Memories
By RamaX
Published in
Jul 21, 2023
I look at the pile on the table. It's part of the ritual, I heard. Get rid of everything that's a memory. Well, there it is. The toy box. All memories of the bitch now.
Vibrators and dildos. The handcuffs — soft and metal. Leather cords. That riding crop she loved. And the toys she had me in the night, she told me. Tied face down, spreader bar splaying me open. Strap-on deep in my ass.
She told me about the other men. All of them. Whispering in my ear what she and they did together.
Goodbye, bitch.
