Too Late to Head Back

Alex placed a ball in front of Evelyn and instructed her to take it and bite it. Not questioning why, she did as told. As his hand ran down her back, he whispered that he felt she was ready to take more than she’d ever taken before. Unsure what that meant, Evelyn relaxed her body and cleared her mind of all thoughts. If more was to come, she’d ride the waves best she could. His hands found her gluts and began to pat a new rhythm with growing intensity. Before long, the sound of smacked flesh was crescendoed to an epic pitch.

Evelyn could not comprehend why her body was loving this treatment as intensely as it was. She was on a cloud way higher than nine. The rebounding undulation of her tush between smacks seemed to send more hormones throughout her soul making her yearn for him unlike anything she had felt before. Had she not known better, she’d think her womanhood was wide open flowing more than Niagara Falls.

The pause was ever so brief and slight, hardly perceivable, yet clearly there. The next smack was not one of a hand. No. Whatever it was, it was serious! It was intense. It was commanding. Her inner woman woke up fast. Evelyn had no idea it was there or dormant. Oh she felt like an angel in heaven. He had awakened in her the woman her grandmother had told her existed but no one knew what that meant. Oh, she understood. Oh she was wide woke now!

Evelyn caught herself groaning out the word please as loudly as she could without dropping the ball in her mouth. As if on cue, Alex unleashed on her a few rounds that ensured the awakened woman in her was not going back to sleep. Tears of joy and elation rained out torrential. She felt healed. There was no way to explain this to anyone. She felt completely healed. Her fight with her husband was done. Her worries about him not understanding her needs was over. Her anxiety about the loss of intimacy was now cured. She was a new woman. Her inner feminist had nothing to say but clap and give a thumbs up as she took in the pleasures falling on her.

Just before the sensations turned into outright pain, Alex stopped. How did he know she had enough? Didn’t matter. He knew. She trusted. She loved. She cherished. She relished. She exhaled.

His hands, now covered with oils and ointments, massaged and soothed her rear. He rubbed. Checked. Verified. Massaged. Then, he softly kissed her rosy cheeks. There was a small playful nibble that made her giggle. She was overwhelmed with gratitude and intense knowing. He swelled with pride. He had taken her there, the very edge, and not lost her over the edge of the cliff. She trusted him now. He had won his woman back. She was his and was not going anywhere.