I was sort of shocked. I had never guessed that night hadn’t just been the spontaneous, liquor fueled, natural reaction to having three horny, inebriated friends toss their inhibitions to the wind and embrace their adventurous s****l natures.
“One night led to two, and two nights led to a week. Pretty soon I was all but living here, and as much of you as I got, it was never enough. It still isn’t, Maya. I’ll always want more.” He vowed. “I need you Maya. I love you, and I can’t partition my feelings any longer. I can’t keep them out of this. Truthfully, I don’t think I ever managed it to begin with. This has always been more than just some kinky lark, or s****l fling.”
Where to even start? I was really trying to process everything Foster had just admitted, but it was a lot to take in.
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