Navigating closeness and post-coital dysphoria
I've been weeping during the tub over the past half-hour. The tub is bone-dry, however the sink is working in hope to prevent my personal sobs from passing through the paper-thin walls and in to the bedroom next door. I'm entirely naked, covered in a stranger's semen. A knock on door forces me to lift my head, which was tucked in the thief of my shoulder. It's him. He requires if everything is okay and just why i am using so long, and I tell him the same I've advised all men i have slept with: "i am okay." My personal cheeks tend to be damp with tears whenever I emerge from bathroom and fulfill him into the hall. He starts apologising,…
