It’s not easy to fake sincerity. For the most part, I felt socially… unconnected, awkward, tired, wanting connection that would last and mean some...hing, and unbearably incapable of keeping my eyes off the incredibly pretty girl. I felt embarrassed. I had starved myself to appeal socially, but couldn’t fit the part completely. I was stiff, rigid with nerves, when a beautifully bizarre thing happened. The girl I couldn’t stop looking at sprung from her cramped seat and hugged me. She never looked. I enjoyed my kinks and in my mind not wearing protection was basically giving the kink up. If I were infected I would not put others at risk, ending my irreverent behavior.On Monday I took a sick day from work which I rarely did, so there was no questions asked. I went to my doctor and explained my situation and even though she told me my risk was very limited, I requested THE TEST. She suggested that I get the full spectrum of tests so that my mind would be at ease over all the possibilities.I. I desperately tried to be nonchalant as I left the room and boiled the kettle. As I stood in the adjoining doorway Nancy continued standing with her skirt around her hips and chatted inanely about her Grandson and something about the price of cauliflowers. When I returned with the tea she finally let her skirt fall to her knees then lit a cigarette. "Do you want one?" She asked and proffered the packet. I nodded and took one out of the packet. As I put it in my mouth she leant forward to light. It doesn’t take me long to realise that the cyclical movement of your body matches each of his slow, forceful thrusts. Now your tongue explores my mouth with a certain delirious quality. Like your mind and body are drunk on the pure erotism of the moment. I absorb each and every second and savour the moment as our fantasy becomes reality. As if guided by an innate force, you shift your position and move lower down my body. Your one hand wrapped around my neck, claws down my chest and begins to.