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Intimate With My Wife Years After Divorce

Sometimes intimacy has a way of lingering

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I closed my eyes to the dark room. To the shapes and shadows. To the world.

I felt her skin against mine, but with my eyes closed, it wasn’t her skin. It wasn’t her hair. It wasn’t her voice.

The fingers she dug into my back didn’t belong to her. They belonged to another…




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