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Sweet Memories
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Sweet Memories I’m in the shower watching you stand naked before the bathroom mirror, drying yourself and applying powder. Your bottom, so sensuous and fine, has the same unbelievable firmness and luscious heart shape it did years ago when we met. I take in a breath as I think about all the pleasure I’ve received while wrapping my hands around those trim buttocks, running my fingers down that marvelous crack and between those buns, or reaching for the pinhole anus that responds so well to being touched. When you turn, I admire the full, well-shaped breasts that fit so well in my hand, and the nipples that harden when I close my lips around them. You lean your head back to dry your hair and I glance down at the divine triangle of soft, curly pubic hair that I love to run my fingers through. For your own reasons, you decided to stop shaving down there just a few months ago after asking if I would mind. Down the center of that pubic patch, I notice the slit that hides the labia I love to touch, lick, and slip my manhood between. I pay silent homage to the womanly hips that hold the hole I adore cleaving with my penis. I think of all the many times we’ve fucked, made love, cuddled, petted, engaged in 69 with our heads bobbing between each other’s thighs, fantasized about others joining us in bed, or actually invited them in. I tremble with the lust that runs through me as I watch you, my naked lover. I think about the time you fucked my buddy in the bed next to me as I watched, then sucked him to a glorious climax that ended up with his semen down your throat. I remember the time when I slipped a finger into you when the other partiers were too engrossed in each other to notice, then offered the foamy residue to you. You sucked it from my finger like a cat licking cream from a dish. As I watch you, I think back to the evening when one of our female friends kissed you deeply in thanks, and you returned the favor with such gusto that the two of you ended up on the bed lapping and bathing each other’s pussies with active and passionate tongues and tasting cunt for the first time. I recall the camping trip when one of my buddies backpacked with us and, feigning resentment, complained that he was the only male backpacker on the trip to not get any pussy. Accommodating lady that you are, you invited him into our tent and proceeded to service our friend for hours so things would be “fair and balanced.” You fucked him at least once on each day of the trip just to keep things equitable. As I admire your soft and succulent body, the nakedness I adore, I think back to when you offered to teach our unsophisticated male friend how a man can pleasure a woman with his fingers, his mouth, and his tongue. I remember vividly the lusty lessons you provided him in the queen-size bed of our small apartment, mentoring him in the ways to satisfy a woman’s pussy, how to lick softly and slowly on her puffy labia. You spread your legs for your young student, showing him the art of eating pussy and how to best satisfy his future partners. I recall you then ending the three sessions by letting him fuck you on that same bed while I read in the other room. “Wait in here,” you said to me. “I’m going to show him how to fuck.” I reminisce about how we developed our taste for strawberry rhubarb pie when, inspired one night by the last piece, I coated your pussy with the filling and then ate it from your saucy platter with my lips and my tongue. I cleaned the sticky dessert from your inner thighs with long, loving licks, ate it from your coated labia, and sucked it out of your slit with devoted lips and then concentrated on lapping your clit until you came with a shriek. The bed sheets were sticky and the memory is still sweet. I look back with delight upon the night I watched you fuck the cowboy hunk who asked you to dance at the bar, then accepted our invitation back to our room for some spontaneous “horizontal dancing.” He took you on the king-sized bed as I turned on the television and pretended I wasn’t watching his dick plunging in and out of your sex-crazed pussy. In those days your willingness to try new things put you in a unique class of women, of lovers, of sexual partners. I knew then what a lucky man I was, and I know now what a lucky man I still am. Your sweet, luscious ass reminds me of one time on a Paris street. We were parked at the curb in a rental car and you bent over the back of the front seat as I lifted up your dress and pulled down your panties, then swabbed and sucked on your asshole from the back seat as traffic rushed on by. You yelled obscenities in French as you came, and I smiled all the way to Nice. The sight of you trimming your furry triangle revives the memory of the day we were going to see our friend’s sailboat and you went up the ladder first. My good friend stood on the ground looking up, watching from below as you displayed your cute little ass and crotch for his inspection as you climbed above him. I remember being surprised when I told you later what a view he’d gotten and you said you knew he was looking all the time. You amazed and pleased us both the next time we visited his boat by wearing another short skirt without panties. What a lovely pussy, I think, as I recall how he and I both stripped you completely in the cabin on the second social call, then took turns thoroughly fucking the first female visitor of my pal’s new yacht. Your pussy looks yummy as I think back to the first time I ever put my mouth over that glorious slit and ran my tongue between your succulent lips; the first time my tongue touched your tiny anus and made you coo with delight; or the first time you thirstily took my ejaculate down your throat. You looked up at me when you finished, smiled, then licked your lips and kissed the end of my cock, lapping up the last bit of semen from the hastily shrinking tip. “That was delicious,” I remember you saying. What a marvelous sex life we’ve had! I wonder, as I stand here in the shower with a hard-on, if you’ll let me relive one or more of those moments this afternoon, now that our lovemaking doesn’t come as often as before. Maybe I’ll fuck you, or taste that marvelous moist pussy, or both. Knowing you, my sweet, you’ll let me have my way with you, as always.  ~ Patience, Passion, and Pleasure ~  "The older the buck, the stiffer the horn." One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young. |
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Sexy S... What a wonderful reflect back on a life filled with passion and fire... I hope one day to be so lucky as to store up such sweet memories... 
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What great memories to take out when you are alone. She is one lucky lady! "Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened." 
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