A few years ago, pre-scamdemic, I spent the night with a young lady. It was probably one of the top ten nights in my storied history. What was particularly memorable was how much she enjoyed it. I know some may doubt that and it’s OK because what I’m about to relate after such a “memorable” night sounds even harder to believe.
We did not keep in contact as it was a chance encounter interrupted by Covid before I could follow up. Fast forward and I connected with a girl in the same club going by a different name that reminded me of my memorable girl. I asked if she was her and she swore she wasn’t. I reluctantly took her at her word. For such a memorable girl I have to admit that I didn’t really remember her for certain in the flesh. We subsequently became good friends without the benefits and have kept in contact throughout my travels and always meet up for drinks without the sex when I pass through.
The conundrum is that a couple of weeks ago she admitted that she was in fact her and shared details that only she would know. She started hinting that we should do a repeat performance. Three days ago, she stopped hinting and said we need to do it again. She is currently out of town but returns at the end of next week. The thing is I don’t really think that I want jump into bed again. I worry that it won’t be the same and will ruin a memory that I would like to keep pure.
Pussy or memories, that is the question.


Are you in a committed relationship if not and the sex was great. Relive and enjoy those long lost moments. Covid changed lots of things unfortunately.