In the week after Alyna’s graduation we fucked twice. She gave me one blow job, but finished it by jerking me off. She cited anxiety about her future as the reason for her decreased sex drive.
In the month after Alyna graduated we fucked four times, each time in the missionary position, except once with her on top. She sucked my dick twice, but only after I asked.
In the sixth-month period after her graduation we celebrated our one-year anniversary and fucked forty-seven times, thirty-three of which were initiated by me. I came on her tits six times, each time believing that shooting some of my load “accidentally” on her face might jar her from her increasingly problematic lack of interest in sex.
In the year after Alyna graduated we fucked seventy-four times, the last twelve to fourteen of which were almost like fucking a corpse. During this time, Alyna held various part-time jobs at flower shops and coffeehouses and began taking acting classes at various acting studios. I fucked her in the ass seven times. I jerked off three hundred and thirty-four times, only fantasizing about Alyna twelve times when I actually blew my load.
The relationship has very clearly run its course and this is its final state. I’m surprised this doesn’t enrage me more. Instead, Alyna’s lack of desire to fuck has given birth to a rapidly growing disinterest in her that strangely hasn’t been replaced by interest in anyone or anything else.
It will never be like it was. It will never be better than this.