Dating Kevin the Vampire was exhausting. The bedroom activity was a long, complicated ordeal that took two hours minimum.
There was massage with weird oils.
There were ice cubes and strawberries.
His hands and mouth went everywhere.
He kept going and going and going.
In order to survive, I would have to find some way to dilute Kevin's sexual energy.
Tiring him out with a hard workout? No.
Depressing him with tales of childhood homophobia? No.
Keeping him up late? No.
One morning over our breakfast coffee (Kevin didn't eat), I suggested bringing in a third person.
"I'm really rather monogamous," he said with a frown. "I prefer to devote my full attention to my man, as you know."
Yes, but your full attention is exhausting! "I like a bit of variety from time to time."
"Well, I'm perfectly agreeable to an open relationship. You may certainly attend your Bear Parties, and go out with your friend David to cruise for Cute Young Things."
I took his hand. "But I want the other guy to experience you in the bedroom. Your hotness. Your enthusiasm. Your power."
He chuckled. "Flattery has its uses. By all means, then, bring on the barbarian hoards."
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