The Night We Never Spoke Of

I lay in bed, gently stroking his sturdy figure, pleading softly for him to slow down. I longed for gentle caresses and lingering kisses, not the almost frenzied passion at the moment.

His lips, tongue and fingers still ignited the sparks of desire on my body. My body betrayed my will and convulsed and undulated with his rhythm. I was lost in the sweetness of lust, and reason was completely replaced by instinct.

We were confused in passion, and the messy scene on the bed was like a portrayal of our messy thoughts at the moment. I leaned against him, trying to find a trace of clarity, but was led into deeper confusion by his caresses.

He sat me on his lap, kneading the two points on my chest with his hands, and licking the slightly swollen nipples with his lips. The numb feeling spread from those two points, I couldn't help trembling, and the flower path contracted uncontrollably, lingeringly sucking him.

The intense pleasure made me want to beg him to spare me, but desire blinded my eyes and heart, and I didn't want him to leave my body. We tossed in the stormy passion, and finally reached the climax in extreme pleasure.

We were still in each other's arms, longing for more. I stroked his face gently, and his eyes reflected my current state - flushed face, misty eyes, like a drowning man finally breathing fresh air again.

We had both experienced death and rebirth, and were still lost in this secret garden that belonged to the two of us. I know that when I pick up my senses again tomorrow, I will shyly face the day,

but I will also miss the madness brought by the night. This is the duality of human nature, my lover, you have revealed the charm of my other side.

The dawn light penetrated through the window lattices, scattered into the room, illuminating us who were entangled.

The hangover made my head split and my lower body soft and weak. Why do I feel so uncomfortable? I opened my eyes, the strange big hands by the bed, and the man's arm blocking my waist, made me instantly sober.

My God, did I really go to bed with him? I never thought there would be such a day. Although one-night stands are common among modern people, I have never been an arbitrary and indulgent woman.

I was still comforting myself, but the man's heat and breathing constantly reminded me of the scenes of our crazy entanglement last night.

I tried to recall the scenes last night. The cause was a friend's wedding. After drinking a lot of alcohol, I couldn't remember how he took me to the room.

The discomfort of the body made the memory fragments of pictures and sounds gradually clear. How the man danced on me, and I also groaned softly, begging him to be lighter.

From the bed to the sofa, from the bathroom to the corner, he almost took me to experience every place in the room where we could indulge freely.

This idea made me blush to the extreme, and my heartbeat accelerated a lot. All the evidence indicates that our madness was not limited to once.

"Uh..." An uncontrollable soft groan escaped, I hurriedly covered my mouth, afraid to disturb the man's sleep.

The man's big hands lingered on my chest, sometimes light kneading and sometimes heavy pinching, as if playing a rare instrument, making my body dance to the melody.

The hand that was originally on my waist also slid between my thighs. The fingers brushed lightly as if there were none, gently pressing and slowly kneading the clitoris, shallowly piercing the flower entrance without entering. My body gradually reacted, and my private place was also covered with sweet dew.

I felt that the giant behind me had also awakened, squeezing between my thighs and swaying vigorously back and forth.

"Uh...ah..." Uncontrollable soft groans flowed out, and I had no resistance after just tasting the forbidden fruit.

While I resisted lightly, I indulged in pleasure. The tender complaint in my mouth turned into pleading. I begged him to stop, but my body craved more.

The man took turns occupying two key places, and my resistance was just for show. Stop one place, the other place will move secretly.

In order to stop the riotous hands, I unconsciously clenched my thighs, but because of the lubrication of the dew, the giant slid back and forth outside the petals, stimulating the sparks in me.

After several rounds, I finally gave up the meaningless resistance. Under the guidance of the man, I gradually entered the pleasures, twisting my tender body, longing to climb to the peak with him.

His hands began to wander between my breasts, and his restless fingers made me groan softly. The secret garden inside me also began to bloom slowly. I was deeply intoxicated in the sinful pleasure he gave me, I just wanted to lose myself in this joy and never wake up.

His fingers lingered and lingered on my clitoris, teasing the congested clitoris gently and heavily, rushing the heat flow. My flower path became wet and slippery, greedily sucking his fingers, looking forward to a hotter and longer visitor.

"Oh, my love, come in, my flower path can't wait for you." I invited tenderly. His wild roar indicated that he was also impatient. When his hot rod plunged in, crushing every inch of sensitive tender flesh, I was finally satisfied, moaning long.

He went in and out of me, hitting the flower heart heavily each time, pushing me to peak after peak. We found the rhythm in this symphony of flesh, chasing extreme pleasure in unison.

After another deep and fierce thrust, my flower path tightly sucked him, unable to continue this sweet torture. His fiery heat finally erupted in my depths, we climbed to the clouds at the same time, truly fusing into one at that moment.

My name is Amelia, a graduate student who just graduated with a master's degree. I am going to an interview now, this is an opportunity I hardly got after going through layers of examinations with my own ability, in one of the top multinational companies in the industry. Although it is only a small assistant position, the salary and benefits are incomparable to other companies, and many people want to get in every time they recruit.

I opened the door of the interview room and bowed politely. When I raised my body, there were three interviewers sitting in front of me. The middle-aged one looked like the head, and the guy on the right seemed to be in charge of the interview process. Finally, I glanced at the one on the left, my eyes widened and I almost screamed.

It's him!

Two years ago, the gentleman I had an intimate relationship with!

Except that he looked more stable and manly, that handsome face and appearance were exactly the same as before, absolutely unmistakable.

I never thought that the man back then would be one of the interviewers. I don't know if this is a lucky thing or an unlucky thing. I was so anxious.

"Miss Anderson, please have a seat." The interviewer in the middle spoke without looking up, flipping through the materials in his hand, looking like the head of the three.

"Thank you." I took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to sit down in the chair in front of the interviewers.

"Miss Anderson, what do you know about the company? Also, what are your career plans and expectations?" The head began a series of routine questions after reviewing my information.

I took a sneaky glance at the one on the left. He was reading the written materials and didn't seem to notice me.

I calmed down and answered seemingly perfect answers to the questions I had prepared in advance without hesitation.

In the process of questioning and answering, the interview passed quickly. The middle-aged head wrote a brief comment on the interview materials. He asked the other two on the left and right if there was anything else to add.

Both shook their heads. The head turned to me and said, "Miss Anderson, thank you very much for your participation. We will notify you of the result in a few days." Then he nodded to the one on the left and asked him to call in the next interviewee.

"Thank you very much for giving me the opportunity for an interview." I maintained a confident and firm attitude and politely left the interview room.