It was the second time we had got intimate that night, and as his hands went south to what were now sodden knickers he came across a smidgen of toilet paper, I hadn't been to the toilet since we had sex the first time so it was there after I wiped my lady garden dry after orgasm, I mean it can get quite to very wet down there.
His reaction was damning.
What is that? Is it? Is it toilet paper? He was so disgusted that a small piece of paper had been caught in my engorged labia, that he wanted to 'just cuddle' for a bit.
Experiences like this have made me ever so self-conscious at times, especially when with a new lover.