I still remember that night vividly—the night I realized something was wrong. Sarah and I had been dating for months, and everything was perfect. But when the moment of intimacy arrived, I struggled. Not once, but repeatedly. At first, I brushed it off as nerves or stress, but deep down, I knew it was more than that. The frustration hit me hard—embarrassment too—and it started chipping away at whatever confidence I had left. I pulled back, not be...
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