When He Wouldn't Have Penetrative Sex With Me

Jess, 2010s

The weekend after I moved into my apartment from our shared house, a snowstorm hit. I still had a few boxes we'd planned on exchanging over steak and wine, and the snow wasn't going to get in my way. I hadn't seen him in five days and felt anxious; the kind of nervousness reserved for a first, or even more so, a second date. I got to the house knowing we'd have sex and had prepared for it by wearing a deep red teddy he had never seen before.

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