A fleeting affair

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I am a person who loves freedom and adventure.
When I was young, I went abroad to study alone, and since then, I have become accustomed to living alone.
After graduation, I found a job at a large local company. Besides the better benefits of foreign companies, the more important reason was that I enjoyed the feeling of being alone in a foreign country. Everything was new and exciting, and it seemed like I would never get tired of it. Although loneliness would occasionally well up, at those times I would need a passionate but brief fling. Afterward, I would be full of energy again and continue living alone...
I don't like to have serious, long-term relationships. I feel that doing so would easily destroy the other person's expectations and might also leave me with unpleasant memories. Long ago, before I went abroad to study, I had a long-distance relationship. It was the first and only time in my life that I actively pursued a relationship…
At the beginning of this relationship, the girl sent me a private message to show her concern during a period when I was feeling down. Perhaps it was unintentional, or perhaps she does this to everyone around her, but in any case, I remembered it for a long, long time, even now that the relationship has ended…
Maybe it's because I have a pretty good appearance, plus I'm a bit active, often exercise, and pay attention to my diet, so I'm never short of female friends, whether they're openly or secretly showing interest or making advances? She also admitted that before sending the private message, she had been secretly following my social media updates. She said I looked very sexy, and my smile was as bright as sunshine, giving people a particularly warm feeling…
Because I'm never short of female admirers, I can always find female companions who are willing to have a brief passionate encounter with me without much difficulty. Some friends think I'm playing with women, but I don't think so. It's a matter of principle; I'm genuinely invested in every woman I'm with.
I cherish every fleeting relationship, hoping to create beautiful, memorable memories. Therefore, I prioritize my partner's feelings over my own, and their pleasure brings me greater enjoyment. During sex, I like to first caress my partner, bringing them pleasure and helping them reach orgasm through my lips, tongue, and hands.
Whenever I do this, I'm reminded of the sculpture "The Rap of Proserpina" by Italian artist Gianni Lorenzo Bernini, which I visited at the Borghese Gallerie in Rome.
This work left a deep impression on me; it contains profound emotions and is full of intense visual tension.
The work "The Rap of Proserpina" describes the story of Pluto, the god of the underworld in Greek mythology, who falls in love with the mortal woman Proserpina. However, Proserpina's mother is very strict with her daughter, so Pluto takes advantage of a moment when Proserpina's mother is not paying attention and secretly tries to take Proserpina away from the mortal world.
The scene depicted in "The Rap of Proserpina" is the most emotionally intense in the story. Both the god and the human are naked. Proserpina, with a desperate look in her eyes, struggles desperately to break free from Pluto's embrace. But the tall and strong Pluto lifts her up by her waist and hips, holding her tightly with both hands, his ten fingers sinking into Proserpina's plump, soft, and smooth skin.
"The Rap of Proserpina" is a rare sculpture that evokes a strong emotional resonance within me. When I face my female companions on the bedside table, they are like exquisitely beautiful statues in my hands. I feel like a sculptor shaping their bodies and souls, and I am also like Pluto, the god of the underworld in "The Rap of Proserpina," becoming a part of the artwork myself, intertwined with their bodies and touching their souls. It is a kind of beauty that I am captivated by and unable to extricate myself from...
After working for a few years, due to personnel adjustments, a supervisory position became vacant in France. I was fortunate enough to be consulted about my willingness to transfer. After inquiring about the situation, I readily agreed to the transfer. While nothing in this world comes without a price, and a new position inevitably brings new challenges, including a move to France, this presents a rare opportunity for me to overcome seniority barriers and achieve rapid promotion within the company. After all, our company isn't in a new industry; although it prioritizes ability, seniority is still somewhat important, and besides, I've never shied away from challenges…
I have a long-standing hobby—chess.
I'm a thoughtful person, and since learning chess from my elders as a child, I've enjoyed it immensely, participating in numerous amateur tournaments of all sizes. In the amateur chess community, I'd say my skill level is quite impressive. After going abroad, I rarely had the opportunity to play chess face-to-face, so I could only frequent chess forums. I witnessed the forum's rise from obscurity to its current prominence, and could be considered a forum veteran. Sometimes I would help answer questions in the "Q&A" section or play a few games with newcomers to avoid being accused of being lazy and unproductive.
One day, I logged onto the forum and found a post attracting a lot of attention. Clicking on it, I discovered it was because of a revealing photo that was drawing attention. I was both amused and impressed – this woman was quite savvy!
After all, women on chess forums, especially those with such good looks, are rarer than pandas! As a gentleman who believes "a beautiful lady is sought after by a gentleman," I naturally couldn't resist leaving a few words of praise and joining in the fun.
Later, this woman contacted me a few times and then said she wanted to participate in a challenge tournament organized by the forum and asked me to help improve her skills. So I found some time to play a few more games with her as a mentor. She was very smart, and her chess skills improved quite quickly. I didn't watch the first round of the competition. Afterwards, she told me she won and even started calling me "Master." I thought she was quite cute and didn't say much.
In the second round, I anonymously followed her entire game. Although she won, I noticed a crucial move, "Horse 5 to 7," which seemed too sophisticated and didn't quite fit her skill level and style. So I sent her a message asking if she had someone help her with that move. She replied, "Why do you ask that?"
After that, we chatted several more times and I learned that she had a grandfather who was quite skilled at chess. We chatted about various things privately, and our conversation became less reserved. I felt that she was subtly trying to close the distance between us. I had a feeling that she might have feelings for me. I figured we got along pretty well anyway, so I gave her my usual contact information.
When we contacted each other privately, I deliberately asked, "Why would you ask me to teach you when you have such a skilled grandfather by your side?"
"You're young and single." I could tell there was a hidden meaning in her words. I thought she was quite bold, but I didn't mind. In fact, I found her quite cute, and her voice was very pleasant—the kind of voice that makes you want to meet her immediately. However, I suppressed my excitement, replied with a few laughs, and changed the subject…
A little over a month later, I happened to be going to England for a conference, and I remembered that she was studying there. We had kept in touch during this time, but hadn't taken any further steps to get closer. I guessed she was getting a little impatient. Why not take this opportunity to meet up! So we arranged to have dinner together after arriving in the UK…
Our first meeting didn’t disappoint. She seemed to have dressed up specially, looking even more beautiful than in the photos. Her demeanor was very quiet and graceful, yet she radiated a lively energy from within. She seemed quite excited, perhaps overjoyed at the long-awaited meeting? While I wasn’t as dramatic as her, I was also happy for this pleasant encounter…
We complimented each other, and I deliberately offered my hand to her waist as we sat down. We chatted for quite a while during the meal. This face-to-face conversation was much more intimate than our previous cross-strait exchange. The topics became much more open, even touching on private matters. Anyway, we spoke in Chinese, so the people around us probably couldn’t understand us. Perhaps they already considered us a couple?
Our conversation became increasingly explicit, even touching on our sexual interests. Seeing how direct she was, making no attempt to hide her closeness, I deliberately asked her, "How do you handle your physical needs when there's no man around?" "
That's not a problem," she replied. "My vibrator is top-quality, and it has many other unique features, such as being honest and straightforward, not playing mind games, and never saying goodbye or taking care. It's always there when I need it." Her answer was adorable, with a touch of feigned boldness.
I understood the implication in her words, so I smiled and said, "It just requires frequent battery changes."
She immediately retorted, "My precious is a high-end product; it doesn't need batteries, just charging. It's been excellent all this time, never letting me down."
I laughed even harder this time, responding with a few cheesy laughs to change the awkward silence... After dinner, we strolled around the neighborhood for a bit before saying goodbye. Before parting, I gave her a polite hug, subtly noting her perfume scent, feeling the lingering affection between us. But I knew it wasn't the right time, so I suppressed my reluctance and hailed a taxi...
Two weeks later, I had to go to England for a conference. I thought it was time, but I wanted to give her the initiative—my usual method, letting fate decide. I deliberately only sent her the digits of my flight's arrival time; if she was observant, she would probably notice, right? After all, she was such a smart girl in my memory…
Entering the waiting room, I quickly grabbed my luggage and, with the anticipation of the mystery about to be revealed, rushed to the arrival hall.
Although it wasn't the first time I'd done this, for someone like me who cherishes every fleeting encounter, each one felt like the first, filling me with joy and anticipation. Perhaps there were occasional disappointments, but mostly surprises. Sure enough, I saw her standing at the other end. I was truly lucky. I gave her a smile…
We didn't say much to each other, went straight outside to get a taxi. When the driver asked where we wanted to go, I turned to look at her, leaving the decision to her. The atmosphere was awkward for a moment, but finally, before the driver could get impatient, she gave him the address… When we arrived at our destination, it was an apartment building. This must be where she lived. Once inside, I placed my luggage in a corner and then handed her the gift I had prepared beforehand…
I maintained my politeness throughout, so as not to make her think I was too hasty or frivolous. I even invited her to play a game of chess, hoping it would ease the awkwardness between us and bring us closer again… During the intervals between moves, I leisurely wandered around the room, browsing the board. Even at the end of the game, my position was still far superior, though I knew neither of us was truly focused on the game…
“Just admit defeat! With your skills, you’re bound to lose to me no matter what…” I deliberately used a double entendre, teasing her with a flippant tone. I intentionally wanted to provoke her; I felt that letting a woman throw a little tantrum now and then was actually a nice kind of fun between a man and a woman.
She retorted, “You know what? My family and I are all artists, some of them are quite good, so there’s no chance for us!”
I paused for a moment before realizing she was using my 'colorblindness' as a sarcastic remark. I thought to myself, she really is observant; I hadn’t told her about this! Although I didn't care, to avoid an awkward situation, I still asked her, "How did you find out?"
She looked quite smug and said, "Ha! I knew how to mix colors even before I could write my name. I noticed it last time we ate together!"
Seeing her like that, I felt both annoyed and amused, and retorted, "Getting angry out of embarrassment? Using this as an excuse, that's a bit unscrupulous!"
"Who told you to be so petty? You never let me win when we played chess. Anyone can be sarcastic!" This time, her reply was tinged with a coquettish and aggrieved tone, like she was throwing a tantrum or being coquettish, making her look very endearing and her desire for love very strong...
I quickly moved closer to her, leaned down and whispered, "I promise you, there's not a single small part of me..."
Then I grabbed her hair, leaned down and kissed her lips. At that moment, her body stiffened a little, but she didn't resist. Instead, she responded with her lips and tongue in a slightly awkward way. I withdrew my hands from behind her head, cupped her face in my hands, and gently parted her lips with my thumbs, allowing our tongues to intertwine more deeply.
We greedily consumed each other's saliva, as if we were having oral sex. As her lips and tongue were relentlessly invaded by me, my lower body became excitedly erect. I imagined her lower body must be overflowing with desire as well.
Then, while passionately kissing her, I undressed her. I was careful with my movements, trying to be slow, graceful, and gentle. She was like a nude statue in my hands, about to take shape. I poured all my attention into her, caring for her with exceptional tenderness…
Then, I pulled her, now completely naked, around the waist and carried her to the bed, continuing to kiss her and caress her body with my hands. I gently pinched her ears and earlobes, eliciting a soft moan from her as she reached out her delicate hands to cover herself from my caresses. My hands pierced through her hesitant yet alluring defenses, caressing her damp cheeks, tracing her neck, exploring her sensual collarbone, and then climbing up her breasts.
Her hands pressed firmly against the backs of my hands, but made no further move, simply letting my hands slowly knead her somewhat firm breasts until they softened, then I began to rub her two erect nipples, causing her fingers to grip my wrists tightly, and muffled moans escaped her lips.
Soon, I moved my hands to her lower back, feeling its smoothness, gradually moving to her lower abdomen. As I stroked her abdomen, she bent her knees, turned to the side, and squeezed her legs tightly together. I don't know if it was because her lower abdomen was too sensitive, or because her lower body, so close, already felt the approaching invasion, but I deliberately moved my hands to her pert buttocks, kneading the flesh a few times before sliding them deep into her cleft, probing her anus, forcing her to use her thighs to press my arms down.
Ignoring her soft resistance, I withdrew my hands and instead stroked her thighs, then, as her legs gradually parted, I probed into her already wet and sticky lower body. At this moment, she trembled slightly; I thought she must have reached orgasm. I couldn't help but sigh, what a sensitive body! She's so beautiful...
Only then did I begin to take off my clothes, leaning against her hot, delicate body. I thought her lower body must be incredibly empty by now. She looked at my body with a somewhat amazed gaze, which naturally made me, as a man, feel a little proud. Of course, I couldn't disappoint her.
I filled her warm, empty space with my thick, hot erection. We intertwined our limbs, naked, embracing each other, caressing every inch of each other's skin. Our lower bodies swayed slowly, from shallow to deep; from slow to fast;
from gentle to rough. We seemed to melt into each other, our hearts completely intertwined…
The entire weekend, we were like lovers in the throes of passion, completely inseparable, making love constantly, ordering takeout when we were hungry, and by the time I stepped out the door, it was time to leave and say goodbye. I knew this was our last meeting. Although I was reluctant to part, although I liked her very much, and we got along very well, I wasn't ready for a life together.
Moreover, the distance between us made me think of 'her,' which made me even more unwilling to ruin this beautiful memory. We maintained contact afterward, but our relationship gradually faded with time, until it completely disappeared…
I never met a female companion as special as her again. I don't know when it started, but calling someone 'special' has become a derogatory term for that person. But I think that her "specialness" is not just a compliment, but a gift from heaven...
From now on, whenever I log into the chess forum, I will think of her again, reminisce about that beautiful and sincere memory, and silently send her my blessings. Such a wonderful girl deserves a wonderful happiness, I hope so...

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