I am certainly not gay. I am 32 and I live with a woman who is in her mid forties. She is gay and has always been gay and when I agreed to move in with her I knew she was gay and she knew I wasn't gay. I have lived with her since I was 28.

I have deep feelings of attachment for her, but not sexual at all. She has deep feelings of affection for me and it is all sexual. Nothing new about that, that is why she asked me to move in with her. Over the years her affection which is expressed in a thousand ways is just a big part of my life. Sometimes she will hug a bit too long but even that I can take as long as there is no grabbing. I say that because there are times like on a Sunday morning when I am still in my nightgown and she stands in front of me and puts her hands on my boobs and tells me to close my eyes and make believe it is a man and she rubs my boobs. She is in love with me.

I had sex recently with a man I work with. We have a man/wife work relationship. He knows about my living situation and he is always warning me that I will sooner or later fall and not to be surprised. Maybe that is why when we have sex it is so intense. I need him to gab my boobs and then fuck me. I sat in the conference room across from him as he was holding his weekly staff meeting thinking of all the times that I have had sex with him, of all the times I have sucked his dick, of all the times he has taken my clothes off, of all the times that I have gotten dressed and left.

When the meeting was over I went to his office and told him that I wanted to get married. I don't need a public ceremony, just he and me is enough. Am I sure, yes I am sure. I should have been living with him all these years.