Do you ever think of me? (Reminiscing)

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.