One black lesbian couple shares how going to a retreat helped them grow together.
About 15 years ago, I fell in love. I fell in love hard. Young and naïve; I was only 16 years old and experiencing life and what it all means. And there she was. Who she really was, who she became to me and what she meant to me, unfolded over the course of nine months.
The Sex Isn't Good. My client said. I feel like I'm starving for something.... I want them to sweep me up in their arms. Smile that smile when they see me. Come get it without me asking. Kiss me like they have an insatiable hunger for something only I can deliver. But the sex just feels methodic, timid, disconnected, passionless.