The moment I see him I am reminded of the flinch. I sit on my sofa, and we decide to watch a DVD, except half way through it is obvious that he isn't enjoying it. He thought I wanted to watch it. Are we STILL doing that. Assuming what makes the other happy. When did it become so difficult. We go to sleep without having sex. I attempted to initiate something and got nothing. Just as I was dropping off, I think he must have thought the same.
In the middle of the night, I awoke to find a semi-erect penis in my
back. We had really animalistic sex, hard and heavy. He came, rolled
over. I said to myself "it's okay, I didn't need to climax anyway...",
and then to my surprise, I said it out loud. He didn't respond. I
asked him to be gone by the time I woke up.
Come morning, he was gone.