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Title: The Temple of Ecstasy

Miya gazed at her reflection in the ornate mirror, admiring the way the traditional Chinese dress clung to her curves. The garment, a deep emerald green silk cheongsam, had a keyhole neckline that exposed just the right amount of her ample cleavage. The front slit reached high on her thigh, offering tantalizing glimpses of her smooth, bare legs with each movement. She reached up to fasten the jade and gold hairpins that held her long raven locks in an elegant updo.

Her heart fluttered with anticipation as she strapped on the delicate sandals, the soft silk binding her feet. Tonight was going to be special. She and her lover, Hiroshi, had planned a private dinner at the abandoned temple on the outskirts of town, just the two of them. It would be a night of passion and pleasure, away from prying eyes.

Miya arrived at the temple, the full moon illuminating the ancient stone walls. She could hear soft music and the flicker of candlelight spilled from the open doorway. Stepping inside, she was greeted by the sight of Hiroshi, resplendent in a black xianmen jacket and tight silk pants that highlighted his strong legs and lean body.

“Welcome, my love,” he purred, his dark eyes roving appreciatively over her form-fitting dress. “You look absolutely ravishing.”

She gifted him with a sultry smile. “And you clean up nicely yourself, handsome. Shall we dine?”

Hiroshi led her to a low table laid out with exotic delicacies – succulent dumplings, crisp spring rolls, fragrant jasmine rice, spicy dan dan noodles, and glazed lotus root. They ate slowly, savoring each delicious morsel and sipping cool fountain water synthesized from morning dew. As they shared intimate stories and laughter, the tension between them grew, the air crackling with barely contained desire.

Finally, Hiroshi leaned in close, his warm breath tickling her ear. “I want you, miya. Now. Here.”

In one swift movement, he swept aside the table and pressed her down onto the goose down sleeping mat. Miya gasped, her body responding instantly to his touch as he kissed and caressed every inch of exposed flesh, his hands mapping the curves of her form.

Hooking his fingers in the keyhole neckline, Hiroshi ripped the dress open, baring her heaving breasts to his hungry gaze. “So beautiful,” he groaned, cupping the soft mounds and tweaking her pebbled nipples.

Miya arched into his touch, the silk of her dress rustling sensuously against her skin. She reached for his belt, freeing his rigid length and stroking the thick shaft. “I need you inside me,” she mewled. “Now.”

Hiroshi didn’t need to be told twice. Pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, he used the other to hike up her dress and rip away the thin lace thong. She was already so wet for him, her fragrant juices glistening in the candlelight.

With a guttural groan of need, he plunged his aching cock into her welcoming heat. “Yesss,” Miya hissed, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him deeper. The feeling of him filling her, stretching her, was exquisite. She undulated her hips, matching his powerful thrusts stroke for stroke.

Their coupling was raw and primal, the slap of flesh against flesh echoing in the temple along with her ecstatic cries and his growled curses of pleasure. Miya’s climax came swift and hard, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him as wave after wave of intense sensation crashed over her.

Hiroshi followed right behind, his hoarse shout of completion signaling his arrival. Miya felt the hot flood of his seed filling her, marking her as his. They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, chests heaving, skin still tingling from the force of their passion.

As they basked in the afterglow, Miya ran a hand over her lover’s chest, tracing the dip and curve of muscle. “That was… intense,” she panted, a satisfied grin tugging at her lips.

Hiroshi propped himself up on one elbow to look at her, his own smile lazy and satiated. “You can say that again. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life. It’s you, my love. You drive me absolutely wild.”

“Mmm, and the dress was definitely worth the effort,” Miya purred, running a hand over the now tattered fabric. “The things these silken threads can do… I wonder what other delights they might hold.”

Hiroshi’s eyes gleamed with mischief and a touch of hunger. “Only one way to find out. Round two?”

Miya laughed, already reaching for him again. “Round one wasn’t nearly enough. Let’s show this temple how it’s really done.”

And so their night of passion and pleasure continued, a symphonic exploration of each other’s bodies, all fervent flesh and silk caresses under the glow of moonlight and candlelight. Through the silk of the dress, Miya discovered new sensualities, every touch of the delicate fabric against her heated skin amplifying every sensation. Hiroshi was a generous and inventive lover, ensuring her pleasure over and over until she gasped and writhed and climaxed upon his fingers, his tongue, and his hard, skilled cock.

By the time the first light of dawn filtered through the temple windows, they were sated and spent, limbs entwined, the tatters of Miya’s dress strewn haphazardly across their sweat-slicked bodies. As they drifted off to sleep, the taste and scent of each other still upon their skin, Miya smiled in contentment. This had been more than just a night of passion. It was a night she’d remember for the rest of her life, as the time her lover and she had made divine love amidst ancient stone and flickering light. And she was certain, with the way Hiroshi was already drifting towards her in sleep, that this was merely the beginning. Every night together would be a new exploration, a new adventure in giving and receiving pleasure.

For in the temple of their love, Miya and Hiroshi had found a passion that temples, society, and time itself could never perhaps capture. It was a beautiful tradition of their intimacy – a ritual of rapture, devotion, and the exquisite expression. And as Miya drifted off, her last thought was that they would need to have many more moments like this, no matter where they chose to explore, from their home to the office, to the glittering temple or the intimate corner of their hearts.