I’ve pasted together my conversation with Brandon today. He asked me, “what are your lovers like? and how many did you have?”. When I asked him what he meant by lovers, he said: sexual partners whom I loved as well. I smiled coyly at the note of that and decided to twist the facts and have a little game…
“Each one I meet, I remember how and where.
Each one I tasted, I remember the details.
I get to know them briefly – reading their profile and looking at their cover. If he’s pleasing to my eye then he belongs to me. I don’t like to share so I purchase him - fresh, new and forever devoted. Once I have my moment with him in private, I strip him bare but carefully. Devour him quickly but never missing a detail. Not a single scene slips through my mind as I unravel my temporary prized object.
He pleasures me whenever I want, wherever I choose, however I desire. As long as I treat him nicely, he’ll stay by my side. One thing he knows for sure is that I’ll never stay long with him, I like to move along and taste different ones – to turn the page for another story, that how I would put it. Not a single fuss or complaint would he make because he accepted his fate from the moment he fell into my kiss.
How frequent I change them you ask? Well that depends on my schedule. Sometimes within hours, at times within days or months. Of course, I’m not cruel. Just feeding my physical needs, is that so wrong? All my lovers wait when I’ve finished with them, patiently, because they hope some day I will relive the night with them. I have their names all over my wall, I keep them safe and in good care.
What do you think I’m talking about? Don’t be jealous.
Silly boy, they are just books. Didn’t I tell you I LOVE a good book better than quality chocolates?”
In the end, he responded: “You had me wondering just then. Not jealous at all, how can I be jealous of an inanimate object? I’ve my fair share as well, so we’re even. Hahaha”
It’s fun to have conversations with people who can take humour. =)
