Roman

Guiding Lucille to the edge of the desk, I reluctantly broke our union. In my thirty-eight years, I admit that I failed to recognize the grandeur in sex—making love. That wasn’t to say I hadn’t enjoyed the act however it was labeled.

Sex.

Fucking.

Lovemaking.

Within that paradigm, the benefits were numerous. The rush of endorphins and oxytocin activated pleasure centers in the brain, creating an incomparable ...