She’d been traumatised in the past. I’d known that pretty quickly because we often drank wine and talked. Most of the time I didn’t see that side, she was feminine and confident. Definitely decided who she liked and went after them. And we had passionate experiences together ourselves. But on occasion she withdrew, I couldn’t understand what was happening, I had no idea. And then one time when I pursued her into that space she turned on me; engaged, but aggressively. We ended up on the floor, her on top grinding. She stripped me naked, turned me over, and with her wet pussy began to grind and thrust at my arse. All I could do was let her. She grabbed me and with force used me to rub herself with. After a while she moved to my lower back, using the base of my spine to rub her clitoris. I arched my back and pushed down with my knees in an attempt to stop myself getting carpet burn on my dick. She became more and more vocal in the act, and I could feel her getting wetter. Eventually she cried out and relaxed a little, and as she did so I noticed her breasts brushing against my back; that brought me off onto the carpet. Then we climbed onto a bed, and she wrapped her legs around me and continued to slowly move herself against my thigh. ‘Where did that come from?’ I asked. She didn’t answer, just stared at me with her dark eyes.