#5 Scott
Scott is divorcing; in the process of actively divorcing. He has a nine year old son named Colton, which for no reason outside my own mind I find very similar to Grayson. Scott bites me everywhere and pulls my hair. I have the grossest, hottest, darkest hickey I've ever seen- yours included. He holds me down and loves tits. That's a lot of boxes to check off, a lot of things that remind me of sex with you. Things that I thought if I could find someone to do to me, maybe it would make me feel the way I felt with you.
When we kissed, he made his tongue long and firm, stuck it fully into my mouth and left it still, taking up the room usually reserved for my own tongue. It was hard and frozen; I didn't know how to make it move, either for pleasure or just to reclaim my mouth back.
He asked me, "can I mark you?" as he licked my throat and felt my moan vibrate against his lips.
When I would express my pleasure, he would make this sound, "mmmmmhmmmmmm," high pitched, closed lips, as if you're reading a book and patronizingly agree with someone who won't stop talking. It's like the affirmation sound you say to a child. mmhmmm, yes, that's right, very good. It made me uncomfortable. He also told me I was a "good girl" multiple times. Those are not sexy things, that is not hot.
I mean, this time was much more enjoyable, for sure. I was into it, mostly, physically, at least. But I used to soak the sheets with you. I'd be laying in a puddle when we finished. Maybe it gets better. I'd be willing to try again with Scott. I'm just looking to replace the memories, you know? There are so many of them.