Chapter 9
We have random s*x together, which is always unplanned and fulfilling. s*x against one of the attic’s walls, on the attic’s floor, on the stairs leading to the attic, in the shower on the second floor, tucked away in my study. We have s*x on the kitchen table, inside my Lexus, over the living room sofa, against the bathroom wall. The s*x is limitless, abundant, and at any hour of the day and night. Our bodies combine with such vibrant emotion and physical bliss.
We are not lovers, I determine. Our relationship is based on unfailing s*x between us. Flesh mixed with flesh. c***s touching and spraying our loads together. A connection of torsos that we enjoy to its fullest. The terms “boyfriend” and “lovers” never surface. We are not committed to each other, yet neither of us tends
