New Life

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You know how life can be beautiful when you are surrounded by the right people? Do you know how happiness affects your whole being, as well physically, mentally and emotionally? Let me tell you: love is the strongest feeling there is and can resolve all problems. It can change your state of mind in a split second. I know! I live it every day! Jonay makes me happy beyond his wildest imagination. What he means for me is beyond description. You can't put the sun in a bottle, can you? Well, you can't bottle up the love he gives me, shows me and shares with me.

I didn't wear a watch anymore. Since my arrival on the island, I had thrown it in my suitcase and completely forgotten about it. Thanks to a healthy life, my internal clock told me exactly what time it was. The position of the sun in the sky told me how late it was, but it was in my heart that I looked to know when I had to be ready to give and receive love. I was surrounded by loving people. They were constantly concerned for me and would do whatever it was to make me happy. Without losing my humility, I did the same for them.

As Roberto, Maria and I had the same age, we quickly became very good friends. Jonay was my equal and made me feel the happiest man on earth. Veronica and Teresa were my little sisters and Juan became my little brother. What a family!

The restaurant was a huge success. If we had been open 7/7 we would have served people every day of the year. For sake of everybody's health (physical and mental) we were closed one completely day and the next day we opened only at night.

Out of the blue, the sister's announced their pregnancy, both, together! It was a wonderful family news and we were all really happy for the coming of those two new members. The only little black cloud in that happy sky was how we were going to manage without Veronica and Teresa serving the clients. As they were in the beginning of their pregnancy, we had time to think about the logistical problem.

My little "office" at the back of the house had its door open day and night. Nobody would ever come in without my permission anyway. Too many people were impressed by my powers because they didn't know the extent of it. As they didn't know, they gave me a lot more credit than I deserved. Jonay often laughed at me and called me the "Wizard of Us"! I was no wizard and not a sorcerer either. I just believed in my intuition and always followed my heart. Yes, I had more and more visions and that helped me understand people a lot more.

Jonay and I followed our routine of our morning run. At the first sun rays, we got up and ran to the Holly Rock and back. Sometimes, when we saw that we were really alone, we climbed on the rock and made love. I wouldn't say it was our secret spot, but we never told anybody what happened on that rock in the early hours of the day. It was not a secret hide-away; it was just our little place under the sun. On our way back to the house, we would often dive into the sea and swim some distance to keep in shape as well as feeling the fresh water run over our bodies. Once we reached the house, the undeniable smell of coffee and breakfast would hit our nostrils. After a happy and healthy breakfast each would tend to his work, whatever it was. For me it wasn't and would never be "work" as I just loved what I was doing. Most of the things I prepared in the kitchen, I had learned from Mama. A few were just adaptations of things I had prepared all my life, and finally there were the dishes that came from my imagination and that depended on what was on offer when I reached the fresh-market. I had noticed that some of the local farmers kept their best vegetables or best fruit for when I was coming. It's true, I paid cash and always left a bit more than what they asked. They just made sure I was a happy customer.

During the last week, I had a strange feeling when walking over the market. I had the feeling someone was watching me, observing me. Of course, each time I turned around, there was nothing or nobody to be seen. Mama had felt some strange vibrations as well and what I told her was just confirming her impressions. She asked me if I felt negative vibrations, but I had to tell her no. It was just the feeling to be watched. I tried to forget about it, but it wasn't easy.

Once back at the restaurant, I was not my normal self. I didn't mind having someone watching me, as long as I knew who it was or why that person was watching me. In this case I had the answer to none of my questions. I went to my little office and sat down in the center of the space and tried to meditate for awhile, concentrating me on the feeling of being watched. I received a vision that was in a blur. I could see the shape of a human being, but could see it clearly. I was more a red spot. The m ore I tried to concentrate, the more the image faded away. It was as if the person I was concentrating on tried to prevent me to see it. I raised from my meditating trance. I decided to put it all out of my head. If someone wanted to see me, or talk to me, that person better get to me and say what he, or she, had to say.

The day went by without any more interference of strange vibrations. That night, when we were in bed, I told Jonay about it. He stunned me when he told me he had had exactly the same feeling, although maybe not so strong. I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of bed. We didn't bother to dress. I lead him to the garden and straight to the tree with the red flower. I was just crossing my fingers that at least one flower would be glowing. We were lucky. I took the brightest flower and just as I had done to Mama, I took out the pistil and put it on Jonay's tongue. The petals were in his hands and as soon as the pistil had dissolved in Jonay's mouth, the petals started to melt into nothing till his hands were empty. I didn't know why, but I felt safer. I knew the flower had powers, not understandable to man, but protecting the one who had it in him.

We went back to bed and Jonay almost instantly fell asleep in my arms. I tried to concentrate on the events of the day, but no vision came to my eyes. When I finally got to sleep I dreamt of the two eagles we had seen up on the mountain. They kept turning around the house it seemed, although the image was not really clear. The only things that were really sharp were the eagle's eyes. I couldn't define their color, but could see their looks were piercing through my being. I had the feeling they were warning me, giving me a sign, trying to make me understand something.

In the morning we went running like every day, but I was tired. I hadn't slept that much after all. On our way back I felt what seemed like muscle-spasms in my lower legs. I stopped running for a moment and tried to relax. The pain faded away but came back as soon as I tried to run again. Jonay was worried. I could see it on his face. As we were at the entrance of the garden, the pain in my legs got so strong that I couldn't even walk anymore. I fell on the ground and felt like a thousand knife stabs in my legs and lower body. Jonay called for his mother and she was next to us in no time. I took Jonay's hand and made him look in my eyes. I tried to make him see my dream of last night with the two eagles. I concentrated real hard till I felt my energy slip out of my body, my eyelids got heavy and I was in total darkness in no time.

I felt water running over my body. I felt the warmth of what I supposed was the sun, although I couldn't see it. I felt hands roaming over my body. The darkness faded away very slowly, making place for a warm light in the yellow, orange and red colors. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't. The brightness in my eyes got stronger. The water over my body got cooler but pleasant nonetheless. I felt someone kissing my head. I felt overwhelmed with love and knew instinctively that I was with my back to Jonay's chest. Finally, after a lot of efforts, I managed to open my eyes. First I was blinded by the sun, but my eyes adapted quickly to the bright light. I looked around me and recognized the place. We were up the mountain on the sacred spot where the puddle had grown into a pond. Just like the previous time, we were in the water, naked, but this time it was Jonay supporting me. As I opened my eyes wide open I saw the couple of eagles flying in circles above us.

But there was something strange. The red spot I had seen in my meditation after having the feeling that someone watched me, was floating in the air just in front of us, but farther away and a lot bigger. I looked at the eagles and was actually asking them to help me with that red spot. I didn't know why, but I did it. In my semi-conscious state, I let Jonay know I was awake, but asked him to stay still and send his love to the couple of birds.

A sharp cry came from them. And then another one, and another one. Their flight took serious speed and it was as if they were preparing themselves to attack. Suddenly they both dove at the same time towards the red spot. With each passage it was like they ripped the red spot apart. The scene was powerful, but terrific at the same time. The eagles wouldn't let go till the red spot had completely disappeared. They then resumed their circles above us in all their mighty. The remains of the pain in my body faded away completely. I turned in the water and kissed my lover. He had understood my dream and the signals I was sending out to him. I felt even more connected to him than ever before.

• I was really worried, he said. You just fainted and I couldn't get you back to consciousness. If I hadn't felt your heartbeat, I would have sworn you were dead. But I had the vision of the two eagles and I knew I had to bring you here. I don't know why I saw those eagles when I was so worried for you!

• I sent you that image Jonay. I answered. I didn't know why, but I felt I had to send you the vision I had last night!

• Last night? Jonay asked. We are up here almost two days Blake!

To say I was flabbergasted would be an understatement. Two days? Really? I couldn't believe my ears! Jonay started to relate what had happened after I fainted and he got the vision I sent him. He lifted me and took me to the SUV and drove up to the point where Roberto had left us the last time. From there, he carried me up the mountain. Of course, it took him more time than when we were walking side by side. He held me in his arms when he reached our spot. The eagles were there the whole time, flying around us without tiring. When the sun set down, a warm breeze blew during the whole night, keeping Jonay and I warm and as soon as the sun came back up, the puddle appeared. Jonay had seen it happen before and waited patiently for the puddle to be big enough to slip in it. He had undressed me while waiting and then holding me closely had dropped into the water. That was more than thirty six hours ago.

I looked at my hands and they were indeed wrinkled like dried prunes, but for the rest I felt fine and from the look on his face, Jonay was fine as well. If we doubted about our well being, the water was an indication as it lowered till the point the ground under us felt dry. Our friends, the eagles, soared through the air with grace till they disappeared out of sight. It was time for us to go back.

Walking down the mountain, I was surprised Jonay didn't say anything about the eagles destroying the red spot. When I asked him about it, he just asked "Which red spot?". I stopped him in his tracks by holding his arm and made him turn towards me. He looked me in the eyes and I closed them and concentrated on the two times I had seen the red spot. When I had clearly visualized the both times, I opened my eyes again and Jonay did as well almost at the same time.

• I haven't seen the red spot earlier, but yes, I saw the same flight of the eagles and what I thought was a strange behavior. Now I know why they acted like that. I don't know what the meaning is or what exactly happened, but talk about it with Mama and she will probably know.

I agreed with him. When we reached the SUV, we put on our clothes. Jonay drove us back to the house. The engine was still running when the whole family came running out to meet us. They all kissed and hugged us as if we had been away for months. Jonay had to relate the whole story over again, but left out the red spot. He left that to me to talk it over with his Mama. The excitement of our arriving at the house faded slowly and I asked Mama to come out with me to the garden. I told her about the red spot and reminded her of that strange feeling I had had at the fresh market a few days previous. She remembered indeed.

• I have heard in the past about white spots and black spots, but never about red spots. Basically the white and black spots are opposites and announce either something good or something bad. Juan's grandmother would probably have had the right answer to this question. What I know is that if your receive the image of a spot, the shape of it is always an indication as to what to expect. I didn't have any idea that those spots could be destroyed like you are telling me. If my memory is correct, when you collected her things, there were a few notebooks among them. Look in them and maybe you will find an important hint. Maybe you can also go back to her house and see if you can connect with her.

It all made sense to me. I would have to go through her things and see if I could find any indication. If there had ever been any danger, it was clear that it had gone by now, but I had to know what it was as to prevent it get to me again. What was an absolute certainty was that Jonay and I were connected each and every day, more and more. Mama pointed it out as we had been able to communicate without words, but with the power of our minds.

We went back to the house and found the rest of the family in the kitchen. After all, Jonay and I had not eaten in almost two days and Jonay was famished. I looked over Veronica's shoulder to see what she was preparing and my mouth was watering. We sat down and devoured what was served. Even though it was just a home-cooked meal, it tasted delicious. After that, although I had been out for two days, I felt tired and just wanted to cuddle up with Jonay. I would look in the old woman's things in the morning and go over to Juan's a bit later.

As soon as we hit the pillows, Jonay and I were in a tight embrace. He clung to me and I squeezed him in my arms. Our lips met and locked together. The kiss was passionate and the more it lasted, the more I held on to him in my arms. It was a communion of souls and hearts; a confirmation of our mutual love. What he had done, carrying me up the mountain and holding me in his arms for almost two days was so close to extraordinary. I didn't know where he had fetched the strength from, to carry me to that place where we had vowed to be together for the rest of our lives. Jonay is neither frail nor fragile, but I have my height and weight! And the path that leads to the top is not the easiest one! The kiss we were sharing was my way of saying Thank You. I knew he understood. Our lovemaking was not exclusively getting hard-ons and spurt our loads. The little attentions we showed each other were sometimes a lot more important. We could kiss for hours without even have a hard- on. We so much enjoyed having some sort of skin to skin contact or that any parts of our bodies were touching. We just loved watching television or reading a book, with Jonay lying between my legs with his back on my chest. I have to admit we often fell asleep like that.

The next morning, just after breakfast, I went through the old woman's things. I found a few notebooks but couldn't read them. They were written in such a strange way that it was impossible to understand a word of it. I didn't recognize any foreign language. I took them with me when I went to see Juan. He let me in and hugged me. When he saw the notebooks of his grandmother he looked at me quizzically. I asked him if he recognized them and he said yes. I explained to him that I didn't understand a word and he had a look inside of them. He laughed out loud.

• My grandmother and I had a special way to communicate. It started when I was a child. The only secret is that you have to know that all the words are written backwards. You see this first word here? Evol? That is just the word Love. Once you know it, everything gets really easy.

At the beginning it was a bit fastidious, but once you got used to it, just as Juan said, you quickly understood what she was writing.

• Have you been in contact with here lately? I asked.

• No, I haven't. I had a few visions of her face in my dreams, but no real contact. Sometimes I feel she is around, but it never lasts long.

• You mind if I try to concentrate for a moment. We had some strange events lately.

Juan offered to leave me alone, but I didn't want to expel him out of his own house. I knew he wouldn't be of any nuisance if I called upon his grandmother. I relaxed, sat in the middle in the middle of the room and concentrated on the old woman. I sat there for over an hour, but she didn't appear. The only vision I constantly received was that of a pair of hands.

I had not succeeded in contacting Juan's grandmother, but then again, I couldn't expect to contact her as easily as if I was picking up the phone. Mama asked me how it went, but I had to deceive her with just the vision of the pair of hands. Mama looked at me with a grin on her face saying that the old woman had a wicked sense of humor. As I didn't seem to get what she was saying, she just pointed towards my hands. In them I still had the two notebooks.

• What she did was showing you where you could find the answer to your questions, Mama said.

• As you say Mama, she had a wicked sense of humor. Look, the complete notebook is written backwards. It will take time to "translate" it completely.

It took me about a week to understand what was mentioned in the first notebook, and still no mention of any white, black or red spot. However, I had found some information concerning the feelings of being watched. It seemed that this announced the visit of somebody from far away. Of course, it didn't mention from where or why. At the end of the second week the second notebook was "translated" and the results were somehow a bit scaring. The old woman had written down the possibility of the different color of the spots and just as Mama had said, the white ones were good and the black ones bad. The other colors were not so clear as to their meaning. The only thing I had been able to discover and even understand, is that the shade of color as well had its importance. Red was related to blood. It could announce a blood relative was coming but it could also mean that blood was literally involved, meaning physical pain or damage. There was no mention of the destruction of the spot, but more the possibility of neutralizing it. The intervention of other human beings and/or animals was mentioned, but not in details.

Apparently I had been saved by the intervention of Jonay and afterwards the eagles. If Jonay had not been able to take me to the sacred place, I doubted the eagles would have been able to help me. I guess I had been lucky this time. I tried to minimize the importance, although it was not easy at all. Since the event I had not seen any colored spot and the pain in the legs and lower body had completely disappeared. Jonay and I were catching up with our morning routine again and we ran towards the Holly Rock and back every day.

I had succeeded in putting the event to the farthest corner of my memory, but never forgot what Jonay had done for me. Life went on happily and the love and care were our daily bread. From time to time I was drawn to my little office and I soon enough learned to listen to my intuitions without doubting it. Reading the old woman's notebooks helped a lot as well.

It was in the early autumn that I was once more drawn to my office and I told Jonay I was going to be busy for a while. When I reached my office, there was a man standing at the door that I had never seen. He was clearly not from around here. I invited him in and I sat in the middle of the room as usual and the man just sat in front of me. He introduced himself as being Phil and that he had come from quite far to meet me. When I reached for his hands a jolt of electricity sparked over and back without us even touching. I looked at him and he looked back at me with an intense gaze. When our hands finally touched I closed my eyes and the images immediately reached my mind. It was totally different from all the other times. Surprisingly enough, the images that reached me were of Jonay's and my spot on the sacred mountain and as always, the eagles were circling high in the sky. I knew nothing was wrong as they stayed very high and flew with a mighty grace. I could see two men standing at the highest peak. Getting closer I could discern one of them was Phil. The other one was a total stranger to me. Phil had his arm on the other man's shoulder, who had his arm around Phil's waist. They were facing each other and their heads were coming closer. I could easily say they were about to kiss. Just before the lips met, I felt that Phil tried to pull his hands out of mine, but I hold on to them and tried to mentally tell him to leave his hands in mine. I told him to relax, that nothing bad would happen to him.

He actually relaxed although his breath was ragged. The images came back slowly. Their lips touched very softly at first. It was as if they were hesitating to go on. My intuition was that both man had trouble accepting themselves as they were. The soft kiss was turning into a passionate one. Their lips were sealed together and their tongues were discovering the hot caverns of their mouths. Their hands and arms didn't stay idle. They grabbed each other and hold on as if tomorrow would not allow them to do so. The stranger pulled off his T-shirt and then pulled Phil's off as well. I could see the sunrays reflecting in the sweat that covered both their chests and backs. When they pressed their chests together, I could feel a new jolt of electricity going through my whole body. I knew instinctively that they were doing this for the very first time and after waiting a long time before doing it.

I saw the stranger unbuckle Phil's belt and opening his trousers. I felt like a voyeur and even if the scene was really hot and exciting, I felt a little uncomfortable watching these images with one of the protagonists sitting in front of me. Phil squeezed my hands softly as if to say it was ok for me to see all this, even when his trousers felt around his ankles and he was standing there in the tiniest white briefs that were tenting obscenely, trying to conceal a what seemed like a very nice and throbbing cock. Phil unbuckled the stranger's belt and mimicked what he had done. He had the same small bikini briefs on as Phil. They stepped out of their trousers, kicking off their sneakers and pulling off their socks. I was drawn to the sight of the puddle at their feet. The water was covering their feet and soon reached their knees. Both men sprayed water over the other and the tiny briefs soon were almost transparent. The outlines of their cocks were really very noticeable, but as they pressed their bodies together once more, I could only see the perfect bubble-butts covered by the wet cotton.

I knew the puddle would grow to the size of a little pond. I realized that what was going on between the two men must have been sincere and loving, otherwise the puddle would not even have appeared. With the sun playing on all the water drops on their bodies, they seemed covered in light. It was a magnificent sight. They were still kissing and their hands caressed the other's body frantically. Their cocks grew to full hard-ons and couldn't possibly be contained in their tiny underwear. The stranger got on his knees and pulled off Phil's briefs. He was met by Phil's very hard manhood just in front of his mouth. He opened his mouth wide and engulfed Phil's cock in one smooth motion. His hands rested on Phil's buttocks and kneaded them feverishly. Once again I had the sensation that they were in a hurry, but I didn't know why. Phil laid down on the edge of the pond and rested on his elbows while the stranger didn't stop worshipping his cock. Phil threw his head back and closed his eyes. He was clearly enjoying it and even had a nice smile on his face. When the expression of his face turned into a contortion, I knew he was about to shoot his load. The stranger seemed to sense it as well as he let go of the cock and sprayed some cold water over it. Then he leaned in again and munched on the Phil's balls and the tender flesh that lead to Phil's crack. To give the stranger a better access, Phil put his feet on his shoulders and spread them wide. The stranger understood the signs and dove tongue out on the presented puckered hole. He French kissed it with an uncommon energy. He spit several time on the rosebud and came up, pointing his rigid manhood right on target. He pushed in with apparent ease and from Phil's expression on his face, he was enjoying the soft penetration. Once the stranger was completely in, he leaned forward and kissed Phil while his fingers pinched his nipples. The hips attached to the penetrating cock, started to move slowly at first but increased its speed rapidly. He was pumping in and out of Phil's ass and by the look on his face, he was not going to last long. Phil's cock was generously rubbed between the two bellies. Their mouths seemed glued together and their arms were squeezing them in a warm and tender embrace. When the stranger arched his back and pushed his hips forward, I knew he was depositing his load in Phil's bowels. At the same time I saw Phil's juice coat their stomachs. The stranger collapsed on top of Phil and they resumed their kissing. I could see that the water of the pond was disappearing and soon they were lying on a bed of plants and flowers. In the sky I could see the couple of eagles fly away in the distance. The images I was receiving faded in a blur.

I opened my eyes and saw that Phil had tears in his eyes. I couldn't avoid looking him over and seeing a wet spot on the crotch of his jeans. We were still connected by our hands. When Phil looked up, he started to talk:

• This is a dream I have had for several months now. I don't know who that man is and I don't know that place either. I have always been faithful to my wife and this dream is confusing me. I heard about you by friends who were here some weeks ago and I instinctively knew I had to come and visit you. I told my wife about the dream and she was devastated. We love each other so much.

He made a little pause and then went on:

• That dream that you saw, has been tearing me apart. I love my wife and I had never the slightest interest in men. Each and every time I dream it, I have an enormous orgasm and that makes me feel guilty. The fact it is a man making love to me is confusing. I say, "make love" because I know that it is much more than just sex. I can feel the emotions that man has for me and even though it costs me a lot, I have to admit I feel the same for him. I am almost afraid to meet him, whoever he is, because I know I will follow him if he asks me to. But at the same time I long for us to finally meet.

For the very first time in my little office I was speechless. I didn't have the slightest idea what to tell him. I knew he came for help and I felt useless.

• You haven't acted on the dream yet, so there is no use in feeling guilty, I said.

• I know I haven't acted on it, but my body has reacted on it, and does it every time. What will happen if one day I meet this stranger in real life? I am almost convinced that that will happen.

• Yes, it will. When it happens, you will have to be strong and know what it is you want. You love your wife and you don't know that stranger. Jeopardizing your marriage for what, up till now is only a sexual dream, is a big risk. You will have to sort out what is the most important to you. A bird in the hand is worth two in a bush. Where is your wife right now?

• She is waiting for me in the restaurant next doors, Phil said.

• Let's go and see her. You tell me you have been completely honest with her, right?

• Yes, since the day I met her, he said with a nostalgic smile on his face.

When we entered the restaurant, there was no doubt who Phil's wife was. She was sitting at a table in deep conversation with Jonay. We went over to the table where they were sitting and sat down. I could see the puffed eyes of that lovely woman and knew she had been crying quite a lot. I brought Jonay up to date with the dream Phil had, avoiding the sexual details of course. We didn't have to upset Lindsay, Phil's wife, even more with explicit descriptions.

We talked for hours. First it was more than a rational approach of the problem but it was difficult to leave out the emotional part. Jonay was good with words. He knew how to calm down Lindsay and to look at the whole situation in perspective. We even managed to make her smile. I noticed that the whole time Phil was holding her hand. As it was getting late, we agreed to meet the following morning for breakfast.

Once they were gone, Jonay and I had an even longer conversation with the main question being "What do we do?" Just before Jonay fell asleep, he said I would have to take Phil up to the sacred mountain. Even if Jonay fell asleep after that, I stayed awake for quite some hours, trying to analyze everything that had been said.

The next morning we had our usual run towards Holly Rock and back. When we reached the house, Teresa was waiting at the gate.

Lindsay rushed in about twenty minutes ago. Her husband has disappeared.

We went to the house for a quick shower and a change of clothes. Jonay went to the restaurant to try to reassure Lindsay that Phil would be back soon.

I took the keys to the SUV and was on my way. Even though Phil didn't know the sacred mountain, I was sure he was heading that way. Sure enough I saw him walking up the road towards the place where we always left the SUV. I stopped and Phil got in. After the normal handshakes and good mornings I asked him where he was going.

• I don't know, he said, I just felt like following this road although I don't have a clue where it leads.

I decided to take him to the sacred mountain, just as Jonay had suggested.

Once we reached the place, Phil was in awe. He recognized the place immediately. I pointed to the sky to indicate tat even the couple of eagles were there. For the first time I saw Phil relax completely and having a serene look on his face. We stood there for the longest time, watching nature spread out in front of us. I doubted about what to do, but got a mental vision of Jonay nodding at me. I wondered if that was a permission of him. I followed my intuition and put my arm around Phil's waist. He looked at me and then wrapped his arm around my shoulder. We turned to each other and I leaned in to kiss him. Our lips met in a feathery touch but soon turned out to be a full kiss in pure passion.

Yes, the puddle appeared and we undressed each other. We made love. It was as beautiful as in his dream and I deposited my semen in him. I made his dream come true.

When we came down from the mountain, Phil was deep in thoughts. I let him his time and space to collect his thoughts and come to a conclusion. We got into the SUV and I drove us back to the restaurant. Just before arriving, Phil said thank you.

• I enjoyed what we did. I don't feel guilty about it and I will even tell Lindsay what happened. I guess you will do the same with Jonay. I know now what it is to be with a man and although it was fantastic, I know I will live my life with Lindsay. You opened my eyes and took doubts away. I will never thank you enough for that.

Once we were with Lindsay and Jonay, we could feel that the whole atmosphere was relaxed and cool. Just there and then Phil told Lindsay what had happened. Lindsay saw that her husband had lost that look of fear on his face. Jonay looked at me and knew that the situation had come to a happy end.

Phil and Lindsay left us after lunch. They both thanked us profusely and said they would be in touch. They left holding hands and with happy smiles on their faces.

That night Jonay made love to me, taking a dominant role. I felt he wanted to make it clear to me that I was his and he was mine. What had happened that day was, and would be, a one-time experience. He pounded my ass for so long that the next morning I could still feel him in me. I loved him even more for allowing me to make love to someone just for helping that person. Jonay was the love of my life. There was no doubt about that. There was no need for apologizing or asking forgiveness as neither in Jonay's mind nor in mine I had cheated on him. Once again we were in perfect harmony and conscious that we were on the same wave length.

To be continued? Maybe yes, maybe no. It will depend if you guys let me know you like it or not.

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