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And… What are memories?... Memories are the small moments in life we keep for ourselves… Something that can never be taken away…

I don’t think I am a handsome man… I don’t think I have much to offer in terms of looks, money or personality… So what is it?... What is it about me that attracts women of all types?.. My brother says they love the mystery of Cash December… And maybe that is the reason… Maybe it is simply wanting to meet the man behind the pen… The man behind the writings…

She came across my writings on Facebook… Spent all night reading post after post… Then she checked out the website and found herself wanting more… Curious, she sent a DM on Instagram… And after some convo we exchanged our snapchats… I would send her my random thoughts and in return she would send random nudes… After months of this… I gave her the dates I would be in Portland… And we officially met… 

Just a small reserve only place in downtown Portland… She was nervous… And her being nervous caused me to be nervous too… She had read all of my writings and although she didn’t know me personally I felt like she knew more about me than I knew of her… We sat across from each other and ordered drinks and food… 

She asked me “Is everything you write true?”...

I said “It is all fiction.”...

She said “There is no way it is all fiction. It is too detailed.”

I laughed “It is all fiction. Just my random thoughts and horrible dreams.”

She accepted my answer but I could tell she didn’t believe me… The convo stayed like this for the first hour or so… We talked about my writing and about social media… She tried to steer the conversation to get to know more about me personally and I steered the conversation back to her… After we ate… We stayed there just drinking and talking… She became more and more relaxed… She opened up… And as the restaurant began to close… She told me she had to work in the morning but… I could tell she didn’t want the convo to end… And neither did I… So she made her move…

She leaned in and said “We can go back to your hotel but we are not having sex tonight.”

I accepted this truth and she kept her word… We spent the night in bed… Just cuddling and talking… But as the sun rose and brought light to the city… She pushed her ass back… I pulled her close and pressed myself up against her… I kissed her neck… 

She closed her eyes and said “Put it in. Just don’t pull out when you are going to cum. Cum inside me.”...

I paused… Thought about the risk… And then continued… I raised one of her legs up and pressed all the way inside her… I slowly pulled out and then slowly slid back inside her pressing hard up against her… She raised my hand to her throat… And I applied pressure as I kissed behind her ear… I pulled the blankets off of us so I could see my work… When I could feel she wanted more… I turned her over on her stomach and pressed her down into the bed with each thrust… I looked down watching myself slide in and out of her… I could tell she wanted even more… So I raised her ass up and kept her face down… I squeezed her ass… Slapped it once… And kept fucking her… When I could feel her getting close to climax… Did I increase speed?... Or did I slow down?... Trick question… No, I kept the same pressure and the same speed bringing her to climax on my dick… Her moans became louder as her hand reached and squeezed whatever she could reach… And when she stopped throwing her ass back against me… She took a deep breath… She smiled… She turned back to look at me… She said “I want you to cum.”... It was her submitting to me and although I knew I could switch to any position that I wanted… I kept it the same… Just the thought of having her after so long of a wait would have made me cum fast so I kept my focus to make sure she got hers first… But… Now that she got hers it was my turn… And I looked down watching her ass shake with each thrust… I listened to her moans… I admired all of her… And as I felt myself close to climax… I gave her what she asked for… I came inside her… Flexing my dick with every thrust… Cumming so much I could already feel and see it leaking out of her….  

We lay there catching our breath… As our heart rate decreased… I asked her… 

I said “Why?”...

She said “Why what?”...

I said “Why did you want me to cum inside you?”...

She laughed then said “Don’t judge me but…”...

I said “Tell me.”...

She said “I wanted you to cum inside me so I could feel it leak out of me while I’m at work. It will make me remember this.”

I accepted her answer… Thinking it was gross that she wasn’t going to shower but… It was also sexy… The thought of her wanting to feel me inside her while she was working… It would be her memory of us… And… What are memories?... Memories are the small moments in life we keep for ourselves… Something that can never be taken away…