If any of the partygoers look in our direction, they merely see a boyfriend and a girlfriend huddled together in a gloomy corner; she sitting sideways on his lap, he holding her safely, both of them relaxing. They might think we’re sharing a mellow moment of innocent intimacy. Maybe we’re having a conversation? They might think that I got chilly in my strappy little number after sweating on the dancefloor and then sitting...

Colton Broderick Keene is a man who wears a big silver watch – he’d probably call it a ‘time piece’. It is the first thing I notice when he meets us the first time, in the sitting room of the main house of his estate, coming toward us in a muted-colored suit that is tailored to hug his substantial body and emphasize the masculine muscles, angles, and bulges of him. Dylan told me on our way here that there was an ‘estate’....

Weeks go by in one long, endless torture session. My aching arousal waxes and wanes but is always there, accompanying me the same way my breath and my pulse do. I learn to embrace any pain because it occasionally distracts me from the ache. I learn that the ache comes mostly from inside, from an unreasonable expectation, and that just like the Vow says, I don’t have any real control over it. Only my teacher does, and he u...