A little background before we get to the good stuff, I (22M at the time) grew up in a very religious, very sexually repressed household. That at least partially (the religion, not just the repression) contributed to my lifelong struggle with depression and anxiety. To this day the anxiety can still inhibit my performance in the bedroom, but this is a story about one time a few years back when I let go of my inhibitions with the lovely lady (25F at the time) who helped me work through them.
I know the backstory will be a little long, so for those of you who want to skip to the good stuff, scroll to the second —– break.
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When I met her (we worked together, I’d been there for a while when she was hired,) I wasn’t at my best. I was depressed, miserable at work with management that mistreated me badly, still getting over the messy end of a “thing” with another girl that I wouldn’t say counted as a proper relationship, and struggling with my physical health on top of all that.