Do you remember what it was like to a wake up next to me? The smell of my body in the morning mixed alongside yours. Uniquely us. The way we moulded into each other as we woke, the sleepy caresses that gradually turned to something more urgent as we shook off sleep.
Do you remember what my skin feels like beneath your finger tips? How my nipples pucker and tighten when you trail your touch across them as your explore down my body and eventually push my thighs apart to find the hot wetness of my cunt. The little sighs and moans that were my response to your skin on mine. The hitch of my breath as you slide your fingers into me, the feel of my cunt as you make me come.
Do you remember how I move beneath you? My legs spread wide, my eyes locked on yours. Marks from your mouth littering the soft flesh of my thighs. The moments when you wanted something different, flipping me over onto my knees and filling me from behind, pulling me back onto you in the quest for your release.
Do you remember how I felt to hold that paddle in your hand and use it over and over until you left your mark? The way my skin turned from white to pink and eventually a dark glowing red. How I rocked my hips forward to escape the burn but then pushed them back again looking for more. The words that fell from my lips when you hit me harder than before.
Do you remember the swing of my hips as I danced, the feel of my mouth of your cock, the way your body responded to my lips on your thighs, the look in my eyes when I offered you to my tits to come on, the kisses, the holding hands, the laughing and talking?
Do you remember?
Or do you need a reminder?