Ye-jun
I spent the whole afternoon locked in my room. My body still hurt in places that felt both bad and good at the same time. Every muscle remembered last night his hands, his weight, the way he moved inside me until I couldn't think anymore. The cucumber and eggplant were shoved back in the drawer, hidden like dirty secrets. My phone screen had a new crack from how tight I gripped it. I kept replaying the same clips over and over. Gay porn, Thai shows, American shower scenes anything with guys who looked like they knew what they were doing. I watched and talked to myself out loud.
"Slow down there, don't rush it. Make him feel every inch."
"Hip roll like that yeah, eyes on him the whole time."
"Grip the headboard hard. Don't let go."
