Julia

If men were supposed to reach their sexual peak at eighteen, I couldn’t imagine what Van had been like then. After a marathon session of incredible line-blurring sex, including but not limited to the rug, the sofa—over the arm of the sofa to be more precise, against the large windows, and with me balanced on the dining room table, we claimed satiation and exhaustion. As I stood on wobbly knees with evidence of our evening activities on my ...