When love making, she used every nerve in her body to explore her sensitivity, to find the nodes of pleasure coursing through her body. Only when she finally pounced on one she would begin to thrash beneath me. Unlike other women she didn't cry out before orgasm approached, her stillness before a climax never failed to astonish me. I often felt like a truck driver as she, terrified with eyes wide open watching me drive a heavy truck over her body. Her orgasms were unsightly and tragic, I thought... and I had laughingly told her that they put me out of the mood. Her smile was sweet, and the next time was exactly the same as before. I will never forget her eyes. "C"
