Autor：Aunt Qing
Jiangnan Villa, Number One Mansion. The lady of the house, Liu Wanqing, was breastfeeding her newborn, squeezing hard as the baby suckled. Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes was peering through the crack of the bedroom door.
Autor：Fei Ling
My name is Yang Xiaoyao, the only child in the family. For someone, especially living in the countryside, sexual awakening comes quite late. Although in rural areas, when we kids quarreled or fought, we often said things like 'screw your mom,' none of us had actually seen a woman's private parts, let alone our own mother's. Before I was born, my father had a fiery temper and often beat my mother. However, after I was born, smiles appeared on my mother's face, which had been almost devoid of them. She was overjoyed to have a son like me. In the countryside, arranged marriages were common. My mother was originally a great beauty but had no choice in the matter and ended up marrying my father in a daze, so she knew no happiness. But after having me, my mother no longer cared about my father's temper and took meticulous care of me, spoiling me especially. They say a son is close to his mother, that a son is his mother's first lover. So, I was always clinging to my mother, often nestling in her arms acting spoiled. By then, at eight years old, I had been weaned but still enjoyed kneading my mother's ample breasts. My mother would always blush prettily and let me do as I pleased.
Autor：hide1988
A soft cry escaped as a strong sense of shame made Zhao Ling press down on the large hand reaching between her legs, while tightly clamping her thighs together. However, the texture and resilience of the young girl's beautiful legs only excited Li Dafu even more. He lowered his head to press against her parted, sensual red lips. His ugly, aged face, yellowed teeth, and strong halitosis caused Zhao Ling to twist her head continuously. The more she resisted, the more excited Li Dafu became, his thick lips relentlessly pursuing, his tongue sliding back and forth across her fragrant, smooth cheeks. Just as Zhao Ling was nearly overwhelmed by Li Dafu's foul breath, she felt the hand trapped against her lower body suddenly flick upwards, landing on her virgin territory that had never been touched before. Even through the thin layer of fabric, the intense stimulation caused her body to shudder violently, her mind going blank. Seizing the opportunity, her tender red lips were finally captured, as Li Dafu forcefully pressed his lips against hers, his tongue delving directly into her soft, slippery mouth.
Autor：CJ's Little Goddess
Focused on passion, high heat, and multiple partners, this story was initially intended to be purely about passion but somehow ended up with a lot of plot. One is a cold, ruthless CEO with a strong possessive desire, treating her as his exclusive slave, merciless yet deeply in love, stopping at nothing to have her. The other is a passionate, loving man who cherishes her dearly, a connoisseur of voluptuous women and lolitas, charming yet roguish, handsome but a scoundrel. The kitten, burdened with a bizarre background, navigates her difficult yet blissful life around them. Is it profound love or overwhelming desire? From chaotic hotels to yachts of lust; from the boundless sea to the dense jungle; from perilous Myanmar to romantic Italy; from the opulent mansions to intoxicating night feasts; love and desire, at this moment, among the three, bloom brilliantly.
Autor：Caty112956
The novel about training a bitch is really nauseating! I couldn't even continue with the typesetting. If you're interested, just bear with it and take a look....
Autor：newface
I rarely write about the War of Resistance, as most narratives from the mainland are about how heroic and righteous the Communist Party was, always considering the bigger picture... However, having studied history, I know that some characters in the story may seem to follow the usual tropes, but in reality... hehe... - -
Autor：Siwa Mahua (Stockings Mahua)
The character setting of this article has always focused on married women and mature women, because in stockings-themed stories, married women and mature women are eternal themes. The initial focus of the conditioning was on the female protagonist, Bai Yanni, using the method of kidnapping her daughter to force her to submit. The identity of the female protagonist and her moral bottom line do not allow her to yield to the criminals, so the conditioning naturally occurs. This article, during the conditioning of the female protagonist, perfectly captures the various changes in her heart and that complex psychology. For example, when conditioning Bai Yanni, her body clearly experiences great pleasure, but due to her sense of shame, she appears extremely resistant. This surface resistance, combined with the longing in her heart, creates a stark contrast that feels both thrilling and realistic. Of course, the description of the conditioning process is extremely detailed, and the final submission of the female protagonist also feels natural, without any sense of abruptness.
Autor：The Brand of Yue Nu
From then on, the master often brought many SM videos for us to watch together. The scenes of bondage, flogging, and chains made my blood boil and passion ignite. My private parts were swollen for two weeks, making my walk strange. I dared not go out, and it being summer, I also dared not wear underwear, fearing it would cause heat rash, festering, and infection. The master said since no one would come home anyway, I might as well be naked. After watching the SM videos, it seemed I could psychologically accept this, so I followed the master's advice and being naked at home every day became very natural. From then on, my private parts became extremely sensitive, leaking lustful fluids at the slightest touch, and I seemed to have become more lascivious myself. The master played with me anytime, anywhere, and I became accustomed to it...
Autor：Attending physician
My name is Xiao Xin, the only child in the family. Both my parents are highly educated intellectuals; my dad works at a foreign trade company, and my mom is an elementary school teacher. They have always been very strict with me, especially my mom, since she was my homeroom teacher in elementary school. Under their strict discipline, I was considered a model student with excellent grades and behavior throughout elementary school. From first to sixth grade, I almost always scored full marks in Chinese and math. At school, my mom was always proud of me. After graduating from elementary school, I was recommended to a prestigious provincial middle school due to my outstanding performance. In the first midterm exam of seventh grade, I still ranked first in my class. After the parent-teacher meeting, my mom came back beaming with joy because the teacher had praised me several times during the meeting.
Autor：Xiaojinhuan2000
A mixed bag, an ultra-long story. Ye Dong was walking in the corridor, gazing at the scenery outside the window. In the distance, a graceful figure was approaching, carrying a backpack with one hand, moving elegantly.
Autor：wind1987
Prologue: The Buddha said, 'The Bodhi is not a tree, nor is the mirror a stand. Originally there is nothing, where could dust arise?' Under the temptation of worldly desires, even the purest heart can be eroded. After the passion, what remains is only confusion about life. I wish to ride the wind and return, yet how can I, when excessive indulgence has blinded my eyes with desire.
