Panda excitedly types on Signal, "Did you enjoy your last time with Miao Miao?"
You can almost hear the klickety klack of her fingernails hitting the keys of her phone.
"I did," I replied, "She was a darling."
"Well, she's free next week if you are?" Panda replies.
"I'm in Beijing though," I retort.
"No worries, she can meet you there," Panda quickly texts, "if you want her to."
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I'm at the Aman Summer Palace, a beautiful venue right next to the Forbidden Palace. And I managed to get some baijiu, a local liquor of China.
China has three main types of liquors - baijiu, huangjiu, and mi jiu. Bai jiu, or white wine, is usually made from sorghum and known for it famous brand Moutai. Huangjiu, or yellow wine, is the second most popular wine and made with grains, wheat, or some other grain. And mi jiu, or rice wine, is the most traditional of the three, and also found in Japan and Korea.
I managed to get some good value baijiu, which should possess one of five different tastes or sensations. This baijiu should be the deep taste experience, if I didn't buy incorrectly.
A knock on the door.
I open the door. Miao Miao enters, with an elegant, black dress.
"That's a different change from last time," I note.
I turn on a bit of Spotify, for some modern sensual music with a soft steady beat. I open the bajiiu, and pour each of us a small dose.
"Gan bei," I say in native Mandarin. Cheers.
We cheers, and we down the mini shot.
It's warm, but not burning. Warm going down.
Delicious.
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After a few shots, we relax on the couch together, and she looks into my eyes as we are talking.
We didn't get to talk much last time. And this time around - I notice many more things, more things than just pussy eating.
Like her hair. It's slick back, cute nice. Long hair, which she now wears in a bun, highlighting her neck.
Her choice of the dress. She doesn't have the most curvy figure, so she chose a sleek, silk dress that flows down to her ankles.
And then her heels, from the silver, sparkling fastener that winds down from her ankles, and highlights her straight long legs, calves, and toes.
We talk about life, what she likes to do on the weekend. How her life is.
This is what's great. To connect.
Sure I like fucking like every guy, but it's better to connect first. Way better.
I move closer. I kiss her.
I can tell our sexual energy is compatible.
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I undress her by grasping the dress' two shoulder straps, and just slipping it past her shoulders.
Her dress falls down. Just like in Bruno Mars' Versace on the Floor.