I lay in my bed, propped up with precisely3 pillows behind my head and back. The time was ticking between day and night as I sat and watched several different movies. The time has passed slowly, and yet you are still not here. I unconsciously watch the USA and Canada hockey game, knowing where you are you are watching it as well. That’s the closest I can get to you. I have not felt your touch in months, your kisses are faintly remembered, your touch is unfamiliar, and I long for you to come home and refresh my memory.
I sit and stare between my television and computer screen, my mind keeps remembering the first moment together. We had lay in your bed, the lights were dim. I had just gotten out of the hospital for a serious sports injury and still a bit high from the drugs. We were talking about life and somewhere randomly I bluntly blurted out “I like you, and your fricken hot.”
I remember you laughing, still knowing I was dazed and confused from the anesthetics. “Thank you,” you said through your hysterical laughter. The next thing I knew you leaned in a kissed me. I pulled your head in and held you close to my body. I remember being thankful I couldn’t feel the pain because of the medication. But I remember the feel of you, the feel of your hard dick entering me for the first time. I remember how fragile you handled me making sure not to aggravate the tender hip I carelessly ruined. As I continued to remember your smooth movements and the overflowing amount of ecstasy that flooded my body that day, I began to feel a settle warmth between my legs. It has been a long time since I have ever made love to you, and in all honesty my sex drive was through the roof. The thoughts continued, to the best of my memory, but we all know that we never remember things they way they happened. My thoughts may have exaggerated the memory, but regardless it still had the same effect. I was wet.
