A Night Reflecting Emotion and Sex (Part 1)

Since I haven't received formal writing instruction, I feel that to narrate an event clearly and completely, without being disorganized or incomplete, giving it an appropriate title is crucial. This title is the article's name. To use an analogy, it's like preparing to build a small house. You should first draw a rough sketch, creating an image in your mind. This way, you understand the house should be square; a round house without four corners is definitely wrong. Of course, it must also have a pointed roof for shelter from rain, and a door and windows for people to enter and exit, and for light and air to pass through. Next, you prepare bricks, sand, cement, floor slabs, tiles, etc., and then gradually build it up. Of course, this is just my personal experience, or rather, an informal, rudimentary method.
This title will describe a recent meeting between my spouse and me and another couple. Perhaps they don't want me to put this meeting into writing. However, I will try my best to ensure that I don't reveal any of their true information, allowing them to remain hidden and lost in the vast sea of people. Because I need to record this pleasant experience before it fades, like an old, faded photograph, so that my husband and I can cherish it in the future. After all, this happy experience was created by us both; to be honest, we share in it 50%.
The title, "A Night of Reflected Emotions," comes from a combination of the idioms "sharing weal and woe" and "mutual reflection." "Sharing weal and woe" generally refers to true friends—a transparent, pure friendship without any ulterior motives or exchanges. I believe that a truly loving couple, not those who are sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams, should be transparent in their feelings and sexuality. Although "reflected" and "mutual reflection" differ by only one character, I feel that using "reflected" adds a layer of mutual enhancement and a more lively charm. The genuine affection between my spouse and me that night, and the uninhibited, unburdened nature of our relationship, can be described as mutually reflecting each other—a fitting comparison.
A little over a month ago, I logged onto QQ and a user from 69 Paradise added me. This kind of thing happens every few days, and besides, I do post there frequently. I clicked on his QQ number and saw he was a gentleman in his early forties from the same city, so I accepted his friend request. He happened to be online at the time, so we started chatting within two minutes. (For the sake of convenience, I'll call him Mr. Chen based on the first character of his QQ nickname.)
He first introduced himself and shared his views on these kinds of things, then explained his purpose for contacting me. He said he had long admired couples' dating activities and had already convinced his wife. My first impression of him was good; he wasn't frivolous, slick, or shady. By "not frivolous," I mean that some people start by flattering you, like a salesperson with a forced smile—they're all smiles when you glance at the counter, but their faces immediately darken when they sense you're not satisfied with the product. "Not being cunning" means that some people start off very honest, but when you reciprocate with honesty, they resort to manipulative tactics. "Not being shady" means that some people just beat around the bush trying to pry into details.
I also frankly told him that due to the age difference, we weren't a good match for each other in real life, but that didn't prevent us from communicating through writing. He insisted that age wasn't a problem. Seeing his sincerity and persistence, I suggested that if we met, we could proceed in three steps: first, have tea in a public place; if we felt good about each other, we could move on to the second step, sharing a room without exchanging partners; and if that still felt good, we could become real friends. This would give both of us room to back off at any time. However, he insisted that since we were meeting, it was best to go straight to the point.
At first, I didn't quite understand his insistence on going straight to the point. It's like someone who's never tried winter swimming wanting to try it. What's wrong with letting the water temperature gradually decrease so the body can adapt? Why jump into a lake with frozen water on the first try? Later, I understood. He was worried about his wife. He had finally managed to persuade her through all his pleading and cajoling, only to have his trip come to nothing. He thought she might lose interest altogether. I think his explanation makes sense. If you cook a pot of rice that's burnt on the bottom and mushy on top, even a top-notch chef can't fix it. (To be continued)

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/98875.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=98875&aspx=1

Previous Page : Women are animals

Next Page : A further enhancement of my sexual life with my wife

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

A Night Reflecting Emotion and Sex (Part 1)

comment Open a new window to view comments