A date at the end of April

I don't want to write about her in detail, because I just want to keep her in my heart. We've known each other since we were teenagers, and I thought our platonic relationship would be fine. She moved to the city where I went to university three years later. By then, I had a girlfriend. She knitted me a scarf, and we kissed a few times, nothing more. Actually, I didn't like her type; she was too petite, not even 1.6 meters tall. After I graduated, I was assigned to another city, and she came to visit me with her classmates after graduation. Nothing happened. We didn't contact each other for ten years, both working hard in our respective cities. When we reconnected, we met a few times at a hotel, just hugging and kissing, without any intention of having sex. Later, after being immersed in websites like 69, I suddenly wanted to ask her how many men she had slept with, and suddenly I wanted to have sex with her. When we had sex, she cried, saying we were finally together. Saying that was really distracting; I was influenced by pornography and only wanted to have sex with others, one-on-one was meaningless.
Getting off topic, at the end of April, I went to her city for business and booked an apartment hotel. The advantage of such hotels is that they feel like home. She brought me coffee and a big apple. I ate the apple first, then I ate her. Time to get up. Hoping a handsome guy will join me in our intimate moments, preferably someone who knows massage or spa treatments. Starting from this point is a normal approach.

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