Terrified of sober sex
Apr 07, 2020
4 minutes
WORDS: HATTIE SLOGGETT ©DAILY MAIL.
Our day had been perfect – a long lunch that led to drinks, constant laughter, flirty arm touches and even a kiss. Then we were at my house, having a final nightcap (wine for him, tea for me) – the crescendo in what had been the definition of a slow-burning romance.
‘I couldn’t follow him to the bedroom’
This was Tim*: tall, blond, with a mischievous smile; the man I had been in love with since meeting at school more than 15 years earlier. He’d been a constant friend. In my eyes, he was The One. So you might imagine what happened next was happily predictable. Not quite. Tim went up to the bedroom, but
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