Sometimes I sit and wonder if you ever think of the times we had together.
I was 10 years your junior and just entering the new world of sexual exploration of my early 20’s.
You.. you were so self confident. You knew what you wanted and you weren’t afraid to ask for it. I loved that about you. In fact, I thought that I loved you, but now that I’m older I can see how silly that was.
Just today I was thinking of the one time you were house sitting for a mutual friend and you invited me over. We were a secret. I loved sneaking around with you.
We spent the night in constant contact.. the electricity I felt from your touch was immeasurable. You took me upstairs and tossed me onto the bed – I was always impressed with how easily you handled me. You spent eternity between my legs, moaning.. teasing.. burying your face as far as you could. No one has admired my pussy quite like you did since.
You lived to pleasure me. Almost annoyingly so because I wasn’t allowed to take charge until I got mine. But when I was allowed, I couldn’t wait to get all of you inside my mouth. You went crazy when I swirled my tongue around the tip and then plunged all of you inside of me. You liked it sloppy…
When you finally slid inside me, your rhythm was unmatched. How did you know exactly what I needed?
I like to think I was special.. like you got from me what no one else could give you. But I know now that’s not true. And I’m ok with that. You opened my eyes to so many new things and I thank you for that.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nvji38/do_you_ever_think_of_me_reminiscing