[She screws her eyes shut and bites her lip as he pushes inside her, trying to focus only on that feeling, to give it its usual intensity.
It doesn't work. It's not a magic wand that can magically banish all her problems (physical, mental, emotional) and make everything better. But it still feels good, stretching her, massaging her. And she really likes the noises he makes as he rocks against her. There's a faint sense of satisfaction at his pleasure. That's because of me.
(Not that she's doing much except hanging on. Maybe he'd feel this way regardless of who he's with. But right now she'll take every scrap of good feeling she can get her hands on.)]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
It doesn't work. It's not a magic wand that can magically banish all her problems (physical, mental, emotional) and make everything better. But it still feels good, stretching her, massaging her. And she really likes the noises he makes as he rocks against her. There's a faint sense of satisfaction at his pleasure. That's because of me.
(Not that she's doing much except hanging on. Maybe he'd feel this way regardless of who he's with. But right now she'll take every scrap of good feeling she can get her hands on.)]