Longtime reader, first-time poster. I thought it would be an interesting change of pace to write about really *bad* sex. So here it is: the story of a grotesque little disaster, a recent encounter so obviously ill-considered that it could have ended no other way. It’s what happens when hunger and loneliness dull your senses and dissolve your standards.
It takes place in Israel. I’m 42, dark hair, reasonably fit thanks to yoga. She’s – well, you’ll see.
To start, it hasn’t been a great year. A succession of romantic letdowns, each “unhappy in its own way”, has left me in low spirits, my healthy libido hostage to confusion and over-thinking. I was ripe for rookie mistakes.
I made this one just after a friend’s music show, to which I’d gone mainly to show support. Sitting outside afterwards, I was joined by this petite, almost minuscule, woman I’d seen inside. She started talking to me, immediately volunteering personal information. She had short red hair and wonky eyes, and something seemed *off* about her. Being tiny, she had tiny breasts, tiny hands, a tiny mouth. Her XS pants had to be cinched around her waist. I admit that part of why I ended up with her was to see whether *all* of her was tiny.