We all have memories of our favorite encounters. They exist like dark little red rooms lining the corners of the hallways of our minds. Some are revisited often, others we happen upon when it is least expected, interrupting your thoughts like little pangs in the middle of a conversation. It's easy to want to revisit those rooms again and again, and at the same time, there's this desire to keep them untouched and sacred.
These are brief, re-tellings of my favorite pang-inducing erotic memories. Some of them haven't happened yet, others are so etched into my psyche that they'll always be a part of this house.
Enjoy.
-sweets
