It’s true: I did beat his ass with a belt while he ate out my best friend.
When I put it like that, it sounds dirty.
It didn’t feel dirty. It felt clean. Spring rain clean. Fresh snow clean.
It’s true: She spanked him while he spanked me, bent over the side of the couch.
It sounds ridiculous, described.
For me it was bracing: like the icy crunch of fall leaves under a clear, blue sky.
It’s true: I watched while they fucked and my pussy clenched with pleasure.
It sounds perverted, maybe, in so many words.
But the moment confounded me with its beauty.