What is similar?

"We may not meet again in the next life, but I hope to meet you even
in my dreams." Even when I was still a dreamer, I imagined a lively, lovely, pure, and beautiful girl as my bride, like a butterfly fluttering, like a skirt billowing. Like the wind passing clouds, like spring flowers blooming, I would cherish her like a guardian angel, making her happy and fulfilling her youthful dreams.
Marriage is a kind of fate, and my marriage to my wife is a kind of fate. But fate sending A-Meng into my heart is also a kind of fate. From the first time I saw her, that feeling of déjà vu from a past life deepened, and my heart couldn't sever it…
From then on, your appearance nourished every nerve in my body. I am infatuated with you, intoxicated by you. Every time I see you again, my longing is finally released. Having you has allowed me to taste the sweetness of love and the joy of being loved, giving me the happiest and most joyful happiness! When you're by my side, I often find myself gazing at you intently, mesmerized. You'd ask me, with a wistful look, how silly I am. We must have such deep affection for each other!
I look at her photos on my computer almost every day, sincerely wishing her happiness. My heart is filled with longing, and I call her every few days. Once I said, "I always call. Next time, you should call me; that's fair." She said, "Okay," and called me early several times in a row to say hello.
I decided to call her since I was having a meeting at the Yuehua Hotel. Suddenly remembering that Mid-Autumn Festival had just passed, I asked, "Did you eat mooncakes for Mid-Autumn Festival?"
"No." The loneliness of not having family with her touched a raw nerve.
"Then let me make up for it with you," I said with heartfelt sympathy.
"Okay."
Yesterday, she called, laughing, and said, "The landlady wants me to come over, I must come on the 11th. At first I said no, but then I suddenly remembered it was you."
I laughed and said, "She has no idea we have a hotline!"
Arriving in Xiamen a day earlier meant I could meet her a day earlier. Before leaving Xiamen, I paged her several times, but there was no reply. I shook my head and smiled bitterly. What's wrong? She knows I'm coming today, why isn't she replying? Could it be another empty promise? Lost in thought all the way, after arriving at the Yuehua Hotel, I finished showering and was getting dressed when my phone rang.
I knew it was her call, and I blurted out, "Why didn't I get a call back from your pager?"
She said, "I don't know either. I thought you should have arrived by now. I called your cell phone on the way, but it was off, right?"
"Yes, it was out of battery."
"I called earlier, but no one answered."
I said, "I just took a shower."
She said, "I knew you were going to shower, so I called your cell phone again."
I said, "Hurry up and come over."
She said, "I'm coming."
She arrived, wearing a tight-fitting black short-sleeved t-shirt with gold lace trim, black trousers, a small black snakeskin bag slung over her shoulder, and two plates of fruit in her hands—one of grapes and one of apples. She came in breathless and said, "Quick, take this." I quickly went over, took the tray, and placed it on the teacup.
We hadn't seen each other for three months. She looked thinner, and her complexion was paler. We kissed lightly.
I said, "I made a few more photos for you." I then took out five wedding photos I'd created on the computer, with a red base, giving them a bright and luxurious feel. She looked at the photos excitedly. I opened the computer again to show her the pictures. Just then, the landlady came in with a plate of fruit. Upon seeing the photos, she exclaimed in surprise, "So beautiful!" After looking at them for a while, knowing she shouldn't disturb us any longer, she said apologetically, "I'm leaving." She then got up and left the room.
I copied the photos onto a floppy disk, and she put the disk and photos together in a large envelope.
She walked to the tea table, sat on the sofa, and leisurely ate fruit. I opened a box of mooncakes and said with a smile, "This is to make up for my Mid-Autumn Festival mistake." Last time we talked on the phone, she said she hadn't eaten mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I specially brought some to share with her.
She happily broke open the mooncake, taking half for herself and giving me the other half, savoring it with relish, saying, "It tastes pretty good."
I like looking at her, but the more I look, the less clear she seems. It's not wine that intoxicates, but the feeling itself; it's not flowers that bewitch, but the feeling itself. I just keep looking at her.
She narrowed her bright red lips and deliberately asked, "You said just seeing me would be enough, right?"
I smiled and replied, "Yes."
She smiled broadly and teased me again, "Then you can see me, why do you still need me?"
I laughed, "That's called pushing your luck."
She glared at me, then smugly continued eating her fruit.
We chatted endlessly in the room until dinner time arrived. I went downstairs and told the landlady, "Since my colleague is also here, please treat Ana like your younger sister so we can eat together." I tried to minimize her suspicion and avoid trouble.
She smiled and said, "Okay, okay."
Sure enough, the landlady arrived with Ana and the receptionist, and everyone happily drank and ate.
That night, the landlady's husband accompanied me to the sauna for a back massage. Because I'd had a little to drink, my head was spinning. While the masseuse was massaging me, I simply told her I wanted to sleep and then I fell fast asleep. When I woke up, it was almost time to go.
I thought she might be dancing; she was a good dancer, and people always asked her to dance. She once told me with a smile, "These girls are younger than me, but I earn more money than them, and they can't do anything about it." That must be the charm of her dance moves and her demeanor!
So I went to the dance hall to check it out. Sure enough, she appeared out of nowhere, smiling and saying, "I'm going to dance." I nodded, and she floated away again. I went back to my room and read the newspaper for a while. Then she came in.
I asked, "How come you're better so quickly?"
She said, "I stopped jumping."
When she came out of the shower, I saw a beige towel wrapped around her chest. Her complexion was even more rosy after the bath, radiating youthful energy and a delicate, charming beauty. She smiled slightly at me, a smile that immediately reminded me of the poem by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: "A single glance, a smile, and a hundred charms bloom; three thousand palace beauties pale in comparison!"
She walked lightly to the bedside, sat on the carpet with her back against the edge, turned on my computer, and listened to VCDs like "Understanding You" and "Spring Blossoms." She sang along to two songs. Then she went to the tea table and ate fruit with relish.
She was innocent and lively, as carefree as a younger sister to her older brother. I always gazed at her intently, and she would softly ask, "What's so interesting?"
I didn't know either; I just couldn't get enough of looking at her. I loved her quiet, graceful beauty, a gentle and elegant charm.
She lay on the bed, and remembering that I had just given her a back massage—which she also enjoyed—I said, "I'll give you a back massage."
She happily replied, "Okay." Then she turned over, the towel wrapped around her loosening to reveal her smooth back. Her hands were behind her head, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, and her legs stretched out straight as she began to enjoy my massage.
I mimicked the masseuse's movements, diligently massaging her. She closed her eyes comfortably, letting out soft moans with each press. When I massaged her legs, she spread them open. When I massaged the Yongquan point on the soles of her feet, I said, "Massaging the Yongquan point is especially comfortable; my wife specifically asks me to massage it."
She said, "It really is very comfortable."
She turned over, naked before me, revealing her beautiful and alluring curves, displaying youthful charm and vitality. I couldn't help but feel a stirring in my heart, but quickly controlled myself, not wanting to get excited too early, saving the most beautiful moment for later. I spread her legs and placed them on my lap, beginning to massage her head. When I pressed on the acupoints in her lower back and pelvis area, she was very ticklish and couldn't help but laugh loudly, crying out, "No, no!"
My hands were getting a little sore, and I was slightly sweaty. I said, "Okay." Then, while chatting with her, I caressed her breasts. I would lift her breasts, massage her nipples, and tug at them to make them protrude, teasing her relentlessly.
She wouldn't let me touch her, saying, "You'll make them look ugly."
I said, "Nonsense, there's a science to touching breasts; it makes them more beautiful!"
Realizing she was wrong, she fell silent. I continued to caress her, lifting her breasts upwards until they were high and firm, then I would open my lips and kiss her sensitive nipples, sometimes licking them with the tip of my tongue. Soon, she became uncomfortable with the arousal from my passionate kisses and said inexplicably, "No!"
I stopped, bent down to kiss her, and she opened her lips in a curved shape. We kissed each other greedily. Then I gently kissed her full breasts, which swelled, her nipples standing erect. She began to feel restless and excited; when I touched her secret valley, it was already wet.
I asked, "Did you bring a condom?" I remembered our last conversation.
She said, "Yes, I did." She got up, took a condom from her purse, tore open the packaging, and helped me put it on, gently pressing it down to make sure it was properly secured.
She turned off the bedside lamp but left the TV on, leaving a little dim light in the room—it created a certain atmosphere.
I told her to put a pillow under my bottom, saying, "Put a pillow under there."
She asked hesitantly, "What for?"
"My wife likes it; it helps me penetrate deeper." My wife and I always do this when we make love.
"Try it," she said, curiously placing the pillow under my bottom.
I entered, and we immediately embraced and kissed tightly. Her movements were as fluid and skillful as her dance, passionate and unrestrained. She moved her hips, perfectly in sync with my frenzied thrusting. I saw her eyes narrow, her lips slightly parted, and she began to moan softly.
I calmly continued my efforts, trying to control myself from getting too excited. Her hands gripped my buttocks tightly, colliding and grinding against each other. Perhaps because we were wearing a condom, the stimulation was less intense. The lovemaking had been going on for a long time, and I felt a slight pain in my pubic bone. I said, "It hurts a little here."
She said, "Me too." Then she climbed on top of me, straddling me, and bent down to kiss my small breasts with her nimble tongue. I looked at her in surprise. She asked, "Is it comfortable?"
I smiled and said, "Nothing special."
She sat up, winked at me mischievously, lifted her buttocks, grabbed my erect penis, and tried to put it inside her. I was amazed by her romance—what an interesting lover! Whether it was because of the condom or because I wasn't used to a woman on top of me, I went soft. My wife had tried it once before, but she was too weak and couldn't last long, so we never did it again.
I said, "No, I'm soft."
She had to get off, and I pounced on top of her, continuing my rhythmic movements. A wave of pleasure rose within me, increasing my speed, and I began to thrust powerfully, faster and faster. Her moans grew heavier, emitting even louder "Ah...ah..." sounds.
Suddenly, we both cried out in pleasure almost simultaneously, embracing each other tightly, our bodies trembling uncontrollably, letting the heat surge and explode within us…
I lay comfortably and languidly on her burning body; her lower body was still pulsating rhythmically, contracting and gently sucking at me. I quietly enjoyed her wonderful throbbing, which slowly subsided after a few minutes, like a dance that, though ended, left a lingering, unforgettable aftertaste.
It was already past one in the morning, and we were both sleepy. We said in unison, “Let’s sleep,” and went to bed separately.
Around six o'clock, I woke up. I hadn't slept well last night, not deeply. When I went to lie down in her spot, she was awake too. I asked, "Did you sleep well?"
She said, "Not well."
I said, "I didn't sleep well either, I don't know why. You were sleeping very soundly."
She said, "I probably slept a lot this afternoon."
I stroked her breasts, and she kissed me. We embraced, and soon she became breathless and excited, using her hand to stroke my erect penis. We kissed passionately, our tongues teasing and chasing each other, tasting the fresh, sweet saliva. A strong passion quickly rose within me; I wanted to possess her, to melt her into my body, to make her a part of me. I didn't want to
wear a condom; after all, it's a layer of protection. She would take care of me, so I didn't bring it up again, and she didn't ask me either. I entered her body with pleasure. She knew my movements well, her hands gripping my buttocks, bouncing with my thrusts, emitting soft moans that drove me wild with desire. Her beautiful face turned pale, her large, pretty eyes half-closed, only the whites showing, her breathing growing heavier. She entered a dazzling, illusory paradise before I did. I couldn't resist the excitement and quickly followed her to the blissful state.
We continued to embrace, gently kissing each other. I loved staying with her, not wanting to leave, enjoying the rhythmic contractions of her pulse, savoring the lingering afterglow of our climax—that was what complete lovemaking was!
Finally, I got off her and lay on another bed. I said, "We can't be together today or tomorrow." She understood my predicament and nodded.
I meticulously planned our date, telling her, "I'd like to stay an extra day, attend two more meetings, and then I'll be free on the 14th, returning to Beijing on the 15th, okay?"
She replied, "I've wanted to go back for a while now, even if you weren't here for the meeting. My house needs renovations, and I need to go back."
I asked, "Can't you go home on the 15th?"
She shook her head, saying, "There's a bus on the 14th, directly to Nanchang."
I couldn't ask her any further, and helplessly said, "Then there's nothing I can do."
Around 8 a.m., we finally went downstairs for breakfast. While we were eating, the secretary arrived. I was secretly surprised; what bad luck! He's a smart man; he'd definitely guess our relationship, but I didn't care.
The delegates arrived one after another, and we couldn't be together. Lovers' rendezvous are always so secretive and tense. Although we were so close, we were worlds apart, rarely able to meet. The only comfort I found was hearing her familiar voice on my cell phone.
After lunch, I called her over, and we chatted and laughed in the room, her stories filling the air.
I said, "I'll stay in room 201 tomorrow, then we can be together again." I figured someone would be leaving first, so the room was definitely mine.
She nodded.
By evening, we had to part ways and leave in a hurry.
At dinner, I told my secretary, "Arrange the guests' activities for tonight. I won't be going out; I have some things to take care of and can't leave." He agreed and went to arrange for the guests to go out for karaoke and dancing. I just called her on my cell phone when she finished dancing. She said she'd wait for me at the crossroads, so we went to her place.
Xiao Ai and I shared a room. She had changed into a floral-patterned nightgown and lay on the bed. Because Xiao Ai was there, I was initially a bit reserved sitting next to her. We chatted, and as we talked, I put her feet on my lap and gently massaged her calves and Yongquan acupoint. I didn't care whether Xiao Ai was there or not; we were intimately close and relaxed, like family. Soon it was midnight, and I was about to leave. She followed me out, and I hugged her and gave her a gentle kiss goodbye at the door.
The next day, I was fully focused on my meeting. After lunch, I went straight to her place. After some small talk, I said, "I got a call from above, and I have to go back to Beijing immediately for the 'Three Stresses Education' campaign. I can't help it."
She said, "You said you'd stay another day. You leave tomorrow, and I'll go home the day after. My house is waiting for renovations."
Tonight is the last day. I'm leaving tomorrow. It's another rushed trip, and this time it's all my fault. What bad luck! Half-jokingly, half-seriously, I said, "I'll book Miss Ana for tonight, let's go singing and dancing."
She said, "Forget it, don't waste money. The room fee is 100 yuan an hour, plus 100 yuan for the stage fee. I'll go with you." She always thinks of me.
I just smiled and didn't say anything.
Two hours passed quickly as we talked, and I reluctantly returned to my room.
The meeting continued in the afternoon, and since I wasn't chairing it, I thought about the evening's arrangements. Thinking of this, I immediately ran out of the meeting room to ask the landlady for the key to room 201, but someone else had already taken it. I was stunned. Hadn't I agreed to take this room? I was so careless. But seeing the landlady's embarrassed look, I didn't blame her.
I said to the landlady, "Never mind, are there any other rooms?"
The landlady said, "Yes, okay." I was slightly relieved.
There were so many people eating at dinner time, eleven tables in total, eating and drinking in a lively atmosphere. But I was distracted, thinking about how I could spend the night with her.
Old Zhang, a bit drunk, slurred, "Let's go sing karaoke tonight, okay?"
Hearing this, an idea popped into my head, and I blurted out, "Sure, you're paying."
He actually called the Yulan Karaoke Bar for a private room, so I said to him, "I'll call Ana over, which lady do you want?"
He said, "I'll find one myself."
I immediately called her on my cell phone and said, "Come over right now, let's go sing."
She replied, "Okay."
After waiting for a while, she arrived wearing a light gray suit, the long skirt wide enough to almost cover her feet, giving her a different kind of charm—a mature and alluring young woman. I stared at her dress, so unique. She noticed my gaze and said, "Like a young married woman."
I complimented, "Yes."
"This dress is only for home; it's not suitable here, not sexy."
"But I like this elegant style." On her, it possessed a simple, understated beauty.
"Why did you take so long?"
"I took a shower."
"Why did you shower there?"
"I used four thermos flasks to clean myself thoroughly. I always shower before going out."
She loved cleanliness, just like her personality—pure and unyielding, like a pristine jade.
The three of them left first. I followed, not wanting to go with them, afraid of being seen and gossiped about.
I asked the landlady, "Does Ana know that room?"
She replied, "Maybe."
I said, "Then you should tell her."
After I made the arrangements, the four of us went to a private room at the Magnolia Karaoke Bar. The tea table was laden with fruit and tea. The decor was rather basic, and the sound system was mediocre, but I was quite content with her being next to me. We each picked a song, some familiar, some unfamiliar.
I said, "Miss Ana, would you please dance with me?" I bowed like a gentleman, extending my hand in a gesture of invitation.
She reached out her hand, stood up, and I embraced her as we danced. A unique, fresh fragrance emanated from her, like the rich, delicate scent of tulips. Holding her felt incredibly soft, elegant, and graceful as we danced slowly to the music.
This scent, only one fragrance can truly drive a person mad, to ecstasy. I don't know if it was because of this invisible, intangible yet deeply ingrained scent that I willingly remained faithful to her as a lover? It's strange enough to think about it.
I whispered in her ear, "Do you know the other room?"
She said, "I don't know which room, I only know that the building is near the stop, a bit far." I said, "
Then I won't go. I'll talk to the landlady." I went to find the landlady and said, "Never mind."
The landlady said, "Then what should we do?" I just said it was fine and went back to the karaoke bar.
We sang until ten o'clock. I didn't want to sing anymore. It was the last night; we'd have to part again tomorrow. Thinking about this, I felt a pang of sadness. I just wanted to be alone with her. I said to Lao Zhang, "Let's go." Then the four of us went to a small hotel nearby.
As soon as she entered the room, she casually locked the door, then took off her suit and turned on the TV. I went to take a shower first.
When I came out of the shower, I saw her lying leisurely on the bed, wearing only a pink bra and a matching pink bikini, her legs spread wide, eating cake and watching TV. What a beautiful sight!
The white sheets accentuated her youthful curves, her smiling face was elegant and well-proportioned, and her pure heart, like her bright and clear eyes, attracted me like a magnet. I went over and sat down next to her. The sheer bikini bottoms revealed her curves, the glimpses of her breasts stirring my heart. Why was it that only she could arouse me? I couldn't explain it.
I travel frequently for work and have met many girls, but none can compare to her. She left an unforgettable impression on me, making me yearn for her and fall deeply in love with her. I am not a person who is easily moved by emotions. In factories, in the army, and in government offices, through life's hardships, honors, and promotions, I have never shown any particular excitement or sadness. I let everything take its natural course and do not deliberately pursue anything. But her appearance, from the moment we met, could not be forgotten. Only with the passage of time has my longing for her grown stronger.
She wasn't just attractive on the outside; many women were prettier and younger than her, but none could catch my attention or leave a lasting impression. It was her气质 (qi zhi, a combination of temperament, bearing, and inner qualities) and her soul that truly captivated me. She often told me, "Many customers say I feel particularly good and look very comfortable." How could I be so lucky? Was it truly a predestined relationship from a past life?
I asked her, "Is it a predestined relationship from a past life?"
She smiled slightly but didn't answer.
We weren't born in the same year, but we were born on the same day, month, and year. We both had similarly sized, round birthmarks on the inside of our left thighs. What a coincidence!
Although our social statuses are vastly different, I only feel my true self in her presence, without the slightest affectation or hypocrisy. Despite our different levels of education, we find ourselves congenial and can talk about anything, pursuing equality and freedom. Even in the world of pleasure, she remains pure and untainted, unlike some prostitutes who resort to deception, feigned madness, or affected charm—a vulgar and tasteless affair. She has clear likes and dislikes. She never asks anything of me; she knows I am caught in a web of power struggles and traps. Recently, Li Changqing, the governor of Jiangxi, was executed because his lust for power fueled his lust, which in turn fueled his lust for power. She never allows me to use my power to do anything for her—what a noble and kind woman. Our mutual trust and understanding are what made our relationship last.
But societal norms don't tolerate extramarital affairs. The biggest fear is being found out, being gossiped about—that would be a disaster. With some worry, she said, "I wonder if my secretary knows? He's a man of few words, but very clever; he'll figure it out."
"He definitely knows. We ate breakfast together, and he found out. We also bumped into each other in Beijing," she recalled.
I said worriedly, "There's nothing I can do. No matter what I try, there are too many clues. That time in Suzhou, my secretary came to my room early the next morning. He never used to come into my room; there were too many clues." "
Yes," she said, also feeling a great deal of helplessness.
I got up to smoke, and she jumped onto the other bed, grabbed the TV remote, and settled comfortably to watch TV. She'd glance at me every now and then, sometimes raising her legs to her shoulders, sometimes spreading them wide like a gymnast, her thighs almost in a straight line, her face beaming with excitement.
I was touched by her innocence, yet aroused by her sensuality. I quickly stripped off my clothes, sat naked between her thighs, first removing her bra to reveal her firm breasts, then hooking my hand around the edge of her narrow bikini and pulling it down. She thrust her hips forward, revealing a beautiful body that captivated me completely.
She stretched out her arms as if to embrace me; her breasts were firm and perky, her waist and abdomen flat, her hips curving like an arc, her thighs long and white, her vulva gleaming with an oil-painted sheen. As I looked at her, the way she lay there resembled a pornographic photo I'd seen on the internet—it was so similar. Her eyes were gentle and soft, her long black hair flowing freely, accentuating her quiet beauty. Even her breasts were almost identical, full and perky. I couldn't help but gasp, "So alike!" I pulled her close, feeling her tenderness.
We gazed at each other. I leaned down, wanting to kiss her lips, but she softly refused, "Don't wipe off your lipstick."
I didn't understand. She was particularly sensitive to kissing; why wouldn't she let me this time? Fine, if she wouldn't let me kiss her, I'd kiss her breasts instead. As we kissed, she became increasingly aroused, but I stopped kissing her. Instead, I sat up opposite her, spreading her legs wide, almost straight, completely revealing her alluring vulva. I was mesmerized, and before I could resist peeking into that enchanting valley, she blushed and quickly covered herself with her hands, preventing me from seeing. I spread her legs again, placing them on my thighs, and pressed my penis between her labia, gently caressing her breasts while rubbing her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, making them erect and engorged.
Playing and chatting, I said, "My little cannon is up."
"Little cannon!" My humorous remark made her laugh.
I continued touching her breasts, reminiscing about the past: "We've known each other for two whole years."
She said, "Yes, two whole years."
"At first, I didn't pay much attention. But on the way down the mountain, the three of you were walking ahead, and I was behind. When I looked up at your back, I knew it was all over."
"I was just carrying a bag, different from others, right?"
"That time I didn't dare ask you for your pager number." "
You're one to talk! I never give out customer numbers. You said on the computer that I would proactively give you my number, I really wanted to scold you then!"
"It was you who said it, I wrote it down truthfully." I explained indignantly.
"Nonsense, you wouldn't make it up yourself." She insisted firmly.
"It's true, why would I make it up?" I continued to argue.
"I never give my number to a man, never." I knew she was a proud and arrogant woman.
"A good man doesn't argue with a woman." I couldn't argue with her, so I had to give in.
"A good woman doesn't argue with a man." She wouldn't let me off the hook.
I pounced on her, kissing her face. She cried out, "Wow! Your beard has scratched my face, it looks like I have pockmarks!"
I said, "I want to kiss your little sister." Without waiting for her permission, I spread her legs and kissed her. But she clamped her legs together, preventing me from kissing her. I continued kissing her between her legs, and she cried out, "No! Your beard is hurting!"
I then realized I hadn't shaved for two days and looked like a wild man. I turned back, cupped her face in my hands, and said emotionally, "I really love you, I think about you almost every day. Do you feel the same way?"
She didn't answer, just stared at me intently.
"Tell me," I pleaded, almost begging, wanting to hear her express her longing for me.
“Some things don’t need to be said. It’s better to keep them in your heart. Isn’t there a saying, ‘Silence speaks louder than words’?” she explained softly.
I savored her words, feeling their warmth.
I nudged her leg, and she knew I wanted her. She opened her legs, running her hand over that warm, moist sacred place. I grasped my hard penis and thrust it in. This time it felt especially gentle and comfortable; the first few times I felt a slight, tight pain. She arched her back, and I entered her deeply.
We moved, and after a while, she pulled one of my legs to the outside, leaving the other in the middle, crossing them. I ignored this position and continued my thrusting. Her hands gripped my buttocks tightly, grinding against each other in rhythm with my movements. We were perfectly in sync, perfectly coordinated. Without needing any extra words, we both entered a new realm of love, only our breathing filling the air.
The television was still playing softly. Her eyes were half-closed, leaving only a slit. Her teeth were clenched, and her buttocks moved rhythmically up and down with me, intertwining and grinding against each other. She groaned, "Ouch! Ouch!" My face was pressed against her burning face as I murmured incoherently, biting her ear and kissing her neck. I couldn't contain my excitement; a surge of intense desire rose rapidly within me, rushing to my lower abdomen.
My pubic bone still ached slightly during our last lovemaking, so I sped up. She knew I was close, and like a release, she became even more intense, letting out moans that resonated deep within me. I pressed my entire body against hers, motionless, and we held each other tightly, our breaths ragged, both of us reaching the peak of pleasure simultaneously…
Lovemaking is an exchange of love, a fusion of souls. Afterwards, I felt a comfortable exhaustion. Confident in my physical condition, I didn't feel tired at all, saying, "I'm not tired at all, and I'm not sweating."
She whispered, "That's good, as long as we're both comfortable."
I wanted to stay with her a little longer, to savor the rhythmic pulse within her, that musical cadence. But she said, "It's going to come out."
I wanted to stay inside her a little longer, but the thought of parting tomorrow, perhaps truly a final farewell, filled me with melancholy. Gazing at her radiant face after the passion, I sighed softly, "Meng, I'm leaving tomorrow."
She seemed to sense the sorrow of parting too. Her soft little hand gently stroked my face, cautiously asking, "Will you come again?"
I remained silent. Time flowed by in the stillness. Gently stroking her smooth, delicate breasts, I said helplessly, "I don't know." "
After you go back, you'll have to endure three lectures, three months of solitary confinement, and no leave allowed. Who knows when we'll meet again after this separation?"
"Knowing your older brother is my blessing. You gave me joy, the courage and confidence to live."
"Actually, I'm very selfish; I couldn't help you through this difficult time."
"No, you once told me that our meeting was fate, and that we should savor every minute of life, because beautiful moments, once gone, are gone forever. That's why I didn't choose suicide. The old saying, 'Enjoy life while you can, for tomorrow you may die,' is that the meaning?"
She seemed more rational and mature to me. I said, "Our time together is short; we will eventually part, and the ending will surely be tragic." I felt sad that the chances of us seeing each other again were very, very slim.
"Actually, it should be a comedy. The relationship between a man and a woman should be natural and harmonious. What we pursue is that harmony, communication, and fate between two people, just like your relationship with your wife."
I sincerely felt her maturity and said, "From the very beginning, I sensed that you were different from me. Meeting you was a dream, forever the most beautiful dream in my memory, a comedy in my life's journey. You are an angel in my heart, and angels are always perfect."
After our hasty parting, we exchanged a few phone calls to say hello. She said she went home to renovate her room. This morning, she called. I asked, "Where are you now?"
She seemed very excited, speaking quickly and clearly, like slicing beans: "In Nanchang. Planning to open a fast food restaurant. The location is great, the busiest place. I just looked at the shop and came back."
I was happy with her decision and kept saying "Great!" I asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
She said, "I'm a little nervous. The bank won't lend more money, and I can't get the funds."
I asked, "How much are you short?"
She said, "About 50,000."
Without hesitation, I agreed, "I'll figure something out for you."
I can feel relieved that she has found her place, although it also means we'll never see each other again. A pang of sadness lingers. Two years of feelings, two years of longing—it's not something that can be easily severed. There's always something hard to let go of. Besides my wife, only she has ever occupied my heart, bringing me joy, making me yearn, and haunting my dreams.
She wants to open a fast-food restaurant to realize her dreams and her pursuits. She's a rare and talented woman, charming and alluring, yet her life has been fraught with hardship, isolated and proud, fighting against fate. Being able to offer her some support brings me a sense of balance. I have no extravagant desires; our love, our shared experience, is enough.
Because I never handle money, I had to confess to my wife about this 50,000 yuan.
My wife and I were on the bed in the bedroom, her petite body nestled against my chest, caressing my small nipples. In the past, we would always flirt, and in the heat of the moment, we would plunge into a frenzied sea of desire. But at this moment, I had something else on my mind. How could I speak?
I said solemnly, "Lin, I want to discuss something with you."
"What is it?" she asked casually.
"I need fifty thousand yuan." I was direct, not wanting to beat around the bush.
"Not a lover, right?" she joked again.
"...Yes." I gently stroked her face, not wanting to hide it.
She was startled, silent for a long time before saying resentfully, "Actually, I read your little sister's letter."
"...I'm sorry." I felt guilty, bracing myself for a scolding from my wife, my entire body tense.
She sighed calmly, stopping her caress of me, and said, "I'm not an unreasonable woman. It wasn't easy for you to get to this position. How many officials have ruined their lives for another woman!" "
She's not that kind of woman! Really."
She continued, "I know, I know how many worms are in your stomach, but let it go, only once."
I immediately relaxed my tense nerves, tenderly kissing my wife, saying, "If you do it again, you'll be severely punished."
She pulled away, unable to suppress her doubts, and said, "Is she really that worth your passion?"
I leaned forward slightly, caressing her still full breasts, and said, "She makes me feel the same passion as you did when you were young."
"How is she?"
I began to relax, triggering memories of the past. I said, "Mutual affection, mutual love, a soulmate—such a rare find!" As I spoke, my hand moved to my wife's genitals, the touch as soft and smooth as Ah Meng's.
My wife's breathing quickened, her still full thighs slowly parted. In my mind, Ah Meng's body seemed to become clearer, her voice closer, my thoughts more chaotic. I stroked her fine pubic hair, her plump labia gripping my fingers, sucking and contracting.
She was intoxicated! "Hmm...hmm..." she moaned softly. I pressed down on my wife, kissing her mouth, neck, and breasts incessantly; below, I parted her thighs with my legs, my buttocks rising and falling with each thrust. My wife's face was flushed, as if she had a fever. She moaned softly, her eyes half-open, pleading, "Don't torture me, no, no..." Her hands frantically gripped me, sinking into her plump, moist forbidden zone. My wife groaned, struggling to arch her back, thrusting and grinding with my rhythm.
I stared at her pretty face, half-hidden by her disheveled hair, so beautiful and alluring, like Ah Meng, and couldn't help but increase my speed. The sounds of "tsk tsk" filled the air, the impact against my wife's buttocks and thighs making a "splat" sound. My wife's breathing became heavy, emitting intermittent moans: "Ah... umm... ah..." Her two white, plump breasts trembled up and down, side to side, and when I touched her two erect nipples, they were as firm as Ah Meng's. I took one of her hard nipples into my mouth, saying dreamily, "Still so beautiful... really..."
My wife let out intermittent sounds of joy: "Really... Is she prettier than her... Mmm... Ah!" She shook her head even more violently, her dark hair flying wildly on the pillow. My tongue entered her mouth, and her slippery tongue quickly rolled in, our tongues swirling together, filled with Ah Meng's sweet fragrance. Lost in ecstasy, I cried out wildly in my heart: "Ah Meng... I love you..."
My wife twisted her waist violently, her hips swaying, panting and moaning in response to my voice: "Ah... I love you too..." My sweat dripped onto her face and neck, the sweat between our chests soaking into a pool, making a "slurping" sound.
I stared at my wife's infatuated and seductive appearance, her eyes glazed, panting heavily, a tight, tingling sensation spreading through my body, and I couldn't help but moan softly. My wife's head swayed back and forth with her body, her hands gripping my back tightly, her nails digging deep into my skin, her plump buttocks bouncing in rhythm with my movements.
I thrust violently, letting out a muffled cry: "No!..." My wife's burning face pressed tightly against my neck, her hands clinging to me, her whole body jerking, her buttocks heaving violently, emitting a deafening cry of "Oh... Oh..."! It was breathtaking, and my whole body stiffened instantly, strikingly similar to Ah Meng's! This was the first time I had felt such intense inner joy! The first time
I had been so unrestrained and wild! A surge of heat rushed to my brain, I closed my eyes, pressed firmly against my wife's uterus, letting myself roam freely within her, a thousand versions of myself vying to enter her body. My wife's genitals then rhythmically contracted and convulsed... followed by her whole body trembling, melting, sublimating, experiencing ecstasy as if floating on clouds, playing the most perfect duet!
She kissed me contentedly, nestled tightly in my arms, and asked with infinite allure, "Does she do that too?"
"I see you as her."
"Then be my lover!"

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