She can’t stop thinking about his kisses.
After 20 years, she honestly didn’t remember what his kisses felt like. She couldn’t remember the taste and softness of his lips. But I wanted to be reminded that day.
He hugged her, held her, but when he squeezed a handful of her ass, she knew she had to take her shot.
He pulled his head back from her shoulder and tried to turn, but she held his chin and brought her mouth to his.
He tasted amazing. His lips were unbelievably tender. And she suddenly remembered every kiss she had ever shared with him.
He wasted no time, touching her lips with his tongue. So gently, so perfectly. The way he kissed her back was electrifying, and she knew she was alive. Just like when he had moved her off the curb the week before.
And now? She couldn’t forget his kisses if she tried. The way his lips caress, the way his tongue flicks, the intoxicating taste and smell of him. She drinks his kisses in like a liquor, and forgets the world around her.
She could spend hours tracing his luscious lips with her fingers, her tongue, her toes, her lips… She wants to feel those lips on every inch of her. She can’t stop thinking about it. She can’t stop thinking about him.
She misses his kisses. They make her feel like a damned capable woman.
She misses his kisses. They make her feel sexy and irresistible.
She misses his kisses. They are a whole world of ecstasy, and only his kisses have ever made her orgasm without any other stimulation.
She is so glad she kissed him that day. Even if she never got to kiss him again, she knows every kiss they have shared until now will be with her for the rest of her life.
She will never forget those kisses again. They are the only ones she can even remember anymore.
image by Steve K Art