Smut With A Smirk

The r ecall  of  former pasts  only lasts a few minutes. When the slithers first started I would think they  we r e  dreams. Then I would notice  things  changed while I was away  before I no longer noticed .  That was when the  notebo oks  began .   I started leaving paper and pencil by the bed when I was hav ing  sex. It became clear I only slithered away momentarily after I came.  But  while away  time ran for longer durations, depending apparently on frequency and quality  of  sex. Away times   could be  very long indeed .  But my returns to what was presently passing for now took  turns  of   unsettling nature. That is  until the  rubber band  of time caught up and the slithers became memories that had always been there.  T ime  critical  recollection  was key.   I would return  sometimes to  Jud y's ...

Boy this room was dark.  Whenever  this room was.  The air felt cool as it dried her off my dick. That scent was as  unmistakable as her pet name was for me. It was disconcerting that I could not see her . Sight is such an  overrid ing  sense in these situations for me. I hear that is a common male bias. But at  this  time I  shoul d  no nothing of such things. With Rene it should be a mutual training and  explo ration  time. I know things this time that I should not know and did not know last time around. The urge to show off was prodigious. The mess it could make  even  more so.   Bu t  it was oh so very dark. I could hear her breathing. Sighing. Purring. I led with my hands.  Found  familiar thighs. Sturdy and long. I spread them and trailed little kisses  along the inside of my favorite . Each one with relish. Some with a little tease of tongue. Some without. Her scent grew stronge...