This was a special one, wasn’t it?
I remember it all.
Very, very clearly in fact.
I remember the feel of you especially. Pressing my fingers inside you felt different than any woman before you and I don’t know how to describe it, but every time I enter you, this thought revisits me.
Something – not sure what it was – was just different. Exploring your contours was a delight beyond anything I can articulate.
Getting to know the inside of you, reaching into you and grabbing ahold of you was just beautiful to witness. I remember what you feel like so vividly I could recognize it anywhere.
Two fingers deep inside you, fast and hard and watching you come alive like you were wondering what the fuck was happening. “What was happening, you thought? So this is what he was talking about?”
I saw your mind racing as I made you cum over and over and then watch you soak everything with your wetness.
I could go back to what you wrote to me about it but I’ll paraphrase and just say I recall you saying “you’d never felt anything like this in your life before.”
I remember rubbing your pretty beautiful clit. I remember when I was eating you and staring right into you that I needed to be a little more delicate with you because you are just so fragile, even your kitty.
I wasn’t very delicate though, was I?
Spinning a record on your little nerve ending heaven and sending more shockwaves to ripple over you again and again.
Every detail of the first time is locked in me forever. Every detail of every time after as well.
My baby girl. My Kitten.
Next time I’ll soak it all in all over again.
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