I just realized that there are people who can’t remember their past like I can. I asked a group of people to describe thinking about an event in their past and if they could hear it, see it, or replay it in their head.
This was the following answer:
– I don’t remember at all
– I can’t hear anything in my head
– I only feel an emotion about that event
– I just think about a piece of information about that event
– I can only see an image and/or a replay of that event
– I can only hear that event replay out in my head
– I can hear, see, and replay the entire event in my head
This hit me hard, because I just realized that any significant other will never experience a moment in time like you do, unless they have the same type of memory.
I asked a girl if she remembered a particular day with me and she just described that it was fun, that’s it. No remembering any particular detail about that day or recalling any specific moment in time.
That day was an amazing day to me. We danced the night away to Spanish music and I couldn’t take my lips off of you. I showed off all my dance moves and made you dizzy. On the way to the hotel, you reached over, pulled my cock out, and gave me road head. You made love to my cock with your mouth and swallowed every drop I had to offer.
We grabbed a bottle of champagne and headed to the hotel. I paid a little extra for the room with the jacuzzi. We walked in and immediately started making out. We undressed each other and got naked by the time we reached the bed.
I was on another level with you as our bodies were in sync with what they wanted. You went down on me on the bed, then we switched, and then we 69. We had sex in every possible position and I ended up being on top for the finale.
This wasn’t just an ordinary finale of body shaking orgasm, then done. We both came at the same time but when I came, I didn’t want it to end. A few seconds after my orgasm pulses stopped and my sensitivity lowered, my hips started pumping again.
You started moaning again, in disbelief that I was still hard after an orgasm. I felt something, fighting the sensitivity, I felt the build up occur and I came again. Shocked at my first time having a multiple orgasm, I felt the sensitive lower and did it again. I came a third time in a row inside of you and could have did it again, if I had anymore hip thrusting energy left. You rushed to the bathroom because it was like a gusher coming out of you and we ended up in the Jacuzzi.
That night was amazing to me and I remember every intricate detail about us. Our smell (sex), her taste, each position, cumming three times in a row inside her, after cumming in her mouth on the way there.
When she told me she couldn’t remember those details, a sad feeling hit me like a wave. That’s when I realized that there are people that only get to experience a special moment one time in their life, and there are people like me, that get to experience that moment a million times. I guess it’s not so bad for people with a life of bad experiences.
I find it sad to never be able to relive a special moment in time, it’s just over for them.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kbmj8f/the_saddest_realization_about_peoples_memory
That’s a good point you made there. I never really ruminated on that before.