Flashbacks are not something that come in order, they just assault you in the middle of your day, night, with no respect whatsoever for what you are doing. These visuals come sometimes with smell and taste but usually your hearing is suddenly impaired and all you can hear is your own breathing.

They are also something you should never ever, ever, share with the person that caused them to you. It will open you in half and let such person know how much you were paying attention, will bare your heart, lust and soul and give to the other such empowerment that should be guarded by any means. Also it can freak the other person out. Happened before…

I know this should be locked under high security, instead I send it to you… bad me. This is just as it is: my writer’s mind taking every sensation to its ultimate instance.

The strongest sensation is the feeling of your arms around my cold, wet, slick body, naked in the water, the sun, the kisses, the smell. And I am jolted straight to the vision of you lying next to me, next day, so well behaved and far; and all I could think of, was taking you into my mouth… not your mouth, your arms, your fingers, not this time. As far as naughty desires come, this was high levelled.

And from there the imagination is sent right back to the day before when the desire was reality and the act was actually committed. Salivating, I realise I am hardly breathing. The head is a bit fuzzy, the heart beat, a bit off.

I am laughing out loud by myself now, from your saying you would pay good money for that massage. Bam! Flashback of the whole massage. The stronger is the feeling of your body under my hands. I have to confess that the idea wasn’t for you, it was such a delicious sensation to feel you under my hands, I was having fun, and then, it got better, and not only my hands were happy and sighing. I still can feel myself gliding, feeling from your back to your calf sliding between my thighs.

Kisses… kisses… oh and shampoo, more shampoo and more shampoo. So innocent were you accepting my offer again and again and I was just doing it for you to take the product to your head, watching your arms flex their muscles, the perfect torso, like a Greek god’s statue. Remember to include that movement to your choreographies, it is priceless.

Smelling your neck and you telling me about my scent, oh my!

Sorry.

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I needed some breathing space.

I still found it pretty interesting how you guessed so quickly of my interest for “the other side” of the force.  I can only assume you were paying as much attention as I was. So obviously this is the flashback that consumes me now. An entrance millimetre by millimetre.

It is important to say the small movements, the touch of the hand on the neck, the tip of a finger over a bared chest, the slight change of positions, the contraction of one muscle, are very perceptible when one is in a state of alternate reality.

Old flashbacks come to mind and obviously dancing in dark places comes in first. I don’t know if I managed to tell you in a good way how important, unforgettable, life changing that was. I believe that many things that happen in our lives are like a life on their own. That moment is finished and meant the world in that moment, like one of the teachers said in a workshop: during that song, that dance, that music, you (the couple) are like madly in love, as if the world would finish, when the music is done, the world can continue spinning as before, you smile and are again madly in love in the next song…

It is like that, that old flashback: a whole world and dramatic story in its own: the naked dancing tale. Undressing while moving, each touch, each move, each empty wall, are still there in the strange recesses of my mind. Seriously one of the best foreplays of my history.

Oh, then comes the memory of  “the play” of Saturday, it is incredibly sexy and inebriating the look of a man in ecstasy under you, his abandon, his neck slightly back, the way the eyes close even when trying not to. The feeling of looking for the reactions to your most intimate muscle movements, and the way you suffer it even greater, because in trying to affect a reaction, the “equal force in opposite direction” thing doesn’t really work, you bend laws of physics because in trying to affect him you get at least twice as affected and while trying to look into his eyes to savour his expressions you know your eyes are involuntarily closing.

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More breathing space.

Gosh, I will have to send this, more! I will have to publish it! I need to have at least one reader for this piece. This is what I do, I drink moments in life as if they were the most powerful drug or the strongest drink, I am usually sober as I need to be able to keep my senses open to all sensations.

I know I write with the same passion and abandonment of walking, a sunset, a cat, or other stuff, but flashbacks are always the favourite pieces that flow from my hands.

I hope you can take this as a gift, a tribute to your delicious dalliance…

F**k, I will send this. I need to have at least one reader for this piece. This is what I do, I drink moments in life as if they were the most powerful drug, or the strongest drink, this is probably why I can’t drink, I need to be able to keep my senses open to all sensations. I know I write with the same passion and abandonment of walking a beach, dancing and other stuff, but flashbacks are always the favourite pieces that flow from my hands…

I hope you can take this as a gift, a tribute to your delicious fucking 🙂

 

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