Thirty: Memories

LISA

My phone pinged with an incoming call and I tensed, dread washing over me.

It’s been a couple of days since it happened with Axel, five days to be precise and I've spent every second of the five days remembering every little detail of the sex, except that wasn't sex, it was hard brutal fucking at its finest. The memories of Axel’s hands, his thrusts and fingers, and his tongue were still doing a good job of tethering me over the edge even though he wasn't physically present. I've never really explored what I loved or wanted in the bedroom, with Ben, the only guy I've ever been with, it has always been sweet sensual, and slow lovemaking, he had never really taken it hard on me because he didn't want to treat me like a slut while we made love, he never even whispered dirty words to me except sweet words and he always holds me as if I was a fragile breakable thing, he treated me with reverent in the bedroom even more than he did outside because he didn't want to hurt me or break me