..on the college's common at midnight...fucked under the shower in the women's locker room in the Athletics Center...on a professor's desk after a Phi...osophy lecture...and of course in our rooms.We were a perfect match -- it was only years later that I realized we were extraordinarily super sexed, that what we were doing wasn't just normal sexual behavior. There was no shyness, no embarrassment as we coupled. Relatively naïve by today's standards (pre Internet) we innocently tried every sexual. She moans louder and feels my penis touching her cervix. I changed my pace, and thrust in short bursts, keeping my knot inside her vagina. Moments later I grabbed her torso harder than ever and she feels his penis pulsating inside her vagina as he started to shoot his load into her. Another orgasm struck her as my fluid splashed up into her womb, and across her vaginal walls. She nearly screams as this orgasm took control of her, and my knot swelled to massive size, keeping me firmly locked. The air smelled sweet with the blooming spring that day, clean and full of the fragrance of young flowers. The temperature also kept me nicely cooled as I settled into my regular, steady pace along the trails. Branches full of bright green leaves stretched over my head, linking tall, old trees on either side of the trail. As I reached a point where a foot bridge crossed over to the other side of the softly babbling stream below me, I noticed for the first time some dark grey clouds rolling in. The love scenes were exciting without being vulgar, erotic tapestries woven with skill and style. Some made my wife blush. And smile. And the unfolding of the interpersonal relationships showed insight into the human condition, revealing more personal details of the main characters than ever before, humanizing them, as it were. If he ever decides to write a romance, Issabella better keep an eye on her rearview mirror, because he'd be coming fast."I couldn't help but grin when I read that. Maybe.