Squeaky clean from a nice hot shower, I got out of the bathroom yesterday and caught Marc snickering in front of my laptop. Here is what he had written as a draft post.
Although we have never consummated our love in the physical realm, I have often fantasized of Marc as my lover — a strong, verile, sometimes rough lover who can pleasure me both vaginally and anally with equal dexterity. He is my best friend, my confidant, my equal, my nemesis. He is also the man to whom Dean will always fail in comparison. Dean is not as witty, sharp-dressed, gregarious as Marc. Ok, so Dean may be straight