We walked along Euston Road as if we owned the world; nothing else mattered but that we were together.

The previous hours of uninterrupted sexual passion finally required sustenance. So we took a table-for-two in a small, inviting Italian restaurant for an evening meal.

The smell of your exquisite cunt enveloped me like nature’s best perfume. I had been with you all day … been inside you constantly … with my fingers, my tongue, my cock.

I could not resist your charms because being with you was too easy and too natural. I had searched for years, hoping to find you and, once I did, I finally felt like Odysseus coming home to Penelope’s faithful waiting.

That evening in the restaurant, I sat across from you and my only thoughts were:
“I love you so much; I love the sound of your voice. I love your facial expressions. I love your body. I love your humor. I love your intelligence. I love your sensitivity. You are an absolute treasure.”

What I cherished about you from the outset was your genuine acceptance of people, and your willingness to remain open to new experiences.

“It doesn’t bother you that I am bisexual?” I asked earlier.
“No,” you replied. “Why should it?”
“I’m also a bit of a voyeur, and like to share the woman I love with another man.”
“I love the idea of being the center of attention with two men. What’s not to like?”

The deal was sealed because you complete me.

You own my heart. You own me totally. And my cock has never stopped throbbing for you.

Nothing has changed. Nothing will ever change.
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