Ovi’s back in Prague, staying with me. He’s assured me that I don’t have to feel lonely because he’s around. He said this after I confessed how hard it has been to sleep alone after 3 months, more or less, sleeping with Marek, an almost perpetually horny boy who had slowly become a real cuddle puppy.
Three years ago, when I first met Ovi, he and I slept together quite a bit and Ovi himself was . . .
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