She ran her fingers over the small of my back and I contorted, twisted up in too much pleasure. Did that hurt, she asked, and, yes, I said, but only because it felt so good. And so from then on she avoided that spot, even when I asked her not to. But still she stayed away, even though, sometimes, the pleasure that comes from pain and the pain that comes from pleasure can be the best of what they are.
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