It’s like I’ve stepped into some alternate universe. I’m draped over the side of the bed, face in a pillow, exposed and ready to receive him. His sheets have a masculine scent that I’m learning to associate with him. I take in a long, deep breath and hold it in my lungs, committing it to memory. After my first mind-blowing orgasm, I’m ready for my next. He stands behind me, rubbing his hands up and down my ass cheeks. I’ve always been somewhat self-conscious. I was the girl at the pool who always wore the long T-shirt over my bathing suit, or the one hiding in the stall to change my clothes during PE. Having someone standing behind me, studying my backside, spreading my butt cheeks apart with the light on, is, well, let’s just say it’s out of my comfort zone. And yet, with Loche, I feel safe and secure, and more than a little turned on. All this attention on my body makes me feel special and sexy, and so I roll my hips to urge him on.
