Not long ago I had the most active s*x life. I was at the height of my promiscuity. I could easily bed women of my fancy in a flash with wads of cash. I had no worries when it comes to giving satisfaction to my carnal needs. I was very fortunate to have an almost perfect s*x life, though I had no permanent partner to speak of. It never gave me interest to marry, nor to have a common law wife, nor to have a live-in partner. Living alone is dying alone; that was what I intended to do. I was practically living alone, by myself, with no known family to speak of. To a degree I was contented and satisfied with my situation.
Then in one dream—in the course of one of those nights of sensually filled fantasies, when I was in the height of my carnal passion—he came barging in and turned my lustful
