That Time in My Life

Memories are stored

In the mind,

To be replayed

In the future.

With those feelings

Still sparking emotions.

And special moments

Living on forever.

Never forgotten or

Lost in time.

One touch, smell

Sound or taste

Can transfer you

Back to the

Memory you have.

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This is my memory.

It replays daily in my mind.

I'll never forget.

# Chapter 1:

## Feeling the pulse

Breathing fast she lay there. Her legs still shaking.

Her vagina dripping with a mix of her cum and the water-based lube.

Her cliterous was still pulsing. Every pulse sending shivers back through her body like a wave of warm currents.

Her rabbit still vibrating on the mattress next to her, glistening with cum and lube in the shimmer of moonlight sneaking through the window and the blue power light of her vibrator.

She loved this feeling. This feeling of satisfaction. Satisfying herself gives her a feeling that is unmatched by any cock, tongue or finger.

She laid there. Enjoying the moment. Closing her eyes. Feeling the pulses and letting each one travel through her.

Rolling over she switched her vibrator off.

Enjoying each individual pulse she drifted off to sleep.

—

The beep of her phone alarm woke her up.

Opening her eye she could see the sunlight streaking through the slightly open curtains.

As she stirred she felt the stickiness in her vagina and around her arsehole. Feeling the stickiness she was immediately taken back to last night and her 50 minute fucking session with her vagina pleasuring rabbit.

Her clit throbbed at the thought. A pulse travelled through her. Her heart pounded a little faster for a couple of seconds. Her breathe speed up and she exhaled deeply as the pulse reached her head.

For a moment she could think of nothing else.

And then it hit her, she was meeting him today. At midday. For their shared lunch in the local country pub.

She wondered how much they would manage to actually eat today before they could stand it no more.

That thought got her out of bed. She wanted to get ready. Now.

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# Chapter 2:

## The warm flow

The rising steam covering the mirror stopped her from admiring her breasts. She had always been proud of her amble size. More for them - and me - to hold she thought.

Her nipples and her areola hardened as she cupped one of her breast's and ran her thumb over her sensitive nipple.

That action sent a shot to her clit - which responded by sending a pulse through her.

Her vagina started to become moist and open.

Stepping forward, she moved into the flowing hot water from the shower. The first stream hit her hard nipples - then, standing under the full stream, the water ran down her hair, over her shoulders, pouring over her ample breasts and her curvy arse before hitting the bathtub.

She loved her curves and felt them as she lathered her body in soap.

Starting with her face her soapy hands slipped down her neck, over her shoulders and down her arms. The lathering across her body feeling comforting and like a stroke from a soft hand.

She slipped further down her body over her navel and to the top of her trimmed public hair.

Feeling her cliterous respond to the touch she remembered her multiple organism last night. This memory blurred into a thought about what she will do when she meets him later.

Her vagina, now getting increasingly wetter, opened.

Her cliterous longed to be touched.

She brushed over it as she washed down her front and over her groin. Washing the dried cum and lube from the inside of her curvy thighs. She washed down to her ankles bending over to reach them.

She slid her hands back up, allowing them to stroke over her throbbing clit - she lingered there for a second longer and increased the pressure - before sliding around her voluptuous hips and over her curved arse cheeks.

She moved her hands over them, lathering them before reaching her crack, she slid down and over her arsehole. This sent a pulse through her and her hole responded by opening a little more.

She slid her hands back to her dripping cunt.

Slowly caressing her clit before rubbing faster and increasing the pressure gradually.

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# Chapter 3:

## Stiffened

The cold droplet of water of dribbled down the ice cold glass.

She watched it.

And then with her index finger, she stopped the dribble in its tracks before lifting the finger to her lips.

Feeling the coldness on her lips, the hair on her neck stiffened. She felt something waking up inside her vagina. A throbbing. A pulse. A feeling of sexual urge travelling through her.

Cold water has always done that ever since that night with him and those ice cubes.

She was taken back there for a moment.

But then she felt his foot slide up her leg and she was back in the present. Looking deep into his blue eyes - her own brown eyes were filled with sexual urges.

Urges that she needed to tackle.

Urges that she needed to tackle with him.

Urges that she knew he would not allow her to tackle now.

The control he had over her was all consuming. She knew he would say when they can leave.

And she knew that he had not finished fucking with her in the middle of the pub.

She knew her urges will be unmet for now.

—

Looking up, her big brown eyes met his eyes - his eyes transfixed on her ample cleavage.

She knew then that the red top and red lace bra were doing their job.

Wait until you see what else is under here, she thought to herself.

—

As he sat there, ogling her bulging breasts, she knew that his cock would be stiff.

Although he was in control of when they would fuck, she knew that she was in control of making his cock hard.

She imagined rolling her tongue up his pulsing shaft whilst his breathing got deeper.

The thought made her cunt even more moist.

I need to fuck him, she told herself. Now.

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# Chapter 4:

## Groaning, surprising, exploding

She groaned as his head slid up and down between her legs. His tongue was deep in her. Moving out from her dripping wet cunt to her throbbing clit, his tongue focused on the areas that made her groan the most.

But his control was still there. Whenever she was about to explode in an orgasmic release, he would alter the position, the pressure or the technique just enough to stop her climaxing.

Over and over again he did it.

Each time she got more frustrated. Forcibly holding his head in place. Using her curvy thighs as a vice she tried to control him.

But every time he managed to have the final control.

She knew that he was loving it.

—

When they had first got inside the house she could see his stiff cock in his tight jeans. The bulge could not be hidden.

Her dripping cunt got wetter still.

He pushed her against the wall. Passionately kissing her. Exploring her mouth with his tongue.

His hands forcibly grabbing at and moving all over her body.

His lips moved down her chin, down her neck and then to that spot that could melt her in a second.

She bit her lip and her body softened. She let out an involuntary groan. She felt his mouth smile as she did it.

A few minutes later they were in her bedroom.

Him standing there in just his tight jeans. His cock visibly excited.

She was there in her red lace bra and red lace briefs.

She could feel herself dribbling down her curvy thigh.

He pushed her into the bed. Without waiting, he pushed her legs apart and kissed her dripping wet briefs right on the spot.

How does he always manage to hit the clit first time, she wondered as she shivered from the contact.

The deep pressure kiss softened and then she felt his tongue rub along the soaking wet fabric. Up to the top of her flaps, and then down, back over the clit towards her open cunt.

As his tongue travelled down it hit the rubber of the jiggle balls that was sticking out of her wet, hungry cunt.

That's when he realised that she must have put them in before they met at the pub. All the time they had been there, and whilst driving to get home, she would have felt them moving. Stimulating herself.

This made his cock even harder.

He manoeuvred her onto her elbows and knees. Kissing the back of her thighs and over each arse cheek, slowly pulling on the jiggle balls as he did so. With a more forceful tug he pulled them out. She let out a groan and her body shuddered.

He licked the balls, tasting her sweet juices.

His tongue returned to licking over the fabric. How she longed for his tongue to be working on her clit.

But he didn't. He wouldn't. He knew what this was doing to her.

He licked the fabric up and down the soaking wet lips and over her clit. Working his way down, this time he didn't stop at her cunt. His tongue travelled over her arsehole that was standing proud in the air.

His tongue hit something cold and hard. He moved the fabric over with one hand whilst using his second hand to stroke over her clit and down her swollen, throbbing lips.

And then he saw her second surprise.

A glass, rose gold butt plug. Proudly sitting in her arse with the pink stop sticking out.

He licked around the plug - touching her arsehole with his tongue - whilst continuing to stroke her aching vagina with varying pressure.

Pulling her cheeks apart, he pulled her plug out and she released another groan. With one more lick from the top of her arse crack to the top of her lips, he flipped her back over.

He thrust his fingers in her. His tongue worked on her clit. He put a finger in her arse - but just a small amount inside her, to rim her. She loved that feeling.

Within seconds she shuddered to her first release. Tensing she gripped his hair.

Straight after climaxing, he built her up again. And she came again. He did this more than five times before moving away from her cunt and arse, and moving onto kissing and caressing her all over.

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# Chapter 5:

## Bulging

After stoping her reaching a further climax for the tenth time, her frustration boiled over.

She forced him away from her cunt. If he won't let me climax anymore, he's not having my cunt, she thought to herself.

She pushed him onto the bed. He laid there - his cock straining against the fabric on his tight boxers.

She removed her bra, letting her breasts dangle free. Her nipples rock hard.

Slowly she inserted her butt plug using the juices from her dripping cunt - and then her jiggle balls.

She stepped back, turned, bent over. Knowing her cunt and arse we're open - she looked in her full length mirror at him on the bed. And she knew she had control.

His cock was now poking out the top of his boxers. She saw the pre-cum glistening on the tip.

Stepping forward her mouth reached for his cock. Slowly she pulled his boxers down realising more of his bulging cock.

Licking the shaft and the tip she felt his pre-cum on her tongue.

Sliding the boxers down his legs and throwing them onto the floor, she cupped his aching balls. Giving them a gentle squeeze, before increasing the pressure.

Her tongue and mouth continued to work on his cock. Her hand glided from his ball bags down to his arse. She stroked over his arsehole. She felt him shiver as she did it.

Smiling to herself, she took the whole shaft deep in her mouth.

I'm going to make you explode in me, she thought.

—

The moonlight was shining through the windows. The wind was rustling the tree outside.

She stirred. As she did so, she felt the familiar stickiness of cum over her still swollen cunt and the inside of her thighs. Her arse was stuck to the bedsheets a little.

Rolling over she felt satisfied.

Her pussy full of his cum.

Her cum dried on her flaps, her arse crack and her legs.

She knew this memory would last. And so it should.

It was another night that she would never forget.

Until next time she thought.