Woke up from the most vivid dream. We were back in my childhood bedroom, the one with the floral wallpaper you always said you hated. You were pinned beneath me, my hand over your mouth so your parents wouldn't hear your choked moans. I remember the exact feel of your cock pulsing inside me while I whispered that you'd never find a pussy that grips you like mine does, that you'd never need anyone else. The fantasy of you being mine, completely and totally, before we even knew what that really meant... it still makes my cunt ache. Some bonds are forged in fire, baby. Ours was forged in that twin bed, and no amount of time or distance can break it.