You love him. He’s perfect in every way. He’s warm. He’s gentle. He’s kind. He’s caring. He’s protective. He’s drop dead gorgeous (one the inside and out). But all those pros have to come with cons: he’s overly passionate and he forgets his own size/strength.

Andrew is a big guy, who’s a lot stronger than he looks. And he has no perception of where the end line is with passion. He’s completely unaware of the cut off point. So, now you are laying in your shared bed, with a bruised cervix and a scared/apologetic boyfriend who doesn’t know how to make it better.

Andrew: “I’m so sorry, I need to remember my strength…”