"I can't write fully about my first relationship, we were quite young. He ultimately grew up and fulfilled his heterosexual destiny. He endured a bad marriage and took his own life at forty Now I shall remember and weep.
Oh, God...that's terrible for you. That would gut me for life.
With me, at that awkward age, it was a old and loving man called Dougie. Did he instigate it all? Hard to say. I went after him because I'd had a good few years of practise at an establishment, with certain professionals, and with horny janitors, caretakers and groundsmen - all old, all very into me in all my favourite ways - favourite back then and now. I tormented the sodding life out of them.
Dougie was special and, once I'd set my libido and mind to it, he had no chance of resisting, but I admit to being slutty...and, not being a slag. He was only human and so was I. I presented him with a stream of deliberately erotic welcomes and with a set of invitations and I knew precisely what he liked about me and how I could exploit it to my own ends. I knew what men loved about...everything I knew how to give. I feel no criticism for Dougie, now, at all. I addicted him to me, on purpose, and it was bloody two-way wonderful, and I, too, cry at no longer having that something special!
This entire area of British human interaction, life and law need to be looked at in a huge way, and allowances should be built into the complete framework of existing laws. Let's face it...it'll never happen.
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