Last night was a new low for me. She turned around, tucked herself into the little spoon position like I was some kind of man—like I had the equipment to actually do something. Meanwhile, I’m lying there behind her with my sad, hopeless inch of a dick, trying to line up like I’m about to deliver pleasure instead of a mild poke. I couldn’t even part her ass cheeks. I just pressed up against her like some forgotten USB cable trying to connect to a port it was never made for. She lay there waiting, and I lay there failing—quietly, pathetically
