It had been three days after Spirit had almost aliyopewa in to Stein’s advance on him and his moyo was still aching. He had wanted nothing zaidi than to allow Stein to touch him, kiss him, pleasure him, but he knew that it would only end in his moyo being broken again. He couldn’t expect Stein to commit to him. Who was he kidding? He knew Stein would commit to him. It was Spirit himself who couldn’t be expected to commit. He wanted to, but it he didn’t know how. He had never aliyopewa all of his upendo to one single person in all of his life. Yet when he thought of Stein, oh how his moyo beat....
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