You just rolled around in the sheet with him, and barely ten minutes after he left, you want to talk to him?
I simply say, “Shh, just relax and enjoy it. I’m having a great time. Focus on your pleasure.” Once again, we sink into the sensation and rhythm.
Faking it gives very unreal expectations to your partner.
While I now felt open to the world of sex and excited to start exploring, I was left feeling even more self-conscious about my body and my sexual expression.
And finally, you will be free.
I want my current partner a lot, and I want other people sometimes in the abstract, but I’m still asexual.
To say Olivia Gatwood is a powerhouse of a poet still somehow feels like an undersell.
Why am I hanging onto these strange rules of sexuality because of ideologies from a book that I don’t adhere to?
I don’t technically know when I lost my virginity.
He didn’t really have good style.