Sex Tips for People That Hate Themselves

He was one of my favourites when I was in my early twenties because, whilst most guys were instructing me gruffly to shut up and turn over, he was guarded about his body but not about his mind. The first time I tried to kiss him I lost my nerve and ended up biting his hand instead. “I know what you mean,” he said and bit my hand back too. He didn’t smoke and his hand tasted of soap and apples. It could have been a child’s hand, but I was glad that it wasn’t. He opened his mouth even wider and slid it around my clenched fist like a primeval reptile.

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