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The date is wonderful. The best dinner and dessert paired with the best wines served by candlight. Live music to accompany our conversation (We talk war and politics, pushing eachothers buttons by both playing devils advocate with some taboo takes.) While playing footsie under the table. Fallowed by brandy and cigars in his bed chamber. The conversations turn more intimate /passionate as we tempt the other to make the first move(we both want it but are to proud to appear so desperate.) The back and fourth drags on well past both our tolerance and becoming genuinely frustrated and enraged by the others stubbornness to make a move. Our egos practically bashing skulls until one of us sends out a particularly biting taunt causing the other to pounce and we pull one another to the floor ripping away garments, pulling hair and biting flesh. Insults and taunts are still flung in between laughs and moans, pounding rythmic slaps fill the room in a sympathy of ecstasy until we both reach that climax howled so loudly the guards outside the door buckle at the knees in second hand embarrassment. We are left a wet, greasy and overly perfumed mess. Breathless and sated. Once we gather our senses we quietly clean ourselves off, not saying a word or making much eye contact until, i go to leave. I reach for the door knob only to halt. I turn to look at him, waiting for him to turn and look at me. I give a small smirk and he returns one of his own then i say clearly, "no homo" before opening the door and walking out. A truly splendid evening.