Rou Jie in my life

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Love is like a homesick impulse to find a peaceful home. No matter the type of relationship, there's always a desire to find a calm harbor for the soul. In our youth, no matter how strong we are, there are always times of uncertainty during life's transitions. At such times, if someone can guide us towards the future, we will be grateful for life. Roujie was the one who gently guided me through a crucial period of my growth. Maslow's hierarchy of needs states that the lowest level is physiological needs, and the next level is safety needs. Roujie gave me abundant love and security at both levels. At the same time, Roujie's dedication, respect, and guidance allowed me to gain and grow in many ways.

I appreciate fine things. When recalling my past with Roujie, I always describe a detail, a scene, with particular precision. I'm naturally a meticulous person; closing my eyes to recall those simple yet profound details often brings a sense of quiet contemplation.

Once, while on a business trip abroad, I saw a nude-colored diamond ring on sale. After calculating the costs and adding the tax refund, it wasn't too expensive, so I bought one and placed it in a pretty little red heart-shaped box. After buying it, I kept thinking about how to surprise Roujie. I racked my brains, and finally came up with a plan on the plane back to China. Although I was exhausted from the journey and jet lag, I only slept one night in my rented apartment before heading to Roujie's city.

Roujie said she wanted to welcome me back and would pick me up directly from the train station. When I came out of the high-speed rail station, Roujie was waiting for me at the exit, standing with her arms crossed and legs slightly crossed, looking incredibly charming. That day, Roujie wore a simple white dress and peep-toe heels, elegant and sexy. If young girls are like graceful maidens, then Roujie was like a rare orchid in a secluded valley. I went up and gave Roujie a firm hug. Roujie was overjoyed, and we went to the parking lot together to get the car. Even on that short drive, I secretly held Roujie's hand a few times, but she playfully pushed it away each time: "You little rascal, there are a lot of people here, be careful."

After arriving at the parking lot, we shared a deep kiss in the car, easing our longing for each other. Roujie's gentleness always melts my heart, freeing me from any form of fatigue and leaving me feeling energetic and vigorous. In the back seat, Roujie held me in her arms like a mother holding a baby. I lay back, my face tilted upwards, and Roujie leaned down to kiss me. Roujie's hair obediently fell from her temples, covering my forehead, her eyes gently closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her beauty beyond compare. After kissing for a long time, Roujie patted me and said, "Okay, let's go eat." Then I reluctantly moved away, and Roujie took out a small mirror from her bag to touch up her makeup. From the side, Roujie's face was gentle and elegant. I said, "Sister, you remind me of a line from a poem." She said, "What line?" I said, "A delicate bun, tinkling jade pendants, pomegranate blossoms reflecting rosy cheeks." Roujie laughed heartily, "I'm not that good." I said, "Sister, you've always been this good in my heart."

We returned to the front seat, slowly drove the car out of the parking lot, and went to the restaurant. Roujie had already made a reservation. On the way, I suddenly had another mischievous idea and asked Roujie to stop at a fruit stand. Roujie said, "Want some fruit? Let's buy some after we eat." I said, "Just stop here, I want to buy it here." Roujie parked the car on the side of the road, and I ran out and bought a bunch of bright red grapes, like agate, large and very beautiful. Roujie didn't ask any questions; it was a small matter not worth asking.

When we arrived at the restaurant parking lot, Roujie turned off the engine and prepared to get out of the car. I tugged at Roujie: "Sister, wait a minute." Roujie said, "Put your bag in the trunk, you don't need to carry it." I said, "That's not what I meant..." I mischievously took out the grapes: "I want honey-glazed grapes." Roujie exclaimed and smacked my head: "What are you thinking about all day?" I said, "Didn't you teach me? Honey-glazed meat." Actually, I learned it from "White Deer Plain," if you don't understand, go read the book, it's also in "Ruined Capital." Roujie was worried about it being dirty and afraid that the grapes would be hard to get out after being put in. I said, "When you walk, the opening is downward, how could you not get them out?" After much persuasion, Sister Rou finally agreed. I wiped the grapes repeatedly with a wet wipe before I could see them disappear one by one into Sister Rou's equally delicate labia. Six grapes were placed in a row. Sister Rou pulled her panties up again and again, afraid they would fall out on the road. Sister Rou

carefully opened the car door and took small, hesitant steps forward, as if she couldn't walk anymore. I followed Sister Rou slowly behind, reaching out to help her when she made exaggerated movements, wanting to laugh but not daring to, afraid of upsetting her. Despite my caution, I still heard Sister Rou let out a soft cry, and one of the round grapes closest to the entrance of her vagina slipped out, rolling away on the ground. Luckily, no one saw it.

This was also a Western restaurant, and Sister Rou always said I was "worshipping foreign things." But every time she said that, I would retort, "Have you ever seen someone with such a good foundation in Chinese culture who is also so worshipping foreign things?" Sister Rou would always give me a look that was a mixture of anger, love, and pity. Roujie tried to take it out, but I stopped her, saying it was just put in, no rush. Roujie ate the meal nervously; I finished mine while she only ate a small portion, then pushed her knife and fork away, saying she couldn't eat anymore. I finished the rest for her. Then I said, "Sister, you can take it out now." The long tablecloth became our second beautiful cover. Roujie frowned, looking incredulous, her hands rustling under the table as she removed the remaining five grapes from her vagina, placing them on a small plate in front of her, and shyly pushing them towards me.

Such sexy grapes! Each one I picked up had sticky vaginal fluid clinging to it, making the glistening grapes even more radiant—the visual and psychological impact was unparalleled. I tasted them, savoring the slightly salty flavor, reluctant to swallow. I fed the last one to Roujie, and although she was very unwilling, I fed her one, and she ate it as if it were poison. On the way back to the car, Roujie pouted, like an angry little girl, which was incredibly cute.

When we were almost at Roujie's apartment complex, she let me out because the security guard there knew her well. She drove in first, and I went in myself. For a young man like me with a backpack, so ordinary, the security guard didn't even bother to give me a second glance.

Arriving at Roujie's detached house, I knocked on the door, and she opened it to let me in. In the porch, there was the usual bear hug and a long, deep kiss. Roujie's son had already started university, and she lived alone now. I hugged Roujie, kissing her all the way to the bedroom, threw her on the bed, and stripped her naked. As I parted Roujie's legs and penetrated her, she let out a long moan. Her legs crossed around my waist, tightly holding me, enduring my repeated, forceful thrusts. Soon, Roujie climaxed, her lower body contracting in waves, clenching me tightly, drenched in sweat.

My stamina is excellent. I didn't let Roujie go. I stood up, made her hook her arms around my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist, and I lifted her large buttocks, raising her body in the air, making love in a position she had never used before. Each time she fell, she slammed hard against my penis, penetrating it completely. Roujie's entire weight was slammed into the depths of her vagina. Roujie's cries were incoherent, her seemingly weak arms tightly gripping my arms. My rhythm wasn't too fast; each time I lifted her up, Roujie would bite her lip and let out a soft "Mmm..." but when her body landed on my penis, that sound would immediately turn into a soul-stirring "Ah!!!"

Roujie kissed me frantically. Not long after, I put Roujie back on the bed. I turned her beautiful, plump buttocks over and used a rear-entry position to fill her depths with my semen.

Afterwards, we took a shower, and I made Roujie wear a long chiffon dress, very bohemian in style, particularly voluptuous, somewhat like a wedding dress. I led Roujie to the living room, knelt on one knee, took out a ring, and said to her, "Sister, marry me."

Roujie knew this was just a prank, and she covered her mouth and laughed, her body shaking with laughter. But after a while, her laughter turned to tears, and she sobbed uncontrollably, her body trembling. I helped Roujie sit on the sofa, put my arm around her, and comforted her. Roujie cried and called my name, "You can't do this! You can't do this!"

I knew Roujie was deeply moved; she remembered her unhappy past, and the contrast was too painful. I apologized and gently kissed her forehead and cheek. After a long time, Roujie stopped sobbing, lay on her side on the sofa, saying nothing, her head resting on my chest.

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