by rondajambe
You write well, but there is an element of self-shaming that courses through the narrative. Nonerotic, unfortunately.
Too bad your narrator can't break out of her internal confines and embrace the moment. That is what sex is all about, isn't it?
Instead, she keeps her lusty impulses at a distance. She doesn't seem the least interested in giving her partners a great sexual experience, and it follows that she doesn't have one in return.
I keep reading your work, hoping that your protagonist will drop her rationalistic facade and have a hugely satisfying, indulgent sloppy fuck that will send her into a dizzying and pleasurable place instead of the sad, philosophical one she chooses to inhabit.
Cheers, love, and wishing you a moaning, squirting, tingle of happy debauchery.