This Guy Ruined My Sexual Ecstasy

TRUE STORY

And I still haven’t forgiven him

I shall get to the sexual ecstasy part soon, but first, I need to set the scene by taking you back to 1992 when I was in my first year of training as an acupuncturist.

Point location was an essential skill; we would pair up with our colleagues and mark up points on each other to be checked by tutors.

One weekend, we were marking sacral points (i.e. our bottoms), and I teamed up with Gye. We always rubbed the marks off at the end of a session, so we didn’t go home covered in dots or x’s.

I arrived home on the Sunday after a long weekend, and that night I was in the throes of sexual passion with my then-boyfriend when things got interrupted.

“Who the fuck is Gye?” he asked, throwing me from the part of the brain that controls sexual arousal straight into the less pleasurable speech area.

“Why?” I responded, feeling the chemistry disintegrate.

“There is a message written on your bottom. It says: Gye was here, and then there are three kisses.”

It wasn’t just any old guy that ruined my sexual arousal. It was Gye.

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