Bath Time With My Aunt
Sex is a strange thing surreal almost at times.
First sex is seldom a cataclysmic opening, rather a buildup of various tendrils which will one day flower into full blush.
As a teenager I had scarlet fever. Well perhaps more a virgin than a teenager 18 or thereabouts. I had to stay home from school, missing important exams in the process. I stayed at my aunt’s, my great-aunt really; she was deemed to be the only person able to care for me as the scarlet fever ran its course.
It was awful