There was nothing to be nervous about. At least, that's what Ryder told himself as he stared at the only man he had grown to love. Ryder knew that no matter what, he and Morgan were the ones each other had been looking for. Ryder could see a future every time he stared into the beautiful man's eyes. Each kiss they shared, each embrace every time their arms wrapped around one another, Ryder knew he was home. He watched as his life partner stripped and crawled into the bed. Having sex with a woman was easy. However, sex with a man was something he had never done before. He knew, though, that gay sex with Morgan wasn't just going to be gay sex. It was going to be love, pure blissful love shared between two men. Ryder pulled off his shirt and pants and crawled into bed next to his lover. "So, um... would you want to make love to me? Or me make it to you?"
(I am so sorry that my reply is so late. Please forgive my absence. Real world has kept me busy.)
I'm so sorry. I got sick in real life and I'm just beginning to feel better. I miss you so much, my love. Please come home to me as soon as possible. I'll be awaiting your arrival in bed, under the covers, ready for a night of passionate love making.
Just hearing what this man had to say made everything so much easier for Ryder. It had been so long since he last loved, since he last kissed another. He had felt so alone in a great big world, and as if the world was no place for him. But, yet, as if by the force of magic, Morgan came into his life, came to him just before Ryder had given up hope of ever being happy. As his love's lips pressed against his, Ryder's hand reached up, stroking his cheek as he leaned in, kissing the other man with such passion and desire. "Yes, take us home. I'm ready to spend the rest of my life with my love."
Morgan. My sweetest, dearest man. Thank you for being so patient with me the last few months. It's been hard for me, accepting that my life has changed ever since I met you. I know it feels as if I am avoiding you, or that I'm not loving you. But, I promise you, my love, I'm still here. I still dream of waking up to you by my side. I dream of kissing your soft lips every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year. I am scared of love, because I can't stand to lose another person I hold dear to my heart. But, you are the one I want. You are whom I wish to grow old with. I am in love with one man, and he is you.
