The Matter of the Orgasm: Short Story --- Michael Bryson | Numéro Cinq
He didn't propose, and she got mad at him, and on New Year's Eve she didn't want to touch him. "I want to be alone," she said, so he went back to his place. Two days later she called him. "I want to see you." They were all over each other in the hallway. Her roommate was away. They went into the roommate's bedroom, and she came, the best ever. "Why can't we do that every time?" He didn't know. He hadn't done anything different. When he thinks of her now, he remembers her easy smile and her soft tongue, the struggle of her personality to find peace in the world. ---from "The Matter of the Orgasm"
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