Tales of Romance in "why is it called ping pong"

Slow-burn perfection defines “why is it called ping pong”: a pale, voluptuous woman blindfolded on satin sheets. Every touch in “why is it called ping pong” is heightened by the lack of sight—nipples pebbling under ice cubes, then warmed by her own mouth. When she finally allows her hand between trembling thighs in “why is it called ping pong”, the anticipation explodes. The blindfold comes off just as she comes in “why is it called ping pong”, eyes wide with the intensity of it all.