Diary Of A Depressed Virgin

ening, the kind that forces you to confront every thought you've been avoiding. I was s

I thought. We never bother opening the door. And in my ca

ed ahead like an endless corridor, and I walked into the build

ught in the kind of intimate moment that could make you forget the world outside. I remember unzipping her sho

d, her tone a mixture o

ching my breath. Also pretending t

es at me. "I thou

, and we sat up, trying to shake off the awkwardness. A moment later, the

hing?" I asked b

er laughter only grew. That was Je

lay on the couch, she told me about someone she'd run into-a high school acquaintance who remem

volleyball girl?"

she hissed, trying

her head resting on my lap, my f

She had strong values. She set boundaries. In her absence, I don't feel insecure. I'm always looking forward to seeing her and her an

d her perfect man in me, and I..

d my arms around her waist. The feeling of her beautiful soft skin was so soothing. Her smell always turned me on. It wasn't even weird anymore

with me," I said, hal

e treats every day?"

I adm

ss fading into something more seriou

her, stroking her chin.

t for her though. Just me. She made sure I was satisfied. I didn't ca

ers of the guests as we kissed. She was so happy. I was so happy. Putting that ring on

sn't as easy

rst time. Jessica was embarrassed, I was confused, and we both ended up laughing at the absurdity of it all. This wasn't hand stuff anymore. This was it. The w

ny lube?" I as

ch confusion that we burst into laughter together. The realization

the one you love was magical. For the first time, I could feel how wet she was.

Sarah, where the conversations ranged from jokes about sex to deeper qu

I are alone

me, lowering his voice, "I h

aughed. "Sh

or kids, right?" he pres

at her across the room. I belie

ing a child into the world was quickly overshadowed by the struggles that

s eyes. In the delivery room, she was so tired-not just physically, but in a way that I couldn't quit

e distance between us. One night, I found her sitting in the corner of our be

whispered, her voice b

cked her to sleep, feeling the weigh

a continuous loop of sleepless nights and strained silences. Jess's once-bright

nced at Jess. She was sitting by the window, staring blankly outside. Her hands r

I called

dn't r

gently touched h

ing from a trance, and

sked, though I alre

lacked conviction. She glanced at ou

... t

holding her hand as we watched the evening fade into night. While holding her hand, I felt something on her skin. He

had cu