Do I feel guilty after sex?
MONDAY, March 15 – It’s only just after midnight, but let the record show my widower’s virginity has been out asunder. Yep, and it was great. Our emails had crossed, we talked on the phone, and late that evening I dropped by. Eamonn was already asleep and Sander, who was in the shower, had no objections when I said (ahem) that I was going out for a beer.
I was on my way home when she called. ‘If you have any regrets, I’ll understand.’ That was the last thing that occurred to me! No fucking way. It was intimate, tender and satisfying, but also difficult. Physically complicated. To make love is one thing, to come is something else.
‘Do you feel guilty?’ she asked.