Today I focussed my mind on wanting to have a solo orgasm – I felt good and relaxed about it. I was looking forward to it. I lay down in my bed listening to the rain on the rooflight and watching the fat drops distort clouds through the glass.
You reached down, sleep still soft on our bodies, and found me molten between my legs.
And instead of feeling stressed that I might let myself down by not coming, I was afraid I might I might tremble around your lightest touch before we’d even kissed.