The first time we had sex it was sweaty, and sensual, and hot. But we werenвЂ™t alone. Despite all my one-woman pride parade confidence, the male gaze had slipped back into the bedroom, as if for a horrible threesome IвЂ™d never asked for.
The way another womanвЂ™s body mirrored my own had brought me a sense of comfort before, but here I was with a woman more conventionally attractive than me. By which, of course, I mean she was much thinner. Read more