I don't care about the others

Notes from the front

I. He is an old friend and he's only recently become an object of desire. I wonder if I could seduce him, sometimes I think I could, sometimes I don't. I like his girlfriend too much to do anything though, and i certainly couldn't have a threesome if they offered. He once talked about having a big dick when he was drunk and once he told me about the kind of porn he liked an it turned me on so much.

II. He is has been my friend for a while but he is still a bit mysterious. When he was drunk he told me his penis was 8.5 inches and he told me if he had to have sex with one boy off our course it would be me or I. There is something very sexual about him which I can't pin down. I have just found out his girlfriend is very nice, so i couldn't do anything or have a threesome with them.

III. We kissed but a while ago. I was infatuated with him and I'm not anymore, but something about his body really gets me. When I am near it I want it badly. He has a girlfriend but I am convinced if I was a girl he would be with me.

IV. He came from Ireland and he might be a thug. He stayed with us and he said something about bisexuality but we were alone and nothing happened. He is short and I really like that.

V. I don't know him that well and he is usually shy. He was drunk and offered to bottom for me.

VI. He is a tutor so there is an extra barrier though he is not much older than me. I want to know him better, I can't fathom him. He is already at a distance so his absence is not so frustrating, but I want to get closer. There is a tuft of hair which peeks out of the top of his shirt on the chest.

VII. I don't fancy him but he is bisexual so I start to wonder. He is in a similar position to me. I won't do anything but today I saw down his shirt and there were about three hairs coming out of his chest.

VIII. He is beautiful, and I often embarass myself trying to impress him. We had a good talk recently though and I feel he knows me a little better. He has started going out with a good friend of mine, so I couldn't do anything and certainly couldn't have a threesome with them.

IX. There is a balcony; there are pine trees. There is a balustrade. There are flagstones on the ground and rhodedendron bushes around the garden. There is an clear sky above. My hair is long and dark and I lay it on the warm stone, resting my cheek on the seat. I can feel my body settle as it is tugged down by gravity; my hips and my shoulders stay upright. Every man I have ever loved enters and kneels before me.