“I love seducing you,” he said. It caught me off guard. Is that what he’d done? His arms were around me, we were naked in his bed, and none of my questions had been answered. Yeah. That’s what he’d done.
How does it happen like this? Where does my resolve go? I used my words. I stood up for myself. I asked for what I needed. I bit my tongue when he asked me to. I left it in his hands. I was foolish. I was swept away.
What is the value of good sex? What is it worth to you? I don’t mean satisfactory sex, I don’t just mean getting off. I mean soul-shaking, mind-bending, life-altering sex that vibrates every cell in your body and reminds you why the sun rises. Sex that breathes life into you, orgasms that make you realize you’ve been sleepwalking for weeks, pleasure that recalibrates your belief in the divinity. What is that worth? Your stability? Your sanity? Your dignity?
He kisses each of my fingertips, strokes my cheek gently, pulls the blanket up around my ears. I try to quiet the noise inside of me, I try to be simple and needless. I try to forget.