best design

Author: YUREN
Word count: 3849
Jia and I both work in the Design Institute. Because we are about the same age, the courtyard often entrusts us to complete some projects together, and our relationship has become closer because of this.
Even so, I had no contact with her outside of work. From every aspect, she looks like a healthy, lively and beautiful female engineer; but I am a fanatic of FEMDOM.
In my spare time, I often browse a webpage called Ideal Home to relieve stress. I rarely attend colleagues’ gatherings, and I don’t care. I know that I am a lonely person, but this will not affect my ability to live. I have skills, hobbies, and good health. It should be no problem to live peacefully until I am 80 years old.
I don’t know which book said that people with strange addictions are bound to have strange disasters. Generally, every time I finish browsing the FEMDOM webpage, I will immediately clear the history, encrypt the downloaded things, and then go home and sleep.
What I didn’t expect was that human energy is limited after all, and there must be a sparseness in every secret. Just at the night when I finished a big project and was extremely tired, in order to reward myself, I opened the ideal home. And while browsing, Mimi suddenly fell asleep.
I don’t know how long it took, I raised my head from the keyboard and found that there was an extra person beside me. Suddenly, I felt my heartbeat stop. Because the person is looking at the computer screen, which is a familiar picture of home. She is Jia.
[font=Tahoma,] “So you are the prodigal son!” She was unexpectedly calm.
[font=Tahoma, ] “Don’t be nervous, I have been in my homeland for almost half a year.”
[font=Tahoma, ] At that time, I didn’t know what my expression was. Maybe I was very tired from work, and I couldn’t say a word. Later, Jia said that I was like a lowly slave who became a thief.
[font=Tahoma, ] We naturally lived together. Jia is still very good to me. Although I can’t go to my hometown every day like before, she will make up for my psychological desire in due course at night. This is at the cost of physical damage. When it’s dark, Jia is never relentless. Jia, in her high heels, old or new, walked over every part of my body except my face every night. So much so that my fingers were once swollen bigger than the computer keys. I can’t operate the keyboard anymore, and I can’t get my work done. Jia Cai showed great kindness and spared my life on the soles of my shoes every night.
[font=Tahoma, ] But it’s not the worst. I found that the days of living with Jia would end at any moment. Because I don’t know if I can wake up the next day.
[font=Tahoma,] The dormitory of the Design Institute does not have a toilet. In winter, you have to brave the severe cold of several degrees below zero to go outside the house to go to the bathroom. It’s not something Jia can stand, thoughShe looks pretty healthy. The toilet she uses is mine.
[font=Tahoma, ] She got into bed, turned on the lamp, put on a blanket, sat on my face, read a book and went to the bathroom at the same time, it was comfortable and warm.
In my life, I believe that nothing heavier than her ass will be pressed on my face. She explained that it is more hygienic to stick it tightly. She has always pursued perfection, and she knows how a woman should perfectly connect with a man’s entrance.
[font=Tahoma, ] This connection is fatal, because it means sealing. Long or short, you must persist for several minutes without oxygen, and learn to let the woman’s excrement pass through your body as quickly as possible. The lack of oxygen makes people stare. If you are lucky, she will finish the job in five minutes, but before you can see whether it is “Reader” or “Girlfriend” in her hand, you are about to brush your teeth. If she’s in a bad mood, you’ll stay under her ass for a longer period of time, and you won’t know when she’s over because you wake up lying under the bed with the smell of that shit in your mouth. The most frightening thing is that in the courtyard, she will make the same demands as at home. Once advised her not to be so presumptuous, she just said lightly: I am not used to squatting toilets. It was nearly a year before she showed a rare discovery of conscience when she said to me one day, “It’s time for a change. I have to reinvent our lives. This will be the best design.”