Daiyu Spring Dream

Dai Yuchunmeng (Author: Dai)

In a software company in the city, I was engrossed in developing a module for a hotel management program.
Looking up I saw the manager steadily walking into his office, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my heart. "Why is it always like this?"

I silently criticized myself. No wonder, the general manager was a mature, gentle, and resolute man; a
successful businessman , a man whose marriage had broken down; a man like Pu Cunxin, a heartbreaker for young women. From
the moment I first saw him when I applied for the job, I was deeply moved! With my womanly sensitivity, I sensed that
several of my female colleagues harbored some kind of expectation and affection for the newly single general manager!

When we occasionally discussed our criteria for choosing a partner, we often unanimously listed the general manager
, whom we had seen and heard, as a role model. We even joked about so-and-so trying to seduce the manager, or that if so-and-so didn't make a move, so-and-so would have to step in
first. Although everyone eventually laughed it off, I knew that each of us harbored
a little secret.

"Ugh, this program is so annoying! Why is it always wrong? Oh well, let's take a break." Afternoons
tend to make one drowsy, and I habitually went online to open a porn site and browse pornographic pictures. "Wow!
This actress is amazing! Her breasts are so big? My proud breasts are no match for hers!"

Speaking of breasts, it really makes me blush! Perhaps because I often did farm work when I was young and didn't restrict my breast
development , I now feel that a pair of beautiful breasts is a heavy burden. They're really heavy and bulky, making my movements
inconvenient, especially in the hot summer, the sweat in my cleavage and around my breasts makes me really uncomfortable! "Sigh! It's so hard being a woman these days
! We know big breasts cause real difficulties, but men all like them,
so we pretty girls are actually proud of our large breasts! Sigh! We're all just born for men."

The actress on the computer screen was tightly bound, with thick plastic dildos inserted into her front and back orifices,
and metal clamps on her nipples. Her pained expression indicated that playing SM games wasn't easy. I felt
my face flush and my heart race, and a warm, wet sensation below. "My figure isn't any worse than yours," I thought to myself, comparing my looks to the actress's.

Actually, I've always been very confident in my appearance and figure! It's just that coming from a poor rural area, graduating from
a second-rate university, and now living in a big city, I always have a sense of inferiority, like a second-class citizen! Seeing all the fashionable outfits on the street,
indistinguishable between innocent girls and prostitutes, I often feel a strange
sense of loss!

Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands gently pressing on my shoulders. I turned around—it was the manager!! In that
instant, I stared blankly at the naked SM actress on the screen, my whole body trembling, utterly helpless.
The dreaded mouse cursor was pointing right at her genitals!

A second, a tenth of a second, no, perhaps a hundredth of a second—that brief moment seemed to
freeze . My breath seemed to stop; my heart was pounding wildly in my chest, almost leaping
out of my mouth! "What should I do? What should I do? I should shut it down, yes, shut it down."

I'd completely forgotten the reset button, frantically moving the mouse, closing the current window, closing
the IE window. "Why is it so slow!" I was frantic, my mind racing! Finally, the wallpaper of Nicholas Tse reappeared on the screen
, but that embarrassing moment was forever etched in the manager's mind. "It's over! It's over! It's completely
over!"

Already prone to self-doubt, I was now even more ashamed! "What will the manager think of me now? A slut?
A cheap woman ?"

The manager walked away silently, saying nothing. I didn't know whether to feel fortunate or sad!

My mind went blank; I didn't know what to do. I just sat there blankly in my little cubicle,
looking at Nicholas Tse's cold smile. He was mocking me! "Oh my god!...I..."

...

"Ring ring, ring ring," my phone rang. I picked up the receiver, and a familiar voice came
through , "Xiao Dai, my computer is infected with a virus. Can you come and clean it for me?" The manager's magnetic baritone voice
was as steady as ever.

I seemed unable to think. Silently, I picked up the antivirus disk and silently walked into the manager's office.

Usually, I would blush unconsciously every time I entered the manager's office, but this time I felt my face burning! I
felt like a naked chicken, utterly humiliated! But the manager didn't seem to have any special expression.

The computer was indeed infected with a virus. I leaned against the table, waiting for the antivirus program to finish, my jeans-clad backside directly
in front of the manager. Unfortunately, I was too stupid to think at that moment, completely oblivious
to the immense temptation of my plump, youthful buttocks swaying before him!

The manager stood up but didn't move, standing behind me watching the programs flashing on the screen as the
antivirus scan progressed .

I remained stupidly leaning against the table, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

The unexpected, yet predictable, finally happened! The jokes my colleagues had been whispering about had
come true in the opposite way! The thing I had long fantasized about had finally
occurred !

It was a brief moment, a second, a tenth of a second, no, a hundredth of a second—the moment
seemed freeze. I felt the manager pressing down on my buttocks, gently rubbing them with his lower abdomen.
My buttocks, however, were like an extremely sensitive sensor, even sensing his hardness. I
panicked! Not knowing how to react, I just stiffly slumped there, enduring the manager's pressure.

Finally, the "poison" was gone! The timing was perfect; I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. With a slight effort, I broke free, my face
flushed , glancing timidly back at the manager before hurriedly fleeing the office. I returned to my cubicle,
sat down blankly, my thoughts in utter turmoil! I didn't even know where to begin.

"Is this sexual harassment?! How could he, whom I've always admired, do this? Did he
really think I was that kind of slut just because he saw me browsing pornographic pictures? What will he do next? What should I do?"

Without realizing it, I went online, and without realizing it, I entered the Wuji Forum, posting a thread asking for
advice .

To my surprise, many of the "perverts" on the Wuji Forum were surprisingly kind and compassionate, abandoning their usual lecherous
behavior and sincerely analyzing the situation and offering suggestions. To be honest, most of the guys' opinions didn't apply
to me, but their sincerity gave me courage and finally calmed me down, allowing me to start thinking... It was late at night.
In the quiet of the night, tossing and turning, my mind racing, I asked myself what my feelings were for the manager. Was I really
fantasizing about becoming the boss's wife? Did my body, perpetually sexually frustrated, truly need a man's comfort?

Did I have the courage to quit this enviable, well-paid job? Why couldn't I bring myself
to hate the manager for his harassment?

…

Dawn had broken. Still groggy, I got up and washed my face with cold water. The cool water seemed to offer me
a vague conclusion: "Whatever! I'll leave it to fate."

I returned to work with a relatively calm mind. The manager didn't cause any further trouble, remaining as
charismatic as ever.

Yet, I felt as if I had stolen something from him; whenever our eyes met, I would nervously look away.

Time passed quickly, and everything seemed to return to normal. But whenever I crawled alone into bed,
my desire for him only intensified! "Ah! Women!...Women! It's only because you're too shy that you always hide your thirst for
sex. Actually, just like men, women also yearn to be brides every night!"

That day, the manager sent me and a female colleague on a business trip to another city to install
and debug . The accommodation was convenient; registration was skipped, and we checked directly into a standard hotel room—the conditions were excellent.

After a few busy days, the software system was debugged. The manager called and instructed the other colleague to return to the company, while I
stayed a few more days to see if the client had any questions about the trial.

"Wow! Finally, I can breathe a sigh of relief." I logged into Wuji at the hotel's internet cafe. Although I couldn't write,
reading other people's masterpieces was still a pleasure! "Oh my god?! What happened to Wuji? It crashed?!"
Dejected , I slumped back to my room, lay on the soft Simmons mattress, and stared blankly into space, thinking, "It's so
lonely being alone! If only the manager were here! We could have coffee, chat, maybe even go clubbing."

"Ding-dong," the doorbell rang.

"Hmm? It's 10 PM. Who is it? Who is it?" I was a little wary.

"Water delivery," a strange female voice said.

I figured my thermos had just run out of hot water, so I opened the door without thinking.

"Ah!..." I gasped, my mouth agape in surprise. I must have looked utterly dumbfounded! "Manager?"

It turned out the usually honest manager had tricked me into opening the door by mimicking a woman's voice. As for me, I hadn't worn a bra after showering,
only a thin cotton nightgown and a very narrow, lace-trimmed pink panty. The hem of the nightgown
barely covered half my buttocks.

The manager politely closed his eyes, and I hurriedly and frantically put on the hotel's long nightgown.

"Manager, you...you sit down." I didn't know what to say.

"Xiao Dai, don't mind me. I'm here to collect the bill. Let's just stay in this room for now, otherwise we'll have
to pay for a room, which costs 688 yuan a day! Hehe, if you're worried, just tie me up and let me sleep here." The manager
spoke very frankly.

I had no reason to argue, so I could only say, "No, no, what could I possibly be worried about?"

"Alright, I'll go take a shower, you can rest." After saying that, the manager went to the bathroom to shower.

I sat on the bed and calmed down. "That colleague just left during the day, and the manager arrives at night, humph!
It's obvious ..."

I vaguely understood why the manager wanted me to stay a few more days. "Will that kind of thing happen?... " Strange, wicked thoughts
popped into . Maybe it's the allure of the night?!

"Xiao Dai, I forgot to bring my casual clothes in. Could you pass them to me? They're in the bag."

"Did he really forget? Or did he intentionally forget?" I wondered to myself, but my hand unconsciously reached for
the white casual clothes and went to the bathroom door. I gently pushed the door open a crack and passed the clothes in. That darn mirror!
I saw the manager's naked body in the mirror. "How embarrassing!" I cursed myself and turned to leave.

"Thump, ouch." I heard a sound of someone falling down. Without thinking, I instinctively rushed in
to help the manager. "Oops, I slipped and fell," the manager said, looking into my eyes as if apologizing.

I lowered my head shyly, but then I saw his semi-erect penis. "Oh my god!" I
was extremely ashamed! But I didn't dare let go, because I was holding onto the manager's upper arm while he was putting on his pants.

"It's infuriating! He actually treats me like his wife? There's no awkwardness at all. He just naturally got
dressed and took my hand to walk out of the bathroom." I must have been stunned.

We chatted and watched TV. Pu Cunxin in "The Glorious Journey" made me
confuse . It was probably late at night when the manager said, "Let's sleep." We lay down.

I couldn't fall asleep, and I couldn't think. I vaguely saw the sky turning white outside the window, and then I looked at the manager over there, who
was snoring softly, still fast asleep. "Damn it, how can you sleep like that?!" I stared at him blankly,
thinking of nothing. Then, as if possessed, I got out of bed and knelt at his head, carefully admiring his resolute
face.

Later, I even drifted off to sleep with my head on the headboard. In my dream, I vaguely felt a handsome man gently
stroking my flowing hair. I responded with a sweet smile and slowly opened my sleepy eyes. "Ah!..."
I found myself leaning against the manager's headboard, the manager gently stroking my hair, his eyes filled with affection as he looked at
me.

I was completely limp, unable to move an inch, staring at him in a daze, letting him stroke me.

"The floor is cold, come on up," he said softly, but his magnetic pull was incredibly strong! I couldn't help but climb onto his
bed.

"Oh my god! Everything has changed from this moment on!"

I didn't struggle, I was completely powerless, and I let him gently undress me, even silently
cooperating with him. He undressed too. He lovingly caressed my entire body, and my parched skin
trembled as if touched by rain after a long drought. At first, I pretended to struggle, but then I completely gave up resisting, and later we became wildly
entwined . Moans and gasps filled the air, and the sounds of our bodies colliding were like a surging melody.
We were completely lost in the intense climax of our lovemaking.

Just at the very beginning, a strange look flashed in the manager's eyes. My heart skipped a beat; I
realized his penis had discovered my secret of not being a virgin! Strangely, in that instant, I
felt a pang of guilt and shame! "Am I supposed to remain chaste for him? What a joke!" In just a moment, we were both
lost in love again.

The manager's sexual prowess astonished me! He brought me to the peak five times in a row of orgasms; my
heart could barely withstand the unprecedented intensity! I had to beg for mercy! He finally ejaculated his scalding semen
deep into my vagina; the sensation of that fiery lava surging against my cervix drove me mad! I felt my vagina
spasming violently, tightly gripping his hot, fleshy penis, twitching as if it were spraying something.

"Ah!...Ah!...Ah!..." I could no longer restrain myself, letting out wanton moans, my hands gripping the manager's back
tightly . "Ah!..." After a final long scream, I collapsed, half-conscious,
and he slumped limply against me.

"I...I'm in trouble...you...please...take a look..." I spoke weakly with my eyes closed. I
felt like I had lost control of my bladder, but I couldn't get up to clean myself, so I shamefully let him handle it.

He quickly turned over, buried his face between my legs, and began to suckle intensely, his hot tongue
skillfully licking my vulva. "Ouch...you...don't..." I felt so ashamed! Yet, as if
bewitched, I had no intention of avoiding it, nor the strength to. His limp penis was right above my mouth. I looked at him,
slowly opened my mouth, and slowly took it in. He seemed to want to repay my devotion,
licking .

"I'm such a pervert, putting this filthy thing in my mouth? It's all because of all that writing erotic novels!"

His penis hardened again. He looked at me, and I shamelessly nodded slightly. Then, he
entered me again, this time using a gentler approach, driving me to the brink of ecstasy.
I felt like I was going to lose control of my bladder, urine dripping uncontrollably, and my buttocks were already soaked.

Finally, he ejaculated again, and I trembled with excitement, unable to stop for a long time!
I trembled five minutes! All my energy was drained! Only my eyes could move. I looked at
him with deep affection, and he looked at me too. I was utterly ashamed! Naked, limbs spread wide, I lay on the bed, my buttocks
a mess of my own fluids and urine!

"I…" I closed my eyes shyly, savoring the afterglow of those waves of climax! My
soul was completely conquered by that intense pleasure. I knew that I would never be able to resist any of the manager's
demands again!

He tenderly carried me into the bathtub, soaking me in the warm water, enjoying his gentle caress!

He carried me out again, placed me on my bed, and held me close, gently stroking me. I nestled
against his broad chest, probably asleep. When I opened my eyes again, it was evening.

"Oh my god! We made love all day!?"

I was awake, but still naked, and so was he.

"What does BDSM mean? I see it all the time, but I can't find it online." He suddenly asked
this question.

"You jerk! I don't know." I muttered, fiddling with my fingers.

"Want to try?" It was like the devil in space was asking me, and I, as if manipulated by the devil,
nodded slightly, but that wasn't my intention at all.

"I hope he can't find any SM equipment." I prayed inwardly, but also with a bit of anticipation.

"Wow!..." He found a fiber rope, the kind we use to bind documents, and two small plastic
bottles, about the length of a lipstick but thicker, like disposable shower gel bottles from a hotel.

"Come on, stand here."

I actually stood in front of him like a puppet.

He picked up a small bottle, pressed it against my vulva, and slowly inserted it. I watched him
ravage me, but I didn't resist? What the hell! He picked up the other small bottle, pressed it against my anus, and slowly,
inserted it as well. I just wiggled my hips slightly, and he patted my
bottom gently, as if soothing a little mare, so I stopped resisting. Then he tied the fiber rope tightly around my waist, and then cut
a and tightened it around my vulva and buttocks.

"It's too tight! It doesn't feel good!" I resisted a little.

"It's okay, you'll get used to it in a bit." He actually patted my bottom, telling me to be quiet.

Finally, he got me all set: a pair of nylon pants, two holes stuffed with dildos, a standard and typical form of
sadomasochism , and although I felt a swelling in my anus as if I needed to defecate, I didn't seem to dislike the feeling.

"Sigh! It seems that pornography can be harmful! I've actually developed a deformed
perversion without even realizing it?!"

"Here, put on your pants, let's go eat." He handed me jeans.

"Wear these first." I wanted to take my underwear.

"Don't wear these." He firmly took away my underwear.

I looked at him, obediently put on the jeans, and felt my face burning. After fastening my bra, he
pulled it off my large breasts, which were constricted and pushed high beneath it.
Then , he put my black sweater on me, my breasts pushing it up so high that my nipples stood out as small
points.

"You're so naughty!" I looked at him with shame, then at myself in the mirror.

In the mirror, he had his arm around my waist, smiling at me.

"Let's go," he said

, reluctantly pulling me into the room. As we walked, my swaying breasts were clearly
visible through my t-shirt, and I felt a little timid. "How embarrassing would it be if others saw?!"

"Come on, don't be afraid!" he said, pulling me out of the hotel without further ado.

We ate dinner on the street, and then he took me to a large shopping mall, buying me some things, including a
thin cotton skirt. We also bought two wooden beads, about the size of small pears, with bright red tassels,
about ten centimeters long, from a street vendor. At the time, I never imagined that these wooden beads would become something I would often keep by my side.

"I need to use the restroom," I told him.

"Go ahead, I'll wait for you," he said, seemingly oblivious.

"How am I supposed to go? Well, well…" I stammered, too embarrassed to speak.

"Go ahead, try," he urged, and I had no choice but to go.

"Ugh, this damn thing, it's making it impossible for me to pee, probably because I feel like something's
blocking it,"

I said, forcing myself to pee. "It's all your fault for this weird thing, I can't get it out," I said playfully.

"But you're out now?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

"You're so mean!" I blushed instantly. "I said... I said..." I stopped talking, unable to utter the
word "pee.

" "Hehe, let's go back to the hotel." He teased, pulling me back to the hotel quickly.

Back in the room, I practically rushed into the bathroom, frantically pulling at my underwear. "Damn it! That string
is so strong, I just can't break it no matter what I do." I was desperate to pee, so I had to call him for help.
When I looked up, he was leaning against the door, holding a small knife, watching me!

"You... you..." I was instantly filled with shame. A young woman, sitting on the toilet, her
most private parts exposed, about to urinate, only to find a man watching—it was utterly embarrassing and humiliating.

"Give it to me!" I yelled angrily.

"Shall I help you?" he asked unhurriedly.

"No, no." I felt too ashamed.

"Then I won't give it to you." He teased me deliberately.

I couldn't hold it in any longer, but I couldn't urinate properly; only a little bit leaked out. I
almost cried out, "Then... hurry up!"

So he half-squatted, half-knelt in front of me and carefully cut that damned fiber rope with a razor blade.

"Splash!" Once the rope was released, I couldn't stop the flow of urine. Even more shameful, the vaginal
bottle fell into the toilet bowl with a "thud," followed by the anal bottle. As my anus
opened, a runny substance gushed out. Perhaps because I had held it in for so long, or because of
the long-term insertion of the dildo, I couldn't control my anus at all, letting urine and loose stool flow out with a
series of annoying noises. I was extremely ashamed! I stared wide-eyed at the manager, at a loss for what to do! Suddenly, I buried my head in
his shoulder, no longer daring to look at him. "I... I... he... he actually... saw me... urinating and defecating... how... how... can I... face him

now ?" 　　Finally, I finished! I felt incredibly refreshed! He silently left, and after I slowly dried myself off , I didn't dare leave the bathroom. 　　"Come out, do you want to stay here forever?" he called tenderly. 　　I came out shyly and awkwardly. I didn't dare look at him, and I would never be able to hold my head up in front of him again. 　　He pulled me into his arms and kissed me gently! Then he slowly took off my clothes. 　　He began to slowly caress my forbidden garden, and I was so aroused that I couldn't control myself and soon I was wet. This time, he didn't have any intention of having sex with me, but instead took out a pair of leather trousers and put them on me. 　　Two large wooden beads that he had just bought were placed on the leather straps, and two tassels were threaded out from the two small slits in the leather straps . He forced the wooden beads into my front and back openings, and then he lifted the leather straps that were tied around my crotch and pulled them up hard, fastening them to the center of the thin belt on my lower abdomen. Finally, he took out the small lock that he had just bought and "clicked" the leather straps and belt tightly locked together. 　　The chastity belt, though narrow in the front, completely covered my genitals, with many pubic hairs peeking out from the edges. The section that passed through my buttocks was trimmed very thin, tightly constricting my buttocks before being pulled up from behind and secured to the center of my belt. 　　It was practically a chastity belt! I wondered in astonishment where he'd gotten it. "Oh, right, he seems to have bought a small leather bag, but I haven't seen him bring it back. So he's going to use the bag strap as a belt. This chastity belt must be a modified version of that wide leather belt he bought. No wonder he said he was going to get his shoes repaired when I was browsing the Taipei shoe market; he was getting this stuff." I had to admire the manager's ingenuity! 　　"Here's the key. You can only use it twice a day, otherwise I'll change the lock and won't give you the key anymore! Can you do that?" 　　I must have been hypnotized! In a daze, I obediently nodded, watching him hang the small key on my belt. 　　"Then… how will I go back to my dorm to sleep? How will I shower?" I asked, tilting my head. 　　"Don't worry about that, I'll give you a perfect solution when I get back! Don't forget, our company provides complete solutions for our clients!" The manager laughed as he fondled my large breasts . 　　He had reignited my desire, but instead, he pulled me into bed and held me close, trying to put me to sleep. 　　I secretly touched the chastity belt, "Ugh! I can't masturbate anymore!" Actually, I used to masturbate frequently in my dorm to satisfy my needs. 　　The next day, the manager still made me wear the chastity belt to serve clients and attend banquets with him. He even told me he planned to keep me wearing it unless I left him; he wouldn't force me. Ironically, I'd been corrupted by erotic novels, and being tormented by the manager like this actually gave me a strange pleasure! I willingly obeyed his decision. 　　Even now, on the weekend, while the manager is probably off enjoying himself somewhere, I'm alone at the company writing this memoir of my erotic dream , and my genitals are wearing that shameful chastity belt! The two wooden beads are constantly stimulating me. The crotch area of my jeans seems to be damp and shadowy. I couldn't help but reach down and touch myself, pressing hard , but it did nothing to relieve the itching, the lust! 　　At times like these, my desire for the manager only intensified… 　　The next evening, the manager was taking me to a disco, and I was thrilled! But instead, the manager pulled out a thin cotton . I wasn't allowed to wear underwear, only the chastity belt and two hanging red tassels. I wasn't allowed to wear a bra, but instead, safety pins were clipped to my nipples. The super-short cotton skirt barely covered my bare buttocks, and the tight-fitting thin cotton top revealed nothing underneath, showing a deep cleavage and my soft, white breasts. I　　felt utterly ashamed dressed like this! It felt exactly like being naked and spied on in public! My heart pounded with panic. I clutched my skirt tightly, awkwardly being pulled out of the hotel. Walking down the dark street, my fear eased slightly, but the cold autumn wind seeped into my skirt, directly brushing against my bare buttocks and genitals, making me feel incredibly aroused! 　　Only when we entered a dimly lit disco did I finally breathe a sigh of relief! Looking at the alluring and sexy women around me, I suddenly felt that my own beauty was in no way inferior to theirs. 　　I drank a lot with the manager, probably the most I'd ever drunk in my life, but I was very happy. We clung tightly together, like lovers—it felt wonderful! Sometimes we'd go down to the dance floor, dancing wildly…

He seemed to have forgotten I wasn't wearing underwear.

When the lights went out and a gentle melody played, the manager embraced me and slowly twirled me on the dance floor. My head was nestled
against his chest, my arms tightly wrapped around his neck. His hands, however, slipped inside my short skirt, caressing and kneading my full
buttocks . I was lost in this embrace of the man who had captivated me long ago, and even
when I felt him lifting my skirt above my waist, I didn't stop him. In the crowded dance floor, this
perverse act of exposing my buttocks actually excited me! It was a different kind of pleasure, related to lust, but
completely !

"Ah!" I bit my lip and let out a soft moan.

"What's wrong?" the manager asked with concern.

"I... just now... someone touched my... buttocks," I said shamefully.

"Heh, is that not good?" he retorted.

Having my perverse thoughts exposed, I felt even more embarrassed! "No...no...I'm a little scared!"

"Oh?... " The manager seemed thoughtful. "Alright, let's go back." To avoid any accidents, he
took me back to the hotel.

"I want it." Once in the room, I could no longer hold back and clung to him tightly, begging him.

He was also burning with desire and quickly removed my chastity belt, taking me back into a frenzied storm of sex
.

On the morning of the third day, I returned to the company with the manager. I nervously glanced around,
and only felt slightly relieved when I saw that my colleagues' gazes hadn't changed.

In the afternoon, the manager led me to a cozy single room. "You'll live here from now on. You
don't need ." Looking at the fully equipped room, a warm feeling of love welled up inside me.

That night, I lay alone on the soft Simmons mattress, thinking about the strange events of the past few days,
sometimes smiling foolishly, sometimes with a hint of melancholy. My hand unconsciously reached for my private parts, but was stopped by the chastity belt.
The key was hanging nearby, but I resolutely kept my promise, only opening it once a day, morning and evening, for urination;
never opening it at other times.

"Is it to keep my promise to him? Or maybe it's to satisfy that perverse desire deep within my heart?"

A sense of loss washed over me as I touched the belt outside my genitals. "If only he could come now! Only he could
give me that supreme, passionate climax!"

"Sigh! How did I fall so low?"

"Sigh! I'll leave it to fate, let nature take its course! I'm just an ordinary woman, why
torture myself?"

My heart restless with desire, I drifted off to sleep.

[The End]

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