"How did you do that?"
I wasn't sure what to say. I wasn't even aware that I was doing anything particularly special, which - given that sex itself is special - seems to be something of a contradiction. Great start to the post then, ILB. Well done. In any case, I knew that I was doing something different.
"I... don't know. I just..."
What I did is hard to describe. I just had slow sex. I mean, it was sex, but the strokes were long, deep and slow. I wasn't going particularly quickly, nor was I pulling out and slamming back in. I was just having sex á la most soft porn you'll see these days. That wasn't a conscious decision, either; it was just the right thing to do at the time - at least it seemed so.
"It was very..."
"Very intense, wasn't it?"
Yes. Intense. That is what it was. One of those times where the female orgasm starts and doesn't really stop. A long, rolling orgasm characterised by clutching of nails at skin and short, jerky movements on her part. Her part only, that is. I was being remarkably smooth, and consistent.
Whatever I did there, I hope I can manage it again, in any case.