Look upon my bones, and tell me. Was I wealthy? Was I impoverished? Was I beautiful? Was I hideous? Was I loved or was I despised? Was I an emperor or...was I a slave? No such distinctions matter after death. In death all of us are equal. ‘You speak of death as a misfortune, but fortune has nothing to do with it. Death is fated to us all. Not even the happiest or the luckiest of men can avoid death, and if they did, they would surely be called unhappy and unlucky. Imagine a deathless existence.. The burning passion of two ships passing in the night, aware of each other for only the briefest of encounters. An understanding gentleness, touched by the sweetness of childhood daisy-chains and shy first kisses. The mellow passion of a loving partner together enamoured through a life shared.I have stories enough to fill a library, dear reader, a bittersweet mix of the traumatic and ecstatic, and I hope to regale you of them all in time. For now, though – a story of blossoming attraction. I grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door, and to the elevator, mashing the down arrow.“So what are we doing today?” I asked him.“It’s a surprise, I told you!” he responded with a large smile.“Come onnnn!” I protested“No, you need to wait.” He responded as he pulled me out the door and to the car.I went with him reluctantly. I didn’t know where he was going to take me, but I guess I wasn’t going to find out without going with him. I sighed aloud and he looked back at me.“Come on, you’ll. Being tired now, we slept for a while cuddled up in a blanket on the same single bed. We woke up after 4-5 hours of sleep and each took a viagra pill.I then quickly went inside of her and started fucking her hard and fast. We changed positions and did, dog style, missionary pose, we tried lesbian scissor pose, standing, sitting and all the poses we knew about. After this, we did a 69.This was our first day and we ended it with a heavy meal and slept until next morning. The next morning, I woke.