Sex or the Permanent Detestation of It

I don't think I could ever be with a man again. Sex isn't just lying there and spreading your legs and moaning on cue. What I liked about sex with Bakura above all else was the feeling of closeness. I mean sure, there were the days (and it was most days) when I was up for doing it in his car parked by the side of the road in Maitama or in the bathroom at the British Council, or in his pool in the middle of the night, but there were also the days when I needed the intimacy of being that close to him and feeling his weight on top of me and kissing his forehead and his neck and everywhere I could reach.

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