tight. When I gritted my teeth and thrust my hips in with
force , this time she cried out completely. I silenced her with my tongue and began to slowly explore thrusting in and out. She kept trying out techniques that she had only theoretically
understood . She also began to warm up to me.

Like an old farmer diligently cultivating fertile land, she gradually stopped just moaning and began to cry out, "...Oh!...Oh!...Oh!
...Oh!...I can't take it anymore!...Ah!...Ah!...Oh...Oh...Oh...Bad husband...Ugh! No...No...
It's so deep...Oh...Oh...Have mercy on me!" I realized then how alluring a woman could be when she was aroused. However, just as we were getting
passionate , her phone, which was on the bedside table, rang at an inopportune moment. I handed it to her, but she glanced at it without answering. This sudden interruption
didn't disrupt our rhythm. But less than five minutes later, her phone rang again. "Who is it?" I asked. "No...no...I don't care, it's...my...
boyfriend," she replied sweetly, enjoying my thrusts. A wicked thought suddenly popped into my head. I snatched her phone, pressed the answer button, and then
held it to her ear. She was forced to answer her boyfriend's call while being raped by another man. I was lying on top of her and could hear
everything clearly . Of course, even while eavesdropping on the phone, I wasn't willing to stop my "work".

"Little*, where are you?"

"Honey, I'm at Carrefour." Her voice was so sweet. You can't imagine the completely different expression on her face when she said that. I really
admire how well girls can deceive boys.

"I'll expose you," I thought to myself. I thrust my entire penis deep into the depths of her body.

"Ah..." Her body trembled, letting out a cry of extreme pain and extreme pleasure.

"Little one, little one, what's wrong?" Her boyfriend asked, sounding worried.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just got bumped by the little cart behind me." She reacted quickly. I increased the stimulation, and she was starting to feel the strain. I knew
she was about to start moaning.

"The signal is bad, let's talk when I get back, honey," she said, hanging up the phone hastily. "You jerk, you're bullying me, taking advantage of me and... ah...
you... you're going to push... ouch... I can't... I can't take it anymore... oh... oh... ah... my dear husband... so deep... ah..." I didn't give
her a chance to finish her sentence. She immediately forgot about my teasing.

over

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