My first date with Mr. S

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Let me tell you a cute and tender little story:
I have four hundred million roses in my yard. Every morning I sit at the door with a book in my hand. All the passersby praise my roses, and some even want to pick a couple, but I ignore them all.
Until that day he came, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons with a smile, polite and courteous, asking me: "What book are you reading?"
I knew then that all four hundred million roses were his.
Actually, the world is never short of liking, but what's rare is understanding and appreciation, what's lacking is willingness and cherishing!
Everyone comes for the roses, but only he came for me.

The second hand ticks...
We agreed on a time to meet, and we began to eagerly anticipate and dream...
He said: "It's like when I was a child looking forward to the New Year ."
I smiled: "Yeah, just thinking about the moment we meet makes my heart flutter."
It seems like the longest wait is spent waiting for luggage by the conveyor belt.
He originally said: "No need to bring a suitcase, just go to the mall to buy whatever you need.
" But, how can I wear new clothes if I don't wash them? I didn't dare skip my skincare products, so I dragged a small suitcase containing skincare, an outer garment, and a black silk and lace nightgown…
Without even looking, the first person I met at the exit was him. Like the opposite poles of two magnets, it was perfectly natural and timely
for him to pull me into his arms. We briefly embraced, then I gently pushed him away. In the bustling airport hall, people were already looking our way, and even though everyone was wearing masks, I still felt shy…
In the taxi, we sat properly, chatting casually, occasionally joking about Tianjin's air quality.
In the hotel lobby, I sat watching the luggage while he checked in. Two rooms—it was a sign of respect and a sense of security for me.
At lunch, we sat facing each other, talking and laughing naturally. Seeing that I ate so little, he worriedly asked if it wasn't to my liking or if I was just embarrassed. I shook my head, neither.
It wasn't until the next two days that he truly believed me. He
kept asking, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"
He repeatedly probed, "What do you like?" "Anything you want to buy?"
Several times his shoelaces came undone, and he tied them for me. He
even adjusted the temperature of the boiled water before bringing it to me.
He helped me choose clothes and
toys for our little one. In the store, he said to me, "Don't worry about this, I'll handle it."
So I stood obediently to the side, watching him move from shelf to shelf, carefully asking the shop assistants questions, watching him squat down and meticulously compare boxes of toy cars on the floor…
A 35-year-old woman can still sense whether a man is truly sincere towards her.
He said, "I don't know what you like about me. You're with me, but I can't be there to take care of you when you need me, so I can only try to find out from our conversations: What do you need? What do you like?"

In the throes of new love, mature couples are always as eager
as a single match, capable of igniting a sky full of fireworks.
So, just three hours after meeting, they were entangled in bed
like two greedy children, again and again, tirelessly.
At first, I wasn't used to his large, powerful size, but later I gradually became obsessed
with the swaying bed, the warm, wet stains beneath me,
the waves of moans and gasps rising higher and higher.
He said: "Baby, your voice is a little loud
." He said: "Baby, your reaction makes a man feel so accomplished."
He said: "I've never been this crazy before."
He said: "I've never liked a woman this much either."
I felt as if I were immersed in another time and space, hearing it, then quickly forgetting it.

Even in the movie theater, he didn't forget to seduce and tease me.
I unzipped his jacket ,
untied the drawstring of his sweatpants
, moving up and down, unable to get enough of touching him.
How could a man have such a great body?
How could his skin be whiter than mine?
I asked with a mischievous smile: "What movie was it? Was it good?"
He smiled helplessly and said: "I forgot!"

The lovemaking on the sofa was simple and pure.
I couldn't help but spontaneously
lick, swallow, and deep-throat
. He pulled me up, turned
me around, bent over, and thrust into
me without any barriers.
My black dress and stockings were still on, as were
his shirt and trousers.
However, our souls had already flown to the ends of the earth,
leaving only demanding,
giving
, desire
, and reluctance...

I said, "I really want to take more pictures." He said, "Go ahead, it's fine."
But I was still a little shy, so I only took a few, not daring to be too deliberate.
For three days, we were sweetly inseparable in the room, like gears turning. When we left the room, we held hands tightly, either I was on his arm or he was holding me in his arms.
Time was quiet, and the sweetness was just right.

In the taxi that took me to the airport, we chatted carefully ,
trying to avoid the topic of parting.
At the airport, we hugged tightly. He insisted on watching me stand in the long line to get through security before leaving.
He said, "Although it's far, if you need anything in the future, just ask. I will do my best."
I said, "Don't worry, I can take care of myself."

The underlying tone of life is loneliness
, a solitary gray, upon which are the red threads connecting subtle relationships.
Two people of the same age and zodiac sign, their birthdays only half a month apart,
a face-to-face chat further confirmed their many similarities.
It turns out that many seemingly coincidental events in life actually hide inevitability and immense happiness.
No wonder Hai Zi said, "You come to this world, you must see the sun, walk on the street with your beloved, understand her, and also understand the sun."
White hair like new, meeting again like old friends.
In this world, many people are good, but many are busy, don't understand you, and don't want to understand you.
Those who genuinely care about you become all the more precious and worthy of cherishing.
He said: I really, really like you.
I said: I know, and I believe
you. I'm realistic: a man who gives me gifts, time, and strength—for me, this kind of feeling is real enough.

I just want to say to Mr. S: It's so good to have met you.

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