The After Taste

I still remember every second I spent with him. When his soft touch traces every inch of my body. Take me to the furthest place my brain can imagine. Every time he showered me with kisses, I heard the bells ringing beautifully. That's how I drifted into his touch.

My first night in the past was amazing. I admit that, but, last night was such a blast! I never imagined there would be a peak of pleasure as great as that.

'He … is good.' I trace him on my lips.

My feet kicked under the blanket. Then I rolled up my naked body with the blanket I hadn't pulled down. Giggling by myself on the bed whose warmth is still felt on my skin. Then kicking again. Giggling again. And so on until the sunlight began to penetrate the small gaps in the window curtains.

In the past, our play ended early because I fell asleep. But last night, we did it all night until the smell of a new morning greeted us. I stayed up all night. Enjoying every new adventure the man has to