- My breath caught in my throat. I was reeling not because of any embarrassment, hesitation or degradation. Although I was sure that was exactly how I was supposed to feel by having this man touch me, promising to stick his burgeoning cock inside of me.
- I thought that I was destined to always feel disgusted by sex. Consensual or not. Sex was performative for me, always had been. I’d thought to feel different with Brett, ready to have that magical awakening I heard so many girls gushing over but it never came.