“I haven’t been entirely truthful” a recurring theme, so it seems. You have a wife. Aslong as we don’t talk about her I don’t care. We went out and got drunk, and you got too drunk, because you are or were nervous, a little, atleast I think. We kissed, we fucked, lazily, inbetween talking and you watching me, enthrawled by who I am, or what I mean or how I came to be there. I don’t know if im flattered, but I like the power. I like the way I make you shivver, I like when you fuck me hard and for a while you lose yourself. I can see the light dimming in your brain as you let go. It must be nice to forget yourself, in me.
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