At first,after I became single, being free to fill sex with any man I wanted was thrilling and fun. And then it wasn’tI woke up in a strange bed, and bare,between two bare men. My brain felt like it had been soaked in beer and Jägermeister, the furniture seemed to dance in front of me, and for some reason my nose felt very present on my face. I had taken cocaine! I remembered the rolled up £20 note and a bloke slurring feel any different yet?”. The taste in my mouth was hideous,as though tobacco had been glued to my tongue.
I peeled myself off the mattress and peered at the faces of the men I’d had sex with the night before. To my left, an acquaintance – an unclean, or predatory type of guy – whom I had never had a liking for. To my right,my friend’s boyfriend.
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Source: theguardian.com