I felt my hips humping lewdly against her hand but I didn’t care, holding her close, hungrily sucking at her face, trying to absorb every second of ...his. Somewhere I think I never believed anyone would ever kiss me, would ever even look at me like something worth kissing, and something broke inside me.I don’t know how long we stood like that. It felt like a million years. At some point I became aware that I was doing more work than she was, that she was gently pulling backwards out of my grip. I loved Sundays... When I ran my fingers over my hip, I felt a couple of slightly raised and sensitive ridges of skin. Into my mind came the memory of being struck twice in the same place, and Andrew's voice, reminding me not to move. My eyes fluttered closed and I cooed as I brushed my fingertips along the ridge. I'd had lots of these before. I didn't mind. They were only tiny and didn't last long. I actually liked them.Why did I like being 'marked'?The reason I didn't tell my vanilla friends. I looked over at my mum who looked like she was about to cry. “Mum? What is it? What’s wrong?” She just shook her head, not saying anything. I looked back at Nurse Roth. “What is it?”“Nothing,” she said, soothingly. “You finished your race and then became unconscious in the water. Medical staff couldn’t help you regain consciousness by the pool so you were taken to the emergency medical centre first, where it was confirmed there didn’t appear to be anything life threatening before you were. But I didnt, I just felt ecstatic. It felt so good to be fucking again. About one year ago my wife, Wendy, had stopped having sex with me. I had tried to discuss it with her. She couldnt explain it to me but she had definitely lost all interest in sex with me. It had been almost one year since I had fucked her, and I hadnt fucked anyone else, either. The cunt that I was pumping into belonged to Suzie, Wendys baby sister. Suzie came to live with us after a fight with her boyfriend. It was.