This Feeling, of sweat stained bodies muddled together, trying to match each other's rhythm as their rationality because clouded with pleasure, He never felt it. Jerald had heard people around him talk about how good sex felt and how it felt like you were drowning in a sea of pure undiluted ecstasy.
But he felt none of those things. All he could do was stare blankly as the girl beneath him quivered and moaned as she was filled with pleasure, a pleasure He couldn't feel or comprehensive.
Jerald turned to his side and looked at Natalie, who was fast asleep, he head placed on his chest. Was he supposed to feel intimacy between them after sex? Was sexual intercourse, like people had always said supposed to spark more feelings or make him feel some attached to the girl lying down naked beside him.
