Once Upon A Memory

Her mind wandered toward the night, nearly three years before, which had begun their brief affair. Try as she might, she could not get him out of her head. She remembered with a warm fondness the way he’d surprised her with their first kiss, catching her off guard and pinning her gently against the door. The heat had flooded her lower body then, and it still did every time she remembered.

She didn’t understand her obsession with him. They were both in happy long-term relationships. On the outside, everything was going along fine. She hoped no one could tell the turmoil that stirred within her. She wanted him now, perhaps more than she had then. She needed to feel his kisses on her skin, his hands slowly making their way down her body. She didn’t want to be unfaithful for her boyfriend, but she couldn’t deny her desire.

Each time she spoke to him, the same ball of nerves knotted in her stomach that had been there on their first night together. She could still feel the warmth of the waterbed beneath her as he laid her back, exploring the recesses of her mouth with his darting tongue. His hands caressed her gently, easing her into a blissful state of calm. His mouth moved leisurely down her body, sucking briefly on each nipple, until they were both crinkled and peaked. He continued his slow path downward. She was in ecstasy when he parted her legs and dipped his head between them.

His hands met his mouth as he tenderly parted her labia, pressing his fingers into her as his tongue flicked over her hard bud. She moaned and lifted her hips against him, but he held her still as he continued his exquisite torture. His fingertips found the slight roughness deep within her that made her moans increase in volume. He rubbed the spot with mounting pressure. Her hips bucked harder. Still, he did not allow her to move.

She could feel the fire building, losing herself to the torrent of passion he inflicted upon her. He pressed another finger into her, stretching and filling her. She writhed beneath his onslaught, her whimpers of pleasure echoing in his small bedroom, growing in pitch and intensity as she neared her peak. Moments later, her body stiffened, and she felt the unmistakable gush of juices run over his hand.

His erection burned against her thigh. He rolled her gently to her stomach and raised her onto her knees as he balanced on his own. She was still lost in a world of pleasure as he parted her labia once again, this time impaling her with his hot beam. He pushed into her, sending a jolt through her still-quivering body. She pressed her face into the pillows as he thrust, bringing her once again to the edge of ecstasy. He held her hips tightly against him, driving his shaft into her honeyed tunnel in animal lust.

She was screaming out a second climax as he emptied himself into her and rolled to his side next to her. They had both waited for this for such a long time, and neither was disappointed. She turned to face him, her lips finding his, tasting the tanginess of her juices that lingered there. Gone was the knot of nerves that had accompanied her into that room. All that was left was passion.

Their second meeting had been just as hot. She’d told him a number of times how she preferred to be on top, so he’d rolled to his back and let her have her way. He did not last nearly as long, as that was his favorite position as well. She did not climax during that romp, so he placed her again on her back and treated her again to the manipulation of his mouth and fingers.

That was their last time together. Schedules changed and she began to have trouble at home. She’d been unhappily married at the time and looking for something else. She’d found it in him, and for a time was happier with her husband. Still, her marriage had ended badly, and she’d found a new boyfriend. Her new life was everything her marriage hadn’t been, and she was happier than she’d ever imagined.

He tested her new resolve every now and again with a neck rub or a soft caress, perhaps even a ginger kiss at the apex of her neck and shoulder. She could never push him away right away. She enjoyed his kisses and touches. When she felt she could no longer control her urges, she asked him to stop. He always did. Lately, he hadn’t even tested her. It had been weeks since he’d even come close to her. Her new obsession with him was based entirely on talk.

Chatting with him served as a reminder of the way he’d been with her: warm and gentle, completely absorbed with her pleasure long before his own. She wanted that. She missed the hot tingle between her legs that he could always bring on. She missed his hands on her simmering, naked body, his lips laying sizzling trails from her mouth to her hips, the way he’d leaned her gently over the desk in the office, creating a fresh new want within her. She longed for him.

Alone, in the middle of the night, she could dream about him. She could even flirt or talk suggestively with him. Still, there was a deep ache, as she could never again physically act upon her desire. She would simply have to live with the unquenchable fire. She could not risk what she had with her new love. They were good friends who had once had a short but hot affair, and that was all there could be.


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