a kind of sharing

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Before we entered this relationship, or indeed even knew each other, Yumi and I were not averse to a bit of bed-hopping.

Both of us needed to be discreet for similar reasons. The nature of my business which takes me into regions that have zero tolerance for homosexuality, male or female, means that I have had to confine myself to situations where I could not be readily identified. Lovers have effectively been strangers who have come and gone. Similarly, Yumi lives in a culture and in a specific profession (modeling and acting) which doesn't tolerate gays unless it's confined to titillation for its male patrons. Girl-girl sex is fine but it's understood that it's all an act for the video. Any real suggestion of it being genuine is enough to blow a career apart. And so we hide in plain site.

We each now have a core of friends and people we can trust, or hope we can, and while we're now committed to each other, we each love to 'play away' when the opportunity or desire arises. In fact just last night, Yumi hooked up with a girl she met through a friend and while she was out until around two in the morning, I took the opportunity to catch up on some work. When she arrived home, a little high and, despite showering, still smelling vaguely of her lover, I immediately shutdown my laptop, prepared some tea for her and sat, stroked her hair and listened to her relate the experience. Just after three we snuggled and fell asleep, her face resting on my chest.

If our life can always be like this I think we'll both be so happy.