1 comments/ 21959 views/ 9 favorites Joy and Humiliation By: HotSauce856 "Look at me!" he demanded. Though my back was to him, I craned my head all the way around to meet his gaze. I slowly opened my eyes and met his bright blue ones. As I did, I felt a firm pressure against my rear. I trembled there on my hands and knees. My cuffed hands were wrapped tightly around the rung of the headboard, holding on for dear life. "Oh God. Please John, I don't know. I don't know if I can do this. Please!" I was begging, and I was not ashamed. I wanted this; I wanted to be pushed past every boundary I had ever set out, but a little part of me still held back. That was the part of me that was fear and uncertainty. "Hush now baby. You can take it. I'll never give you anything you can't take. Nice and slow," he whispered. His words calmed me immediately. I loved his Dom voice, but I also loved his kind and sensitive voice too. I adored all of the facets of this man I now called my lover. "You're going to love this. Open up for me," he began. "Show me how much you want me. Show me you trust me. Show me you're all mine." Staring deep into his eyes, I willed my body to relax. Not just my ass, but my whole body. My hips sagged a bit, and I rested my weight back on my knees. "Take some deep breaths baby. In and out." I did as asked, filling my lungs with the cool air from the wall air conditioning unit. He never broke eye contact with me, and looking into his eyes while he plundered my ass made it just so much more erotic. After about 5 deep inhalations, I felt his fingers prodding me as I exhaled. During my next deep breath, his fingers breached my ass. All three of them. The feeling was just exquisite, unlike anything I've felt before. I tried to remember his words to me. Don't think about what you've heard or what you think you should feel. Just feel. I concentrated on that, on the feeling of absolute fullness. I tried to connect with every single nerve ending in my body. My ass felt hot, on fire, tingly, and full to bursting. Yet truly, there was no pain. "Ahhhhhh," I cried out as his fingers plunged ever so deep. I felt my muscles contract involuntarily, and again I willed them into submission. As I relaxed, I felt his fingers spread, scissoring inside me, making room for his wide cock. It was probably wider than four of his fingers, and I wondered how I would ever take it inside me this way. He had promised me though. Earlier that day he had promised me that it would fit... "Prepare yourself for tonight. You will be fucked like never before, and you will be crying out for more. I promise you this." I read that text over and over as I sat in my office, pushing papers around on my desk but not getting much done. How could I? He had been sending me teasing texts like this all day. The fact that it was Tuesday and I knew we would be meeting at our usual motel that night was enough to keep me distracted. His texts just took it all to the next level. I couldn't wait for five o'clock to roll around. A knock at my door pulled me from my reverie. I resented the intrusion, though Jody was usually someone I looked forward to talking with. "Hey Beth. What's up? You still take that aerobics class on Tuesday nights?" Aerobics class was my cover. I had a husband and kids at home, and a job where being wholesome was an absolute requirement. I smiled inwardly at my little secret. If the world only knew the type of cardio I was doing in lieu of aerobics every Tuesday night... "Take off all your clothes. Slowly" I stared blankly at him, a bit shocked by the order he had just given. My heart beat a rapid tattoo in my chest and butterflies did a dance in my tummy. This was not how our nights together usually played out. We would drink some wine, snuggle, kiss, drink some more wine, and then slowly get down to business. We had only been in our motel room 15 minutes, hadn't even wrapped up our pleasantries, and I had only downed one glass of wine at this point. While I was feeling somewhat loosened up, my nerves were still on edge. I had never had a lover like John before. He was so dominant, confident, and demanding. He MADE me want to submit, while my whole life I had been independent and self-sufficient. I took care of other people, not the other way around. The oldest of three siblings, there were more than six years between me and the other two. I had been born into this leadership role. During the day, I was the head of a large corporation and had become accustomed to others carrying out my wishes. In my home, my husband easily conceded the "wearing the pants in the family" role to me years ago. Yet with John, I longed to submit to his every whim. I wanted that absolute loss of control. He never failed to keep me off-balance with the multiple facets of his personality, and tonight he was playing the hard ass Dom. He was everything I wanted, perhaps because I had handpicked him. Unlike my husband, who I had married young and settled for out of convenience, I had searched long and hard for someone like John. Someone who was not afraid to get down and dirty, to get mean and rough, and to take the upper hand with me. "Maybe you didn't hear me. I said take your clothes off. Now." His voice was unyielding, little more than a whisper. Many times when we played, I would resist and play coy, attempting to make him angry enough to punish me for my stubbornness. Tonight, however, I knew we weren't playing. He had told me in our texts that day that he would not be gentle and would not back down. Allowing me no choice to the matter, he had informed me that he was not taking no for an answer. Of course I had a safe word. It had never been uttered during any of our former meetings. I had never wanted to use it, too proud to ever show him that weakness. I always knew that were I to use that word, John's opinion of me would plummet. He wanted my trust, wanted my surrender and I know he considered it a gift. It was a gift I was willing and happy to give. I'd like to say I was blindsided, but truthfully, I knew what we would be doing this evening. It was something dirty, something I had vowed to never do. It was something only sluts and porn stars did. Even my own mother, on my wedding night, had warned me never to allow anyone to fuck me in that manner. Still, somewhere deep inside of me, I was intrigued with the thought of being taken that way. It WAS wrong, and forbidden. And yet, I had known a few women and men who testified that it felt incredible, and gave them the orgasm of a lifetime. Others though, said it was a horrible experience that included a great deal of pain and agony. After tonight, I knew I would be able to form my own opinion. I pulled down the straps of my dress, inching it down over my breasts. My nipples popped happily onto the scene, their tips standing out like pencil erasers. The skin around my areolas was flushed and puckered, and I noticed John was gazing at me intently. I continued to ease my dress down passed my hips, revealing my black panties. The dress dropped onto the floor. I looked up at John, then quickly grasped the sides of my panties and eased them down. As the cool air met my skin, I felt the moisture that had developed between my thighs. I pressed them together a bit tighter, and fought the urge to cover myself with my hands. I knew that to do so would only make him angry. Rather, I stood proudly in front of him, my back straight, my gaze meeting his, my clothes in a puddle at my feet. "Fold them and place them on the dresser," he commanded, motioning to my discarded clothing. I bent to do as he asked, when he interrupted, "Turn around and do it." He wanted me to bend over while placing my ass in his face? God, he knew how anxious that made me. I wasn't comfortable with being naked in front of him, or anyone for that matter. I would probably opt to have sex with all my clothes on if it were an option. Still, I wanted to please him, so I turned and faced away from him. Swallowing my pride, I stepped aside just a bit and bent down, knees straight. I quickly picked up my clothing, my face red, and began folding. "Good girl," he said as I placed my small pile on the dresser and returned to stand in front of him. His praise made my insides feel all gooey and warm. I wanted more of it, and I gave him a small, thankful smile. "Now. Turn around and face the bed again." I did as he asked, showing him my bare backside once more. "Very nice." He trailed a gentle fingertip down the curve of my spine, over my buttocks and down to lightly tickle my thighs. "Spread your legs for me sweetheart." His voice had become more gentle, and without hesitation I spread my legs shoulder length apart. "Wider." he commanded. I complied. My legs were spread just a bit painfully apart. "Good. Now, bend down and wrap your hands around your ankles." He wanted me to do what? Oh goodness. That would completely expose all of my hot spots, and his face was mere inches from my ass. He wanted me to bend over while sticking my ass in his face? I hesitated; craning my head around to look at him with eyes that I knew must have displayed sheer terror. "Here's the thing," he began softly. "I don't like when you hesitate. I thought I taught you this already. Either you do as I say, without reservation, or we walk out that door right now and bid each other goodnight. Either do as you are told or use your safe word and leave. There is no in between." I turned back, facing front, and stared at the wall for the briefest moment. I felt like crying, I felt like this act went against everything I was comfortable with. Attempting to clear my mind of all thought, I wrapped my hands around my knees and slid them down to my ankles. Bent over double, I felt the blood rush to my already flushed face. In this compromised position, I waited. I rested my head on my knee and felt all of my muscles strain to hold my body still. It seemed as if an eternity passed without even the smallest peep from John to clue me in on what was next. Silent bastard, I thought. He knew exactly what he was doing. "SMACK!" Out of the clear blue, I felt the first blow to my pussy. John's hand had connected hard with my spread lips, and the sensation almost bowled me over. I screamed out in pain, in pleasure, I wasn't sure. "SMACK! SMACK!" His hand connected with first my left, then my right ass cheek. I cried out again, tears now falling freely from my eyes. I felt overwhelmed with a combination of sheer joy and humiliation. How could I be feeling both of those simultaneously? I wasn't quite sure which emotion was more dominant. "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" He continued to rain blows over my ass, my thighs and pussy. I loved when he spanked me with his bare hand. Of course I loved when he used a whip or paddle too, but something about his bare hand connecting with my flesh made it personal. I felt my pussy begin to cream as I rubbed my wet eyes on my knees. There was no end in sight, I felt my emotions straining and threatening to turn me into a blubbery mess as I continued to moan and whine with the sensation. "Yesss. Your ass is so red. Your pussy is pink and glistening." With no warning, he shoved two fingers into my pussy, filling me and again forcing me to jolt forward and compromise my precarious balance. Regaining my stance, I held steady as he worked his fingers in and out, in and out. I fought back the urge to move my hips along with his fingers as I knew he wanted me still. He paused, and did the still and silent thing again. Mindfucking me, as I liked to refer to it. My breathing was harsh and my heart seemed to beat like a drum in my chest. I could feel sweat begin to form on my skin and the urge to shout out at him was strong. I was realizing the limits of my self control during this little scene. Very softly, I felt his fingertips trail down the crack of my ass and back up again. "Beth, what am I going to do to you tonight?" he asked softly. I sucked in a sharp breath and quickly released it. My mind struggled to find the correct response, my synapses not firing properly due to overload. "Whatever you wish, sir." I whispered. I knew how he liked me to respond. "Very good, my sweet," he petted my bottom gently. "But this time I want you to tell me. What am I planning, Beth?" I squeezed my eyes shut. "My ass," I whispered. "Yes, baby," he replied. "But what exactly am I going to do with your ass?" God, he wanted me to say it. He wanted to hear me say it, needed my acknowledgement in some way. "Fuck it," I murmured in a barely intelligible whisper. "You're going to fuck my ass." "Yes, my dear. Your VIRGIN ass, Beth. Where no man has gone before." Using the smallest amount of pressure, he circled my rear hole with a finger. "This is going to be all mine. Your pussy, your ass, your mouth ... all mine before the night is through. Every part of you will belong to me. Do you understand what I am saying to you?" "Yes, sir," I responded on auto-pilot. More tears threatened to spill. I wanted this badly, wanted to experience this for the first time with him. On the other hand, I was filled with the fear of the unknown. Would I let that fear win out before the night was through? "Now," he began as he resumed fucking my pussy with his fingers. "I want you to relax. You can move with my fingers baby. That's a good girl." I began rocking back and forth as his fingers filled my sopping wet pussy. My juices ran down my inner thighs and the squishy sounds of my wetness filled the room. He added a third finger and I felt the tightness of the impact. My muscles struggled to allow him inside, but his fingers' journey was eased by my lubrication. I bounced more heatedly on those fingers and felt my muscles tighten and bear down on him. "Oh yes, baby. You're close, I can feel you tightening around me. Do you want to cum now sweetheart?" he asked me. "Please. Please!" I begged him. Still fucking my pussy with those three thick fingers, he began rubbing my clit in a circular motion with his other hand. That was all I needed to push me over the edge into oblivion. I came with a thundering crash, my whole body ignited with sparks of pleasure. My legs trembled furiously and I felt about to tumble over until John grasped my hips hard, settling me. I took a few giant gulps of air to calm my breathing as John stood up beside me. Taking hold of me, he raised me to a standing position. I felt my age as my muscles groaned and my bones creaked from being in the same position for long. I looked up into his eyes. He leaned down to kiss me on the lips. Gentle at first, he opened my lips with his own and thrust his tongue inside, dueling with my own. Grasping my chin, he deepened our kiss even more and I moaned softly into his mouth. Releasing my lips, he took hold of my shoulders and held me at arm's length. "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees. Wrap your hands around the rungs in the headboard." I did as I was told, my ass in the air once more, but in a much more comfortable position this time. My knees and elbows were cushioned by the soft mattress. I felt John come up beside me, and heard the clink of handcuffs. I wondered if the restraints were truly necessary. Did he think I would run? But no, it was probably to keep my mind in the right space. After he secured my hands to the headboard, I turned my head and watched him undress. He was magnificent. I loved running my hands through the hair on his chest, stroking his hard cock. I also loved just watching him move. "Like what you see?" he asked, catching me ogling him. "Oh yeah," I smiled. "Good, because you're gonna see it up close soon darling." With this he moved onto the bed next to me. Shifting my arms and legs a bit, he moved into position under me, his cock directly under my nose, my pussy right over his face. He had effectively maneuvered us into a 69 position with me on top. I never got on top in this position!! I hated that kind of exposure! "Suck My Cock!" he ordered as he thrust his cock in my face, the weeping tip brushing my lips. I opened wide and engulfed the head as he thrust his hips upward. Using my elbows for leverage, I sucked him all the way into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his shaft. I worked my head up, with just the very tip lingering against my lips, then quickly thrust my head back down again. I repeated this motion, taking him so deep that his pubic hair tickled my nose. "Yes, baby. So fucking good," he moaned. Again his praise made me glow. I sucked harder and strived to please him even more. As I was concentrating on my task, I had lost sight of the fact that my pussy was looming directly over his face. This fact was brought to my attention when I felt the warmth of his breath against my delicate tissues. With thumbs, he opened my lips and began lapping at my pussy. Circling my clit, he swirled his tongue up and down, round and round. Losing all sense of time and place, I distantly realized that his cock had fallen from my slack mouth. My only thought was the feeling of his tongue on my clit. Abruptly, without warning, I felt the soft bite of his teeth on my clit, and jumped up and away from his mouth, as far as my restraints allowed. "Oouuuuuuuuuch!!" I shouted. "SMACK!" He smacked my ass hard. "That's what happens when you don't concentrate on the task at hand." He smacked my ass once, twice more, until I finally got the hint and began sucking his cock again in earnest. As I worked, I felt his tongue again plundering my pussy. It pulsed rapidly against my clit while his thumbs entered and opened my vagina. Amazingly, I felt the climb to orgasm begin to build in me again. It was unusual for me to cum two times in rapid succession. Nevertheless, John always managed to shock and amaze me. "Let go baby. Let go." he whispered, and I let the inferno consume me. Halfheartedly, I continued working his giant cock in and out of my mouth. The aftershocks faded and I came down. After the two orgasms, I felt boneless, completely relaxed. I devoted my attention to my cock sucking duties with vigor though. I felt his fingers begin to gently prod my asshole. Instinctively, I clenched my muscles. Still he continued to just touch that puckered hole, making me familiar with the feel of his flesh against that most forbidden area. His fingers passed gently over and over again, and soon my muscles were straining and it became easier to just relax them. This was apparently the opening he was waiting for, no pun intended. I heard a loud squirting noise, and then felt a heavily lubricated finger return to my asshole. With the slightest pressure, he began gently poking at that hole. I concentrated on not clenching my muscles again. His cock had fallen from my mouth once more, but he did not punish me this time. "Do you know how erotic this is, Beth? Looking at your ass this way, knowing that I will be the one to invade in just a few minutes? Do you know how much I want to fuck you here? To hear you scream out? To see you in your purest form, not able to hide from me or hold back a single thing?" "Oooooooo," I moaned as I felt his finger gain entry. It felt like four fingers even though, realistically, I knew it could only be just one. There was no pain, just a strange feeling of discomfort. My unused rear end had never faced a visitor this way, and I did not know how to process the intrusion. My only experience with this area was not pleasure related and never spoken of! "Relax, baby. Just relax. Let it take you. Forget about taboos and rumors and misguided advice. Just FEEL." His finger was now thrusting deep in my ass, all the way. Of their own accord, my hips began moving to meet his thrusts. "Are you ready for another finger now?" he asked me. "Mmmmmm." "Answer me." he commanded in his dominant voice. Joy and Humiliation I breathed deeply, in and out. "Yes." I'd agree to anything in order for him to continue doing what he was doing. "Say it. Tell me what you want." I gasped. "Please. Please give me another finger." "Tell me where." "In my ass. Please put another finger in my ass!" I shouted. I heard the lube again, and I felt a second slick finger fighting for entry. I tried to connect with all the muscles back there, willing them to relax and take it. As the second finger burst through the ring of muscle, I felt the pinch of pain. Surprisingly though, the pain was welcome. He did not take the time to work this second finger in slowly, rather just plunged the digits deeply into my ass together. "Ohhhhh God, Oh God!!" My head bucked up and back, lolling about on my shoulders. Retracting his fingers, he removed them completely, resting them against my asshole just briefly. I felt my ass begin to close just slightly, and then again he broke through that ring and entered my ass at a steady clip, showing me no mercy. I screamed. "That's it baby. You can scream all you want to. If anyone hears you, they'll just know you're getting the ass fucking you deserve. Right? Right. That's it, let me hear you." He worked those fingers faster and deeper, and again it was pure pleasure as the lube eased the way. I thrust my hips back at him repeatedly. Then he removed his fingers from my ass and moved from beneath me. I turned my head to see him kneeling on the bed behind my bent knees, lubing his fingers once more. I watched in fascination as he slathered the lube up and down his first three fingers. Taking in their girth, I was filled with fear. How would they fit? He held my gaze as he moved his lubed hand to my bottom. I was jolted by the coolness once more and my ass had closed again. His gaze determined, I felt him press hard against my ass, attempting to gain entry. I cried out and squeezed my eyes shut. God, how would I ever be able to do this? And there I was. Three fingers. Thrusting in and out of my tiny hole. My nerves shattered, my nipples hard and aching. I moaned long and hard. Ohhhh. I wanted this so bad. So bad. Didn't I? All those things I had heard about the horrors of anal sex, they couldn't possibly be true. Could they? "Don't think!" he admonished me. "Leave the thinking to me and let go. That's all you need to do, let go." His three fingers were moving in and out easily now, and I was on fire. I had cum twice already, yet I felt like I hadn't climaxed in years. I wanted him, wanted this so badly. He removed his fingers and slathered more lube on his hands. Rubbing his palms together, he spread the lube up and down his thick cock. This was it. The moment of truth. He moved into position behind me, lightly grasping my hips and angling them up toward him. My neck began to ache with the effort it took to continue watching him, so I faced the headboard once more and waited. The head of his cock brushed my hole, and I could feel how saturated it was. I took a sharp breath and exhaled shakily. To my own ears, my breathing sounded like that of someone who was very frightened. "SMACK!" The blow to my ass snapped me out of my thoughts. "Let me hear those deep breaths again." I began breathing in and out, trying to take measured breaths. "Now," he whispered, and with sticky fingers he grasped my hips a bit more firmly. The pressure on my ass multiplied as the wide mushroom head of his cock rubbed hard against me, attempting to break through my sphincter muscle. I felt like there was no way it would work. How did porn stars make this look so simple? It was impossible! "Breathe!" I focused again on fighting down my panic and taking those deep calming breaths. In and out, in and out. Breathe and release. To my shock and amazement, I took a deep breath, and as I inhaled I felt his cock break through that tight ring of muscle and begin sinking slowly and deeply into my ass. Oh good Lord, it was incredible. I moaned, and I knew it was probably similar to the sound a wounded animal might make. "Yeah, baby. Yeah." he murmured as his cock made that long, slow descent into my bowels. I couldn't control myself, my hoarse moans seemed to go on forever. His quest to be buried in my ass seemed never ending. It felt as though he continued sinking inside me much longer than could have been reasonably possible. Finally, he was fully seated, and I could feel his stomach pressing tight against my ass. He bent over me, covering my body. Grasping my hair tight in his hand, he pulled my head to the side and whispered in my ear. "Tell me, Beth. Tell me now. Who do you belong to?" I squeezed my eyes shut, just completely overwhelmed. "You!" I cried, and I truly couldn't help the tears that squeezed out between my lashes. Abruptly he pulled back and thrust back inside me, all the way. God I was on fire. "Who owns you now, Beth?" he grunted. His breathing sounded almost as harsh as my own. "You John. You do!" Another thrust, and it felt so incredibly hot and tight. "You are mine. Mine and mine only. Do you hear me? Do you understand what I'm saying to you now?" "Yes, sir!" I cried, and I felt my hips involuntarily move to meet his thrusts. "Say it then." He pulled back, all the way, and I felt the head of his cock pop free of my ass, just resting there. "Yours. I'm yours!" I whispered, and suddenly he thrust back inside me, hard. "Yes!" he shouted, thrusting again, harder this time. "Yes!" He began fucking my ass in earnest. Grabbing hold of my shoulders, he pounded away at that little hole like there was no tomorrow. Like there was only here and now. Like this was all we would ever have. I could not stop myself from screaming out in pure ecstasy. The sounds escaping my lips were the likes of which I had never uttered before. Primal and guttural, I felt as though all my barriers were stripped. All of the walls I had erected around myself for protection over the years, they were torn down, and I was just a creature of sheer pleasure. I felt as though I was one with another human being for the first time. I also knew that he was right there with me, understanding me and everything that I was. Answering all of those needs I had inside me, the ones I had never been able to verbalize. His cock reamed my ass for what seemed like an eternity, and I held onto the headboard for dear life. He took his time, alternately fucking me hard, then slow, then stopping altogether with his cock buried deep in my ass. I felt him bend over me once more, and in his hand I saw the key to the handcuffs. He released me, and I immediately reached behind me to grasp his head and pull him to me. Our lips locked, our tongues intertwined and I tried to tell him without words exactly what he was doing to me. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and bit down hard. I tasted the tang of blood in my mouth. He pulled back and granted me an evil grin. "MMmmmmmm baby. Looks like I turned you into a fucking animal," he grinned at me, and I smiled back at him, licking my lips. I was having the time of my life. "Lay your head down on the pillow." I rested my head, and realized this made for a better angle of penetration. He increased the pace by slow increments, and before long he was fucking me hard once more, grasping my hips hard in his hands. "Touch your pussy for me baby." I smiled into the pillow. That particular request would be a pleasure to carry out. I maneuvered my right hand under my body and quickly found my distended throbbing clit. I moved my hand down a bit more, past my dripping pussy, to the spot of our union. I felt my asshole stretched tight around his flesh. His cock was wet and tunneling in and out of my ass. I loved the feel of it. Touching both of us there jacked my arousal up to a whole new level. Briefly I wondered what it might look like, and thought about maybe one day employing a video camera to film the event. "You're such a bad girl," he whispered. "Now, play with that pussy. I want to feel you come on my cock. Hurry, because I won't be able to hold out much longer." He didn't miss a beat. Slowly at first, I began rubbing my clit. Immediately I felt my ass and pussy tighten with the stimulation. I rubbed, patted, then began slapping my pussy, and soon I felt the tremors of the impending impact. "Ooooo John. Oh God, I'm gonna cum." "Do it, baby. Let me feel it. Come" And the orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami. It wasn't the slow build up I usually experienced, it was fast and furious. I could feel the muscles in my ass and pussy tighten and release reflexively on his cock as he pounded away. Distantly I hoped he could feel the strength of my contractions, that he could know the extent of the pleasure he had given me. "I'm right here with you sweetheart. I'm going to cum right in your ass baby. Right in your ass. Right in your ass..." He breathed out a long, low moan as his thrusts slowed. I could feel his hand brushing my ass, and knew he was holding his cock to give it a few extra pumps. He groaned hard, and I felt his hot cum fill my ass. Incredible. He slowed and then stopped completely, his breathing harsh and ragged. Abruptly, taking me by surprise, he turned me over onto my back, grasping me behind the knees. "Hold your knees back." I did as he asked, realizing that my ass was completely on display for him now. As I did so, he pushed my knees back even farther, closer to my chest. "Oh yes," he smiled, looking down at his handiwork. "Do you know how beautiful you are to me right now? Your ass is dilated from my cock. You're open to me completely. My cum is dribbling out of you, fucking perfect. You're perfect, do you know that?" I had no answer for that, and before I could even think about it, he quickly moved to the side of the bed, picking up his discarded pants. From one of his pockets he removed his cell phone. Shocked, I realized he was about to take a picture of my cream filled asshole!! "What?! What are you doing?!" I shouted. "Shhhh. Just you and me babe. I want to remember this moment, I want to have something to look at when we're not together. I'll never forget how amazing you were tonight, so incredibly tight and hot and wet for me. I want this reminder that you're mine. All mine and only mine. Do you know what it does to me to see my cum dripping from your ass?" As he spoke, he had been snapping off shots of my ass and pussy from different angles. I could feel his cum dripping down my ass cheeks to pool on the bed. Finally, he stopped and placed his camera on the nightstand. I released my knees and stretched, feeling the strain of all we had done that evening. Dropping exhaustedly next to me on the bed, he enclosed me in a warm embrace. Kissing my sweaty forehead, he whispered, "Madness. You know this is madness, don't you?" We both chuckled. And I thought, if this is madness, I would take it over sanity any day.