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Movie theater was dark and we weren't making out in front of everyone. I think the most questionable part was him feeding me candy but that was like a minute at the most. The rest of it was just what any boy would do with his dad. Hold hands, pull my hairs, use me as a pillow. Come on, look around in any public space. See the dads with their kids? Does anyone report them? Who'd know we were my sugar-baby with his sugar-daddy? And then, report? For what? For holding hands? For hugging him? I never kiss him on the lips. And if I kiss him, it's on his forehead, or his hair. I haven't tried the ears or the neck yet. I've seen dads bite their sons' ears and I wonder if he'd let me. Like he is all babyish half the time and all so macho man the other half and I may one day dare to bite his tiny little ear and whisper in it: "I love you so much I'd love to eat you whole, and eat all parts of you and have you be mine but I won't because it's the right thing to do but just so you know, I won't refuse you on my dinner table all covered with chocolate." >>It will be obvious to some bystanders what's really going on No, it won't. They can't read my thoughts. They can't read his. They don't know how absolutely madly I am in love with him. I have never loved so much. I will never love so much again. I have never felt so loved. How is it even obvious? It's not. |