Young woman's confession 19

A young woman's confession
(formatted by tim118):
When Xiaoyang first reported to the bank, I happened to meet him in the elevator. I didn't pay much attention to him then; he looked very young, not like a recent college graduate starting work, but more like a colleague's child. As we entered the elevator, our shadows were reflected on the gleaming granite floor. Xiaoyang was taller, his long legs encased in neatly pressed, distressed blue jeans, a wide eyeliner accentuating his well-defined waist and hips. It was then that I realized this boy was truly dashing, even possessing a latent sexy charm. He introduced himself first, and I, in a friendly manner, invited him to my office.
From then on, he frequently visited me, whether there was a reason or not. Colleagues gossiped that this guy was worldly and opportunistic. After these words spread, even Boss Wang was somewhat annoyed. He pulled me onto his lap and said, "Where did this wild boy come from? He doesn't do anything productive all day but hangs out with women."
Looking at the old man's furious expression, I found it laughable. Men don't discriminate based on age or seniority when they're jealous; they all act like this, glaring and furious.
He unhooked my bra, and my breasts popped out. My nipples seemed a little hard, and he roughly flicked them a few times with his hands. I felt a little pain
in my hands. I hugged his neck tightly, my soft belly pressed against his body, and whispered in his ear, "Him? He's just a boy, who do you think he is? Besides, he's currently wooing our Xiao Wan."
He then smiled, placing his hand on my lower back and gently stroking my plump buttocks.
I lit a cigarette for him, and he took it, slipping one hand inside my underwear. I lay on top of him, my buttocks raised high, and his hand rubbed and kneaded freely. His hand circled my buttocks, seemingly unwilling to miss even a small spot
. He inserted his fingers into the bulge between my legs, and my waist shifted slightly. My soft, white hand moved slowly across his body, kneading and rubbing, sliding from my abdomen down to between his legs. He became aroused, his fingers curling even more tightly, his other hand caressing the inside of my legs. We both gasped and writhed, my voice sounding like an animal being bitten, low moans escaping my lips, my face swaying from side to side, my beautiful thighs contracting and relaxing
until the phone rang. Only then did he reluctantly lower my legs with a smile. Before letting go, he gently bit the whitest, softest spot on the inside of my thigh, making me scream exaggeratedly.
I chuckled, knowing I looked even more wanton at that moment. I knew that a woman is most beautiful when she is most wanton, when all her loveliness and beauty come alive. I imagined I would look even more radiant then, with bright eyes and white teeth, a rosy complexion, and shallow dimples. So he couldn't help but lean down, but before he could kiss my lips, I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him passionately, making him breathless. He was dazed and confused, his
voice growing more impatient and urgent.
At that moment, I made this boy call me "sister" repeatedly, making him beam with satisfaction. I was already used to his flattery, his ingratiation, and his smooth-talking banter. His creative drive, his passion, and his restless nature both confused and excited me.
Gradually, we talked more, and I noticed this boy's inappropriate pursuit and attachment to me. I knew that mutual affection, even fleeting one, was dangerous, especially since my beautiful sister, like me, had fallen for him against her will. Generally speaking, a woman like me, especially, wouldn't chase a fling for a foreseeable separation; she's more easily driven by self-deceptive desires to embrace each new beginning. With him, I had a very strong, uneasy premonition. But regardless, this adventure was worth trying.
I knew he was already dating Xiaowan passionately; their relationship developed so quickly it left me speechless—it was love at first sight. It happened
at my house. Xiaowan had gone home for summer vacation that day, and only my sister and I were home for dinner. I can't remember what Xiaoyang brought me. Xiaowan opened the door, and the inner door opened too. Through the iron gate, Xiaoyang proudly displayed a smiling face, along with a dripping red rose. His manners and etiquette were just like the tricks many sophisticated white-collar workers use.
The moment he entered, I saw Xiaowan grunt with difficulty, take the flower, and habitually smell it. I sensed that her heart had been instantly captured by this handsome, respectable, and attentive man. They
looked at each other, and then their eyes never left each other, like a long, unchanging reflection between two mirrors. They clearly saw another version of themselves in each other. A clock chimed evenly on the wall, and she sat on the sofa, feeling a nameless tremor and awe. Time seemed to leap and break at the slightest touch. That night, she seemed possessed,
almost oblivious to me. They ignored me completely, drinking my family's beer and launching into a long, rambling monologue about university anecdotes. Her voice was loud and trembling, her eyes sparkling like a dove about to take flight. Xiao Wan swayed gently on the bar stool, and when she bent over, her skirt billowed open in front of him, revealing her thighs all the way to her lace-trimmed panties. My little sister was no less promiscuous than anyone else, even without instruction, though I was certain she was a virgin.
They talked until very late that night. Xiao Wan had initially agreed to stay at my place, but she quickly changed her mind and left together when Zhuo Qun returned. That night, I was in a terrible mood, so much so that my husband tried his best to arouse me but to no avail. He was puzzled. Normally, just being near me was enough to make me lose control, involuntarily moaning and groaning. I was like a special, sensitive clam, so sensitive that the slightest touch from a man would cause its shell to open to its fullest extent
.
The entire floor was deathly silent. We had a relaxed work schedule here in the summer, ensuring employees got enough sleep to combat the heat.
The boy before me always gave me a hazy, dreamlike feeling, a sense of lost time. His long hair, his pale face, could instantly ignite a powerful urge in me to embrace him, to think of nothing else, to kiss away his melancholy. I suddenly leaned in and quickly pecked his thin cheek. I brought my knees closer to him, reached for his jeans, and slowly unzipped them from top to bottom. My fair and delicate fingers grasped his genitals, which were hard and erect.
My hands didn't move, but my five fingers—to be precise, my index and middle fingers—were slightly twitching, like someone tapping out a beat while listening to music. My "beats" were tapping on his manhood, already engorged and unusually thick, standing firm against his velvet fabric. I almost feared it would burst forth, growing wildly before his own eyes and mine.
He couldn't help but let out a soft moan. My hands unbuttoned his shirt, caressing his broad chest. His still somewhat immature body instantly soaked my genitals.
My entire body went limp, my eyes fixed on him with desire. Xiaoyang's boyish pursuit brought me immense novelty and an inescapable thrill. I admitted to feeling pleasure from this stimulation, and I neither rejected nor loathed this rebellious pleasure.
The moisture and warmth of his lips, like the allure of a strange flower, drew me in. A sudden surge of physical pleasure washed over me, and our tongues intertwined as smoothly as fine silk.
As I licked his bare chest, he closed his eyes. He gently unbuttoned my sky-blue shirt and removed my bra. He placed a hand on my chest and gave a gentle push, and I slumped onto the sofa. He sat close beside me, placed his hands on my knees, and squeezed them together, causing my legs to naturally spread.
He began to stroke my abdomen; his hands were strong, seemingly able to penetrate my flesh and enter my body. I was forced to straighten up, and he pulled me close, making it difficult for me to break free. Then he pressed his lips to mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Soon, my whole body went limp. At this moment, he pulled down my underwear and then unzipped his own pants. He pressed down on me, and
as Xiaoyang swelled and thrust into my body, he softly murmured Xiaomei's name, again and again. His organ was incredibly gentle, forcing my name into my throat and shooting his heartbeat into my womb.
I suddenly felt my whole body convulsing violently like a flash flood. Behind me, the glass reflected the perfect moment of flesh, the radiance emanating from the skin. A small bee buzzed and bumped against the glass window, which was tinged with the wine color of sunlight. This tranquility was tangible and visible, occasionally spilling out like liquid. (III)
Making love with Xiaoyang was more wonderful than I had imagined. For a moment, I didn't understand why I hadn't had this kind of enjoyment in so long. The excitement and pleasure it brought were so intense that it surprised me. He belonged to me. His young, slender body, his silky smooth skin and the firm, smooth muscles beneath it, all his vitality and tenderness belonged to me, to be touched, possessed, and enjoyed by
me. My hands caressed Xiaoyang's entire body, his cheekbones, and at this moment, everything else belonged to me. All of this made me feel intoxicated. We devoured each other, and that greed and desire were merely concealed in our civilized dance of lovemaking.
He lay on the sofa, and I stroked his thick hair. This lovemaking was truly wonderful. After making love, I usually feel light and happy. My lovely, beautiful younger sister, Xiaowan, is probably anxiously awaiting her Prince Charming in faraway Guangzhou right now. But the passion of her Prince Charming remains within me, giving my vanity a tremendous satisfaction at that moment
. Since childhood, as the older sister, I've had to learn to be tolerant and forbearing at home. Everything in the house—toys, food, even clothes—was chosen by Xiaowan at her whim before I could have anything. And now, her boyfriend and her sister, in a space filled with lust, what are they doing, wholeheartedly? Melodious moans, music emanating from their reproductive glands, a faint fragrance—desire makes people bold and reckless, without any scruples.
We lay embracing on the narrow sofa, both exhausted from the lovemaking we had just done. Xiaoyang was still stroking my nipples and lips with his fingers, his legs crossed between mine.
He was different from Zhuoqun. My husband was calm during lovemaking; although he had also been ecstatic, he was more restrained than unrestrained. Xiaoyang, on the other hand, was like a raging fire once he started. He completely melted me into his body; every movement, every gesture, brought me pleasure, as if my entire being, including my soul, had entered my body.
I shifted my body, pressing one leg against his abdomen, and brought my lips together. His left hand encircled my neck, while his right hand first squeezed my breast, then moved between my thighs.
Regarding Xiaoyang, I initially harbored a somewhat unclear sense of unease. As Xiaowan's older sister, I genuinely hoped he could become my brother-in-law, despite a feeling of keeping the good fortune within my own circle. But I truly wished them both well. When I learned that Xiaowan was deeply in love, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and anxiety. Their relationship surprised me; it progressed so quickly, further strengthening my resolve to win this boy's heart.
At the bank, thanks to my help, Xiaoyang's work went smoothly, and he achieved some success. When he worked, he immediately adopted a mature yet indifferent expression. I sensed this change in him, feeling that this boy possessed a natural ability to adapt to his environment. His quick wit was evident in how he immediately blended into the surroundings the moment he entered, as if he knew the place intimately.
He treated my office as his own, often leaving his messy belongings there. Worse still, his athletic shoes, socks, and clothes were always filthy and reeked of sweat. He also swaggered in and out of my bathroom, sometimes even showering.
"You can't always be so careless," I said. I noticed his strong, well-proportioned body, the body of a man who had just finished exercising. In the sunlight, a few small water droplets shimmered on his chest, slowly sliding down his taut skin, momentarily displaying a kaleidoscope of colors.
I was momentarily stunned; I believe every woman has experienced that strange, absent-minded moment. He possessed a captivating radiance, a soft, fleeting glow like a rainbow. I dared not blink, for I knew he would soon put his clothes back on and disappear again.
"Is there a difference between yours and mine?" His glib tongue was already familiar to me. There was something unsettling about his casual demeanor, a hunter's unusual restraint before his beloved prey. I sat in the high-backed swivel chair, the folder in my hand resting on my lap, my right hand on the back of the chair. The cleavage between my breasts was deep, almost revealing half of one. It seemed to be trembling as I looked at him. This boy's eyes flickered like dark flames, like an invisible net, capable of captivating countless women.
I often felt his gaze, and I knew I deserved it. In any situation, in any environment, with my soft hair, pretty face, full thighs, and firm buttocks, which part of me wouldn't make a man's heart flutter? That's how I am, completely satisfying my desires with my own body. I felt a little dizzy. Something was budding, something was flowing, flowing uncontrollably, flowing in the fragrant vortex of my body.
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When I first met him, we didn't have that kind of intimate physical relationship, even though I had done a lot for this boy.
When he first arrived, he was assigned to the police team, wearing his quasi-police uniform, which made him look quite dashing and extraordinary. I've had an inexplicable fascination with uniforms since I was little; as a girl, I respected and admired them. But as I grew up, and after I became more mature, I had a rebellious and confused
longing. I wondered what was different about a policeman in uniform in bed—perhaps he would treat every woman beneath him like a criminal and ruthlessly suppress her, his actions both harsh and prolonged. Even when I was pulled over by the traffic cop for a traffic violation, a wonderful sensation would instantly rise on my tongue, and a special warm feeling would rise in my lower abdomen, as if a hand was covering me.
Even after I arranged for him to work in the loan department, I still regretted not having been intimate with him then. I thought that if he had come to me in his uniform, I would have been soaking wet in less than three seconds.
Later, when the bank was allocating housing, someone as young and recent as him definitely wouldn't get a chance. I mobilized all my resources. It was definitely impossible to get through to General Manager Wang; his relationship with Xiaoyang was like that of a cat and mouse, always at odds, never reconciling. I had to use General Manager Wang's influence to persuade the other leaders in the bank one by one. When I finally got the keys to the new house, the boy was so excited he was at a loss for words. I felt completely captivated by him
. "Sister Mei, I really want to give you something," he said, pulling on his t-shirt.
"Really? I'd be so happy. What is it?"
He took a beautifully wrapped box from his drawer, decorated with ribbons tied into small flowers. I went to the sofa, took his gift, and as I opened it, his face flushed, and he nervously glanced back into the room. When I opened the box, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. He had given me two pairs of brightly colored underwear—high-end, not ordinary underwear. The small pieces of fabric were almost entirely lace, barely concealing anything.
"Do you know what kind of relationship it means to give a girl something like this?" I crossed my legs to make it easier for his gaze to wander.
"I know, but I wanted to give it to you." He could be shy sometimes. "Do you like it?"
I looked at him sincerely and said, "I love it." Then I asked him, "Why did you give me this?"
"I don't think you've ever worn this kind before. There's a saying it's called sexy underwear. It's a man's favorite kind,"
he said, pausing for a moment. "And I like it too."
"What kind of underwear do you think I should wear?" I couldn't help but laugh. He was speechless this time. "Tell me, want to know?"
"Now?" He stammered, at a loss for words.
I spread my legs in front of him, and my already short skirt rode up instantly, revealing my tight, narrow underwear. I saw him tremble with excitement, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Then I quickly closed my legs. "I'm consistent inside and out, don't misunderstand me, I still have taste."
Seeing his dumbfounded expression, I laughed heartily. I often enjoy teasing men, and I especially enjoy all men submitting to me under my skirt. Especially for a boy like him in his adolescence, with Xiaoyang's eccentric and independent personality, it's easy for him to have an urgent desire to grow up. The signs of adulthood include sexual maturity and sexual experience.
I think he was about to lose control; a bulge appeared between his legs, even though what was inside made me feel a sudden surge of excitement, and something swayed in my chest. At that moment, our bodies were both exceptionally sensitive, unseen tendrils reaching out to each other to subtly feel that confusing physiological impulse. The love from my brain instantly suppressed this impulse,
and I gracefully walked away, not giving him any chance to take advantage. I knew it wasn't the best time yet; rather than rushing things, it was better to let him savor that desire.
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Xiaoyang still went to Guangzhou on the weekend. He called me before he left; at that time, our whole family was at the dinner table. I snapped at him, "Go ahead and do it, why bother telling me?"
My mother frowned at me, "What kind of person are you? Can't you speak properly?" She'd been staying with me lately; Mr. Wang had spent over 100,000 yuan renovating the old house to please her. It's been exhausting for my husband, constantly calculating material costs, even in bed he's keeping track of expenses in a notebook.
"It's nothing, just work," I said casually. Then I put down my bowl. My husband looked at me, puzzled. I smiled at him, "I don't want to eat anymore."
"No, finish what's in your bowl."
That's how he is, so attentive and caring towards me. Even my mother, who was feeding my daughter, smiled.
Indeed, Zhuoqun is the discovery of my life; this is a perfect family. During the day, we're both busy with our own lives; at night, Zhuoqun keeps me busy all night. He seemed never to be satisfied. Sometimes, while the children watched TV, he would lock me in the bathroom and bury his face between my breasts for long periods. He couldn't wait for me to go to bed every night; he wanted to make love to me every night, even when I was too tired to eat or sleep. But I didn't mind and was willing to make him happy and satisfied.
When Zhuo Qun entered our bedroom, I was wearing a bathrobe. I softly walked up to him and said, "Hold me first." I knew Zhuo Qun was eager to talk to me. I excitedly imagined the passionate and extraordinary life that was about to begin. My years of marriage made me immediately aware of his sexual desires. At this moment, he stood at the bedroom door, his eyes filled with that longing. I was excited and couldn't hold back any longer. There's no more wonderful beginning than making love. He was untying his tie. I walked up to him seductively, put the tie around his neck, pulled it close, and kissed him passionately
. "I missed you so much," he murmured, his voice low and trembling, his strong arms encircling me and kissing me incessantly. When I finally broke free from his embrace, he was breathing heavily. "Goodness, just being near you makes me need it."
He placed his hands on my chest, his fingers trying to undo my silk bathrobe, frantically trying to unbutton the buttons. "Hey, why are you wearing a buttoned bathrobe?" He pulled the bathrobe off my shoulders and hung it around my waist. Then, he stepped back a few paces, his eyes wide, and said, "Nobody should have breasts like these."
I smiled and said, "They're yours."
He knelt down, burying his face between my breasts. Breathing heavily, he said, "I can't believe it, every time I touch them, I can't believe
it." I gently lifted his head as he struggled to unbutton the rest of his bathrobe. When all the clothes were off me, I was naked in front of him, reaching up to my head and removing the hair clip from my long hair, letting it cascade down my shoulders and breasts. Then, I went around to the bed and touched my own body. "None of them are yours, they're mine."
He chased after me, but I nimbly dodged him and rolled onto the bed. I stroked my thighs again, laughing wantonly, and said, "But we want you."
He impatiently took off his clothes and came to me naked. His broad chest was indeed what I was fascinated by, and I sincerely exclaimed, "You have a great body." Then, unhurriedly, I added, "But mine is even prettier, isn't it?"
I deliberately played with my breasts, already very excited. He stood there, watching, his breathing growing heavier, and lunged at me. But I escaped from the other end of the bed. He chased after me relentlessly, but I always managed to evade him. I stroked my body and laughed loudly. He continued to pursue me; I knew he was completely captivated by this new game, which was why he caught me. But in his heightened excitement, I broke free and
went into the bathroom. I knelt by the tub and hurriedly filled our double tub with water. When he came in, I was comfortably submerged in the huge tub, the fragrant foam reaching my shoulders. My full breasts stood high, while my nipples were small and round, like a young girl's. His lower abdomen was smooth and clean, his navel round like a full moon.
Zhuo Qun threw off his bathrobe, and I looked him up and down at his muscular body. His erection dazzled me. He laughed and slipped into the tub, the water splashing out with a loud thud
. The sound was a bit exaggerated, making my ears ring, as if I could hear my own heart pounding rapidly. I laughed and playfully splashed water on his face. When he didn't react, I puckered my lips high and opened my hands to him with great passion. He quickly leaned down and kissed my wet lips. When he embraced me again, I suddenly felt his fiery lips ignite my soul and boil my blood. I held him tightly, as if letting go would cause me to drown.
He kissed my cheeks, lips, neck, and arms, his hands gently caressing my soft, watery skin. Our bodies pressed together, we reveled in this beautiful moment.
"Xiaoyang wants me to go to Guangzhou with him, but I've thought about how many days we won't be together, and I don't want to go anywhere," he said.
Mentioning Xiaoyang's name brought me back to reality, and I felt a sudden sense of desolation. My desire began to subside; the sound of the water was no longer pleasant, but rather unsettling, and an indescribable sorrow filled my heart. I didn't answer him, remaining quietly in the water, my arms floating half-submerged, as if devoid of feeling. He continued to stroke my back and pat my buttocks. He gently rubbed my soft, supple skin.
"You said, he and Xiao Wan have done 'that'?" After a long while, I opened my eyes and asked him softly.
"Not yet. He said he wants to wait a few years, to have a glimmer of hope in his heart."
I chuckled, my mood brightening considerably. I said sincerely, "That guy, he really knows how to have fun."
"Don't I know how?" he said. He quickly came over and kissed my body, hoping to rekindle my desire. So, waves surged in the bathtub.
From his gaze, I saw the flames of his lust. I tilted my head, striking a provocative pose. He stood up, pulled me into a tight embrace, and pressed his lips against my lower abdomen, kissing me passionately. I returned his kiss with equal passion, able to hear my own pulse.
"Darling, not here, to the bed."
He helped me out of the bathtub and hurriedly began to wash my body. He wiped down my chin and neck, all the way to my breasts and groin, then turned me around and wiped from my heels, legs, and back down to my genitals. He also wiped my arms, from my fingertips and the backs of my hands down to my armpits, where he exclaimed, "I really don't know how you can be hairless here."
I let him wipe me, feeling itchy, and said, "A real beauty is hairless here."
We walked hand in hand to the bedroom
. "I really missed it," I said in a coquettish voice, rubbing his thick member.
He replied, "It belongs to you. You can do whatever you want with it, even things I don't want to do."
I tried to break free from him, swaying back and forth in his arms, my buttocks shaking rhythmically.
He touched my body with his fingers, my ears
. "Let's have some fun," I said, suddenly hugging him tightly. "I'll drive you crazy."
He gently but firmly pulled me onto the bed. I know that men are very particular about romance when it comes to sex; they usually don't go straight for the ecstasy moment, but always build up the atmosphere first. I was also completely absorbed in every detail of the whole process.
He cupped my breasts, kneading and kissing them passionately. I felt the roughness of his movements, and soon his lower body was aroused.
I kissed his playful manhood, and felt all the blood rush to my chest, crashing like a tidal wave. A burning sensation burst from my chest and shot straight to my throat. "Come on," I urged him, pulling my thighs.
He stood on the edge of the bed, attacking me fiercely. I liked this, so I closed my eyes, parted my cherry lips slightly, and began to sway my body
. "Darling, this is so good." My voice trembled, and I leaned back against him, my fingers digging tightly into his spine.
After a series of rapid thrusts, I felt like I was about to die, my head slumped on his shoulder, and I said weakly, "Let me play on top for a while."
We switched positions and became one, and then he let himself go for my enjoyment. I lay on top of him, eyes half-closed, my body swaying like a willow in the wind, my tongue involuntarily darting out, licking the corners of my mouth. My hands didn't know where to go; one moment they were wrapped around the man, the next they were caressing myself with soft
moans. "Oh, my God, oh," I would let out unconscious moans whenever I felt overwhelming pleasure. I pressed myself against the man, feeling his explosive waves of pleasure, a sweet and exhilarating sensation washing over me like a tidal wave. Suddenly, I felt an emptiness in my chest, as if my whole body was about to fly.
When I lay down on him, he seemed exhausted, panting, "You're a natural beauty."
I relaxed completely, lying on the bed with my limbs spread out, savoring the moment, saying, "So comfortable." I held him tenderly, my heart overflowing with joy. My hands continued to caress his body, noticing a slight sweat on his back, I casually grabbed a pillowcase and gently wiped it away.

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