By the way, I've not gone into great detail about my last sexual experience lately because, well, I'm embarrassed about it.
I mean, the guy's a great friend, and nothing painful or emotionally scarring happened.
But I feel as though I was upstaged by a gigantic, Latino-tinted dildo at a point during the sex when it already felt sorta embarrassing, weird and awkward.
I've felt withdrawn ever since the whole thing happened.
I mean, at no point in my childhood, adolescence or early adulthood did I ever imagine that my sex and romantic life would become something done without emotion or deep connection - and done with giant rubber toys.
The way I now behave is completely separate from how I feel I should behave.
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