We’re both laying on my bed naked. The summer sun is streaming though the window. A beam of light cuts across my tummy and Karen turns on to her side, her small, plump, breasts nudging against my arm as her fingers gently trace the line of the yellow light across and down my torso.
The story tells the tale of when I first came to terms with the fact pain, and certain kinks, gave me pleasure. It was a defining moment for me.