Okay, so we made up. The German guy (Stefan) came round to the hotel I was staying at this weekend and although we hadn’t really had a fight over him cancelling or fucking me around last week, the sex was as good as making-up sex. My God, it was good. We were good. Hotel sex brought out the best in us. We were loud. We were messy. We almost spent the night together. We said we’d find someone to film us fucking, or at least watch us. He said that’s what he wanted, for us to be watched, and I said sure, why not. But I think we also like it just being the two of us. We’re still surprised each time how much we like having sex together. Once a week, him and me, fucking and sucking and rimming – every time we seem to rim more – and a promise to meet the following week. Fucking definitely eased the ache of my sore neck, my injured shoulder. And the massage that preceded it, too. The massage with the young woman in Chinatown who got me to strip and offered to jerk me off. But more on that another time.