Schuyler
Myth busted.
I lie lifeless on my mattress. I love the sensation of sated desire. Not only did I have an orgasm post-hysterectomy, but it was a long, magnificent one.
It feels much better than the releases my vibrators give me.
As I come down from my post-orgasmic high, fear floods me.
Was it as good for Calvin?
Did my body feel different to him?
Could his tip feel that?
Does he know I'm a 23-year-old freak?
Reluctantly, I turn my head in his direction. He confirms my worries when I see the look on his face.
Slowly, his face morphs into a smile. His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip. He rolls onto his side.
“I failed," he murmurs.
My brow furrows.
What does he mean he failed?
Is he blaming himself for my faulty equipment?
“I lost my focus and failed to show my f
