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agreement?” I asked
him, knowing he was bound to agree to any new sexual experiences. My mind was
already thinking up of new things to introduce to him even before he answered
my question.

 
    “You know, I’m not sure? I’ve always heard a guy’s g-spot is
back there, but I don’t think I would have willingly gone for it. Now, I just
feel like you opened up a whole new door.”

 
    “A whole new back-door, that is.” I told him, not being able
to resist the pun.

 
    “This is true. And here I was thinking you couldn’t find
things to make it even hotter,” he said to me, gently trailing his fingers across
my back as I rested my head on his shoulder, giving his ear a playful lick.

 
    “That’s only the beginning, big boy. Just wait until I bring
out my twelve-inch dildo. Good thing you’re warmed up.”

 
    His eyes opened wide at the thought of such a monster. Of
course I didn’t have a twelve-inch dildo… but there was always a possibility.

 
    “You wanna finish that movie now?”
I asked him, not caring what we did as long as I could relax alongside him.

 
    “Why don’t we lay here for a littler longer. Feeling you breathe against me is all I need right now.”

 
    His words caught me off guard. It was a very relationship
type thing to say, but instead of making me scared, it made me feel really
happy. It could have been the moment of pure bliss we felt together just
moments before, but everything just seemed so perfect. So I didn’t argue,
instead I just stayed there, feeling his breathing next to mine. Next thing I
knew, we were both fast asleep.

 
    Chapter 4

 
    The next morning came with bright white sunlight streaming
in through my window, which was technically my wall. It sparkled as it hit the
chandelier hanging majestically over my California king sized column bed.
Memories of yesterday started digging themselves out of the morning haze as I
let out a yawn and reached over to touch Mason. To my surprise, my reach was
met with just a pillow. I rubbed my eyes clear of the morning mist and looked
over only to notice that Mason wasn’t there.

 
    Well that’s weird. I
thought to myself. Mason never was a morning person, and it was 7 on a
Saturday. Usually I was always the first one up and Mason would just stay in
bed. He never snuck out in the middle of the night either. If he were going to
leave he would just come out and say it, not being one for sugarcoating much.
Lately though, Mason was staying over all night. So what was the deal?

 
    I climbed out of bed and pulled on some hot pink boy shorts
I had lying around. I threw on a baggy white T-shirt that I’m sure belonged to Mason and made my way downstairs, wondering if he was in the
kitchen.

 
    “Mason? If you’re making breakfast I don’t like bacon,” I
said out loud, expecting a response along the lines of “You don’t like bacon ?! I always knew you were an alien vampire!” but instead I
was just met with silence.

 
    I glanced out the kitchen window and noticed Mason’s car was
still in my driveway, so he had to be somewhere in here. I figured maybe one of
the bathrooms, so I decided to let him come out on his own. I made my way over
to my couch and sat down, flicking on the television and putting on the Food
Network.

 
    As I was watching Paula Deen fry
up some pancakes in a few pounds of butter, something caught the side of my
eye. I turned my head and noticed the door to my home-office was slightly ajar. Weird, that’s always locked. I
thought to myself, Only me and Maria have a key.

 
    Maria was my housekeeper and only came on Monday, Tuesdays
and Fridays so there would be no reason for her to be in there. I decided to
investigate, putting the remote down and walking over to the door. I peered
inside, half-expecting to see some sort of burglar going through all my
confidential files. Instead, there was no one. Nothing seemed touched or
out-of-place either.

 
    “Hey, good