Chapter Eight
The next few weeks proved to be a time of heightened s****l activity. There was more of it, and it was more intense. The dominance was stricter and more challenging, but the tenderness was greater too. Eva evidently had a hunger to extend the range of our experiences, and I was never loathe to embrace her initiatives.
One afternoon I was lying in bed with her. We were naked, of course, and she was idly playing with my body, pinching my n*****s a little, slipping a finger into my cunt, and then feigning surprise that it was wet, or trailing her hand over my ass in such a manner that I was sure a smack would arrive at any minute, though none did. She put me on my back and started to examine my cunt, pulling at the folds, opening me out so that she could see the coral inside,
