Masturbation Monday: Memories of You

Oh this super short Masturbation Monday entry could be taken a couple of ways and I’m going to let you, that’s right YOU, decide. It could be a the end of a relationship, or the loss of a partner, or something else entirely. Either way, I hope you feel the deep abiding love.

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When I woke, my hand was already wrapped around my hardened shaft. The dream had been so real, so vivid. The memories hit me hard. The way her lips felt against mine, how I could feel her mouth curve up as we kissed. Her nails scoring my flesh as she rode my body like a maniac. Sounds of flesh slapping and her moaning combined with the way she soaked every inch.

I hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but it was inevitable.

People have to sleep or go insane, but I thought I was already there. I followed through, remembering her whispers in my ear asking if I liked the way she did something or if she should do it another way. My toes curled as pleasure swept through me. Memories of her tangy scent filled my mind so strongly I could almost smell her there with me.

A groan fought its way from my lungs and out of my mouth. I clamped my lips shut promptly to keep from being heard. Eyes shut tightly, her laughter fluttered through my mind as thoughts of her kissing her way down my body caused muscles to tighten. I pinched my nipples hard, wishing that her teeth were clamping down on them with just enough pain to set me off.

The way her long chestnut curls would drag along my skin, tickling me and making me twitch with heightened desires. When the memory of her mouth wrapped around my cock hit, I couldn’t hold back, didn’t want to hold back and blasted my load all over my stomach. Sweat broke out on my skin and I kept wanking, kept yanking, until the last little drop.

Laying there panting, I fought the memories, tamped them down, shoved them into a box to seal away. At least until I woke again with her name on my lips and the feel of her nails against my skin.

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