Every corner of my room is a shrine dedicated to him. The walls are covered with photos that portray him in every moment of our history: complicit smiles, passionate hugs, intense glances. Each image is a fragment of a past that I jealously guard.
I have photos of us on holiday, at the seaside, in the mountains, during the holidays. There are photos taken secretly, while he was distracted or absorbed in his thoughts. I even have photos of him relaxing, with a peaceful and innocent expression.
I have pictures of his big cock everywhere and I love worshiping him and riding dildos while thinking about him.
I know for many it may seem strange, even obsessive, but for me collecting photos of my ex is a way to keep him alive inside me. It s a way to relive happy moments, to remember the love that united us, to not forget who I was when I was with him.
I like getting lost in that labyrinth of memories, as if it were the only place where I can still find it.
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