From that time on, I carefully avoided meeting Miru and in the corridor of the ship, noticing him from afar, I immediately turned around and quickly walked in the opposite direction... The most interesting thing is that no one gossiped about him, that he had any connections with guys...
Miru always flirted in front of everyone only with girls and I thought then that all this, his desires for me... it seemed, however, often, especially before going to bed, images of Miru flashed before my eyes, that he was reaching out to me and kissing me tenderly. I shuddered and, coming to my senses, I jumped out of bed, jolting my head, as if I could shake all this obsessive nonsense out of my head.
Oh... Miru! Soon I wanted all this... to taste. And he, the bastard, knew exactly what to do... It was like an astral seduction, as if his subtle-material image was invading into my body and dissolving in it, so that I would get used to the idea that I would never be able to avoid a very soulful interaction... soon.
I began to think about transferring to another ship, but I was stopped by the thought that there would be a similar tempter in the new place and, God forbid, worse in appearance... and I noticed something else, not only this lustful mate began to dream about me and someone else was quite attractive. Well, this could be called nonsense... but their eyes... some of my colleagues expressed not only liking ... they often groped me as if in a brotherly way... by the shoulder... carefully sliding their hand down the back and abruptly removing their hands...
What was that? I thought... what?
I became even more attracted to girls in response to this hidden harassment... convincing myself that I was of normal orientation and easily followed anyone who would invite me to have fun... and often found myself involved in a threesome... with joy, because the girls who were especially capable of intimate pleasures brought me to such ecstasy that I forgot who I was...
It was something... to sharpen the sensations, they blindfolded me with a scarf, handcuffed my hands at the wrists and one held them behind my head, gently kissing my face and lips with her silky lips and tongue, and the other caressed my lower abdomen and the velvety place between my thighs... Ouch! And this happened often... I didn't even have to do anything, the girls adored me so much and moaned sensually and melodically when I could barely contain my growing pleasure... swirling not only below but in my chest... it was something hot, blazing flame, not so much lust as something previously unknown, tearing me apart from the inside...
What is it? Hattana? Love power ? This had never happened before.
After some time, I was quite satiated with all these intrigues with girls, only with some of them I crossed paths in an intimate way more than twice and could not choose one for a permanent relationship, because in my mind there was always someone's obsessive image... which constantly bothered me. Sometimes it seemed to me that I was kissing not a woman, but him... Miru, as if feeling his reverent awe for me... How did he manage to penetrate so deeply into my perception?
There was no answer... What the hell?
I couldn't ask him, because I avoided even the slightest interaction with him, even at work, communicating with him through third parties. At that moment, I realized that I was also drawn to men... in general, for a long time I was confused whether I should try with someone... with some guy shorter than me and of a fragile build.
I began to look closely at the male staff, who was trying to catch my attention in this sense and one day, during a shift with a shy young man named Dien, I caught his ambiguous look of desire to spend an evening with me privately. And in response, leaving the service room after him, I lightly touched the cropped hair on the back of his head. He shuddered and slowed down for a second, and holding his breath, turned around.
- What aha-ha-ha... is wrong with my hair...? Has it grown too long?