STORY: THE MEMORY OF FUCKING HER

My bed was graced by lilywhite earlier this month, oh such a glorious day. We’d been chatting in late February and I’d told her I was having a rough go of things and was feeling rather lonely. She was planning a road trip at the time and offered to swing through town for an evening to visit.

Visits from lilywhite are always uplifting, an interesting cross of feelings. The time apart makes things feel new and exciting, our history and years of shared experiences means that we’re immediately comfortable with each other, trusting and (usually) knowing exactly what the other is desiring. I know her body, I remember it well but I still marvel every time I get to rediscover her sex. And after every encounter I spend the following weeks not only revisiting the recent glory but high points of our relationship, the milestones and markers as we put this together. I remember sitting across from her one afternoon, long before I ever touched and tasted her luscious labia, catching glimpses up a green skirt of her bare sex. That same afternoon she went out of her way to exhibit her ass in front of me, kneeling on the cushions and leaning way over the back of the couch she presented herself. These are the kinds of memories that form the basis of my lust for her. These are the memories I juxtapose with later bedroom adventures. Relieving her of that very same skirt and exposing her pussy, the excitement of going down on her fueled by memories of when she gave me glimpses of that which I wasn’t suppose to see. I’m very fond of my memory of mercilessly fucking her from behind, in the very same position she’d bent over the back of the couch so many months before, leaving a bruise across her chest that ached all the next day at work.

The opportunities I get to make more of those memories, no matter how infrequent they happen, are opportunities I will always go out of my way to take. I wrote the above last night but never finished this post, distracting myself three times. The memories I have with lilywhite are the basis of many of my daydreams and fantasies.