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experience. I made many really good friends that I was close with since we had been

n as we were open to trying things. In a way it was strange as no one was "dating" anyone. We were just friends. When we hung out with

onest about that part of me. For some reason my wife treated it as a competition or something. Like she

t care. But both proclaimed they could match me in that area. That whatever I wanted

h my ex-wife. I still remember the evening that we were laying in bed and fooling around. She then declared she wa

n really started, except for trying to get into position. What caused her to cry is that I grabbed a handful of he

too for not checking first. She said she wanted to try again and this time wouldn't cry.

up excuses why she wanted to stop. Such as she couldn't see my face, so she couldn't tell if I was enjoying myself. I tried to get her to talk to me, to b

f. Then one night when she was spending the night at my place, I revealed I purchased a fancy vibrator for her. I had used it on her m

re, even if I was just trying to make her feel good. I said I understood, after that anytime I used her toys on her, s

around them, hearing the soft breathing and their warmth. Making it feel that you aren't alone in this cold,

there is someone for everyone, but I no longer believe that. I believe some people are meant to be al

ever seen before. My body started to chomp down on my blood. There was no reason for it either. My body just viewed my blood as being bad and did everything it co

. I'm immunocompromised now, meaning I can't go out in large crowds, such as a concert or to a packed movie theater

ally as my partner would need to work my disability into their life. So if they have a cough or something, it means I would

e damaged. This messes with being able to sleep at times, not to mention the ability to feel certain things, like when I touch s

egin with," the crying man says, bringing my attention back to him. When he says this, a