She said, "I need to feel pain to become aroused. You can't make me wet unless you hit me."
Nonsense. "No. Follow me, do what I do. I'll show you." You did. You were right. It was explosive. "I didn't know my body would do that," she said, sweet sweat beaded on her lovely flushed skin, panting.
Two weeks later she'd forgotten it all. "I need to feel pain to become aroused," she insisted. "You can't make me wet unless you hit me."
Where's the truth? That she had no idea what she needed? Or that what she needed and what she wanted to need were two different things?