If I were gay, that is if I were a guy loving him as a guy and him loving me likewise, it would have been perfectly allright. But such was not the case, we knew it unconsciously and I was feeling so guilty because I was the one who blindfoldedly plotted this alltogether. Closing my eyes, I imagined him touching me, kissing me, caressing my body... a body that did not belong to me at all. I moaned softly with agony...