“Oh, dear. Why do I have the feeling I’ve just royally fucked myself?” “Dunno. But you should practice that, because I won’t be doing it anytime soon.” We both laugh, but the fact is, I haven’t done it at all. Which is not to say we’ve been saints. We haven’t. And it’s not that he’s strictly a top, because we’ve talked about it, and he’s not. It feels like I spend half my life thinking about sinking inside this man, but I haven’t even tried yet, because… I just want to be sure that he’s okay. That he’s always, absolutely okay. So I’m taking my time.
