Her wet hair clung to her body, and her wet body pulled the sheets along with it as the two of them collapsed on the mattress, soaking it through. And then a pause. A pause? Yes, a pause. Pause as in: what now? It was like watching something on Netflix, and just when you're getting into it, that dreaded word: buffering. A bad case of life imitating... art? This is her sex life, one tired (and tragic) cliche. It happens to the best of us. Read more >










