Are you ready?
I've been asked this question hundreds of times in my lifetime – from weighing my options at the deli counter to taking a military plunge from a rumbling train trestle into the shallow waters below.
Hank himself had asked me this question on many occasion, but unlike any other time, there was an unsteadiness in his voice that held significance – like my answer would change the very course of time, and the moments before my response would wash over the two of us in a continuum of that deeply rooted uncertainty that lives at the base of your belly.
Are you sure?
I'm the kind of girl who proclaims love with eyes closed, jumping with both feet off the train trestle for god only knows what's beneath. I don't know how to love in that guarded smart girl way. I give every bit of my heart into the passions of my body, and I don't count regrets when my feet break the surface of that cold water. In some ways, I had never been more sure about anything with this man in my entire life. We were no strangers to one another's desire, and over several years of our relationship, we had grown into those desires and made them real for each other. It had been almost a year since the first time we fantasized about having a third join us between the sheets, and after many cam sessions and experimentation to find just the right person, we found him here on Reddit.