What is it about Kingsley? Only a few days have passed since Kingsley and I spent our first three days and nights together as a couple. Reflecting, my thoughts return to when we first met, my first same-sex experience with him, the silver anklet he gave me as a token of our mutual love, our numerous passionate love-makings. All seem this moment like a beguiling flight of fantasy, as if, perhaps, they never occurred. Did they? I wonder, and, if they did, where is Kingsley now? Why hasn’t he called?

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What is it about Kingsley? Only a few days have passed since Kingsley and I returned from our Magical Mystery Tour at the inn on the California coast – our first three consecutive days and nights together as a couple. Reflecting, my thoughts wander to when we first met, my first same-sex experience with him, the silver anklet he gave me as a token of our mutual love, our numerous passionate lovemakings. At this moment it all seems like a beguiling flight of fantasy, as if, perhaps, none of it actually occurred. Did it, I wonder, and if it did, where is Kingsley now? Why hasn’t he even called me? (continue reading…)