The same day the ink dried on the divorce decree I had the most mind altering sex of my life. I should have been comfortable telling my husband what I wanted in bed. I wasn’t. I didn’t say a word for twenty years. 
Now I’m standing in a sex shop with my ex, listening to a clerk explain how all of the erotic toys are used. We aren’t getting back together. This is not a reconciliation. We’re divorced.
Even if my thighs are clenched thinking how he’s going to bind my wrists with the final loose ends of our marriage. Then we’re really over.

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