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Kit's Confession

Kit’s Confession

With the exception that I have somewhat telescoped events and paraphrased our conversation to some extent, the following is a true story.

...And...There’s some photos of Kit in my Photo Gallery “Steweird” in the album "My G/F's and Models"

Hostelling

I met Kit in a hostel on the Isle of Skye one wet afternoon when she sat down in the chair next to me and struck up a conversation. We lingered over a couple cups of tea and found we had a lot in common. Hit it off right away. She struck me as very intelligent and had big hooters which I eyed up while wondering what she looked like naked and what she was like to ‘boink’. I thought it was encouraging when she caught me eyeing her chest and didn’t get pissed off or anything!

I had just finished a weird relationship with some girl named Leanne. Leanne had had me turned all upside down for a couple of months while I was convinced I was in love with her.

Eventually Leanne unceremoniously dumped me so she could devote most of her free time sleeping with some guy she fell head over heels in love with. Only later did I find out that while we were dating she was doing a couple other guys on the side, too.

So I was kicking around Europe, trying to forget the whole stupid affair with Leanne. I was not, in any way, wanting a new relationship and that, of course, is when a new relationship is guaranteed to happen.

Kit and I kept running into each other; In Glasgow, Llanberis, Dublin, Galway, Cork. We ...

... started doing things together. Going to museums or pubbing, always with a crowd of hostellers; a loose collection of temporary friends moving in and out of our little circle. Best friends we had met 18 hours earlier who would be gone off to Belfast or Cherbourg next day, never to enter our lives again. That was what backpacking was. Kit was the only constant. We got close without even realizing a friendship was developing.

Parisian Love-making

Parting in Cork, Kit and I decided to meet each other in Paris. As things worked out 5 of us shared a pensione for a couple of nights. It was a mixed group of two guys, three girls. I saw some accidental tit when the other girls were changing while trying to be modest. Notwithstanding, everyone behaved platonically until the last night when the other three had gone their own ways, out of our lives and Kit and I spent the whole evening alone.

In the beginning, it was pretty uneventful, that first night we shared a room with unlimited privacy. We had a good chat and polished off two bottles of the best French wine, purchased for a pittance of their cost back home.

The subject of old flames came up.

Kit told me all about Dave. She had had a long term relationship with him. Despite being very close it had been a disaster in bed and Kit had blamed herself until Dave finally admitted he was queer and buggered off to take some cock up his ass. From that point, things re-evolved into a strong friendship between them. I got the ...