of a Down Low Man: Ask The Right Questions, Get The Right Answers
I was feeling jubilant over
my relationship with Preston. Things seemed to be moving in a positive
direction. I began to let my own guard down more with him. He was that
captivating for me. Preston was very attentive, a listener, a great
conversationalist, and a phenomenal lover. I couldn't ask for anything
more. I didn't, and I would pay for it soon enough. Over the
next few months we continued seeing one another frequently. I would fly
to his city. Attend his games. Meet his children. And, a few more
family members. Preston and I were becoming more and more comfortable
with one another. But, something was always nagging at me. Something
about the timing of my appearances of when I could come to town, and
how we never stayed at his home. Each visit I was in a five-star hotel.
Now don't get me wrong I like living the highlife, however I did want
to wake up with Preston in his bed, in his home.
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