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Memories of women in my past
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Memories of women in my past Wendy, I am thinking. Wendy, the dancer, with the long blonde hair and the acne scarred face. Wendy lying on her bed in the dark, the dancer's body. Wendy, small breasts moving under my fingers, nipples against the palm of my hands. My second. My mouth on her mons, the thick bush of tan pubic hair, tickling my nose. It is the first time I feel a woman's thighs straining against my shoulders. It is good and dark, and when I slide into her, I am stunned by the warmth and depth, and the soft "oh" I hear her make. We move, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. There is a hardness between us which I recognize as the knuckles of her right hand as she rubs herself. I replace her fingers with my own, and Myriah is turned away from me as I curl my fingers through her blue hair. I clench my fingers and pull her head back, looking at the curve of her neck. I bite lightly, then harder when she asks, then harder. I slide her top off her shoulders and look at the indentations of my teeth in her skin. It will bruise, I think, and then my hands are moving over her breasts, which are so white, that I can see just the faintest blue of the veins under her skin as they lead away from her areola. When I take her to bed, I look down into her eyes, which are blue like ice, and I say, "Nothing will ever change between us. This changes nothing. You and me are moving hard and fast. My fingers are around Nicole's neck. She has told me that she likes to be choked, and I do it because I want her to have something she can enjoy, even if it throws me off a bit. Her eyes look glazed, and her open mouth makes sounds loud and sharp. I look between the V of her thighs at the small patch of light brown hair and watch myself move in and out, fast. We move so fast that it sounds like we're slapping each other. My hands move all over her face. This woman I think I could love forever. Then she calls out again, and we move and move, but I am nowhere close, I am leaning over the balcony in a Dallas motel. It's so cold out here. So cold and windy - it's below freezing, but the sun is out. I am melancholy, comfortable. Inside, fat Michelle and her girlfriend Tammy lounge naked. The heat is turned up so high that the room is sweltering, but it is so chilly, we are afraid to turn it down. When we fuck, the room becomes steamy, and I feel like I am in a giant womb with my whole entire body, and not just part of it. Later, we'll smear chocolate cake on each other, and when I fuck Tammy for the first time, Michelle will look at me with jealous eyes. But she knows that the moment she knocks at my door, she's in for a treat. I step out into the hallway and unbutton Shelley's dress. She lets it slide off her, and she's naked, gloriously naked, outside and in my arms. My hands move over her hips, rest gently between her thighs. I'm kissing her, and I can think of nothing else but that this is just what I wanted and needed for just now. When we go inside, she ties me to my bed and blindfolds me. She lights candles and drips them on my chest. She uses a rose, she uses ice. She makes me beg for almost four hours. And then, when all is done...she leaves. There's more. And more. And women I will always remember and some I will always try to forget. But in the end, it's just sex. |
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