But my indescribable lust was overshadowed by my unwavering love for the man. No matter how abusive and raunchy he was with my ass, I felt an innermost fondness for him, which I knew was love. There was a reason why I called him Mr. Right, Prince Charming, and my Knight in Shining Armor. It wasn’t just because he knew exactly what to do with his dick—although I wouldn’t deny that he did know what to do with his dick, even if it were brought up in an indiscreet conversation with a friend.