That left a positive lifestyle choice but she hadnever really chose to behave like she did, it just sort of happened. This wouldlead her back over her...previous contemplations. All the labels contained acertain element of truth but none really defined the whole. These musings forcedher to accept that her behaviour was too fluid to be definitively labelledand left her with intellectual contradictions that couldn't be reconciled.Things felt unresolved, they needed to be specified and categorised,. Yes go down on me and eat me. My outer lips were swollen; my clit was standing on end. My body was full of love, or was it lust; my love canal was wet and just begging to be used. Everything was on display and ready for his taking, all he had to do was eat me, enter me, screw me, make me scream.He pulled me towards him and right to the edge of the table. Oh yes, yes there is a God - the tip of his penis was there in my crutch looking for my entrance. Please slip it in me, please, please, slide. So, frequently, after Mara has gone to bed for the night, I will go to the other bedroom (which is mine) and I will watch a considerable amount of porn, and as I do, I will enjoy a long, drawn-out session of masturbation; often for an hour or so at a time before I finally achieve an orgasm---and it is in those brief moments of incredible pleasure, that I realize how truly happy I am with the way our relationship is constructed; for I love Mara very much, but I don't need to have sex with her,. My knees are red and bleeding a little. The shirt almost covers my ass. My hair is a mess with sweat and cum. My neck and thighs are bruised. Otherwise, nothing to see here. As I pass people, they look in my direction and stare. Fortunately, I don’t see anyone I know. That is until I get to my door. The middle-aged divorced man across the hall has guests. He is moving out tomorrow and this is a going-away get-together. He looks at me. He smiles. I fix him with a look, saying, “So.