the man

he is good. a genuinely good person. honest and caring, but with zero tact. he was painfully shy as a youngster and traces of that shyness remain. he finds it difficult to give compliments. yet, sometimes,without even realising it, he says the most wonderful things. his skin is soft. he makes art for his home, tackles diy with relish, bakes on a sunday night. this is a man who gets things done. quietly accomplished. he makes me laugh. he makes me want to take care of him. he makes me cum.

this is a good man.

i want him.

it seems highly unlikely that i will get to keep him. i know i should stop. i just can’t help myself.


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