Gwen

I felt so unclean, low and stupid when he finally rolled off me, and began putting on his clothes hurriedly.

I was panting so hard from the marathon sex, and sweating profusely, trying to catch my breath from what just happened.

It was so hot and passionate, having sex with someone who clearly wanted me. I was able to be myself. Not where I was trying to please him. I had ride him like my life depended on it. It had been such a long time someone had turned me on like that. It was a good healthy sex. Where every part of me was kissed and worshiped. From...