Lovers

[ehowton]

Despite my unwarranted penchant for being a man whore, there is much misinformation surrounding the few sexual exploits I have had based solely upon the intensity and longevity of my encounters. I love fiercely and tenderly and have had only a handful of lovers, though when I talk about each of them it is fully and wholly - which may give off man-whorish vibes. As an ostensible demisexual (and straying from the stereotypical patriarchal/ownership view) I seek relationships which are fulfilling across the prismatic emotional spectrum.

So why this common misconception when I regale the tales of my lovers? Let me explain.

I was once sleeping with a girl whose younger brother was sleeping with the mother of a girl with whom I'd previously had a protracted affair. With whom I once and only once had a one-night stand with a beautiful girl with long blonde hair. I learned of quiet desire and the trembling power of prolonged foreplay, which opened my eyes about using my own subtle desire within a rapturous parlay. My first was a girl I had near the white cliffs of Dover on a trip from Germany through France shortly after the Channel we'd just crossed over. Married a charming closeted bi-sexual literal witch who bore our children and had me sleep with her lover, then loved her cousin like nothing prior - who opened my eyes to an entire new spectrum - one of intellectual desire! Married another whose true colors eventually cracked under the stress of deception, and fell deeply in love with her best friend at my wife's insistent behest (which she now bafflingly denies without exception). Most recently I loved a being of light who illuminated my own shortcomings; playing in the sandbox of infinite possibilities, we penetrated one another to fully expose and heal our tumultuous becomings.