I never knew s*x could feel so transformative. That something so dirty could also be so pure. It’s like we invented our own religion, a new way of worship involving not only heart and soul, but skin and breath, moans and sweat, frantic bodies and tangled sheets and complete surrender to something bigger than us both that’s driven us from the moment we met.
It isn’t love. I know that.
But it is divine.
No sermon ever preached could move my spirit more.
In the morning, I wake in his arms, feeling like I’m right where I’m supposed to be. Smiling and snuggling closer to his warmth, I whisper, “Hi there.”
“Hi yourself.”
“How did you sleep?”
“Like the dead. You milked every last drop of c*m out of my d**k. I’m completely dehydrated.”
I press my face against his chest and laugh, ridiculou
