Mile High

There you go, belittling us again. You must know by now that I've never done any of this for anyone else. I was a slut once with my body, but I've never been a slut with my heart.

I don't feel alone with you. I feel like I have a family and a home again. You're my home. All of the dark shadows seem to disappear when we're together.

Meet my future. Her name is Bianca. Come to terms with it. My advice would be to get on her good side.

Careful, Love. You can't offer a starving man a feast and expect him not to take you up on it.

On a scale of one to ten, what was he?" "How would, 'I want him to fuck me to death, and he just might', rate on that scale?

I want to deserve you, my love.

His soul was a mirror of my own.

I wondered how my heart could be both light with happiness and heavy with love at the same time.

I never thought I'd have the urge to fuck someone to death.

You're more precious than my own life to me, Bianca.

You ready to leave now? I don’t find the idea of fucking you against that wall behind you even slightly unpleasant. Exhibitionism has never been a problem for me. Is that something you’d like to try?

I can’t change my past, Bianca. All I can do is be honest with you, and I’ve done my best.

There's no room in perfection for insecurity.

He had an angel's face, but his eyes were so hypnotically tarnished, a mirror of my own pain in their depths.

You are special. You're the most special person in the world to me.

You're my angel, Bianca. You've exorcised my demons. I don't have nightmares when I'm with you. I don't have to work seventy hour work weeks to keep my mind distracted. My life has become more than work and emotionless affairs. You make me a better man.

The things he made me feel had opened a floodgate, and the damned thing wouldn't close.

With him being so charming, and so perfect, so heart-achingly beautiful, but tarnished in all of the right places, and in all of the ways that I understood so well, how could I not love him?

I want to share my life with you, to be monogamous with you, and my past is in the past. I wish there was some way I could prove it to you, once and for all. I do have a sordid past, but I’ve never lied to any of the women I’ve been with, and I’ve never promised to anyone the things I promise to you.

Now, now, Auntie, you had better play nice with my dearest Bianca. I have not invited her to live in one of my homes. I have welcomed her into all of them. And though I know it would break your heart if anything were to ever happen to me, you will be beholden to this angel to cover your living expenses when I pass away, as she will be my sole inheritor.

I felt him sigh against me. “It was. But it didn’t mean anything. Please don’t use her to keep me at a distance”…

It makes me feel special. I find that I love it. I find that I love everything you do to me.

This is ridiculous. I wouldn't ask that of you. I would be distraught if you even suggested it. You aren't just my sub, Bianca. This is much more than just a physical relationship. I feel utterly possessive of you. If someone touched you the way I touch you, male or female, I would lose my mind.

I'll do it. I said I would. And, though I can't deny I've never thought of doing something like that, it appeals to me simply because yo want it so badly. I can't seem to help myself. I want to please you. I love to please you.

It's been very clearly brought to my attention that I had overlooked your security in public restrooms.

I would have given anything to have him feel the way he looked at me when he was deep inside of me.

Don't foist your body image issues on me, mate. I'm sexy. When I want a six pack, I go to the liquor store.

I shot him an arch look over my shoulder. “Are you always hard?” He gave a little shrug. “I can’t watch you straddle something and grind yourself against it and not get turned on. So sue me.” He gripped my h*ps tight, grinding against me from behind.