See, now I couldn't agree more. The Starbucks I was working at closed, and the local college my boyfriend was at, sent everyone home. He worked for the local fire department (I wasn't an emt yet.), so of course, everyone was put on standby. We layed in his bed, he in his Paramedic uniform, and I in my Starbucks uniform, and we held eachother while we watched the tv and waited for more news. He was so afraid of what might happen to him, (as I was too), but he refused to pretend like he hadn't gotten the standby message. One thing led to another, (as it often does), and before we knew it, we were trying to fuck away our fears and we were fucking to distract ourselves from the crazy world around us, and then we were making love like it was the end of the world, which for all we knew, it was.
I wouldn't go back and change what we did that day for the world. It was the last time we ever touched eachother, and I think we knew it would be. So I say terror sex is good sex. It's one of the most intimate, vulnerable types of sex there is. Rock on, guy. Rock on.
Really? I don't think my boyfriend and I had sex for awhile after 9/11...at least a few days; I don't really remember when the first time we did afterwards. But I DO remember having sex a few weeks later, and thoroughly enjoying it.
I wouldn't go back and change what we did that day for the world. It was the last time we ever touched eachother, and I think we knew it would be. So I say terror sex is good sex. It's one of the most intimate, vulnerable types of sex there is. Rock on, guy. Rock on.
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But I DO remember having sex a few weeks later, and thoroughly enjoying it.
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