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The man invited her out at a time when Anna was going through a restless phase, with an urge to escape her mundane daily life and do something naughty.
The man had agreed to call after booking a hotel room. When she answered, he said, "I was in a rush and forgot my ID. Do you have it?"
This sentence instantly extinguished most of Anna's excitement for the date. Without thinking, she said into the phone, "Oh, I didn't bring any either. Never mind!"
I casually opened the red wallet on the table, wrinkled my nose at the silly smile on my ID card from a few years ago, sighed helplessly, and thought to myself, "Do we know each other that well? Do I need to prepare some condoms for you?"
The man panicked and quickly said, "No, please! I'll think of something!"
Anna took a sip of her coffee, thought for a moment, and said, "Let's forget about it."
The man insisted on meeting, saying, "Wait for my message," before hanging up.
Anna actually liked this assertive style; it would have been so much better if everything had been arranged so efficiently from the beginning! So, she waited leisurely, sipping her coffee.
Finally, the message arrived: "Do you know Jinjiang? Call me when you arrive."
Anna took a taxi there, and upon arrival, she called: "Which room?"
The man replied, "Turn right ahead at Jinjiang."
Anna felt confused and turned right.
The man said, "It's about 100 meters ahead."
Anna was getting impatient, but she insisted on moving forward.
The man said, "There's a hotel diagonally across the street. Did you see it? Go up to the second floor."
Anna gave up completely. After thinking for a moment, she went in anyway. Passing through the cramped lobby, she went up to the second floor under the watchful eyes of the waiter, knocked on the door, and said to the man who was already waiting naked, "Sorry, I'm not in the mood anymore, bye."
Later, someone said that if a woman agrees to go to a hotel, it means she's willing to be sexually assaulted. Anna countered that being willing to be sexually assaulted doesn't necessarily mean that the act will actually happen.
When Anna chatted with this man on QQ, who claimed to be there for short-term military training, she was quite serious, never saying anything outrageous or unconventional, just joking and teasing. Everyone says soldiers are the most adorable people, and Anna had even considered marrying one. However, even so, the man still found chatting with Anna very enjoyable and became increasingly eager to meet her as the end of his training approached.
Anna didn't have a strong desire to meet him; he was just an online friend with whom she had a fairly good chat. Whether they met or not, she decided not to meet.
That day, Dami and Xiaomi came to see Anna. A group of girlfriends gathered, gossiping about hairstyles, clothes, and men. Dami was a married woman living apart from her husband; usually so proper and reserved, she was the least likely to be noticed by strangers. Xiaomi was an unmarried, artsy young woman, constantly complaining about being single, yet she seemed to be flirting with various men. Towards the end of their conversation, the two of them said to Anna, "We're bored, anyone got any handsome guys to send messages to?" Coincidentally, on QQ, the same man contacted them again. Dami and Xiaomi pounced on him, eagerly typing, while Anna said helplessly to the man, "There are three of us, are you going to meet us?"
The man readily agreed: "Sure! I'll just bring two more classmates from the training course!"
They exchanged phone numbers, arranged a time and place, and met smoothly. The man was clean-cut and energetic, with a bit of a military bearing. There were no major surprises; it was just like the conversation. One of the men was married, mature, tall, and handsome; even just sitting there silently, he was quite eye-catching. The other was unmarried and youthful, whom Anna greeted like a younger brother. He smiled shyly. The buffet was relaxed and comfortable. As everyone chose their food and sat down, the situation quickly became one of pairing up. The married, mature man chatted enthusiastically with Da Mi, while the unmarried, youthful man whispered among himself and Xiao Mi. Only Anna smiled at them, and the man smiled back at Anna.
The mature man in the middle started a ruckus, and everyone drank quite a bit. Some of them left the restaurant feeling dizzy. They suggested going to a disco. In the noisy disco, people were closer together. Anna, who loved to dance and could dance, and slightly tipsy, danced with abandon.
When the music changed, Anna felt a hand reach out with a tissue to wipe her sweat. She awkwardly moved away, but saw a envious look in Xiao Mi's eyes. The young boy leaned against Xiao Mi, swaying his head, yet maintaining a safe distance. After they'd had their fun, they returned to their seats. Although Xiao Mi hadn't gone off the dance floor, she seemed quite hot, sitting close to the mature man, talking to him.
As they left the disco, the difference became apparent after walking a short distance down the street. Da Mi walked arm-in-arm with a mature man, who would occasionally lean down and whisper something in her ear, eliciting a soft "Aiya!" from Da Mi. Xiao Mi walked alongside a younger man, keeping a slight distance between them. Anna walked at the back with another man, who told her about his life in the army and the fun he had during training. Whether it was the lingering effects of dinner or her unsteady high heels, Anna stumbled. The man grabbed her and wouldn't let go. Anna tried to pull away but couldn't, so she let him be. Before going to sleep, Anna received a message from the man: "It was so nice meeting you. I hope we'll have a chance to meet again!"
The next day, just after waking up, Dami called, saying the mature man and the younger man had arranged to meet again, and Xiaomi had already arrived, asking Anna to join them. Anna wasn't interested and had other plans anyway, so she declined. Just after hanging up, the man called, asking when would be a convenient time to meet again. Anna said, "The four of them are together, why don't you come over? I'll contact you when I'm done." The man said, "Let's find another time, just the two of us." Anna, momentarily confused, asked blankly, "Why?" The man chuckled on the phone without answering.
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Anna never saw the man again, because she realized they were more than just friends, and she had no desire for a date with him, so why bother?
Later, Dami went on a date with a mature man and didn't come home all night, but she, who always liked to keep a low profile, said they only went to the movies together. Xiaomi and Anna scoffed, "Nobody would believe that!" Dami just chuckled noncommittally.
Later, later, this diary entry was finished.
I've known him for quite a while. That year, Anna had just graduated and came to this city. Her workplace was quite humane; there weren't many people being interviewed, and they arranged lunch. Anna was the last one to be interviewed, and after the interview, everyone called her out of the meeting room and took the elevator to the restaurant.
Anna remembers that the first thing he said to her was in the elevator: "You're from Suzhou."
Anna was somewhat surprised, but still nodded cautiously: "Yes, that's right."
He smiled and said, "Your Mandarin is very good; I can't hear any southern accent."
The others also exchanged brief messages, mostly words of praise and encouragement, but Anna's memory was hazy.
Anna didn't go to the restaurant because she had an appointment with a friend.
Later, I came to this city. From being a stranger to becoming familiar, I gradually got used to it and settled down. I don't know if it was because of the first impression, but I always felt that among the group of people of all ages in the company, he was the closest to me. Maybe it was because he was a lively person and could chat with anyone in a proper way, making people feel at ease.
That time, he asked Anna to work overtime on the weekend, but unfortunately, the computer broke down and needed to be repaired. A lot of data was on the computer, and the two of them, unable to do anything, just sat facing each other, chatting idly about their work and life plans.
Even minor family troubles were forgotten. The sun shone brightly that day, warm and inviting, and everything felt so pleasant and natural that the age gap between them—more than ten years—was impossible to discern. At that time, he seemed like a close older brother.
That time, Anna and her colleagues were laughing and joking, crowding together to look at the bulletin board. Her colleagues finished first and left, but Anna was the last to finish. She looked up and saw him standing beside her, so close. Anna smiled and greeted him. He simply raised his hand, brushed Anna's cheek, and tucked a stray strand of her hair aside. He just smiled and turned away. Anna stood there stunned for a long time, her face flushed. At that moment, he seemed like a seasoned flirt.
That time, at a colleague's gathering, everyone was slightly tipsy, clinking glasses and making noise. Anna returned from the restroom and passed by his table. He pulled Anna aside and said, "Come on, we haven't clinked glasses yet." He turned to the side, and there was a strong smell of alcohol on his breath.
搂过安娜的肩，笑着对其他人说：“我最喜欢安娜了。来，给我们照张相。”安娜笑着隔开距离，扶他在椅子上坐下，帮着倒了一杯茶：“你坐着歇一会，喝点茶，解解酒”。他拍拍身边的椅子，拉着安娜：“你坐这。”那时候，他像个耍赖的孩子。
那一次
哦，那么多的小记忆，这些记忆堆放到一起，不自不觉间，便让安娜的心有了涟漪，常常，在抚摸自己身体的时候，他便自动地进入yy的画面，是轻柔温存的抚慰，还是勐烈迅捷的攻击好几次，他都在情欲氤氲的梦境里挨上安娜的身体，每每，又在床戏要开始的时候自动“咔”住了。
可否梦想照进现实也许在那个一左一右边走边聊经过安娜家附近的时候，安娜一句主动的邀请，坐坐没准就成了做做又或者在那个他说我没在家在办公室的周末午后，安娜一阵香风的推门而入，就很有可能伏案而作又又或者!
安娜想，还是这样留着空间吧，一点点暧昧，一点点温暖，一点点小火苗在心头跃动。
他是安娜喜欢的，言语温存，进攻勐烈，可以调情，也可以久战。!
他是喜欢安娜的，懂得挑逗，善解风情，可以谈心，也可以尝新。
安娜和他，有点情，有点性，还有点棋逢对手的欣喜。
这一次，因为时间和距离，已经好几个月没见了。终于有时间，约安娜，也想约他的两个老朋友，男人安娜是见过的，那一次，他们两个配合默契，让安娜体验了从未有过的愉悦。女人安娜听说过，比他大，多年前的旧识，断了几年音讯，最近才又在网络上遇见，被他说服尝试多人。
安娜的热情有点降温，安娜是知道他的多人癖好的，也能接受。如果说两个人在一起久了，偶尔找点新鲜，也不错。可是难得在一起的两个人，怎样厮缠激情都不够的，何必非得要加上别人安娜心里是渴望见他的，也不忍扫他的兴，几个人分隔几地，能聚到一起，确实难得，便说：“那你们约着一起吧，我看情况，好么”
给了自己犹豫的时间，也做着赴约的准备，可是，临出门，想想那样四人的场景，纯粹的性游戏而已，还是有些兴致索然。阳光那么晴好，不如带孩子去公园。于是，未去
第二天，安娜在厨房里忙碌，他的短信来：“换了家宾馆，离你不远，下午有空么”
安娜看一眼窗外，天气阴沉得仿佛要滴出水来，一点也不想出门，回答他：“我就不去了，你们玩开心点。”
男人有些落寞的语气：“她也没来成，两个男人聊了半天，我一个人孤睡大床。”
安娜突然就有点小心疼了。责怪道：“你怎么不早说我下午过去。”
安娜在路上的时候，他来电话，问“到哪了她也来了。”
安娜一听，便不太想去了：“那你们弄着吧，我去逛街。”
他说：“你看你，都要到了，还是来吧，好久都没见你了。”
在安娜去与不去的犹豫中，车子已经到了宾馆。那么，就进去吧。他晚上就走，这次不见，又得好几个月见不到了。见见他，顺带体验一下双飞，好像也无妨。
他光着身子来开门，一个深深的大拥抱，安娜大衣上的凉气让他嘶嘶抽冷气。床上的她看来也极不习惯，把被子拉到下巴，有些害羞的笑。
安娜打招唿：“嗨，你好。
他介绍道：“宝贝，她是兰，今天她就是你小妈妈了。
小爸爸是安娜给他的爱称。这倒好，人家给找了个小妈妈了。光线昏暗，看不太清楚她的样子，只是感觉真的比他大，有些岁月感
转头对她说：“兰，这是安娜。咱俩闺女。
他照旧体贴地帮忙宽衣解带，去把大衣挂好，拿来拖鞋。安娜坐在沙发上，催他：“你快上床去，别冻感冒了。”
他过来抱住安娜，隔着毛衣揉上浑圆的高峰，吻着安娜的耳垂，说：“那你快脱了，一起上床。
衣服一件件地褪去，矜持和羞涩也一点点褪去
他拉着安娜躺倒在床的一侧，迫不及待地进入了安娜，情不自禁地一声叹息：“乖女儿，想死小爸爸了。”
他招唿着兰过来，说：“宝贝，过来，咱们一起好好疼疼闺女。”
一张床，三个人，在他的引导下，安娜和兰演绎了双飞的无数经典情节。
她和安娜，偎在他的两侧，两双手，两张唇，交替爱抚着他的坚挺。
他在安娜身后勇勐冲刺，兰在身前，舔舐亲吻。
她俯卧在安娜的背上，一起高抬起浑圆的臀，迎接他逐一巡视，深入浅出。
她跟他缠绕在一起，安娜靠在床头，看一场活色生香的真人秀，用手指点燃自己的身体。
他说：“这次真开心，你呢”
安娜诚实地笑笑：“还行。不及那次你、我、他三人。
他抱着安娜的手臂紧了紧：“当然，这次中心是我。谢谢你宝贝，愿意给我愉悦的享受。”
齐人之福是多美的享受，许仙娶了白娘子还记挂着小青；唐伯虎千方百计点了秋香回家又冷落闺中；张生没等和崔莺莺成亲已经会对红娘说：若共你多情小姐同鸳帐，怎舍得叫你叠被铺床。也许，不是每个男人都能接受跟别人分享自己的女人，但是，大多数男人应该都愿意双飞的。女人亦然吧。所以母系社会一妻多夫，男权社会倡导一夫多妻。
只当是一点好奇心的满足了。体验了，没有传说中的那种无限刺激。有人说，双飞中的两个女人，是要有一点拉拉倾向的，相互有欣赏甚至爱慕。是么
这个男人，是某知名食品公司的区域负责人，一个人来这个城市，严重贯彻不吃窝边草的原则。
他说，到这个城市后的夜晚只有两样东西，a 片，和，手。
安娜问，女人呢
他说，还没有合适的。
断断续续聊了很久，很多次提过见面，都未见，大概就是有时间的时候没心情，有心情的时候没时间。
那一天，他又约安娜见面的时候，安娜恰好，有心情，也有时间
当他站在安娜面前的时候，安娜很难把他跟网络上那个总是被欲望顶得直愣愣说话的男人联系到一起。瘦削，干净，戴着眼镜，看起来斯文而温和。
他伸手拦车，带安娜去吃饭，并排坐在后座，中间隔着安全的距离，没有丝毫的身体碰触。
可是，一进到他租住的家，门刚在身后碰上，他便一把搂过安娜，急切而激烈的吻压下来，像电影镜头里那样，从客厅移入卧室，两人的衣物一路散落，外套、丝巾、衬衫、长裤、丝袜、内内......以最快的速度，身体与身体贴近。
吻，不停的吻，唇舌交缠的吻，温柔舔舐的吻，69探索的吻
进攻，不停的进攻，双腿搭肩的推进，俯卧跪撑的撞击，侧卧拥抱的推进
进门后一次，临睡前一次，清晨醒来后，又一次。
就ons而言，还算不错。
很久以后，心情时间都合适的时候，他们又见过一次，一切照旧，见面，吃饭，斯文有礼，进屋后，疯狂激烈，连爱爱的次数都是一样的。只是这一回一次跟一次之间，他硬得有点慢。
他的目的很简单，性。
性，安娜也要，可是，清晨从一个陌生男人的家里，一个人，走出来，有点孤单，和冷清。
后来，安娜就不再见他了。后来，他调回老家了。后来，他们碰到，还会聊聊彼此近况
他，是一档深夜节目的主持人，声音很好听，成熟，磁性，节目很随意，念一些听众发来的心情感受，信件，短信或帖子，做一些幽默风趣的小评论，不是很教条，也不讨好，偶尔有点跩，但也能听得出真诚。
安娜开着收音机，躺在床上，静静的听，会心的笑，在他的声音里入睡。听得久了，也会写一些或美丽或忧郁的心情，听着自己的文字用他磁性的声音念出的时候，有种莫名的感动。
刚开始五一悠长假期的那一年，安娜大米小米还合租在一起，放假了，各找各妈去了，安娜计划用七天的时间走遍还不太熟悉的这个城市，可是，似乎一下子所有的人都出来吃喝玩乐了，干什么都要排队，安娜的计划在执行了一天之后，
自动放弃，抱回一摞书，听歌，看书，上网，睡觉，倒也自得其乐。照例是要听着收音机入睡的。可是那一天，也许是白天睡多了，也许是独自一个人无聊，在节目最后，听他例行公事般念完电台地址和办公室电话，安娜拿着手机跟着摁号码，想也没想地就拨出去了，接通了，才发现其实不知道为什么要打这个电话，不知道要聊什么，只好先礼貌地自报家门：“你好，我叫安娜，经常听你的节目。”
没想到的是，他竟然说：“是你呀，我记得，你给我写过信的。”
居然就那样自然的聊了起来，安娜意识到时间太晚，他还要回家的时候，已经半个多小时过去了。赶紧主动结束聊天，他说，跟你聊天很开心，稍等，留我的手机号给你，方便联系。
安娜是个忠实的听众，依然是深夜的时候听节目，依然是上网的时候在节目论坛留帖子，依然是有心情的时候写写信，偶尔会用短信发个节日问候，没再打过电话。
有一天，他短信问：“在忙什么呢”
安娜说：“在看王小波的《黄金时代》”
他似乎很意外和惊讶，聊到后来，他打来电话：“刚好今天休息，一起吃饭，见面聊吧”
还是那么迷人的声音，以致于安娜毫无矜持地说：”好呀，好呀。”!
安娜到了约定的地点，站定，张望，然后，就看到他从那条小街的对面走过来。这个过程，很奇妙，有对偶像的好奇，有对异性的期待，就像一层面纱慢慢被揭开了，看起来比网上的照片更年轻些，其实，还不错，可是，不是安娜心动的类型，安娜在心里笑自己，又不是相亲哦，吃饭聊天而已。干吗有微微的失落
简单的小餐厅，简单的午餐，没有心动，却还舒服，他住得不远，提议去他那里喝茶，那也是一个与人合租的两居室，有些陈旧，单身的缘故，也不够整洁，开着电视，喝着茶，聊着天。
他说：“你的信，会令人想知道这是一个怎样的女子”安娜温婉的笑，不知道说什么的时候，就用手指缠绕散落到胸前的长发，轻轻的在鼻尖拨弄
记不得是怎样，有了身体的碰触，安娜的手握在了他的手中，安娜想起身告辞，可心里，又有微微的兴奋，那应该是被一个男人渴望的虚荣满足。更要命的，这个人还是安娜的偶像。
他靠过来，吻上安娜的发丝，安娜不那么坚决地抗拒着这样的亲昵，他翻身站起，双手撑在沙发背上，俯下身来，安娜感觉到了他的硬挺。他试图用唇舌和双手点燃安娜，安娜的抗拒就坚决了许多。
于是，他放慢了节奏，坐回去，只是抚摸安娜的手背，后来，他挨过来，头枕到安娜的腿上，这种亲昵，安娜也是不拒绝的，只是，夏天的裙子太薄，他的头发太短，扎人的感觉那么清晰，安娜无法让自己意乱情迷，终于，还是站起来，说：“我该回去了。
临别，他说：“拥抱一下吧。”
这是一个美丽的提议，所有的亲密接触里，安娜最喜欢的就数抱抱了。拥抱，很紧，很久，像移动舞步般的，他再次试图把安娜带向卧室的床，耳边，有他极富魅力的声音，安娜有一刹那的犹豫。
也许，是他的样子还不够让安娜动心，也许，是那个两居室有些凌乱不够温馨，也许，是安娜不想为了他想性而性。终于，还是坚决的说：“真的该走了。”!
后来，一切照旧
他很年轻，未婚，看安娜的日志，看安娜的签名，忍不住好奇这是怎样一个女子。随着安娜的心情，话，时多时少，断断续续的聊，倒是很有耐心。
终于有一天，心情合拍，话题合拍，聊得兴起，他给安娜看照片，很年轻的样子，清秀，学生气。
他问：“怎样”
安娜说：“看起来挺小的。
他倒很老练的来一句：“看出来大小这是半身照！”
安娜忍不住乐了：“那就来张全身的呀。”
他说：“全身的没有，你来，有全裸的。”
看起来那么青涩的样子，倒是调情得老道，安娜不免有了兴致。
初夏，微微的热，他提议在河边见，散散步聊聊天，倒也自然自在。
他过来，揽了一下安娜的肩，安娜有些不习惯，轻轻的躲开了，并肩的慢慢走，随意而及的话题，从一座桥走到另一座桥，光线渐渐暗去，夜色渐浓了。
往回走的时候，他接过安娜手上的包，牵起安娜空了的左手，说：“肚子饿了，走，去吃点东西吧。”那样自然亲近的样子，倒让安娜有了些感觉，一点点羞涩，一点点紧张，还有一点点情动。
这样的天气，喝点冰凉的扎啤，还是很舒服的，不知不觉就有了醉意。
有点飘飘的微醺，他搀扶着上楼，换鞋，扶靠在沙发上，调好水温，过来，轻解衣衫，牵着安娜的手送进了浴室。
当水珠碰撞到身体肆意飞溅，当他的手抚摸到胸前久久逗弄，当他的坚硬轻蹭柔软的臀，安娜渐渐迷乱了，真的醉了，醉在那扶着墙高高抬起的臀，醉在身后那勐烈有声的撞击，醉在那抚过每一寸肌肤的温柔冲洗
安娜趴在床上，酒意未散，几欲入梦，他过来，轻轻覆上安娜的身体，吻，在后背游移，那样轻柔的，一下，一下，又一下，停在了安娜已然不自觉抬高的臀，他的唇与舌开始了无尽的嬉戏，唇温润的轻吻，舌灵活的钻探，如一场旖旎的春梦，叫安娜不愿醒来
那一夜，睡得很浅很浅。
半夜，安娜酒意渐去，主动出击，战端又起
天未亮，他蓄意挑衅，安娜无力再攻，任他驰骋
他翻身下马，拥安娜入怀的时候，说：“其实，我也挺累的，不过，我就是想给你留个好印象。”那一刻，安娜的手贴着他的手比大小，心漾了漾
不过，后来，他再约安娜，安娜也没有再见了，也许是时间不对，也许是心情不对，也许，只是因为安娜觉得，在他面前少了那么一些些撒娇耍赖的冲动吧。
这个男人，很淡定的姿态出现，不间断的打着招唿，有时说着对安娜文字的感觉，有时只是一个无语微笑。
昵称，就像人的脸，总是见到，便也就觉得熟悉了，当然常换脸的不算。
碰到安娜也在线不忙的时候，便可以聊几句
嗯，中文出身，恰到好处的调笑，不太夸张的仰慕，偶露强势的霸道，让安娜从最初不甚在意，渐渐欢愉起来。
见面前，已然是娇嗔耍赖嬉笑软哄的恋爱摸样。
他说我要去看你，那种不容拒绝的说来就来的气势，倒让安娜多喜欢了几分。
为了他不那么累，也为了真正的散散心，于是，约在一个中间的城市。
见了，说不上来的悲喜，安娜才明白，原来，光看照片，是可以忽略身高的。安娜穿着高跟鞋，可以看到他的头顶。一下子，那些撒娇耍赖的冲动统统不见了
可是，这是一个为她而来的男人，是一个以为她也跟自己一样心动才来的男人，安娜在心里狠狠地鄙视了自己：不高会死啊！
于是，跟着他，去吃饭，嗯，还是那样的话题众多，嗯，还是可以妙语如珠，嗯，还是可以安安静静的对视。
于是，跟着他，去酒店，哦，让安娜稍后他先进，安娜的心，晃了晃，哦，好吧。
于是，去梳洗，两张床，安娜择一，斜躺，支着头，随意的按电视遥控器。他光着身子过来，安娜本能的躲了躲，他说，别装了害羞吧我还不了解你安娜的心，又晃了晃。无语地趴在了雪白的床单上，来不及做什么，他便勐然刺入了，安娜的身体，一阵战栗，哦，好吧。
有的男人的魅力在行动，他的魅力大概是在说话，安娜总是在他激扬文字的时候感觉到那些些潇洒范儿。聊到男人的幻想，他用旅行包的皮带缚了安娜的双手，拍打安娜的臀，从床边顶撞到窗边。
后来，当依偎在他的臂弯，听他侃侃而谈的时候，他轻轻慢慢的顶送往来，安娜觉得还是有无限的温情流转的。!
后来，安娜的大姨妈有提前拜访的征兆，他说的是，不吉利！安娜的心，又又晃了晃。不语地探手过去，他从微软到微硬，到忍耐不住的主动要求不吉利。
嗯，四次，很不错啊，他很满意，说，很久没这状态了啊！
四次，两夜两天的工作量，哦，好吧，安娜在他累倒睡着的时候，手机上线找人打发多余的精力跟时光。
后来，后来，后来
很多让安娜的心一晃再晃再再晃的小细节，于是，安娜说，还是，算了吧！
后来，后来，后来的后来，q上碰到，他问：你会想起我么
安娜想到那些无所不及的畅快聊天，心生温暖，说，会呀，会想起。
他问：想起什么
安娜忙了一下，没及时回复，再看的时候，他自问自答了：想我的勇勐么
哦，好吧，安娜只好从此不语了。
他，似乎一直在的。断断续续，浓浓淡淡，联系好些年了。
当初，q上陌生人要求加好友，上来就问想一夜情么一夜情安娜是不想的，却很想了解想一夜情的人的心理，陌生的两个人，身体会有反应么万一染病呢不怕被拍了裸照要挟么
So, she started talking to him. He was incredibly honest and straightforward, answering all her questions without much effort. Anna quickly learned most of his romantic escapades. Knowing they lived in different cities, she stopped mentioning meeting up, but they still chatted whenever they bumped into each other. As they talked more about these topics, things started to get heated, and voice messages and phone calls always managed to ignite their passion amidst breaths and moans!
Perhaps it is because of the unfamiliarity that we can so unrestrainedly indulge in our sexual fantasies and freely release our private desires.
Before him unfolded a debauchery Anna had never displayed before: vivid, sensual writing, wanton moans, and the shameful, embarrassing words she once considered taboo as her fingers pierced her body. Anna wondered more than once if she herself was inherently too reckless, or if all women possessed this untapped potential.
Although Anna and he had deeply connected through voice and words, Anna longed for a more intimate, tender, and unrestrained relationship, along with a touch of wistful yearning—a relationship imbued with affection and care. Therefore, Anna never considered seeing him. He, on the other hand, seemed quite content with this situation, only occasionally saying, "I'll come see you," when moved by emotion. Anna would just smile silently, and that was it.
Back then, he said, "I like you," and Anna said, "I like you too." Those feelings of liking were real, weren't they? But under the sunlight, these bodies, indulging in the darkness of night, vanished. And so, the connection continued intermittently, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, without much excitement, without much effort, and without much fervent desire to see each other.
Much later, Anna went to his city and had an extra half-day of free time. She thought of him and decided to meet him before going back. But, unfortunately, he had just gone on a business trip to a nearby city.
Anna thought, "If we're not meant to be, then forget it."
He called urgently, saying, "If time allows, wait for me, I'm coming back."
Anna playfully reminded me: "I'm on my period, are you still going to see me?"
He didn't seem disappointed; silly boy, it's a rare opportunity to see you, it's good to do so. Wait for me to have dinner together.
Looking at the bright afternoon sun in the city, Anna suddenly felt elated. What was originally a casual meeting had become filled with a touch of unexpected anticipation.
When we met, oh, such a tall and imposing figure! A handsome, mature air, casually dressed, only a bit thinner than in the video. He said, "I've been so busy lately, and it's the first time I've seen you, yet you look so disheveled."
That straightforward and passionate person online, when faced with the real person, actually blushes and smiles shyly, unable to respond. How adorable! Do those truly wild fantasies originate from this occasionally shy body?
Anna's heart overflowed with joy. He smiled and walked over, gently putting his arm around Anna's shoulder in a familiar way, saying, "Come on, let's find somewhere to eat first." So warm and comfortable, Anna unconsciously took his arm and followed him, walking so close, so intimately, so genuinely in the city's tender night!
He took Anna out to eat, took Anna shopping, and even took Anna to bed.
He lay down with Anna in his arms and said, "Be good, don't mess with me!"
Anna nestled obediently in his arms and said, "Okay, let's sleep still." In the middle of the night, Anna woke up, worried that her head was uncomfortable resting on his arm, and moved away. When she woke up again, he pulled her into his arms once more.
Anna slept soundly through the night without any dreams. She woke up first and woke her younger brother with a kiss. He said with dissatisfaction, "Hey, you said you were sleeping still, so behave yourself. You can't be moving around with me!"
The man's protesting expression was actually incredibly endearing. Anna happily leaned down and, for the first time, so proactively, wholeheartedly, and with all her might, gave him a thoroughly enjoyable and unrestrained blowjob, leaving him panting and gasping.
We said goodbye, saw each other off at the station, exchanged text messages all the way, and were very happy to see each other again.
It all started simply with sex, and yet, it brought such unexpected joy.
If it weren't for this thin letter found in a pile of old things, Anna would have almost forgotten this Shanghai man, her first online encounter with him.
The letter said he had finally sat down, spread out paper, and picked up a pen to fulfill his promise. Anna thought for a moment; it was probably during one of their conversations that Anna wondered how pretty his handwriting was, and he promised to write when he felt like it. The handwriting was fairly neat, but his fingers, used to the keyboard, seemed a bit stiff and not very smooth when he picked up a pen for the first time. Finally, the letter ended with his ballpoint pen giving out.
Looking at the postmark, 10 years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Back then, Anna had just graduated and started working, renting a small room. When the two chatted enthusiastically, they would either type away furiously on their keyboards or laugh carefree on their phones. There wasn't much romantic or ambiguous feeling; it was more like youthful affinity. Life was simple, but also carefree and easy.
One day in late autumn that year, he said, "My colleague is going on a trip and happens to be visiting your city. Can I come see you?"
At that time, I simply thought, "Great, a friend is coming from afar!" But there was also a slight doubt about whether it was safe.
After the first day of sightseeing, we chatted via text message that evening. He said, "Let's meet up and talk! Don't worry, I'll come to you. We'll find a place near you to sit and chat."
It seemed a bit pretentious to refuse again, so she decided to meet him. Anna, looking relaxed and at home, left the apartment complex. He was already waiting at the entrance. Thankfully, he was a very handsome southern man, not too tall, with a pleasant voice and a refined smile.
On the second floor of that small teahouse, the warm orange light dispelled the slight awkwardness of our first meeting, creating a cozy and pleasant atmosphere. I can't remember what we talked about anymore, only that her husband insisted on paying for the tea. When we left the teahouse, a late autumn night breeze blew by. When we parted at the entrance of her apartment complex, he opened his arms and said, "Let's hug goodbye!"
I vaguely remember his pleasant, fresh scent; our happy first meeting; that hug was real and warm.
I said goodnight, but I wasn't at peace. We kept texting each other until I fell asleep.
He booked Anna's time after get off work the next day, but Anna hesitated because she had a training lecture she had been looking forward to.
Unexpectedly, there were so many people like Anna who had been eagerly anticipating this lecture. Anna's beige trench coat looked rather disheveled in the crowd.
His text message arrived just in time, saying, "If you can't stand it anymore, I'll come pick you up for coffee."
Anna suddenly thought, why should I come here and fight for a seat with so many people instead of having an elegant date in a coffee shop?
Finally, he sat down on the island, the soothing piano music reflecting the moonlight streaming through the window like water. He sat opposite Anna.
Anna complained that there were so many Chinese people that attending a lecture felt like going to war.
He laughed and said that the so-called renowned lectures were actually nothing special, and he could probably give one too.
He had been working for Anna for several years and had a lot of experience. Sure enough, his real-life examples were much more vivid than marketing theories.
They talked about work, personal growth, relationships, and their aspirations for marriage.
Before I knew it, it was late at night again.
He took Anna's hand, led her out the door, hailed a taxi, and drove her home.
The second hug carried a slightly different meaning. Anna turned away somewhat flusteredly, hurriedly said goodnight, and ran into the residential area.
Later, Anna and he continued to type away on the keyboard and chatter, and continued to laugh carefree on their phones.
Later on, Anna had him, and he had her.
Later, much later, he would say, "A new girl came to the hair salon downstairs, she looks like you, and I inexplicably miss you."
Later, much later, his QQ account was hacked, and his phone, Anna's phone number, changed hands several times before he lost contact with her.
Looking at the detailed address on the yellowed envelope, Anna thought, perhaps, perhaps, someday she could send him a holiday card. Would he, too, have such stirring memories?
【over】

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