To fiction, it turns.Sorry for lying. Oh shit.He… And the story continues: Oh shit.He still likes me.Before you get confused, let me explain.Last t...me me and Valentino sae each other was our last time together.I was saying our goodbyes at the airport.When I got to him, he wanted to talk.I still remember our exact conversation.The guilt haunted me for years.Gaby.You cant leave.I-I think I l-l-love you.Y-you cant leave.Please. He looked about to cry.Val.I want to stay.I cant.I have to go.Please. Our bodies are slick with sweat from our uninhibited dancing. I look up taking it all in. The African night lights with stars. Crickets and cicadas harmonize with our grunts. A faint roar of a lion adds accompaniment. The smells of the savannah enhance the aroma of our sex. Fuck, I want to take a picture to capture this moment forever. Trust me, elephants trumpeting while native balls smack your skin takes fucking to a whole other level. He is getting close to cumming and slams my tummy against. He smirked briefly then grabbed my wrists in his hands and slammed them to the couch as he bit my nipple. I moaned loud at the sudden roughness. He smiled. I felt me growing wetter as he kept controlling me, as he continued to massage my nipples with his mouth. He stopped and came in for a kiss, which I gladly accepted. His hands left my wrists and fell to my hips. Then slowly began to unbutton my shorts. I pushed him off me and slipped my bottoms off, pulling my panties with them. He slipped a. The mind is a powerful thing, and while orientation was shown eventually to have biological roots, one could build negative association with sexual contact with one sex, in the same way that accidental sexual fetishes developed in early life from exposure. Likewise in the same way, one could build up theoretically an entire sexual attachment either to men or women from scratch by slowing building positive erotic association with the traits of maleness or femaleness respectively.In our ever.