Aug 13, 2019
5 min read
Working Through My Trauma, One Fetish at a Time
What would sexuality even feel like without all this pain?
We’d just broken up. Sure, he could do whatever he wanted — we weren’t together anymore — but damn if it didn’t hurt that the first thing he wanted (and the first thing he did) was to fuck his coworker, the same coworker I’d worked hard not to be too jealous over. Wasn’t she supposed to…
