The Woman in His Story

Vanessa lay there wondering why she wasn’t enjoying herself. As he thrust into her and grunted, she tried to block out her thoughts and find pleasure in the situation. This was what she had wanted, right? She wanted to have s*x. He seemed like a nice guy. A regular guy, nothing remarkable about him: she had been attracted to his maturity, and she could have an adult conversation with him - but the moment she kissed him, she had felt nothing.  Is there something wrong with me? she thought.  Vanessa winced as she felt him move inside her. She thought it would feel better now. She was surprised that his small member hurt when he entered her, but put it down to not having s*x for so long. Her inner dialogue was cut short when she heard his voice. “You’re pushing me out,” he said, frustrated. “Huh?” she asked, looking down to where their bodies were joined. “I’m - I don’t-I’m not,” “Are you even close? I’m going to come,” he said with a huff. She ran her hands down his chest to his abdomen. “It’s okay,” He looked at her in confusion before placing her legs on his shoulders and starting to thrust even harder. Vanessa angled her neck so her head would stop hitting the headboard. Just when she started to feel some sort of pleasure, it was over.  He rolled over to the side and said nothing. She knew he was not satisfied, but neither was she. He got out of bed to clean up, and she just lay there. That was her first time having s*x in five years. The first time a man had seen her naked in five years, she felt nothing but remorse. Was it ever going to get better?  Little did Vanessa know that her life would change when she met a handsome stranger. But would she be ready to leave herself vulnerable again? Or has her past left her jaded?