Meeting in the City of Romantic Encounters

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Flipping through old photos on my phone from months ago, I see the pure blue sky, the ethereal white clouds, the courtyard with its carved windows, and the hearty fish soup served in a silver pot… Before forgetting my trip to Lijiang, I'll jot down a few notes.
It's said to be a city of romantic encounters, so even on the side of a snow-capped mountain, there's a passionate atmosphere?
Ms. Li and Mr. Ma came to pick them up at the airport. Ms. Li had a delicate face and a mature charm, while Mr. Ma was energetic, robust, cheerful and composed.
On the way to the ancient town, we exchanged pleasantries and learned that our host had just returned from a long journey, putting aside his official business to meet us. The ancient town exudes a rustic charm; strolling along its stone-paved paths, we found elegant inns everywhere. Searching for a place that suited our taste, these inns, with their idyllic atmosphere, must surely hold many stories.
Ma told us some anecdotes: two women came to visit the ancient town together, shared a room the first night, and then each went to their own room the next day; there were also stories about how the sound of a suitcase being pulled meant a chance for a romantic encounter; and how some guesthouses had notices on their doors saying "The proprietress is looking for a new owner"... Was this guy flirting for the main event of the night?
Indeed, the hospitality was exceptional. Dinner was a local specialty, a famous hearth-style meal. Corn and sweet potatoes were roasted around the fire, and a pot of chicken soup was served at the end, bursting with flavor. The next two days included a mountain hike. The winding mountain roads offered breathtaking views of the vast sky and expansive clouds, a truly exhilarating experience! Horseback riding was another highlight. Riding a tall horse, boots slamming on, the journey along the bumpy Tea Horse Road allowed one to experience the carefree spirit of the caravan drivers. The most leisurely activity was strolling through the slow-paced Shuhe Ancient Town. Even outside of spring and summer, the streets were still ablaze with flowers, a waterfall of blossoms cascading from the pavilions. The melodious sounds of guitars and hand drums, and the beautiful voices of singers filled the streets, their gentle melodies following behind. Choosing a teahouse by the street, one could sit in the lazy sunlight, the warm aroma of coffee mingling with the passing tourists, their shadows dancing among the flowers. A stream flowed through the stone slabs of the street, its clear waters from the snow-capped mountains of seven hundred years ago bearing witness to people's joys and sorrows, and the legends of the past. ...
The legend also includes two couples who experienced a profound connection of body and soul here.
On the home theater screen, a couple is entwined in passion; the female lead's alluring gaze intensifies the male lead's overwhelming desire. Below the screen, two other couples sit side-by-side, equally consumed by lust. The male lead's fingers roam under the female guest's clothes, her long legs stretched out, gently rubbing against his crotch. Her soft body is nestled in the male guest's arms, his fingers stirring a torrent of desire within her.
When all this became unsatisfying, the guests and hosts moved upstairs to the bedroom. On the sofa by the bed, the female guest squatted between two seated men, two erect penises in her hands, alternating between her lips and tongue, her buttocks, clad in stockings and black silk, swaying from side to side. The male guests watched their lovers swallowing another's member, the wet, glistening shaft appearing and disappearing, while her hands rotated and manipulated his own… making his own erection even harder, his desire burning even more intensely. The hostess came over after showering, her beautiful body alluring in her sexy camisole nightgown. The male guest pulled her back onto the sofa, crossed his legs, and slowly rubbed his hardness against her private parts. This woman, seemingly made of water, was repeatedly overwhelmed with desire, moaning incessantly along with the female guest next to her… The female guest straddled the male host, taking his large, hard member into her softness, her hands caressing his chest, tiptoeing, her high heels clicking on the sofa, continuing to sway up and down, feeling the swelling fullness… The male guest kept glancing back, perhaps distracted or nervous, his initial fervor waning. The hostess, understanding his needs, leaned over him, teasing him with her hands and mouth. Enticed by the mature woman's allure, the male guest continued his vigorous advance, lifting her legs from the sofa and thrusting inside. Then, the hostess lifted the female guest, placing her on her lover's back, and entered her from behind, still holding her legs. The four of them moved in perfect harmony, experiencing the thrill together, a harmonious symphony of life...
On the plane home, my seatmate was a young man, quite talkative. He said he often travels to Lijiang, and this time he had quit one of his two jobs to stay for half a month. I also wanted to go often, to enjoy the leisurely pace, to clear my mind, and to experience the unforgettable warmth and hospitality...
(It's been a long time, and my memory of the whole process is a bit hazy. I've pieced together a few fragments from my mind to record this. It's not complete, but it's true. It's a hasty record, so please excuse the poor quality. Deepest gratitude to the owners! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!!)

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