I remember it as if it just happened, having recounted this a thousand times over in my head, long before ever writing this post.
My gift, possibly above everything else in bed, is this right here, and you found out firsthand what I meant when I said I would make you cum relentlessly just from devouring alone.
I recall it all. I remember pushing you down onto the couch. I recall taking your clothes off before that.
I remember the absolutely beautiful woman I love in the deepest way exposed for me, and remember thinking to myself how undeniably stunning you looked, physically and in the sense of just your inner self being given to me.
There was a different kind of feeling I’d never known before that I just cannot describe that enveloped me. Not nerves. Something closer to gratitude, a sense of luck, a feeling of being blessed by God, and above all just Love for you.
I recall the way you looked and the expressions in your face, before, during and after. Your sweet delicious clean taste and almost absent scent. I remember being a little shocked, almost as if this was not possible, in how just fresh you were.
I remember pushing your legs back and looking at your bare kitty and being me taken aback by how badly I wanted to serve you. I remember thinking that and becoming prideful, for what I knew was going happen next. That I’d serve you in a way you had and never would be by any other man.
That nothing after this would ever compare to us together.
I can recall diving into you with passion like I’d never known in my life, crawling out of my skin to devour you like I was breaking you down from the inside out.
And I remember looking up, soaking in your face as your arms flipped down to your sides reaching for something, somewhere, to stabilize your inner core — but Daddy had you under his spell now and you were coming along for the ride. Then orgasms began to take hold of you in spades and my pride went through the roof, so full of myself by filling your inner self.
I looked up, you looked down, and I connected with you in a way I just cannot attempt to write about, because if I did, I would fail miserably.
I remember later on you saying that something happened to you that never happened before. When I jokingly asked if it was good, remember you laughing it off in an “are you fucking kidding me” kind of way. I remember feeling pride and gratitude, but above all, a peace.
A sense of peace, that is only possible when you give your best to somebody else who you truly, truly love.
Every time I ate you after just became more intense, but that first time. That first time always will be with me.
Tu me manques,