Three delightful moments (from Su Jingbo's blog, "A Lone Flower in Full Bloom")

1.
A silk camisole, black or white, red or flesh-pink, with thin straps hanging on the shoulders. It doesn't matter if it slips off; the important thing is that the chest should sway freely, the nipples should rub slightly against the clothing, and the buttocks should show faint marks from the underwear.
Walking past a man like this, swaying back and forth, a fragrant breeze wafts with every gesture.

The best scenario is him pulling you into his arms, making you fall onto his lap, and then biting your nipple—yes, through the nightgown—making you want to dodge, twist your waist, push him away, and let you succumb to temptation.

Remember, you must run away with the damp stains on your nightgown…

2.
Candlelight is best, the brightness just right, flickering, perfectly capturing the rhythm of your heart.
He straddles your chest, his legs pressed together, naturally squeezing your breasts, creating a long, deep cleavage, like the desire of that moment.

His Adam's apple bobbed, veins bulged on his forehead, his body twitched, and his suppressed breaths were like long sighs. Love, like spring rain, delicately sprinkled on his lips, the corners of his eyes, his neck, and the roots of his ears… Don't move, don't move. The woman should close her eyes and wait for him to gently massage and rub her skin with three fingers together.

Her cheeks and neck felt cool and slippery.
The woman tried to avoid him, blushing and playfully scolding him, but she was easily captivated by this sensual pleasure.
If the next day he praised her skin as delicate as a young girl's, the flirtation would continue until the next moment of anticipation.

3.
Watching the sunset from the balcony.
If there's no sunset, the moon will do.
If there's no moon, look at the myriad lights across the way.
The woman stands in front, her chest against the railing, her buttocks slightly raised.
The man leans close from behind, his arms encircling her.

He whispers sweet nothings. If
there are no sweet nothings, reminisce about the past.
If she doesn't want to talk about the past, she remains silent.
She waits for his body heat to seep through the thin fabric of her clothes.
Lifting the skirt or pulling down the shorts, penetration or not, it's all optional.
As long as the friction is slow and long enough to erase any words or thoughts between the two,
leaving only breaths.

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