I could feel

In the last two years, being single has meant having more sexual partners than in the entirety of the rest of my life. If I had to count the numbers, I wouldn't be able to. It's that many.

In that same span of time, whenever I've been in an intimate setting, I've been completely numb from my upper thighs to my belly button. That's not a metaphor. You could have hit me in the dick with a sledge hammer and I wouldn't have noticed.

But last night, last night I could feel her breath. Her tongue. Her fingers lightly skating along me. I could feel the heat as I entered. Ripples as I slid further inside her.