20 days later, I sleep with him.
Initial thoughts? None because it put me to sleep - in a good way.
Secondary thoughts? Ow.
I was actually one of those people who thought the bigger, the better, so bring it. Little did I know the trouble that it would get me into. Enrique came over and after a a formality of watching a movie (Up in the Air, which I recommend), I was a only slightly taken aback when I saw him, and furthermore thought it would work out. And after a much needed, great nights sleep, I woke up sore with a dull achy pain.
The term bittersweet was never used better.
I don't want to get any more explicit, because I'd rather keep this blog about my sexual exploits as appropriate as possible (does that even make sense?), but I open this up to the blogsphere and ask, has it ever been so big, it hurt? And if so, did you try it again?
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