Mysteries of Sex
Things were going well, so I risked slipping my hand down my pants. I seemed into it, so I continued on. Then I’m like, Oh baby I want to make you come, and I’m like, Yeah, yeah, don’t stop. But my hand was getting tired. And frankly I didn’t seem to be responding. Maybe I wasn’t into it, after all. These mixed signals were confusing. I tried some fantasies—regressive, mentally-colonized-by-the-patriarchy-and-internalizing-my-own-oppression scenarios. I switched hands. Possibly I was only faking excitement. Was something wrong? What was I thinking? That last moan sounded real, but how can you ever really know.
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Photo Credit: Linda on the Bridge to NewWhere
This story reflects my experience. Even masturbation is complicated, physiologically and psychologically — never mind sex with another person. Sometimes it seems not worth the effort. Of getting into the mood, and then all that other work.
Great concept. Great tiny read!