Perhaps you picked her up at a bar. Or you met her elsewhere then brought her on a date. Maybe you invited her over off a dating app. Things have gone well, and the two of you are now in bed. She's topless, and you've cleared her final hurdle of last-minute resistance. You peel her jeans and panties off, then rip your pants off.
She's no teenager, and I have en route for admit I'd thought she would appreciate better. Unprotected sex. At one advantage or another, we've all had it haven't we? Haven't we? I've blocked asking my friends if they've old a condom when we do our regular one-night-stand postmortems, not because it makes me look like a anxious teenager, but because I know so as to they haven't. And I have denial idea how we, well educated all the rage the dangers of unprotected sex after that way past our teens, have got to this stage.