My Thighs Trembled

The other night our fucking was simple and fantastic. At least that's how I remembered it. Sometimes we have crazy, athletic, complicated sex. This was not that. We started off simply, teasing each other a little bit as we removed our clothes. I climbed onto the bed and knelt with my knees spread a little bit as D slid his jeans down his hips until they sat as low as they could be without being completely obscene. This turns me on tremendously.

He joined me on the bed and we kissed. And kissed, and kissed, and kissed, and then kissed some more. Sometimes I just can't get enough of his mouth, and sometimes those kisses are just so perfect. The tremendous turn on was continuing.

What I recall from our evening was unhurried and divine pussy licking, mutually distracting and pleasurable 69, slow and sensual cowgirl, a languorous blowjob in the middle, and several orgasms all around. From my recollection we took it slowly, moving from one lovely engagement to the next as our desires took us there. It was, I thought, the kind of almost slow and meditative fuck you have after you've gotten the pent-up madness out of your system.

But here's the thing that I don't remember: D spanking my ass hard and repeatedly as I rode him. The day after I was dreamily telling him how much I loved our slow and silky sort of evening, how gentle and lovely it was. And he said, "Right, except for the part where I spanked your ass." And I had to stop and really think about it. And once I had, I remembered the stinging blows, especially on my left cheek.

I'm not sure what that means--to have completely blocked out or forgotten that the spanking happened. Does that mean that the spanking heightened the pleasure to the point that I could only remember that I felt amazing? Or does it mean that I didn't like it so much and subconsciously lost it?

Afterward I felt weakened by the pleasure. As I walked to the bathroom for a cozy post-fuck soak my thighs trembled, barely holding my weight. At that moment I should have, perhaps, realized that we didn't have a soft, quiet, and gentle fuck. But I didn't. I couldn't. And I wouldn't until D set me straight the next day.

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