Memories of my lover

True snippets from a true relationship (only the name of the cat has been changed!)     


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.... After all the initial fumblings we are in bed for the first time and wondering whether we really want each other just because it is expected or whether there is a special spark between us.

I'm kneeling between your legs and massaging your neck and shoulders, and I slowly draw my fingers down to your nipples and feel them grow harder against my fingertips.   

I slip my right hand down between your legs and start gently caressing you there.  I'm excited to find the wetness and the swelling lips and I move two fingers to softly tease the little strawberry tip of your clitoris that I will later learn gives you such uncontrollable pleasure.

Soft moans start as I rub more firmly and I can tell the time is near.

My left hand draws your right down to your breast and I press and roll your palm against the erect nipple there.   

I'm still a little nervous and my cock is only partly erect and I slip my hand wet with your juices down to stroke myself to full hardness as it presses against your swollen sex.

But your other hand pushes mine away and encircles my shaft now slippery with your moisture and my pre-cum.   And I feel you pull me against you, my tip rubbing against your opening,  and you push up and guide me deep, deep inside you.

and I know your need and desire is real  and is not just for this moment as I start to move with you ...



... the migraine you have had all week has drained you and my only wish is that I could absorb the pain and suffering and grant the relief you need.

It's Sunday morning and as we stir and turn to hold you.   I snuggle against you and try to comfort you and I feel my cock unfairly aroused as it presses against the warm firmness of you.      At least the pain is gone but the numbness from too many painkillers remains.

You are aware of my arousal and your hand slides behind you and meets mine as I slowly start to masturbate.   I know you won't mind because occasionally watching each other pleasure ourselves has always been a turn on for both of us.

I stroke slowly at first and I feel you hand slip further down to caress my balls.   I increase both my pressure and speed as I pull and you sense the almost imperceptible tightening of my balls as my orgasm builds.

I moan slightly and your hand gently squeezes my balls and the base of my cock and you feel the throbbing spasms as my cum rises and spurts and splashes against your back.   

And the gentle pressure remains as I subside and you move closer to me and I feel you start to rub my deflated manhood into the warm semen sliding down you.    The pain is gone, the numbness remains and my numbness is that I love you and that I cannot absorb the pain ...  


... it was typical of your warm heartedness when you adopted the stray cat.   

A skinny black male that you for some perverse reason named Snowball, but he didn't care and thrived and responded to your attentions.   Soon he was a typical house cat, leaping into our laps, and even onto the bed to snuggle between us if he was let in first thing in the morning.

Snowball had the habit of many cats in loving to lick people.    I think it has something to do with the need for salt, and it's a strange but not unpleasant sensation having that rough tongue licking away.    I now confess that was a time or two when you went to bed early and I slipped my penis out and his tongue worked over me.

It wasn't long before he had the run of the house at night and at least he had the sense to stay out of the way when we were making love.

But one night as we fucked, I slipped out of you and stroked myself until my cum shot all over your stomach and breasts.   The way you loved me to do it sometimes, because you thought it was my way of branding you as my personal property just like a farmer might brand his horse.    And loved running your fingers through it and licking them then pushing them into my mouth to taste myself.

That night I knelt there fully sated and watched the rivulets of warm white fluid start to trickle, when there was a familiar thump on the bed as Snowdrop decided it was time we took some notice of him.

And both of us giggling as Snowball started greedily licking the little pools of cum off your breast with that rough tongue flicking at your nipple.

My secret fantasy?   We were never into bondage but how I longed to tie you to that bed, fuck you long and hard and then spray my load all over your clit and lips as I held them open.    

And sit back and enjoy the sight of Snowball devouring his favourite late night snack ....



