In her daze, Blanche even believed an absurd truth: no woman could truly resist his affection.
Especially for a girl losing her virginity, it was often a hazy, confusing memory. Most of the time, it was painful, with no pleasure, only the clumsiness of a horny boy.
So-called first nights were, ninety-nine percent of the time, not blissful. More than half were just memories of pain and discomfort.
As a mother, she thought vaguely that if her first time had been with him, it would have been a truly happy experience for her daughter.
How tender, how wonderful it was. As a mother, she was the best judge of that.
She'd initially seduced this man for money, but not only did he care deeply, even the sex itself had completely reshaped Blanche's worldview.
Not just the amazing sensations, but the little details, the aftercare following orgasm—everything was absolutely perfect.
