Fuck Flashbacks
Grey does this thing sometimes, where he pushes down my lower abdomen as he’s fucking me, and I’ve gotta tell you: it is incredible stuff. It’s all I can remember, all I can think about. I keep getting little fuck flashbacks, randomly, throughout the day. It’s ruining my life in the absolute best way.
He has gone again now, back to his end of the nation, back to work, and back to real life. I feel so… empty. Like I’m missing something – not a limb or finger or anything serious; something akin to my phone or house keys. I’m pining for him. More than before. More than usual. Differently.
It’s not just my cunt that misses him, or my mouth, or my fingers; every part of my body misses every part of his. Tip to toes, inside and out. I miss looking around and seeing his eyes, then watching as his face cracks in half with a smile. I miss reaching out and touching his hand, or leg, or arm, or any other part of his body that just so happens to be close.
Fuck, I miss him.
Like, really, really miss him.
The fuck flashbacks don’t help, of course. I’ll be doing something completely mundane, like the dishes or laundry, and a memory will blast into my head, taking me completely by surprise and turning my cheeks a nice shade of beetroot red. Out of nowhere, I start fantasising about him pushing down on my lower abdomen again, as the fingers on the other hand alternate between my clitoris and my g-spot… and I’m more than a little disappointed when I’m brought back to reality, in front of my washing machine.
I was hoovering the living room when I remembered the moment he came inside me. He never does that usually. Always honest, sometimes to the point of being too honest, Grey had told me on more than one occasion that he rarely comes inside a woman. Why? He didn’t know. But it was just a thing he didn’t do often.
But he did with me…
Twice.
And now, it’s all I can think about. It’s my most common fuck flashback, and the most welcomed. My head was shoved into the pillow on the first occasion, with my ass high up in the air – and I felt him erupt inside me. I felt the jets burst into me, one after the other, accompanied with loud explosions of breath that I’d have as my ringtone if I could.
The second time around, things were a little softer, a little sweeter, the morning after the night before. Spooning sex has always been one of my favourites, and his, too. He’s more of a morning person than I am, though. I’d happily forgo that morning fuck… maybe. Possibly not with him.
In all honesty, I don’t think I can remember exactly everything we did in bed… or out of it. I’m still, to this very minute, in some kind of well-fucked daze. And haze. We fucked all over that hotel room, and the bathroom, and even a little in the corridor and elevator.
“Fuck the cameras,” he’d whispered, tiptoeing his fingers under my skirt.
Sadly, we had just a few seconds alone before someone joined us on the next floor. Those few seconds were enough to have me so turned on that I had to clamp my thighs together in fear of my arousal pooling on the elevator floor.
I remember sucking his dick, draped across the bed, and him saying something along the lines of, “I’d love to get a picture of that.”
I then responded with something like, “I double-dare you.”
Never one to turn down a dare, Grey reached for his phone and snapped that shot, showing me afterwards. It’s harder than you’d think to smile with a dick in your mouth.
We’d wake, drink tea, fuck.
Shower, fuck, more tea, fuck, get dressed, fuck.
Eat, fuck.
Sleep, fuck.
You get the idea.
Fuck.
Fuck.
It was… scary sex. Scary might not be the right word, but it’s the kind of sex that you always dream of having. It’s not the kind that you actually end up having. Fantasy sex. Sex that you’re not brave enough to ask for. Sex that stays in your mind and provides you with endless fuck flashbacks as you try and go about your day.
Fuck, though…
Those fuck flashbacks are the only thing keeping me going right now.
The next blog post in the dating timeline is this one: I Can’t Stop Thinking About Him.
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