It Wasn't Just About The Sex...

I was always ashamed of this part. I thought it would just stay buried forever. But lately, I've been struggling with these memories again and can't keep them in anymore. In my open relationship, one night I met someone at a party, an older man, like mid-fifties, really confident. He knew about the arrangement right off the bat, no questions asked. That part felt easy. But then we went to his place... It was dark when we got there and I couldn't stop staring at him in the shadows. His touch felt different from anyone else's, rougher, more impatient, but also like he wanted me badly. We started kissing and it quickly turned into us pulling clothes off each other. He took control, pushing me down onto his bed. It was intense, fingers inside me right away, and I couldn't stop myself from moaning as loud as possible. Then came the part that haunts me: him fucking me hard against the headboard, my body slamming back into it with every thrust. The way he held me felt so forceful, but also in this weird place of tenderness. Afterwards, we just laid there for a long time...