“When he went inside me, I couldn’t believe how much it hurt….I was so wet, he slipped right in, but still, my brain fogged over—it hurt so much. He put it in as far as he could, I thought, but then he lifted my legs and went in even farther. That sent chills all through my body, like I was soaking in ice water. My arms and legs went numb, and a wave of cold went through me. I didn’t know what was happening. I thought I might die right then and there, and I didn’t care one way or the other. But he realized I was in pain, so he stopped moving, and still deep inside me, he started kissing me all over— my hair, my neck, my breasts— for a long, long time. Little by little, the warmth returned to my body, and then, very slowly, he started to move….It was so wonderful. Now it felt as if my brain was just going to melt away. I wanted to stay like that forever, to stay in his arms for the rest of my life. That’s how great it was.” -Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
