So, I, as it turns out, am a sexually ambitious human. Ambiguous too. I am also utterly in love with my best friend. He knows of course. It’s not one of those secretly in love with my best friend who’s just my friend affairs. It’s a completely in the open, we love each other, aren’t we lucky, sort of affair. Which is wonderful. He fulfils a great many, so many, of my needs, more certainly than any predecessor. Having said all that. In all honesty. If I were able to shape the world around me, I would magic it so that we could have whomever we wanted. At any given moment just dive into another human. Learn their shape. Know them in all the intimate ways.
Hear me out. I’m not selfish. I wouldn’t give me everyone and deny my beloved to wander. I would adapt myself. Edit my essential makeup. I’d make it so that I could be alright with sharing him, and so that he could share me too. So we could share each other… and share everyone else.
Is it wrong to feel this way? As everything stands I will never cheat, never go there, never wander. But if I could change it? I would. I’d keep him for always, and he would keep me, and our love would know no competitor. Together we would get lost in the technicolor sexual delights the world has to offer. This would be my perfect world. Confidence, kink, satisfaction from every angle, pardon the pun. This would be my ideal happiness.
Am I wrong? I know I can never have this. For my part I could never share him. Too fragile is my ego and delicate my belief in my own allure. But yet I will yearn, probably always, for the many pretty things that I am not allowed to touch.