The soft glow from the bathroom highlights his silhouette. A bold figure, he stands triumphant in the doorway as a colorless visage. He is a black outline of a man, save for the diffused red glow of his silk boxers. Slowly, he enters the room, clumsily removing his socks before kneeling at the side of the bed.

His fingers dance through her silky blond hair. Hand resting on the back of her head, he pulls her face slowly to his. Her mouth open in anticipation, he closes his lips around hers, pulling her deeper with each passionate slip of the tongue.

He removes his boxers and climbs onto the bed; it creaks through the silence from his weight as he shifts into position above her. She lies silently as he lowers his body onto hers; enthusiasm removes any grace from his movements. His unromantic grunts expose inexperience.

He thrusts once. “POP!â€? The sound explodes into the room, and he lets his weight fall in defeat.

“Ssssssss.â€? He slowly sinks into the bed. The sound of the escaping air barely masks his sobs.