Not too long ago, I was presented a wonderful gift by Victor and wished to share the story with you all. To read Victor’s initial recounting of the tale, click here.
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I thought something seemed peculiar today, when I finally decided my skin might rebel against my body if I did not answer the pressing need for a shower. Not that the compulsion for a shower was in any way strange, but when it led me to kiss Victor’s shoulder and inform him I would return shortly, I could not help but to pick up on my lover’s demeanor and perk an eyebrow at it. Nothing alarming about his posture rang warning bells of caution within my mind. No, instead there was an aura I could not quite place a finger on emanating from him, leading me to wonder just what the devil might be circling through Victor’s mind.
I could have easily read it, but I made a promise to myself when he and I first became lovers that I would never abuse my powers in such a way. I preferred to hear his thoughts aloud; to listen to his voice inflection and immerse myself within the soothing warmth of the tenor of his speech. And I knew he needed the sanctuary of private ruminations as much as I did, to sort through things without the eavesdropping of his psychic paramour. Read the rest of this entry
