My birth control pills remind me of sex. I dread taking then every night. Press ignore on my iPhone alarm every night at 9:15pm. I only began taking them because of my ex, Luke. I was smart. Went to my gynecologist. Lay on my back and focused on the moldings of walls as she inserted the thing-a ma-jiggy into my pepa.™
“Do you want to get on birth control?” She asked while removing her plastic gloves. I shut my legs and pondered the thought. Luke and I had only been together a month, dating for two. We had sex for the first time on Valentine’s Day Weekend, only a week before my appointment. We booked a hotel room and I adorned the night tables with candles. Greeted him at the door with a bottle of Moscata and nothing on but an emerald green, satin bustier. Prior to getting it on, we talked about STD’s and getting tested. We also talked about birth control. How I would take those little blue pills daily though I want to have babies.
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