As I told you last night, and I will repeat again with a clear head, you don’t need to be sorry for your behavior towards me last night. While I do consider your respect for decorum a welcome change from this place’s usual shameless debauchery, I’m not an innocent maiden. I’m a man, and my blood runs hot just like yours. I liked all of it. Your hands, your lips, the scandalous photos. I wouldn’t want to go any further in an environment like that, but it was a thrill. I wouldn’t change a thing.
As for Koby, I thank you for your honesty, but considering my own relationship with his partner, I don’t believe I have any right to be upset about that. But I’m not perfect, so I do sometimes get jealous, regardless of whether it’s right of me or it makes any sense. I think...if you were more inappropriate with him than you were with me, then I might be unhappy, since you deserve better than something you were drugged into. Selfishly, I’d hoped to be the one to show you that.
You’ve confessed to me some of the darkest things that a man possibly can, and I don’t find you monstrous or distasteful. Having a little too much to drink or leaving me a love bite isn’t changing that. I’m afraid I can’t forgive you, because that would imply wrongdoing, and I think I’d like you to do it again. Somewhere private this time, of course.
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As I told you last night, and I will repeat again with a clear head, you don’t need to be sorry for your behavior towards me last night. While I do consider your respect for decorum a welcome change from this place’s usual shameless debauchery, I’m not an innocent maiden. I’m a man, and my blood runs hot just like yours. I liked all of it. Your hands, your lips, the scandalous photos. I wouldn’t want to go any further in an environment like that, but it was a thrill. I wouldn’t change a thing.
As for Koby, I thank you for your honesty, but considering my own relationship with his partner, I don’t believe I have any right to be upset about that. But I’m not perfect, so I do sometimes get jealous, regardless of whether it’s right of me or it makes any sense. I think...if you were more inappropriate with him than you were with me, then I might be unhappy, since you deserve better than something you were drugged into. Selfishly, I’d hoped to be the one to show you that.
You’ve confessed to me some of the darkest things that a man possibly can, and I don’t find you monstrous or distasteful. Having a little too much to drink or leaving me a love bite isn’t changing that. I’m afraid I can’t forgive you, because that would imply wrongdoing, and I think I’d like you to do it again. Somewhere private this time, of course.
With affection,
Tim