I thought I'd love the idea of being touched by a man. I thought I would love the feeling of being caress, of strong hands slowly running on your back like a trickling sweat, of fingers stroking your hair like a giant comb, of warm breath that brushes your faces, or the jolt when the other lips touch yours.
No. It would be fun when I was in my 20s. When I knew I would look alluring in a pink lingerie. But all of that never happened when I was in my 20s and I never had it now even just to make a wild comparison.
I could only imagine how my life would be back then. And I just can imagine how my life will be if I venture into this for the first time, at the age me supposedly having a teenage son and daughter.
Am I have been silent for too long?