I Will Remember You

"Will you remember me?” He asked, kissing my forehead while cuddling me to his naked chest.

“Of course I will, why wouldn’t I? I have a pretty good damn memory,” I said as I kissed his neck and chest.

His hand reached for mine to stop it from playing on his abdomen, which he hated, but I always found funny because he had a bit of belly and I thought that was sexy as hell.

I pulled my hand away.

“Remember my rule?”

“No holding hands. Never. Yes, I do. I wish you would let me hold it.”

I turned to him and kissed his chest, playing with my fingers on his stomach, along his oblique muscles, along his chest tattoo, drawing small little circles with my finger nails.

“You never remember men, honey. You’re like a praying mantis. You fuck with their minds, make them think you’re in love, make them feel comfortable, make them live for a week or two, then you finish it. I don’t think I’m any different.”

“Why do you want to know? I am here now. I am yours now. You should go and take your chance again, make me yours again, make me remember you. Or better yet, let me make you remember me.”

I got on top of him and placed small, sweet kisses on his skin as he played with my curly hair, ruffling my curls.

I went down, smelling his flesh, licking every piece, kissing it on my way down.

He was wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, so that made it easy for me to “unwrap” my present.

“No. Not this again. You’re always doing this whenever I try to have a serious conversation with you. You’re like a man sometimes. And I feel like shit trying to explain you my feelings. What I want. What I need.”

My eyes rolled for the tenth time…I raised my head from his lap and stared at him while holding his dick in my right hand and licking it.

“OK, talk. I can listen and enjoy this while you’re talking about feelings. Who knows, maybe you’ll even grow a vagina. You know I’m down with fucking women. Look, I even have a mic right here. Would you like me to sing you a sad song on which you can tell me how you feel?”

“You’re an asshole.”

I laughed and returned to the interesting part: his dick. I loved playing with it, just small sucks, small licks, kissing it, running my nails along its length. I just love this tease. It makes them think they’re kings; gods; immortals.

I teased a bit more with my right hand on the shaft. I alternated between licking and sucking the head while using my right hand and occasionally my tongue to work the shaft. I heard him moan and I tasted his pre-cum.

It was time to get a bit more serious if I had to make him shut up, so I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his shaft, slowly letting it go further down my throat. My lips were tight as to feel every vein and his hardness increasing. He couldn’t contain his moans and he grabbed my hair, pulling it, pushing my mouth to take it all in until I started making choking sounds and tears rolled down my cheek.

I raised my head for a second and looked into his eyes with tears rolling on my face from the choke. “Can you fuck my mouth, baby?”

And so he did. My mouth was his cum hole. He grabbed my hair harder and pushed his cock into my mouth, making me choke, making spit spill out of my mouth onto his balls.

I stopped him and I began licking his balls, sucking gently, covering them up in spit as my hand was playing with his dick.

“So, you were saying?”

“I was saying that you’re a fucking beast, woman. You’re the fucking Devil. I can’t have enough of you.”

“Let me show you what you’ve done to me,” I said as I leaned back and gave him a good visual to my wet cunt.

My fingers were making circles around my clit, then parted my pussy lips, revealing the wetness. I started playing with myself, looking right into his eyes so he knew it was him who was doing that to me.

I spanked it gently then took two fingers to my mouth and covered them up in spit and I started fucking my mouth with them, letting spit get in my mouth, only to take them out of my mouth and to put them inside me again. The sound that my wet pussy made from the pounding was kryptonite for him and I knew that.

“Let me fuck you.”

He put his right hand on my throat and, with his left hand, he put his hard cock in me. He moved slowly, giving it to me slowly so I could feel its whole size. He was going in and out, allowing my pussy to feel the hard head as it was going in me.

I grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper in me while I spread my legs wider so he could get all in me.

The fucker looked into my eyes while he was fucking me, trying to find something there; a feeling, an emotion, anything. I gave him my soul, and that was empty. Nobody can look too much into my eyes without looking away. That’s just how it is.

Our bodies moved together and he flipped me over on my side.

“Fuck, go easy, please.”

“I want you to remember me, do you get it? I want to destroy your cunt.”

I screamed the first time he got in.

He covered my mouth with his hand and began fucking me. I could feel the hate, the love, the passion, the desire. He was giving it to me like a beast.

“Will you remember me? Say you will, you fucking devil woman!”

And he filled me up with his hot cum. He filled me up while he was still fucking me, pushing his spunk in me.

He collapsed on my chest and kissed my forehead and my shoulder, kissing the little sweat from my skin, and he sighed.

“You won’t remember me, will you?”

I looked at him and kissed him. Yes, I’ll remember him. I took a part of his soul, and that’s what I always do. That’s how I live.

I fuck with the memory of every soul I ever taken.