Mark - Beauty Pageant Passion

On the night of the beauty pageant finals, Peter and I watched it at home. He's a "super" enthusiast too, and we were drinking fine
French wine.

Peter's interest in the pageant wasn't entirely unfounded; he wanted to pick
a "queen" from among the beauties—one who was both beautiful and capable.

Faced with this kind of situation, there are quite a few men like Peter, especially the "super" enthusiasts. They react to beauty
pageants like real estate developers seeing prime land up for auction, their faces lighting up with excitement.

Of course, their ultimate goal is to find a piece of land they like and successfully
acquire .

Peter and I were engrossed in watching TV for almost half an hour when Peter suddenly asked me,

"Hey! Have you found one you like?"

I shook my head and said, "I can only answer you with the words 'too many choices,' but what about you?"

Peter said, "I've found one I like!"

"What number is it?" I asked him.

He smiled wryly and said, "This northern girl...it seems I've met her before, but I
can't quite place where we met."

"You're joking," I said, taking a sip of my drink. "You haven't even finished your drink, and you're already drunk and singing nonsense
."

Peter put down his glass and said, "I'm not drunk. I'm serious. I really have seen this northern girl before, and we
even..."

"And what?" I laughed loudly. "Did you have a connection with her before?"

Peter said seriously, "Why would I lie to you, a friend as old as you?"

"That's true," I nodded. "To be honest, among these beauties, there's one I recognize very well,
but I'm not sure if it's her. Never mind."

Hearing me say this, Peter immediately stood up excitedly and said, "Are you dreaming?"

I shook my head and said, "It's too early to be dreaming. The problem is, even with makeup, I'm not sure if she
's Anna."

Peter immediately pressed, "How did you meet her? I'd love to hear it."

Seeing his interest, I drank some wine, lit a cigarette, and told him how I met Anna.

Speaking of Anna, I can't help but mention that "Pretty Maid Agency."

The owner of this company was a Filipina woman named Marge, about forty years old. She dressed
very liked to smoke, and was very talkative.

One day, I sneaked into her company for a casual look. When she saw me, she said, "Sir, are you looking to hire a maid?"

I casually replied, "If there's a suitable one, I'd like to find one, but she must be loyal and reliable."

She thought I was a business opportunity and immediately treated me warmly, even showing me a photo album and saying solicitously, "If
you see one you like, just let me know."

As I looked through the photos, we chatted, and she described each "beauty" in detail. It was then that I
realized that Maggie's "Pretty Maid Introduction Center" was actually an unusual matchmaking company.

The next day, I went to see Maggie again. This time, I gave her a pack of her favorite cigarettes, which naturally made her
jump . She asked me which "favorite" beauty I had. I smiled at her and then changed the subject, not talking about women, but
about the stock market.

She immediately asked me, "The stock market has been declining lately, have you been affected?"

"No," I replied, "I don't often do this kind of investment. I occasionally dabble in a few hands, just to entertain some
friends, but I'm lucky, I've always made a profit."

She smiled and said, "Are your friends 'big players'?"

I nodded and said, "Maybe, they're all businessmen. Actually, in terms of seniority, I'm their nephew."

Maggie seemed very interested in stock trading. Hearing me say this, she immediately said, "If you have any good news in the future, it would be best
to let me know so I can make some money too." After saying this, she wrote down her mobile phone number for me.

I understood her intention perfectly. I took her note and said goodbye.

This is my consistent "fishing" strategy; one cannot be impatient, just like the admonition from Lee Teng-hui to Taiwanese businessmen: "Be patient
and avoid haste."

Two days later, I went to talk to Maggie again, but this time not at her company, but at a nearby bar
. The atmosphere there was pleasant, quiet, and comfortable.

Of course, my target wasn't Maggie; I only saw her as a "bridge."

We got along very well, and I learned that she had been running her company for over three years. She said that rent was too expensive and
maintenance costs too high, making business very difficult. Fortunately, she had diversified her business, which allowed her to barely survive.

I jokingly told her that finding a mistress was less urgent than finding a part-time maid, and if she granted my
wish , I would give her ten more cartons of American cigarettes if we successfully connected.

She was overjoyed and asked, "What type do you like?"

"There aren't any special conditions, but most importantly, she must have a clean background and not have a history of causing trouble."

She thought for a moment and said, "I just remembered one, but the question is whether you two are compatible. For me, that's a piece of cake
."

I immediately thanked her profusely.

Maggie said, "Tomorrow is Sunday. Come to my company. I'll arrange for them to come beforehand. If you see
someone you like, let me know..."

I immediately said, "Okay, it's a deal."

On Sunday morning, I went to Maggie's company as agreed and gave her a pack of American cigarettes.

I saw several "beauties" there, including girls from the UK, the North, and Singapore.

After a quick glance around, I was struck by a petite and strikingly beautiful woman. She appeared to be around twenty years old,
with captivating eyes and a charming dimple when she smiled. I gave Maggie a meaningful look.

Maggie immediately introduced me. Her name was Anna, and she was from Hangzhou. She seemed very shy, and after some persuasion, she
finally agreed to have lunch with me.

During our conversation, I learned that she had only been in Hong Kong for two months and hadn't found a job yet. She had recently joined
Maggie's company as a "guest" through a friend's introduction.

I asked her, "Did you have a close boyfriend in the past?"

She smiled wryly and said, "Yes, we were classmates, but during my university preparatory year, he got a job at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and
we ."

"Do you still miss him?" I pressed.

"I did miss him at first," she said, "but after coming to Hong Kong, I stopped thinking about him because it was pointless
."

I asked again, "Did you take this job because you felt lonely after losing your boyfriend?"

"That's one reason," she said, "Secondly, I really hope to find a boyfriend who truly loves me."

These few words revealed her true feelings and showed that she was already "someone who had been through it all." In other words, she had already
experienced sexual intimacy, and once lost, she naturally couldn't forget it, especially when feeling down, she couldn't help but
think about it.

This was indeed encouraging news.

However, I thought to myself that for a first encounter, I shouldn't be too hasty
and lack romance; I might scare her away if I wasn't careful.

To boost her confidence, I made up a story, saying my situation was quite similar to hers—I was also
single , without a wife, and living a lonely life.

She looked at me skeptically and said, "I don't believe you."

"If you don't believe me, I can spend every day with you to prove I'm single," I explained.

Anna finally smiled and said, "Okay, I'll consider it."

This meeting could be considered a good start.

The next day, I bought twelve beautiful roses and some high-quality chocolate early in the morning and delivered them to Marge's company, saying
they were for Anna when she came.

Marge immediately said, "Are you going to back out now that you've crossed the bridge?"

I quickly handed her a pack of American cigarettes, saying, "You modern matchmaker, how could I leave you out?"

Marge asked, "Do you have any words for Anna?"

I then told her, "When Anna comes, tell her I'll be waiting for her at the Peninsula Restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui at 7 pm, no
exceptions."

That evening, Anna and I had dinner at the Half-Wu Restaurant. She was overjoyed, considering it the happiest day in three years.

After dinner, I took her to the Tsim Sha Tsui waterfront. She leaned against the railing, lost in thought.

I knew this was the perfect opportunity to make my move, so I whispered in her ear, "Have you considered whether I'm
qualified to be your boyfriend?"

She didn't answer, but her silence was practically an admission.

It was already dark, and there was no one around. I didn't care about anything else and pulled her into my arms, kissing her passionately.

Anna didn't resist. She said, "If I give myself to you, can you swear you won't be with another woman?"

In this situation, even the most foolish man would nod and say "yes" a thousand times. Naturally, I swore my promise.

When it comes to sex, time isn't everything; passion and sparks are what make a minute feel like an hour.

Luckily, I've been around for years. No matter where I am, a thought flashes through my mind, and it instantly becomes like a computer screen
. A single press reveals the nearest place of pleasure.

At this moment, we were in Tsim Sha Tsui East. The nearest place was Chatham Road and Prat Lane, where there were many "love
retreats ." However, my favorite was "Resting Garden," located on the top floor of a residential building. It had a very
homey atmosphere, and because of its secluded location, it was mostly frequented by regulars, so it wasn't always full.

Once we decided, I took Anna to the roadside and hailed a taxi. In less than five minutes, we arrived at the door.

Everything went smoothly. At this moment, Anna was completely mine.

Just as I expected, after more than two months of "hunger," she suddenly became passionate and fiery in bed,
as a leopard that had escaped its cage.

She whispered in my ear, "Actually, I've been thinking about it so much, even more than you."

The "thinking" she meant, of course, was about "that thing." A
woman who had experienced the full spectrum of life, who had tasted tenderness and passion, hadn't tasted "flesh" for two months, and was already feeling restless. This was purely a physiological need, unrelated to personality.

In recent years, I've developed a habit of taking a bath together before anything else.

Lying naked in that large, spray-filled bathtub, flirting, caressing, and kissing—the pleasure was indescribable
.

Although Anna was a shy girl, her physical passion at that moment made her unrestrained. She had
no In her eyes, I was practically a super prince charming.

As I gently and tenderly caressed her firm, snow-white breasts, she would occasionally let out a captivating cry. Though her voice
was soft, it sounded more beautiful to my ears than a Chopin melody.

After caressing her breasts for a while, her nipples immediately hardened, becoming as firm as red beans. Instinctively, I bent
down to kiss her, licking the right one first, then the left.

Suddenly, she cried out, "Ouch, ouch," and said urgently, "I can't take it anymore, I want... I want..."
As she spoke, she reached out and grasped my penis, gently stroking it.

Although her touch was haphazard, I felt as if I were being electrocuted, as if an
electric current was coursing through my entire body, every pore, every cell enjoying endless pleasure.

This was the feeling of love, a healthy reaction of desire. At this point, we hadn't yet entered a passionate phase; it was only the beginning.

Her hand, holding my penis, began to stroke it rhythmically, and my hand returned the gesture. Although we were lying
on the bathtub, my sense of touch still detected a deep wetness deep within her vagina, a wetness that kept increasing. So
I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Anna, shall we go to bed?"

She nodded without speaking.

I gently helped her stand up and used a towel to dry her body. My hands, through the towel, wiped away the water droplets on her skin and gently
caressed her breasts.

She also used a towel to dry me, and when she touched my penis, she couldn't help but squat down,
open cherry-like mouth, and take my seven-inch penis into her mouth, swirling it around with her little tongue. The
ecstasy was indescribable. If I hadn't urged her to go to bed, I believe she would have continued to give me oral sex. When

passion between a man and a woman reaches its peak, many subconscious passionate actions will spontaneously emerge. Anna was just
like that; in bed, her frenzied actions were like a wild horse unleashed.

Our initial position was man on top, but after a while, she couldn't wait to change.

She kindly said to me, "I'll be on top, so you can save some energy."

Her concern filled me with gratitude; I felt it was a genuine expression of love.

She was completely absorbed in the passion, welcoming each of my thrusts. Of course, she was overflowing with desire, but what I found most
unbearable was that once wasn't enough!

She insisted I go again. This story teaches me: a woman who appears calm on the outside might become a wild horse in bed!

After listening, Peter asked me, "Do you still keep in touch?"

I smiled wryly and said, "I don't know where she ran off to. All I can recall now is that unforgettable moment."

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