Dear God, I love him.  I wasn’t aroused, but I wanted to have sex with him. Arousal, I knew, would find its way in. I honored myself by asking for what I wanted, what I could handle. Â
Dear God, I love him.  I wasn’t aroused, but I wanted to have sex with him. Arousal, I knew, would find its way in. I honored myself by asking for what I wanted, what I could handle. Â