I don't like to share.
There are some things I love to share with others. I love to share a meal, music that I love, I love to share the company of my friends with the company of my other friends, I love to share good books I've read, a cup of tea, a blanket if it's cold, my toys, my time and, of course, my opinion.
I don't, however, like to share partners without knowing I'm sharing them. Meaning, if you're dating me then, well, you're dating me. You're not also dating someone else. Or other someone elses. I require, in a word, exclusivity. I'm pretty damn clear about this. Always have been.
It's this issue that has brought an end to my relations with our linguist here. It's too bad because that was some fun, but I know my limits fairly well and this is a hard one. (A hard limit, I mean.)
Ah, well. Win some, lose some.
Thank God for masturbation and an active imagination.
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Thank God for masturbation and an active imagination.
Truer words were ne'er spake.
You share many things. I think that your choice not to share partners is a logical and minor request for a lover. Too bad some people are just too damn greedy and can't just enjoy what they have.
Let's hope that you'll have a new "real" toy soon.
That's really a damn shame. And you have such a nice fuckhole, too..... He will soon rue the day..
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