I do a lot of second-guessing over the next few days.
Did I overreact? It was fully consensual, of course, and he did warn me that he wasn’t going to be gentle. Hell—I told him not to be gentle.
It was the best, longest, and most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I can still feel him inside me, like a phantom limb, stretching and pounding against me. I want to feel him inside me again for real.
I just can’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t just trying to make me feel good—wasn’t even trying to make himself feel good. He was trying to prove something—something that he can’t seem to let go of.
He keeps sending me flowers—those same ridiculously expensive roses usually, but also something called a Shenzhen Nongke Orchid that’s apparently equally expensive and rare. He’s calling and texting a
