Remember
July 21, 2008 § 1 Comment
She remembers the first time he held her hand in his.
She remembers the first time he kissed her lips.
She remembers the first time he made her clothes fall to the floor.
She remembers the first time he made her tell him all of her deepest fantasies.
She remembers the first time he paddled her bottom like art work.
She remembers the sounds of his moans.
She remembers the sounds of her moans.
She remembers the first time he let his fingers move across her skin.
She remembers the first time they fucked in public.
She remembers the first time he tied her arms with handcuffs.
She remembers the sounds of his laugh against her neck.
She remembers the first time he made her cum.
She remembers the feeling of his mouth around her pussy.
She remembers the feel of his cock filling up her mouth.
She remembers how he tasted.
She remembers the curtains being left open for all to see.
She remembers the feeling of the yellow sun warming her skin.
She remembers his words.
She remembers where he stood.
She remembers begging.
She remembers his smell.
She remembers his face.
She remembers everything.
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mmm Charlotte… your words are always delightful, frequently exquisite, and I never fail to leave your blog anything less than deliciously aroused… just lovely, as always xx