I’ve been tinkering with this one for a long; although the writing style is a little different from my usual ones, I believe I’ve finally done the memory justice. I hope it’s enjoyable to read.
Although this guy is always a terrific fuck, this particular time was especially amazing. We hadn’t fucked each other in about a week and a half, so we were both ready to make up for lost time. It was the kind of sex that completely engulfs you and causes you to lose track of everything else. Where pleasure turns from a want to a need when you simply lose yourself in the intensity. I needed him then just as much as I needed to breathe.
My legs were dangling limply over the side of his bed, and my jeans were still wrapped around my knees where he had left them. For more than ten minutes, he had been systematically fucking me from behind. In a desperate attempt to get each stroke a little deeper, I was arching my back and thrusting my ass back into him. He was clapping against my ass and pulling groans out of me with each thrust, yet the silence in the room was somehow deafening. I always try to keep quiet, but he seems to enjoy making me talkative, and I don’t think any of his roommates are still in any doubt about the kind of lady I am at this point, lol.