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Author: Ryan Schiff
Fiction Rated: M - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Reviews: 4 - Published: 03-11-08 - Updated: 03-11-08 - id:2487499

LOST THINGS

I.
I hurt my leg and
I was taking Naproxin, a muscle relaxant.
I didn’t count on it relaxing every muscle.

She was naked so I kind of wanted her.
I couldn’t quite keep it up.
She was wet and I was nervous.

I tried and pushed until I got it in.

II.
She got it in, if you want to be technical.
I sort of just sat there with my back against her bed.
I just enjoyed having someone on top of me.

That was my first attempt at sex.

III.
She bled a lot.
She bled all over the blankets and on the floor
until she grabbed a sock to stop the bleeding
and she bled through that too.

There is nothing erotic in blood.


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