Dreaming of My Perfect Woman
Like every man, I always dreamed of being with my perfect woman. Born into a wealthy Christian family in a traditional Oklahoma town, my life was easygoing. My upbringing was filled with love, tradition, and strong values. I had everything I could hope for, including a sound education that led to a handsome job with a steady income. Despite this, my marriage happened without truly getting to know my wife. As time passed, I realized this was not the dreamy married life I had envisioned.
The Early Months
The early months of my marriage seemed lively and exciting, full of promise and new experiences. However, this excitement slowly faded, much like how a baby gets bored with a new toy. Gradually, our lives diverged, each locked in our own world, becoming strangers to each other. Somewhere along the way, our child, a baby girl, was born. I vaguely remember the happy faces of my family, but to me, it didn’t matter as much as it should have. The following months felt ponderous and slow, as if marching towards nothingness, with each day blending into the next without much change or excitement.
Coping with Loss
Despite the emptiness, I managed my duties as a father with as much dedication as I could muster. Melissa and I both put effort into giving our child the best life possible, even as our marriage was disintegrating. One and a half years after her birth, our daughter was stricken with pneumonia. Despite every care and medical intervention, she worsened and lost her battle. She passed away one evening in the hospital, fighting till her last breath. My wife was inconsolable, having lost the only thing she truly cared for. That night, I strangely sobbed myself to sleep, overwhelmed by a mix of grief and helplessness.
A Turning Point
The next morning, the pain of realization hit me hard. I knew I had to save my marriage and needed my wife back in my life. I realized I needed her more than anything else in this world and would give anything to get her back. Over the next few days, I desperately planned how best to achieve this, thinking of ways to rekindle the love and connection we once had.
A Romantic Destination
Taiwan is probably the last place anyone would choose as a romantic hotspot, especially to save a marriage. With its overcrowded streets and bustling life, it seemed unlikely. I used to dream about Venice’s canals and romantic gondola rides, imagining a perfect escape. However, I felt that Love River in Taiwan could offer a truly Oriental romantic experience, one that could breathe new life into our relationship. Suddenly, everything fell into place. I realized I had never tried to understand her or her feelings. This saddened me, and I knew I had to make immediate amends to salvage what we had.
Breaking the News
A week later, after booking our travel and hotel, I broke the news to her. Feeling confident, I took a chance, and she didn’t say no. Although relieved, she seemed strangely unemotional about the whole thing, as if she had resigned herself to whatever came next. I couldn’t blame her for feeling this way. Our flight was in the morning, and as we reached the airport, everything seemed to come back to life. Yet, she remained expressionless, her face a mask of indifference that worried me deeply.
The Long Journey
The journey was long, traveling all the way to Hong Kong via LA, and from Hong Kong, another one and a half hours to Taiwan. In total, it took slightly more than a day. I looked forward to being with her, close to her, and maybe looking at her the way I hadn’t in the past two years. The long hours in transit gave me time to reflect on our relationship, imagining how much she needed me in a place where no one knew us.
Imagining Reconnection
Back at the hotel, I imagined caressing her face and holding her warm body against mine. I could feel her round breasts pushing against my chest, her breath against my skin. As she breathed, her nipples gently rubbed against me. I envisioned unbuttoning her top, feeling her grind against my jeans, igniting a fire that had long been dormant. I imagined cupping her breast and sucking through her lace bralette, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin. My heart beat faster at the thought of reconnecting with her on such an intimate level.
Arriving in Kaohsiung
Our travel was uneventful, and we landed in Kaohsiung on a Sunday. The city was crowded, especially since it was a holiday. Taiwan is not the best place to drive or be driven; people are always in a hurry and rarely obey traffic rules. For a moment, I panicked about my decision, second-guessing myself. We checked into a well-known hotel close to Love River, hoping the location would provide the romantic setting we needed.
Luxurious Accommodations
The room was luxurious, with a resplendent king bed and a spacious bathroom. I asked her to freshen up while I scanned the streets from the balcony, planning our day. I thought we could start with a stroll along the river and maybe visit the nearby pubs and restaurants. She emerged from the bath in a robe, and for the first time, I truly noticed her beauty. I looked from her dainty toes to her toned calves, up her shoulders, to her wet, shoulder-length deep brown hair clinging around her head. Her hands and fingers seemed so perfect and sculpted, like an artist’s masterpiece.
Rekindling Desire
She began rubbing moisturizing lotion on her legs, heavily massaging her thighs. I felt an erection swell between my legs, unable to tear my eyes away. I imagined parting her thighs with my hands, massaging her inner thighs until she moaned in pleasure. I would place more lotion on my hands, massaging around her vagina until she became wet, trembling with desire.
She would grab my waist, begging me to enter her, but I wouldn’t give in yet. I would pin her arms up, take off her panties, and slowly massage her warm, wet vagina, savoring every moment. She would frantically grab my hand for insertion, but I would lean forward and lick her out, demanding more of her juices. She caught me staring, and I tore my eyes away, heading for the bathroom, my heart racing.
Strangely Excited
I was slightly panting and strangely excited, my body trembling with anticipation. I finished relieving myself and had a quick bath, eager to return to her. I came out to see her dressed in jeans and a polo, looking casual yet beautiful. I dressed up quickly, and together we moved out to the streets. It was nearing noon, and we decided to try some local recipes, hoping the food would break the ice between us. Gradually, she relaxed and spoke more freely, her previous quiet submission fading away. We ate and talked simultaneously, discussing the strange but lovely dishes, friends, family, and slowly, our baby. The thoughts of our baby came back to her, and I saw her eyes briefly moisten, a silent testament to our shared grief.
A Taiwan Erotic Story
After we finished our meal, I took her hand and led her down the street. Keeping to the side beside the river, we walked in silence, close to each other with bodies barely touching. I took her hand gently but firmly in mine. She did not say a word but moved closer, now with our bodies moving in unison and gently rubbing against each other. Suddenly, she stopped, looked into my eyes, and told me she wanted to go back to our room. We turned and, for no reason, hurried back, almost running.
Intense Embrace
As soon as we entered the room, with no words exchanged, she embraced me tightly, pressing her entire body against mine and sobbing uncontrollably. I gently lifted her face to mine and, without hesitation, kissed her deeply on her full lips. Our tongues danced as I tasted the remnants of our meal. Gently biting her lips, I sucked her lower lip while she clung to me desperately. Finally, I lifted her off her feet and carried her to the bed, dropping myself on top of her.
Passionate Reunion
I kissed and nibbled the nape of her neck, eliciting moans of pleasure. Still dressed, I nestled between her full breasts, biting them through her dress. By this time, she was thrashing with sheer delight. We almost tore away our clothes, cuddling into a warm embrace. The long years of loneliness seemed to break away, replaced with a sudden uncontrollable urge. I made love to her gently at first, then with fiery passion until I climaxed deep inside her. The moments that followed were probably the sweetest I had enjoyed in years. She held me tightly, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
Rediscovering Love
We stayed in bed, holding each other closely as if afraid something might befall the other. Slowly, I got up and, planting a kiss on her forehead, peered into her big brown eyes and smiled. It was a smile that carried a million expressions of love. She followed me to the bathroom, and we took our bath together. I couldn’t remember the last time we had shared such an intimate moment.
My Perfect Woman
Later that evening, we sat in the Love River Park, drinking tea at an outdoor café. They played music, and we listened to the melody, holding hands and lost in our newfound world. By dusk, we took a journey along the river, overwhelmed by the breathtaking night sights on either side. She snuggled close to me and rested her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her, kissed her lips, and felt her joy and happiness.
Finding Solitude
We decided to find a quiet place along the Love River, nestled between some trees and the shoreline. I laid my jacket down for us to sit on, pulling her close so she could use my body for warmth. I rubbed her shoulders until her shivering subsided. She placed her hand on my knee, letting it wander to my crotch, and began stroking through my pants. I felt one of the biggest erections I’d ever had, straining uncomfortably. She said she would take care of it, unbuttoning my jeans and running her hands along my cock. Precum dripped out as my balls filled with cum. I got some precum on my finger and rubbed it into her nipple.
Unleashing Desire
Her body relaxed as she rubbed my cock quicker and faster. Strings of cum uncontrollably poured out onto her hand, leaving her pleased and me fully relieved for the first time in a long while. We finished our boating and walked back to the park. I didn’t want the day to end so quickly. As we were about to leave, I pulled her close and planted a long, lingering kiss on her lips.
Dropping to my knees, I pulled up her top and nuzzled against her breasts, slowly sucking each nipple until they stood upright. Proceeding down to her lap, I caressed her calves from under her skirt and buried my head between her warm thighs. The musky scent of her arousal overpowered my senses as I teased her with my tongue.
Reconnecting in Bliss
Her moans were subdued until she suddenly grabbed my hair, pulling me closer and deeper. She held me like that for a few moments before relaxing and looking at me intently. Abruptly, she got up, took my hand, and walked back to our hotel. We enjoyed another long, delicious bath, exploring every part of each other’s bodies. That night, it seemed as if we could never get enough of each other. Finally, as dawn approached, we drifted off to sleep, intertwined and content.
Morning Revelations
We woke late to the persistent ringing of our room phone. The voice on the other end belonged to an anxious front desk clerk, worried about not seeing us in the morning. Her tone softened when I spoke, ending with a giggle, understanding our situation. That day, we kept to our hotel room, cherishing every moment together, making up for the lost time.
Love River Park
The Love River park became our sanctuary. We would sit and talk endlessly, our conversations flowing naturally without any particular subject. We strolled along the riverside, visiting shops without the intention to buy. The time spent together mattered more than anything. We discovered secret spots to spend time alone, away from the bustling locals and tourists, deepening our connection.
Treasured Days
We extended our stay by three more days, exploring market streets and buying jade jewelry and curios. Every moment together was cherished, regardless of what we bought or how we spent our time. Another boating trip down the river allowed us to savor the beautiful shores. Our passion was reignited, making love countless times. Each time she thought about penetration, wetness ran down her legs, and I always fulfilled her desires.
Reflective Return
As we boarded our return flight, I settled into my favorite window seat, feeling a mix of pride and guilt. Proud of saving our marriage, but guilty for not realizing the depth of our love sooner. The loss of our precious baby made me understand what we had. I looked across at my wife, who had dozed off, her hair slightly disheveled, cascading over her shoulders. Her graceful face radiated love and beauty. I almost said aloud, “Thank God, it was worth it.” I stared out the window, lost in thought. She turned to me and smiled, perhaps hearing my unspoken gratitude.
Embracing Solitude
We decided to embrace the tranquility of our hotel room, savoring the intimacy we had rediscovered. The walls of our room became a fortress of love, shielding us from the outside world. Every glance, every touch, and every word exchanged felt like a precious gem, adding to our treasure trove of memories. The clock seemed to slow down, allowing us to immerse ourselves in each other’s presence fully. Our conversations flowed like a river, deep and endless, touching on dreams, fears, and unspoken desires.
Rediscovering Each Other
Our walks in Love River park were not just physical strolls but journeys into each other’s souls. We found joy in simple things—holding hands, sharing a smile, or just being silent together. The shops along the riverside became backdrops for our love story. We bought trinkets and souvenirs, not for their material value, but as tokens of our rekindled affection. The secret spots we discovered became our little havens, where we could express our love without words, just through our presence.
Passionate Encounters
Every night was a testament to our renewed passion. The hotel room witnessed our love-making, filled with fervor and tenderness. Her moans were music to my ears, and her body, a canvas I explored with reverence. We found new ways to please each other, our intimacy growing deeper with each encounter. The wetness on her legs was a testament to her desire, and I was determined to fulfill her every wish. Our bodies moved in harmony, each touch igniting sparks of ecstasy, leaving us breathless and content.
My Perfect Woman
The Flight Home
On the flight home, as my wife slept beside me, I reflected on our journey. The clouds outside the window mirrored the thoughts swirling in my mind. I felt a profound sense of accomplishment for reviving our marriage. However, the weight of our loss lingered. My wife’s serene face, bathed in the soft light, was a reminder of the love we had almost lost. Her smile, when she awoke, was a silent acknowledgment of our shared journey. We had weathered the storm and emerged stronger, our hearts intertwined in a dance of love and resilience.
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