This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.

What is love without lust?

I’m not sure what love is without lust, I mean I’m a being that feeds on sex. If I don’t lust you, how can you feed me.

This is why celibacy was what I needed.

I couldn’t understand what love was unless it was wrapped in lust.

Tina and I proved lust can only take one so far. But the places it took us.

Now, I notice the ones who wear no make up.

Now, I notice the ones I like talking with.

I notice everything. 

Once the lust was gone, what was it I truly want?

The endless conversation. I’ve had it a few times. 

The last was a heartbreak and I loved every moment of it, and her, Jeanine Ro.

We talked everyday throughout the day through text. Every night she fell asleep on me, every night.

She was fierce in her what it was that pissed her off that made her sexy in a dangerous way.

Like a cat, if the cat wants love, the cat will get love. If the cat doesn’t want love, teeth and claws, and damn she had some claws. 

It was so good that we met online, otherwise I would have done anything she wanted.

I did take care of her, and she was one of the ones who dated a dude who reminded her of me.

That hurt like hell.