Xmas got me remembering that time you came down, stayed with me in Belsize Park, a tiny studio, shower, kitchenette, double bed, and Jane, who could ever want more. Occasional strolls to Primrose Hill in between long lazy sessions on the bed. Sixty-nineing all the time, you having no birth control and condoms being too expensive. I remember sensing your initial reservations, turned out you were embarrassed about being so wet when I licked you, worried I may not like that smell of your sex, but I loved it and still do, and you loved that I loved it. I used to avoid washing my face afterwards, keep the smell lingering.
Oh how lovely to do that right now, I hope you still have that gorgeous sex smell and I hope you still climax easily on a tongue. A treasured memory, how we quickly found a pattern, sixty-nine, you on top, mostly still, sometimes grinding slightly, my tongue working, a few heavenly minutes and then you twitching and groaning, the deal being, I had to wait until after you’d finished before my turn. I quickly figured out, I didn’t have to cum, I could have more of you over the day if I saved it.
Strange, both of us now in stale marriages and reaching out. But we’d never have made it if we’d married, maybe we’re just too intense for that, I think we recognized it at the time, we never spent more than one or two weeks together before moving on. What we had was more special. Anyway, darling Jane, here’s an open offer, if you’re in London or I’m in Australia, and it takes your fancy, we could resume Belsize Park protocol, prolonged sixty-nine with you taking as long as it takes to climax first. I’d love to be your occasional lover again, that’s what’ I’ve always been. Email soon. Rxxx
