1.Pleasure

Xufan stared at the polished marble floor, and exhaled deeply. The opulence of the Qin estate threatened to engulf her.

This residence was a gilded prison, each room whispering of her husband Qin Cheng's neglect, her father-in-law Qin Yi Chen's indifference and her mother-in-law Shuang Xiao's barely concealed contempt.

Xufan barely recognized it as a home. The sprawling mansion, built in the late Qing Dynasty, was adorned with ornate carvings depicting fierce dragons, fearsome tigers, and scenes from China's glorious past.

The walls were lined with priceless vases and paintings, which Xufan felt she had to whisper around, lest she woke the ancient artworks from their eternal slumber.

Xufan sighed as she prepared for another lonely night. Turning her back on the cold, disapproving art, she glanced at the opulent four-poster bed, where her husband Qin Cheng barely graced her presence. She yearned for his touch, for any sign that he wanted her as much as she desired him.

Lately Qin Cheng had become a stranger to her, immersed in his quest for his father's approval. Wincing in frustration, Xufan slipped out of her silk robe, the cool air causing her nipples to harden.

She ran a hand over her abdomen, the curve of her hips, tracing them slowly. How she wished Cheng would do the same, that he would explore her body with his rough hands, claim her. Frustrated, she curled her fingers between her legs, a soft moan escaping as she found the dampness there.

Fingers slick with her own desire, she teased her clit, her breath hitching as she imagined Cheng's rough, calloused hands on her. She could feel the pulsing ache deep within her core, a hunger that she craved to be filled by him. But alas, the hallway outside her bedroom door remained deathly silent.

Determined to take matters into her own hands, she slipped between the cool cotton sheets and grasped the base of her trusty vibrator, her body arching in pleasure as she turned it on.

The powerful buzz seeped into her flesh, her loins clenching in expectation. She slid the toy slickly along her swollen slit, her breaths growing shallow and ragged.

She thought of Qin Cheng's hands, those strong fingers that knew how to tame a wild beast and how to bring her to the edge of ecstasy. She imagined the rough stubble of his beard scratching along her neck as he pinned her down on the cool marble floor, his lips devouring hers as he thrust into her with a rough, animalistic intensity.

Xufan's body trembled and she spread her legs wider, sliding the vibrator deep inside her soaking wet pussy. Panting, she turned the toy to its highest setting, the intense vibrations sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

She could feel the sweet release building inside her as she thrust the toy in and out of herself with reckless abandon.

She imagined Qin Cheng's strong hands gripping her hips, guiding her to take him deeper, faster.

The vibrator pulsed against her G-spot, and she gripped the sheets of the bed, her nails digging into the fabric. She could feel her orgasm rapidly approaching, and she bucked her hips, throwing her head back in a silent scream of pleasure.

The vibrator slipped out of her, landing with a plop on the pristine white sheets. She panted, her body limp with satisfaction, before picking up the device once more and bringing it back to her insurance vendor.

With a final, shuddering gasp, she allowed herself to fall into the abyss of her own making.

Still, it all felt so empty. She craved Cheng's body, his warmth. She yearned for the real thing to finally enter her. Her hand slid over her stomach and breasts, lingering as if to remember how his hands felt upon her body.

The furthest they had gotten in their sex life was foreplay. She has been married for two year already but she had only been able to reach that far.

She never had sex with her husband because she wasn't ready on their honeymoon. The timing didn't feel right for her, and she needed more time to feel comfortable and prepared for such an intimate experience.

Unfortunately, shortly after their honeymoon, they returned home, and her husband had to fly out almost immediately to fix an urgent business deal overseas. 

Her husband had been back for two weeks now, but despite being physically present, he hadn't made any move to touch her or initiate intimacy. This lack of physical connection and the prolonged period of absence left Xu Fan feeling increasingly anxious.

She couldn't help but worry about the state of their relationship and what his hesitation might mean for their future together. The anticipation and uncertainty were causing her significant distress, as she longed for closeness and reassurance from her husband.

Her fingers continued to strum herself gently, imagining the feeling of Qin Cheng's breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

She closed her eyes and drifted into a sultry daydream, her fingertips moving faster and faster. Her heart was racing, and she was growing hotter by the second, her breath coming faster and faster, lost in the heat of her own lust.

Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, she cried out as she came, the latest of a long series of clandestine, self-indulgent orgasms that had ended with her lost in the haze of post-orgasmic pleasure.