She hadn’t expected to feel this way.
The intimacy had started like any other encounter—slow, careful, measured. She believed she could maintain control, that her mind and body were aligned, and that she could enjoy the experience without losing herself. But she was wrong.
By the time it was over, every ounce of energy had been drained from her. Not pain, not exhaustion from physical effort, but a profound, almost dizzying depletion of strength that left her trembling. Her legs felt unsteady, her hands weak, and her breath came in shallow, irregular waves. She was overwhelmed by a strange mix of satisfaction and vulnerability, the kind of feeling that leaves a mark on both body and mind.
Lying quietly afterward, she felt her heart slow, yet her thoughts raced. She couldn’t stop replaying the sensation—the subtle guidance, the way he knew exactly how to bring her to this state without a word. Her body had responded instinctively, obeying impulses she didn’t fully understand. And in that surrender, she discovered a thrill she hadn’t anticipated: the pleasure of being completely undone.
Even hours later, her body still reacted. A slight touch, a brush of air, a memory of his presence would make her pulse quicken and her skin tingle. She realized that the depletion wasn’t weakness—it was evidence of her complete engagement, a deep, private acknowledgment of how thoroughly he had affected her.
As the night faded into day, she found herself thinking about it repeatedly, both marveling and worrying. Could she endure it again? Would she want to? Part of her feared the intensity, but another part craved it, a quiet, insistent need that made her pulse quicken even as she tried to return to normal life.
The truth was simple: she had been completely drained, yes—but in that exhaustion was a profound awakening. She was more aware of herself, more attuned to sensation, and more alive than she had expected. And somewhere deep inside, she longed to feel that way again.
