“Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream.” ~ Khalil Gibran
I am sitting on the end of my new bed post shower wrapped in a big blue towel. My mind is not really anywhere but as I ponder my reflection in the mirror I get a little flash back to a few days before of me bent over this bed, right where I am sitting now and you fucking me from behind. It’s such a vivid scene in my mind’s eye and I can feel my body instantly reacting to the memory, the heat flooding between my thighs.
I pick up my phone and take this picture. I send it to you.
“I was just sitting here thinking about us fucking.”
My old bed had a lot of memories attached to it. I am happy that my new one now has some fucking memories associated with it too.
Next step is to make some more…