And Then It Happened To Me.

We had waited so long until we fell into each other’s arms. When it finally happened, I couldn’t have imagined anything more sensual. So this, this was what making love really was.

We moved in together. We were young, aroused and adventurous. 

And a few years later, I was trying to get to bed as early as I could so that he wouldn’t have a chance to try to, you know. 

Have sex with me. 

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I don’t know! I got bored of it.

« My love, he would tell me. I have needs. I really do. And I love you. I need you, I need sex. And I respect you. But really, this is getting difficult for me. My heart is in pain. Just a little bit? Please. My love. »

Aaah, all right, I’d say. I love you too! We’ll do it more.

But we didn’t stay together. I got tired of him and his demands, and I left. I met new people. Fell in love. And this kept happening. As soon as the relationship would settle, I would lose interest. I would say things to myself, things like « I don’t know why everyone keeps talking about sex. I’ve been…