The price of this intensity, for her, was vulnerability. She had difficulty with any loss of self-control, and only her near-complete trust of me allowed her to let go so completely. She said it was like falling into the most wonderful pleasure, with me to catch her at the end before she hurt herself. I know this probably sounds odd, but I think of it as a side effect of her brilliance. She thinks differently in nearly every way from me, even if we do agree on many things, so why not also with s*x? If my parents hadn't been distrustful of doctors, I suspect that they would have an explanation for it.
I didn't really care. I loved her for how she was, no matter what word you used to describe it. Tonight I had c*m inside her, like many times before, but it still felt like the very first tim
