Naughty Kristoffe confesses all and anticipates a fun Summer to come.
By way of reciprocity to your new contacts, your own web page can feature pithy exposes of your own view of life, pivotal physical data and favoured music and movie genres. Necessarily these are accompanied by a carefully selected series of photos revealing a happy disposition, classical features and, if your audience is Japanese, a body honed within an inch of perfection, or better. Some resort to downloading the most desirable photos they can find and inserting them into their profiles as their own.
This has been known to have unfortunate consequences at the moment of the first date. My sites, I am glad to say, have never resorted to such desperate tactics. My own pinnacle of naughtiness emerges under the heading “What turns me on?” My entry declares this to be “a handsome, muscular hunk strolling around the bedroom, wearing just the biggest smile and demanding to come back to bed for a second round of cuddles and a shatteringly beautiful fuck!” This particular revelation generates a regular flood of enquiries. I conclude that my idea of naughtiness happily coincides with that of many potential recipients.
Admittedly, I have opted to position the “current status” barrier at the level of lowest possible deterrent. So the fact that I am defined as “single” or “in an open relationship” afford newcomers a degree of positive expectation that “dating someone” or “in a monogamous relationship” would have nipped in the bud at the first viewing.
In fact, the categorisation is accurate. The most present person in my life is still Jean-Paul. We had shared a life in Le Cannet, France for over five years before a family crisis took him to Vancouver, initially for a month, subsequently for many months of any one year. The family business was and still is in trouble. The matriarch of the dynasty, such was the power of the mother in this wealthy French-Canadian family, had demanded his involvement. Her discomfort at his Le Cannet lifestyle, happily settled with me, may well have added to her determination to reclaim her only son.
We have tried to sustain the bonds of affection that had kept us close here in France. Too many temptations, however, have stretched those bonds to breaking point. We remain regularly in touch; e-cards are exchanged on birthdays, and, just occasionally, spontaneously. But we both know that this status quo won’t last forever.
So all this explains how, over a period of some three years, I have accumulated a network of admirers. It works like this. Right now, Ben is keenly looking forward to meeting me in Sydney, Aaron can hardly restrain his enthusiasm as he anticipates arriving in Singapore to follow up our earlier moment of uninhibited lust in Sitges last summer, Howard is hoping for the holiday of his life on Langkawi and Jimmie is scheduled to fly into Nice from Hong Kong on my return from my carefully planned Eastern itinerary. The planning is indeed pivotal, since Jean-Paul, due in Le Cannet for most of July, is scheduled to fly back to Vancouver on the day that Jimmie flies in. As for dear Luke, he must feel like he's in a holding pattern over Heathrow. Okay, maybe on reflection, I do qualify as “naughty”. But a boy’s got to do what a boy’s got to do, right?
Love to all my adored readers and more soon, promise.
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