Desire Cave Love (Celebrity Adult Novel)

Desire Cave Love

I am a graduate student in the Department of Psychology at a national university. I am recognized as the most beautiful girl in the department. My friends all say that from certain angles I look very much like Sui Tang, the model of Kaiwo. There are pros and cons to being like a star. The good part is that your appearance will have a certain degree of social acceptance; and the bad part is that everyone will project the star's preconceived impression onto you, and your true personality will be difficult to discover under the shadow of others. Fortunately, Sui Tang has a good image, so she doesn’t cause any hindrance to me but instead brings a lot of convenience to my life. Men will actively show their attention to you; some women may be hostile to you at first, but as long as you draw a clear line towards the attentions of the opposite sex, women will not do anything to you. The experience of being excluded in junior and senior high school taught me how to gauge their standard of jealousy. Although I had many suitors during my studies, perhaps partly because I was afraid of being excluded and partly because I always felt that their confessions were superficial and they were all just talking about how they were attracted by my beauty, I rejected them and never had a boyfriend until I met him.

He is my senior in graduate school. Although he is not very handsome, he is very gentle, and there is a kind of wisdom in his eyes that is not easy to detect. He was very shy and always avoided eye contact when talking. When I first entered graduate school, I thought he was a weird senior, so we didn't have much interaction. One day on my way to the classroom, I saw him squatting by a ditch and rescuing a puppy whose foot was stuck in the ditch. I was very moved at the moment, my nose was sore and my eyes were wet, but I did not go over. Instead, I chose to secretly observe him from behind. After the puppy was rescued, it kept following him. The man and the dog walking dirty on the road attracted a lot of people's attention. The way he walked became very awkward, and I thought he was shy again. Later he bought a can of dog food and asked the guard at the door to help him take care of the puppy, and only then did he get rid of it. After eating a few bites with relish, the puppy raised its head and stared in the direction he left for a long time. This scene is deeply imprinted in my memory. After that, whenever I saw my senior, a strange feeling came over me. I often secretly watch him when he isn't paying attention, and as soon as he makes a move, I quickly look away to avoid being discovered by him. This is a behavior I have never done before, and I may very well be in love.

There are many things in this world that cannot be explained by science. I have studied for several days but still cannot explain from a psychological perspective why I fall in love with someone. Whenever I think of my senior, a bunch of repetitive and irrelevant questions will come to my mind. These questions float around in my head like cotton wool. I want to shake my head to get rid of them, but they just spin a little and continue to float at other angles. These complicated and self-disturbing questions are almost unbearable for me.

During those chaotic days, I often browsed the Internet and went to the male and female discussion areas of major forums to read other people's questions and answers. Some sensible responses may give you a sense of hope at the moment, but when you calm down and apply them to yourself, they seem restrictive. One time, I was browsing around and accidentally entered a pornographic website. I browsed through it out of curiosity, but I was not very interested in the pornographic pictures and videos. Later, I browsed to the erotic literature area and saw an article titled "The Pleasure of Exposure" in a long list of articles. I instinctively clicked on it. The protagonist is a beautiful young woman who originally had a happy family. But my husband became addicted to stocks, and after he was stuck in a stock market, his life fell into a slump and he became depressed about everything, including sex. The young woman's physical desires could not be resolved and she underwent strange changes. She began to expose herself in public. At first, she just didn't wear a bra, but later she became more and more bold and even didn't wear any underwear. As she becomes more exposed, her personality becomes more and more lustful. She also learns how to use her eyes and body language to express sexual hints to men she doesn't know - which often allows her to succeed. The story then develops through her encounters and sex with strange men.

I finished reading it with a blushing face and a pounding heart, and my lower body became very wet. Many parts of this article resonated with me, especially the heroine's openness and extended use of sexual autonomy, which came as a great shock to me, a person who has always been conservative. In the next few days, I was always absent-minded when doing things, and I couldn't help but think of the plot in that article. One day when I was walking and daydreaming, I happened to see my senior feeding the dog in the guard room. The scene in front of me and the thoughts in my mind produced an indescribable chemical reaction, and at that moment I made a major decision. I will think this decision through to perfection in the future, and then it will lie quietly in my mind waiting for the right time to come.

As long as you are willing to wait, opportunities will always come. One day, the professor said he was going to give a seminar in the south, and my senior and I were going to go with him. When I heard the news, I felt like I was struck by lightning. I felt that this was a great opportunity! I spent several days coming up with a plan and simulation to achieve my goal, writing down all the possibilities on paper. While writing, I became more and more nervous, more afraid, more excited, and more trapped in a complex state from which I could not extricate myself. Yet, in this state, time continued to pass leisurely. So, the day before the meeting, I went down to the hotel where we were going to stay to make preparations.

I had already studied the decoration and layout of this hotel in advance. Its rooms are mirror images facing each other, which means that my senior's bathroom and my bathroom are connected. This is the most important part of the plan, and it is for this reason that I chose to book this hotel. I bought some plumbing tools and drilled a hole in the bathroom. The size of the hole couldn't be too obvious, and the shape couldn't be too regular. It had to look like a naturally formed hole. This took me, who was not familiar with carpentry, a lot of time and also resulted in a few more scratches on my hands. The hole gradually took shape as the wood chips flew. When everything was ready, we just had to wait for tomorrow to come.

The next day, the day planned, was also the day that would change my destiny. In the morning, I met up with the professor and senior student to attend a seminar. Perhaps because I felt guilty, I didn't dare look directly at the senior student along the way. I could only sneak a glance at him in the rearview mirror of the car. I finally arrived at the venue, but I didn't hear a single word of the content of today's seminar. My brain was already squeezed out into a large blank by anxiety and fear. The long meeting ended in repeated anxiety and confusion.

Although the dinner was rich, I had no appetite at all. Are you feeling unwell? Why do you look weird today? It's really stupid of the professor to ask this in front of everyone. I doubt if he is really a professor studying psychology. And the senior must have heard it too. I felt a little ashamed, so I just responded to the professor's question and said I wanted to go back and rest. I left the restaurant, and the senior stayed to socialize with the professor.

He stumbled back into the room, opened a bottle of beer and gulped it down as soon as he entered, desperately trying to get rid of the depression in his heart. As the jug of wine grew lighter, my head grew heavier. I sat in front of the mirror, looking at myself in a half-empty state, wondering whether I should carry out this plan. I don't know how long my consciousness was torn between desire and courage. At this moment, I heard a "click" sound, which was the sound of the door of the next room being opened. The senior was back.

Time seemed to stand still, and my head suddenly became empty. The sounds of the senior's every move in the next room collided and bounced in my empty skull, making a buzzing echo; the senior opened the door, took off his shoes, put his backpack on the chair, hung his coat on the rack, opened the refrigerator, took out a can of beer, drank it, sighed, walked to the bed, put the beer on the bedside table, lay on the bed, turned on the remote control to watch TV. My consciousness jumped back and forth as the senior switched channels: shopping channel, drama channel, news channel, sports channel, and finally it turned to the pay channel. Fortunately, the remote control stopped working. I think the senior's eyes must be on the TV screen. He didn't know that the sound insulation here was very poor and I lived next door, so he turned up the volume. Hearing the obscene sounds and language coming from porn movies makes me very excited, and my senses and nerves become extremely sharp. I heard a subtle sound that didn't come from the TV, but the sound of some objects rubbing and colliding at a fixed frequency. Since the senior didn't get out of bed and made this unique sound, there is only one possibility left... Although I know in my heart that all men in the world masturbate, I have never reminded myself to think about the fact that the senior also does this. Perhaps it is because women's longing for love is too romantic. The moans of the heroine in an adult film suddenly become louder and more intense. This usually happens when the film is about to end and the hero is making his final sprint. The friction sound in the quilt is not obvious but is getting louder and louder. "Ah~ah~...e...e-dai...ki...ki-mo-ghi" The heroine squeezed out these words as if with her last bit of strength. The hero then said something in a low and vague voice, and then the atmosphere in the next room suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse and gradually began to converge.

My face turned red and I didn't dare to move rashly. I even breathed carefully for fear of making any sound that shouldn't have been made. The TV was turned off and there was silence for about half a minute. I heard the senior reach out for the beer and take a few sips. Then he got off the bed and unzipped the bag. The brisk metallic sound passed through my heart, making my heart beat wildly. The senior went to get his clothes and prepare to take a shower, which meant that my plan had to start being implemented.

The senior entered the bathroom to take a shower, and soon the dull sound of water spraying from the shower was heard. I've been paying attention to the time since he entered the bathroom. I feel that every second is three times slower than usual, but at the same time, I feel that time is going too fast. After the second hand finally completed five circles, I took a very deep breath, then stripped naked and walked into the bathroom shivering.

Because there was only a thin wooden wall separating us, I could clearly hear the noise coming from next door, the sound of soap moving all over my body and producing foam. Such impromptu noises already made me feel as if I was standing naked in front of my senior. I put my hand on the cold flush switch, my heart trembling, and kept thinking that it was not too late to turn back. Just when I was hesitating, I heard the sound of flushing water from next door. The senior was already washing his body. If I hesitated any longer, he would finish his shower and leave the bathroom, and my plan would be ruined. I forced myself to regain consciousness, and for some reason I suddenly remembered the erotic literature. The plot of the story flashed through my mind like a slideshow. I seemed to hear the excited gasps of the beautiful young woman when she was having sex with her lover. The gasps mixed with the sound of water next door, forming a strange resonance. I closed my eyes, thinking of the scene of the foam on the penis being washed off by the running water. At this moment, something was produced in my body. That indescribable thing that came from nowhere passed through the nerves and blood vessels to my fingertips, and then with a "whoosh", the shower head turned on.

The hot water stimulated my skin like needles. It seemed as if all the cells in my body had become sensitive areas. Taking a shower felt like being caressed by thousands of small hands. "Ah! ..." I couldn't help but scream out due to the great stimulation.

The people next door must have heard my screams and the shower sounds just now. He should be surprised now that there is someone living in the room next door. The noise from next door became lower and lower as my vigilance increased, and finally only the sound of water on my side was left, singing alone. The water vapor produced by the hot water filled the entire room more and more, and finally some of it was pushed to the small hole I had dug earlier and went through it along the convection.

Looking at the place where the fragrant white smoke was coming out, the senior should have known that there was a small hole there, a hole that was as tempting and dangerous as Pandora's box. But, will he see it? If he remains calm like Liu Xiahui, then all my efforts will be in vain... There was no movement on the other side of the wooden wall, as quiet as a grave. Has the senior quietly returned to his room? Now that I think about it, he is someone who is likely to do that. Five minutes passed, which was beyond the limit of most people's tug-of-war with curiosity. There was still no sign at all. I thought the plan had failed. When I was about to reach out to turn off the shower head, a gaze suddenly flashed in the foggy black hole.

At that moment my world was still, and I could see myself and my senior from a third-party perspective. It was like I was sitting in the audience but seeing myself performing on the stage. It was an amazing feeling, and this experience may only happen two or three times in your life. The eternal moment will not stay for too long, and soon - God presses the play button again. The water droplets on the skin began to roll, converged into a river in the tiny depressions, and then flowed directly towards the vagina. I suppressed the trembling from my body, turned off the water and squeezed out some shower gel, first drawing a milky white line on my abdomen, and then slowly spreading it in circles with my palms. I could feel that gaze staring at me, and I felt a little scared but unwilling to leave. This attitude aroused my desire to perform... My hand slowly moved upwards and quickly touched the breast. At first, I fiddled with the nipple intentionally or unintentionally - at this time I could still retain some rationality, but when my fingers touched the granules of the areola, my eyes began to become blurred, and became as gray and foggy as a morning in Paris.

As the steam in the bathroom gradually thinned, the primitive desire in the hole slowly emerged. I felt the hole breathing; it had been dead since I had created it, and until this moment it had a life of its own and was breathing. The familiar heavy breathing sound made me confused and excited. Following that breath, I seemed to be able to penetrate the wooden wall and see his wild posture on the other side: he also had a blurred look in the eyes, and his chest expanded and contracted because of his heavy breathing. The slightly sparse chest hair became thicker as he went down, and when it reached the pubic hair, it was just a shady bush. A huge tree stood in the grass. Its trunk was smooth and straight, and its unique tilt, wrinkles, and swelling made it look like a postmodern work of art, making people marvel at the wonders of life. The senior student wrapped his slender fingers around his unique penis and stroked it with an extremely regular rhythm, so regular that one would mistakenly think there was a metronome there, which formed a sharp contrast with his own chaotic and uneven breathing.

Feeling my senior masturbating, my hand couldn't help but slide towards his vagina. The emotions on the other side were affected by this action and became noticeably more intense. For a moment I had the illusion that the wall was bent. I took a deep breath and inserted my fingers into my vagina. Instantly, a warm current rushed out from my lower body and spread throughout my body. It seemed as if everything around me had darkened, and then a searchlight shone on my private parts. No matter how I moved my body, the light followed me closely, making me look like a dancer who went on stage without being ready, full of flaws. I felt very ashamed, so I quickly turned on the shower and let the water curtain fall.

This time the waterfall gave me a feeling of happiness as if I was wrapped in warmth. The gradually forming fog made the space return to a hazy and safe state, and the sight was no longer so direct and strong. After the extreme nervous tension just now, as soon as I relaxed I felt like I was on a roller coaster rushing down. I felt itchy in my bladder and urethra, and I couldn't help but reach down to touch it, but my hand involuntarily touched the clitoris. "Ah! ..." I couldn't help but scream out because of the electric shock-like pleasure. But the sound did not bounce back from the wall, but seemed to be sucked into the hole and disappeared bit by bit. The pleasure in my lower body continued to grow high, gradually pulling me out of consciousness like a drug addiction. I felt that I was hopeless and could only sink deeper and deeper. I stimulated the clitoris with my thumb and inserted my index and middle fingers into the vagina to rub the inner wall. The force became stronger and stronger, and the movements became more and more rough. The pleasure accumulated repeatedly - higher and higher, until I was about to fall down, "Ah...ah...ah!!!" Finally, my body was squeezed out of the remaining sound, and a slippery liquid continued to flow out of my vagina. I had an orgasm.

I was in a trance for a while, and only came back to my senses after the afterglow of the climax subsided. After taking a look at the movement on the other side of the hole, I found that the senior was no longer there. Everything was quiet and returned to the purely physical state of the gap.

I dried myself with a towel, then walked back to the bedroom, sat in front of the mirror on the dressing table, looked at my body, and sorted out my confused thoughts. Maybe because she had just taken a shower, her body looked quite clear and plump, like a piece of white jade. I put on black underwear, a low-necked T-shirt on the outside, and hot pants underneath. This combination was to make my cleavage and legs more prominent. Apart from the face, these are the only parts of your body that can attract male animals.

The plan had to go smoothly at this stage, so I forced myself to open the door, walked to the next room, and knocked on the door with shaking hands. The knock was so faint that I couldn't even hear it. At first there was a sound of something colliding in the room, and then there was silence, but the silence was so deliberate as if to pretend that there was no one in the room. The unsettling feeling reappeared, and the thought of giving up kept coming into my mind tonight, so much so that my consciousness became numb. I squeezed out my remaining strength and knocked on the door again, but still heard no sound - the only way I knew I had knocked was from the feel of my knuckles. I figured it would be the same no matter how many times I knocked, so I decided to give up. When this decision was made, two emotions arose at the same time: one was a strong sense of shame, and the other was a sense of security; the latter was greater than the former at the beginning. Just as I turned my head, ready to go back to face a sleepless night, the door suddenly opened without warning.

I was so frightened that I took several steps back. The senior looked at me with a very peculiar look, which was the most complicated look I had ever seen in my life: strangeness, fear, doubt, familiarity, curiosity, sexual desire, self-restraint... and some emotions that I didn’t know how to describe correctly, mixed in the senior’s pupils in different and still changing proportions. I was deeply attracted by the deep and complex human nature, and just watched (or was watched) purely without being able to speak.

"Is... is there something wrong?" It was the senior who broke the deadlock first. His voice sounded like something flying from a distant planet. It was vague and ethereal at first, and then it passed through the atmosphere and turned into a huge fireball and hit my head. I came back to my senses and realized that I had to say something in response to him quickly.

"I...I..." At first I was like a patient with aphasia, stuttering and unable to speak. I tried hard to recall the lines I had prepared to say, but the harder I tried, the harder it was for me to remember. I lowered my head, and my face must have been very red. It was as if a translucent gel was injected between me and my senior, and time and space were pushed out. Only the water drops on the ends of my hair fell on the corridor and were absorbed by the wooden boards. Looking at the irregularly shaped wet marks, I suddenly remembered what I wanted to say.

"My...senior...the hair dryer in my...room is...broken. Can...can I borrow...borrow...your hair dryer to...use..." Overcome by uncontrollable clumsiness, I spoke incoherently in one breath, and then stood there with my head down like a child who had done something wrong, my head buzzing. I don't know if it was a few minutes or seconds later, but I heard the sound of swallowing saliva. The sound was particularly obvious in contrast to the quiet environment. I looked up reflexively and accidentally met the senior's gaze. The sudden embarrassment made us quickly look away from each other. "Yes...yes...please come in." The senior student hurriedly turned aside to let me in.

There was an unusually quiet atmosphere in the room, and even the air flowing through it seemed to slow down. The senior’s backpack was placed next to the bed, containing his spare clothes. On the bedside table were his watch, wallet, glasses and TV remote control. The remote control reminded me of the porn channel I had just watched. "The hair dryer is in the bathroom." The senior said in a low voice with his back to me. I walked into the bathroom and naturally the first thing I saw was the hole. Although it feels different from this side, it is indeed the same thing, the thing that was transmitting a large amount of sensory information just now, which was originally alive but is now dead, and now looks like just an extremely ordinary gap.

When I turned on the hair dryer, the high-pitched and chaotic mechanical sound filled the room. I raised the hair dryer and let plenty of warm air blow onto my wet head, while running my left hand fingers through my hair and combing it. I performed this movement slowly, feeling as if I could directly touch the tangle of my thoughts, which helped to calm me down a little. I calculated a reasonable amount of time and began counting down, concentrating entirely on the decreasing number and not thinking about anything else. A few minutes passed and the count returned to zero. I took a deep breath and turned off the hair dryer. Suddenly, everything around me became eerily quiet. I exhaled the breath I had just inhaled, turned around, opened the door and went out.

The senior was leaning against the head of the bed reading a book, and he seemed to be startled when I opened the door.

"Senior, my hair is done, thank you..."

"Is...is that so? That's good..." He didn't look at me when he spoke, and his focus was not on the book.

The air froze again. No, it can't. It took a lot of effort to get to this point. If I give up now, all the embarrassment I have experienced before will be wasted. I imagined myself as a robot that had been programmed. Now I pressed the switch, and all my subsequent actions were automatic and controlled by the devil, and had nothing to do with my own thoughts.

"I'm so tired today, senior." I walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, then turned to face him.

"Is... is that so?" The senior looked up at me, and after our eyes met, he quickly looked away.

"Schoolgirl, how did you know I live here?"

"I booked the room, of course I know that."

"I see…"

"Senior, how do you feel about living here? Is there any place that you feel uncomfortable?" I asked.

"No... I don't think so. The bed... the bed is quite comfortable to sleep on." he said.

"I think..." I paused for a moment, closed my eyes and meditated for a few seconds, then opened my eyes, looked at the senior with a smile, and continued, "I think the sound insulation here is not very good..." The senior seemed to be moved by something, and the expression on his face changed slightly.

"Okay... okay... it seems like that..."

"Senior... did you hear any noise coming from my room just now?"

"No...nothing...I didn't...hear anything..." The senior's voice was wrinkled with anxiety and sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Well... I seemed to hear some TV sounds in the senior's room just now..." He paused deliberately, "some sounds from the TV..." The senior stared at the TV without blinking, as if some rare scenes were being broadcast in it and he was reluctant to look away.

"Senior, what were you looking at just now..." I said as I slowly approached him, and his eyes had to shift to me. "Can I watch it with you?"

"No...this...no...no...isn't good." He tried to avoid my approach. I supported myself on the bed with my left hand, found the remote control with my right hand, and pressed the switch in the approximate direction behind me. "Ah...ah...ah..." I looked at the senior and he looked at me. We stared at each other for a while, neither of us daring to move first, letting the obscene sounds and words from the porn channel fill us. My hair was still a little wet, and the water flowed through the hair, accumulated a certain amount of water at the collarbone, and then gently slid into the cleavage. The heroine in the porn film continued to moan, but perhaps because it was still foreplay, the volume was not loud. My left hand felt something slowly taking shape under the quilt.

I put the remote down, then held the senior's hand and moved it towards my chest. At first he resisted a little; "Senior... I... I want..." I pulled his hand again, and this time the resistance was smaller, and I successfully pulled his hand over.

When he touched my breast, my hand reflexively retracted, so I leaned forward and actively let my breast touch him, and I didn't avoid it this time. But his hands didn't move at all, and his whole hands were cold; I guided his hands to draw circles on my breasts, and gradually his hands began to warm up, and his fingers were able to exert force and slowly sink into my breasts. Ah...what a comfortable touch, it feels different from when I touch it myself. My desire gradually grew, and I reached behind me to unhook my bra. Then I guided my senior's hand into the loose space at the bottom of my bra. The cold touch felt like a snake crawling up. When the snake's tongue licked my nipple, my whole body shrank, because that's my sensitive area... He seemed to interpret something from my body's reaction, and began to pinch my nipple with his thumb and index finger, rubbing it gently. "Ah...ah..." Waves of intense numbness came from the nipples, driving away the rationality in my brain. I left his lips and couldn't help biting his shoulder.

The senior's body tensed up from the pain. I lay back with my arms around his neck, and he placed his hands on both sides of my head. He looked at me with a high-handed attitude, and his eyes were much more aggressive, which was different from the seniors I usually knew. I was not used to this strange feeling, so I shifted my gaze and looked at the bite mark I had just left on his neck. The bite marks were purple and black with red threads, and they were getting closer and closer. The senior lowered his head and kissed my neck, then my chest, and then slowly moved down to my breasts. His lower lip rested on the bottom of her chest for a moment, then he kissed slowly and gently, like climbing a mountain, moving towards her nipple, and the last kiss landed right on the nipple. I couldn't help but let out a soft cry. The senior stared at me for a few seconds. His eyes were like a lion that was eating meat and was startled by something, so it looked up, but when it didn't notice anything unusual, it continued to focus on its prey.

The senior started licking my nipples with his tongue. "Mmm...ah!" The numbing feeling appeared again, and the stimulation was even stronger than just now when using hands. I felt as if hundreds of ants were crawling on my breasts and they were extremely itchy. "Itchy...no...it's so itchy..." I moaned like a sleeper, but this did not stop the senior. He continued to lick my nipples with interest. The tips of my nipples became crystal clear because of the saliva and the light, as delicious and tempting as strawberries with fructose. However, he did not linger on such a lusty dessert, but explored deeper and more mysterious unknown areas.

The tip of his tongue slid along the curve of her waist like skating, and when it reached her belly button, he playfully drew circles at the opening; the circles he drew gradually became larger, and after four or five circles, his tongue encountered some obstacles. He raised his head and looked at me, with the kind of eyes that showed that he could have whatever he wanted at certain moments. I stared at him in a trance, and then my head clicked as if it was controlled. Looking back, I think this is what is called being possessed...

After getting permission, the senior started to unbutton my hot pants. Maybe because I was nervous, I spent a lot of time on the first button, but fortunately the zipper part went much smoother. However, when he grabbed the edge of his pants and tried to pull them down, he could still clearly feel that they were both trembling slightly. Even though I felt a little uneasy at this time, after all, I was the one who seduced the senior first, and it didn't matter how things developed to this point. With this decadent mentality, I raised my butt slightly and let the senior take off my pants.

She was only wearing a pair of panties, and the thin underwear gave off a sour smell of female hormones. Following the scent, the senior buried his head between my legs and gently pressed the tip of his nose against my pubic mound. I felt the hot air coming out of his heavy breathing. This subtle teasing brought me great stimulation. I was so nervous that my whole body was stiff and I couldn't move. Suddenly, something wet touched my vagina. "Ah!!" My whole body twitched and I screamed loudly, so I quickly covered my mouth with my hands. The senior's tongue kept brushing back and forth below me, and the immense pleasure almost made me lose my mind. Even though I put my hands in front of my mouth to try not to let the desire burst, the whimper of pleasure still seeped out from the gaps between my fingers. My sexual desire was aroused to the highest point and my whole body was burning.

Just when I was lost in the chaotic pleasure, the senior suddenly stopped moving. The sudden emptiness made me a little overwhelmed. Fortunately, this situation did not last long, and soon an object filled the gap: a long hard object.

I was shocked because the senior had just taken off his pants and his tongue was replaced by his glans, which was gently rubbing my vagina. "Ah...ah...no...no...no...like this..." The senior ignored me and put one hand on my bent knees. With the other hand, he rubbed his penis up and down. My lower body became so wet. The senior's glans should have been covered with my vaginal fluid. As the senior moved, my sanity seemed to be scraped off piece by piece, and finally, I couldn't stand it anymore; I reached down and pulled the middle layer of cloth in my underwear aside. When he understood what I meant, he pushed his glans in.

The first thing I felt was the pain of a foreign object piercing my body, and then came the incredible feeling of absurdity. "Am I having sex with my senior in the real space?!" At this moment, I suddenly became aware of the present moment, and it was the strongest time in my life. I could sense how my future self felt when he recalled this moment. This feeling is hard to describe in words. It's like being sucked into a wormhole, with my head and feet sucked in by the past and the future and extending endlessly. For the first time, I felt that my thoughts couldn't keep up with my body. The huge gears of time rolled over me, and I began to run as fast as a tape, but the contents of the tape were all blank, so I couldn't tell whether it was fast forward or rewind. Just when one end seemed to be about to reach its limit, there was a loud snap and something huge broke. Then I was ejected and my body floated gently down. After a while, a gray soft thing caught me. I tried to stand up but could not move, as if my bones had been pulled out. Abandoned by the flow of time, I lay there quietly like a corpse. There was nothing there, only eternal silence.

At this time, there was some movement in the distance. At first it was just a very weak vibration, and then it gradually became more specific. I originally thought it was because the amplitude was getting bigger and bigger, but later I found out that it was actually the epicenter that was constantly approaching me - closer and closer, close enough to be able to grasp the distance specifically; the source of the vibration was the collision, and the location was just below me - in my vagina: there was a thick thing that was constantly colliding. It rubs against the inner wall of the vagina to generate a large amount of heat energy, and after the heat energy accumulates there to a certain level, it gradually flows to other places; then, with the vagina as the center, other parts of the body also begin to regain consciousness.

After I opened my eyes, the senior's face gradually emerged. I suddenly thought of the animal psychology I had read before, which said that newborn birds will regard the first thing they see as their mother, and then stick to it inseparable, which is called imprinting phenomenon. I don’t know if this theory can be applied to certain specific human states, but what is certain is that I can’t take my eyes off my senior now. He is no longer as wild as before. Instead, he looks at me with a hazy and melancholy look, a look that I think few women can resist. I looked at him intently, and his movements slowly stopped. He looked at me with the same intent. We held our breath and looked at each other for a while, as if we were using each other's eyes as a mirror. "Ha!" At this moment, I sneezed unexpectedly, just breaking this strange state of stillness. Seeing my embarrassing look, the senior couldn't help laughing, and the atmosphere suddenly became a lot more relaxed.

"Are you cold?" The first person to speak was the senior.

"No... no... it's just..."

"Um?"

"Just... a little nervous." The senior laughed and said he was the same.

“We are missing an important step,” he said. I thought about it for a moment and nodded shyly. The senior slowly leaned his head towards me and we kissed each other. It was just a light kiss at first, but a small gap appeared between the lips during the friction, and a unique masculine smell spread from the gap, a bit like the smell of crushed weeds, and both of them were trembling slightly. After getting used to each other's kiss, the trembling gradually calmed down, and then it naturally developed into a French kiss. I pried open his teeth and slipped my tongue in, first touching it lightly with the tip of my tongue, and then licking along the edges of his tongue. At this time, his tongue moved like an awakened snake, entwined with my tongue, and they continued to secrete water under the stimulation of passion, and we took turns sucking the abundant lustful juice.

At this time, I felt a sense of fullness in my lower body that was slowly growing, and it became harder than before. The senior began to thrust his penis again. Now, in addition to the tenderness in my mouth, there was another huge pleasure rushing out from below, and then the senior's hands were working on my breasts again. Under the triple stimulation, my body reached an unprecedented sensory state; I unconsciously raised my lower body to meet his impact, and this time with a clear mind I could firmly feel the layers of pleasure building up. At this time, the senior's mouth and hands suddenly separated from me.

"I...I think I'm about to cum..." He tried to pull out his penis, but I held him down with my legs to prevent him from leaving. He was puzzled. I lied to him by telling him I had taken the birth control pill and that I planned to take it afterward. He had no time to distinguish between truth and falsehood; the man's sexual impulse hindered his thinking. Before long he began to tremble as he thrusted, and ejaculated all at once. When the powerful column of semen hit my vagina, the heightened sensory reaction gave me the illusion that I was in heaven. I screamed in ecstasy, letting out all the tension and anxiety that had accumulated during this period. Then, the feeling of excitement gradually decreased with time, and the thing gradually shrank until it returned to its original shape and was then pulled out.

A gentle kiss fell on my forehead, and I closed my eyes to feel the warmth of love. Under the gaze of lustful eyes, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

I think what the original poster said makes sense.

I think what the original poster said makes sense.