It’s Just That Way
“Maybe it’s muscle memory,” John said settling in. “When you spank me the muscles remember.”
He felt David’s hand caress his back.
“Or maybe it’s proprioception.” John tried to explain. “The whole body is involved. My hands remove my pants, I lie over your lap, I scrunch my face.”
David’s hand caressed with a little more pressure, almost a massage.
“It’s what I want. I need this sometimes.” John said as he lay over David’s lap.
“Hush, now.” David’s voice washed over him. “We don’t have to understand the whys. The answer is: it’s just that it’s just that way.”