She grabs my wrist and I let go of the sheet as she laces her fingers in between mine. “I’m in, that was the worst part.” She holds it there wh...le she leans over and plants her lips against mine. She bites my lower lip, then she slowly starts to push her hips forward. Her dick inches its way inside me. I let out a gasp as our mouths continue to connect. She breaks away from our kiss. “It doesn’t hurt too bad, does it?” “No…” I whimper. It hurts, but I can take it. “Keep going.” She gently. He told me that.“Dear Laxmi, sex is a different emotion from love. See, I love you, no doubt, but sex is a totally different sensation. Its motive is pure pleasure. Everyone has their kinkiest fantasy buried in their minds which never comes out, unfortunately, especially in India.”I listened to him like a school child. So the next day, he persuaded me to remove that shawl around me and not worry about whatever happened. He won’t feel bad or anything. So there were more eyes on me that day than. I turn and walk away from him, giving extra sway to my hips specifically to tease him. When I hear him start to move, I walk faster, then faster. He stays right on me, then, before I can make it into the bedroom, he shoves me to the wall beside the door. He’s strong, and even though I work out, he has a weight advantage because I’m so small. His erect cock presses to my backside as his hand reaches to curl around my neck. His right hand drops down between my legs, brushing my clit and delving. We had been kissing by then and, when we slept together, it was always hugging each other. We had talked about our roles in sex. Ron knew everything about the way I felt being the ‘girl’ in the relationship. We didn’t understand what all was going on yet but enough to know that – in my ‘place’ – I was also being submissive to him. I had already made him pretty mad twice. Spanking wasn’t taboo back then, it was used and openly talked about. Ron had bared my little backside twice, put me over his.