Monday, December 7, 2015


Memories appear from different things… Sometimes a smell, sometimes an image, and sometimes a sensation.
This morning in the shower, the warm water going down my body ruisseling my legs reminded me of one very particular thing that I miss: The warm cum of my men running down my thighs long after we are done. That surprise while you're walking to school, both sweet yet slightly embarrassing... That's a sweet reminder of him inside you that you kept just a little longer than his physical presence. It would always make me smile. Always. 
Oh condoms.