11:26 a.m. -- 2007-01-06
His tongue runs in perfect figure-of-eights, he pauses to kiss and revel in my taste. I feel sublime with him sucking on my pussy.
His hands seem twice the size at my hips, enveloping my tiny frame and making him more manly, me more female. He lifts me up for more, A cheeky glance upwards and I'm in the heaven of those brown eyes.
When I wake I am wrapped in the smell of my own perfume from the night before, an old scent, a scent of memories. Maybe that's why I chose it, subconsciously, it reminded me of him and the times I lay awake waiting. He was intoxicating too; I remember the perfection of being with him.
Dreams, dreams are fabrications. I struggle to push it from my head and concentrate on the here and now. He is a year gone and never to be seen again.
(and in answer the question 'where the fuck have you been?', I shall answer truthfuly. Battling one bitch of an eating disorder, that's where. Becoming comsumed with thinking about food and weight almost destroyed my sex drive. Today I feel almost human. We'll see what happens.)
Last Five
i had a threesome - 2008-02-05
Three Weeks - 2007-02-24
Dreaming of Brown Eyes - 2007-01-06
Back - 2006-09-19
The Last 12 Months of ME, in a nutshell. - 2006-06-11