Deep affection, profound love

Upon arriving, touching her skin, I felt a sense of belonging, a connection to her soul; listening to her voice, I felt a sense of security, a feeling of breathing freely. I thought that here, perhaps for the first time, I could shed the mask I wear among the diverse crowds, becoming my most primal, naked self, rolling freely, stretching out fully, and falling into a sweet sleep. Or perhaps, I could also find someone to communicate and connect with on a deeper level, enjoying the pleasure of a fusion of body and soul. As my wife said, it's a luxury, not something to be desperately sought; what's meant to be will be, and what's not, shouldn't be forced. Not having it is normal; having it is an unexpected bonus.
When lovers make love, gazing tenderly at each other, whispering sweet nothings, skin to skin, lovingly sucking, watery fusion, the lingering, poignant process, the climax becomes less deliberate.
So I want to talk about my wife and me—the other part of my body, ours.
My wife and I met in a very ancient way that continues to this day—through arranged marriage. Actually, I think it's easier to find a soulmate within a pool of potential partners selected through third-party evaluation. Just like how, as we get older, we sometimes scoff at the advice of elders, but the older we get, the more we appreciate its foresight and how incredibly useful it is.
Perhaps it was the matchmaker's oversight, or perhaps my wife's still youthful and vibrant appearance and personality blinded the matchmaker, but it wasn't until we were talking in someone else's living room (haha, the location wasn't romantic at all, even a bit formal and reserved) that we learned she was actually six years older than me. I even had a younger brother who was her classmate. However, this didn't affect the frankness and sincerity of our initial conversation. On the contrary, it laid a foundation of sincerity from the start. At that time, she had just experienced a very serious and committed relationship, one that had escalated to marriage but then changed course. And in that relationship, she lost her virginity. (Here, I am extremely fortunate and grateful to that righteous friend who let me find such a treasure, even though he later said he regretted it terribly.)
Actually, I'm a very tolerant man. When it comes to choosing a partner, I have almost no specific requirements. As long as we can connect on a deep level and understand each other completely, I don't care about profession, age, family background, or anything else. I'm a naturally romantic and free-spirited person. Later, I had countless conversations with my wife, and even if she were a prostitute, I wouldn't feel the slightest bit uncaring or unappreciative towards her. Now, she understands my heart very well. So at the time, nothing could hinder my affection and desire to communicate with this girl. On the other hand, she only saw me as a younger brother she could be a friend, while to me, she was an older sister I deeply loved.
However, as our interactions became more frequent, we felt we could understand each other's hearts more and more. Due to the influence of my family background, my psychological age is much older than my physical age. So, based on sincerity and frankness, our conversations became deeper and more memorable and captivating. Sometimes, after washing up and lying in bed, I would pick up the phone, hang up, wash up again, and go to work. In these natural conversations, we would often talk about sex and the body, which always excited and aroused me, as I had never truly been with the woman I liked.
And so many stories unfolded, many scenes worth remembering for a lifetime.
Drinking baijiu together, glasses clinking in a passionate embrace…
Smoking together, the rising smoke carrying fleeting thoughts in the silence…
Running together, hand in hand for kilometers amidst the swirling snow… Going
crazy together, in the dead of winter, I, with no winter swimming experience, jumped into the icy water, my little brother shivering and being jokingly called a caterpillar by her…
Going to a gathering with her ex-boyfriend and his wife, facing his teasing and smug gaze, we played with abandon. Even though I was poorly dressed and looked rather unattractive, I wasn't ashamed, because we loved each other, and I believed we had a brighter future.
The inexperienced me, the alluring her… With the impulse I'd imagined countless times, I pressed her down onto the grass under the night sky. However, the clear action of the Japanese adult film couldn't mask my awkwardness and excitement. Before even penetrating her flowing opening, I ejaculated onto her lush, fragrant grass. The night concealed my embarrassment, and her gentleness dissolved my unease.
That night at the Heart Rain Teahouse, her boundless tenderness fueled my overwhelming passion. I even forgot whether we actually penetrated, yet it was exhilarating. My fear was soothed by her gentle caresses. Patient guidance, tender touches, her small breasts, rounded buttocks, lush forest, moist cave, smooth skin… all awakened my desire time and again. She made me a man for the first time! She guided me step by step to taste the ultimate pleasure, the immense joy of body and soul! And I didn't fall into the quagmire of failure. From the bottom of my heart, I am grateful to her, my beloved!
In the days that followed, our bodies and souls merged like fish in water. She said she wanted to give me something, even if we wouldn't be together in the future. For the first time, she felt an urge to indulge herself. And so, traces of our love were left everywhere.
In the hotel room bathroom, we were passionately entwined.
By the tree under the night sky, we made love passionately.
Beside her sleeping siblings, we quietly merged.
In the kitchen before dawn, we stood by the door, listening to each other's breath as we entered.
On the sofa in her room, she spread her legs wide, guiding my penis into that still-bleeding cave.
We communicated with our mouths, not just words, but also bodies. We sucked and swallowed each other.
Naturally, we eventually came together. She overcame many obstacles, changed many things, for love. She went without hesitation to me, who had nothing.
After marriage, we were increasingly able to truly enter each other's hearts and souls. "You're getting better and better!" she said. "It's all thanks to you!" I said affectionately. We dared to express the often-hidden feelings between couples. We could admire beautiful girls together and openly express our desires upon seeing them. We could share her past crushes on men during her teenage years and openly discuss those she still admired. We could savor the details of her previous cohabitation. Every conversation became a warm and comforting source of inspiration.
In many ways, she played many roles in my life. A mother's tenderness, a sister's affection, a confidante's understanding, a lover's allure, a younger sister's obedience, and a daughter's pampered charm.
In our world, she called me "brother," and I called her "sister." These tender, intimate, and loving terms of address were always present in our lives.
In the throes of passionate lovemaking, we took these terms to a more sensual level. Even in moments of extreme excitement, I would cry out, "My dear mother!"
I am grateful to her; she is the greatest blessing of my life. She loves me deeply, saying that I and our son are her whole life. And isn't she, too, another body to me? I love what she loves, and I think what she thinks. She once sincerely told me, "You've missed out; you've only ever experienced one woman in your life." But I could also sense the deep reluctance in her voice, a bittersweet feeling of sharing what I considered the best with someone else. Yet, I was conflicted, feeling comforted that the man I loved and cherished most was out having fun and finding pleasure. You are in me, and I am in you; I feel your joy, and you reciprocate my pleasure.
I believe that incident played a crucial role in enabling us to achieve such a harmonious union of body and mind, a complete and uninhibited expression of our thoughts.
A few years ago, we worked as designers at a company in Zhuhai. The work was exhausting, and we even forgot about life.
Then, a man entered our lives. He treated her very well, and I sensed it went beyond the norm. But I could still genuinely smile and share with her the tender care another man showed her. His affection made her uneasy yet secretly happy, even though he wasn't the man she truly loved. My heart felt no unease. I always believed that it was a blessing and joy for the woman I loved to be cherished by another man. Like a treasured piece of jade, I was willing to share it with others for admiration and envy, and I didn't mind others touching and feeling it. All of this stemmed from my confidence in love.
He also had a happy family. I'm a man, and I can understand the protective, intimate, and loving feelings he felt when he met the woman he loved. At this moment, let's not talk about marital fidelity or anything like that. When no one's around, ask yourself honestly, stripped of all moralizing, doesn't your heart think about this? It's just that someone is being true to their heart and expressing it. Besides, his wife is so sunny, lively, charming, elegant, and alluring. So I understood completely. He constantly gave his wife many small joys and showed her tenderness. With my tacit approval, she also reaped many small joys, adding a unique charm to our otherwise mundane life. I was happy for her happiness.
Later, due to various reasons, we left that place. Until one day, I noticed her unease after receiving a phone call. That night, when we were naked and embracing, I asked her what was wrong. She seemed to have made a huge decision, remained silent for a while, and then told me that she had been insulted by someone—that man's wife. The insults were very harsh, using the most extreme and cruel language against those who violated the moral education we received from childhood. I hugged her tighter and kissed her, giving her the broadest embrace and strength. Actually, at that moment, I wasn't consciously concerned about whether or not we had been intimate; I was just most worried about her. I believe that desire arising from love can lead to something, which is understandable. So when I softly asked if anything had happened, she said it had happened once, and I remained as calm as a lake without a ripple. There was nothing unusual about it. I was just worried about her, wondering how I should handle this situation and how to prevent my wife from getting hurt.
My wife cried so emotionally; I rarely saw my usually strong wife so helpless. She said she had done something wrong, but didn't tell me because she was afraid I couldn't handle it, and she should bear it alone. She wouldn't tell me unless she was on her deathbed. Since she had told me, she was prepared for the worst, and she could accept any outcome. My silly woman, the thing I should do most is not let you blame yourself so much and suffer so much!
We later cut off all contact. I could only comfort my wounded kitten with the biggest hug. We truly didn't blame that woman from the bottom of our hearts, even though my wife would never have done that. Because she understood that if she wanted to continue living, there was no point in doing this, and if she didn't want to, she wouldn't be involved as an innocent person.
To help her face it more calmly, I tried to ask about some details of that incident. She said that at first she struggled fiercely, but after it was futile, she endured it. Throughout the process, he was extremely tender, greedily savoring every inch of her skin. Like many others, I was suddenly thrilled. With passion and tenderness, I thrust deeply into her, saying with boundless affection, "You silly little thing. Nothing can separate us; it only makes me love you more."
From then on, our communication became increasingly transparent, even the fleeting thoughts deep within our minds could be thoroughly explored, analyzed, and shared. I love her so much, without any selfishness. I crave more from her, and I deeply feel her joy in both body and mind. She loves me, and has always wanted me to end my life with only her. Like when she showed me an online article called "Thank You for Seducing My Husband," saying it expressed her true feelings. Even now, there's still a slight reluctance. I love her, and as long as she can have different experiences, I always encourage her to embrace the beauty in life. She calls it a beautiful accident. Even experiencing the passion of the man she admires—enjoying it without psychological burden or anxiety. My desire for her happiness surpasses my desire for other women. Because she is happy, I am happy too. After all, life is short, how much longer can we stay young? More stories, more experiences, so that when we're old, sitting in our rocking chairs, we'll have so much to reminisce about.
We currently spend over two or three hours a day in deep conversation in bed, lying together, listening and communicating—this is what we look forward to most each day, and it's our greatest joy and happiness. As she said, we don't deliberately seek anything, but strive to perceive the little surprises that fate has arranged. What women want is not just the pleasure of exchange, but more importantly, the joy of emotion and the feeling of being caressed. A writer once said that a woman's heart leads to her vagina. Making friends purely for sex is somewhat selfish, especially if your woman also values the process and you truly cherish her.
Perhaps our shared experiences resonate and resonate here, but elsewhere, they might elicit shock and condemnation. But what does it matter? We are happy, we are moved by each other, we understand each other; for so many years, every day has been Valentine's Day for us. May all lovers who read this truly enter each other's hearts, enjoy the most beautiful warmth, and feel it!

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