Oct 4, 2018

6 min read

Burning Bush

Like many Christian orgasms, mine was hesitant and dredged in uncertainty.

Well, dredged wasn’t the best term for this. I didn’t batter up my shame and fry it piping hot. The air did feel heavy, though, as I stared at his clock and tried to count milliseconds.

How many times had ‘A’ came? I think we were both pretty into it, but it was honestly too dark and we were both too tipsy and god, nobody could have prepared me for just how much it would hurt. I went to the bathroom twice that night to make sure all the pieces were still there.