She climbed into bed that night without showering, undressing slowly in the dark, retracing his path. As each discarded piece fell at her feet, the scent of him rose up to meet her, flooding nose, mind and sex with the fresh memory of their meeting.

Peeling off the minute black g-string covered in his dried creamy seed, she ran her long, delicate fingers back and forth along the renewed moistness hoping her body had retained enough of his slippery goodness for the pleasure of her midnight treat.

  1. The Panserbjørne 2010.03.21 12:12am

    Midnight encounters — how intense they can be and how they sear memories into the mind afterwards. And sometimes sear a few other things, too, from the sound of it.

    — PB

  2. Cheeky Minx 2010.03.21 6:00am

    Mmmm, the deliciously potent, lingering reminder (and remainder) of a man…

    Glad you enjoyed it PB – and nice to have you back! 😉

  3. Osbasso 2010.03.21 4:41pm

    Short and to the point. I like it!

  4. Cheeky Minx 2010.03.21 11:33pm

    Thanks Os! Sometimes less is definitely more…

  5. Jake (of Facts and Friction) 2010.03.28 10:14pm

    This is awesome, I've always wondered how my partners reminisce after we've parted…

  6. Cheeky Minx 2010.03.29 12:02am

    Thank you Jake! It's certainly a very delectable way to relive the experience for me…