Loving memories Stories

In the swelter of a torrid summer night, I dream of you dreaming of me. When your smell that still lingers in the pillow Grabs my stray unconscious by the throat And shoves my head down into the waters of memory, Drowning on the desires we used to share. - Your melancholy eyes are shut tight And the bedspread has long been kicked to the floor. The sweet breath that passes through your lips is drawn in with yearning and es...

Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep… I hear as my eyes slowly open. The room is blurry; I try to get some orientation as I am not sure where I am. What has happened to me? I think. Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep… I felt different; light-headed. My eyelids are so heavy and my mouth feels dry. I am not able to move. There was a weariness within me, though my mind seemed still sharp. Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep… A vision appears, and it hovers above...

It has been fifty years, yet I never forgot a single detail. After work, every Friday, we secretly met in our favourite hidey-hole behind the post office. I clearly remember how she possessively held it firmly in her delicate hand and how I liked watching her do it. She smiled. She blushed. She giggled. She gasped. She begged. She licked. She moaned. She swallowed. She moaned. She licked. She begged. She gasped. She giggl...