I am in love with the people who train me.
I love you Trudy.
Trudy is the most beautiful and clever woman I have ever met. She is tender and kind and sweet. Trudy, you will never know the secret and burning passion I have in my fragile heart for you. You will never understand the silent adulation which you cause.
When Trudy leans over the desk I do a small growing.
I also love Mildred. Mildred does the morning training sometimes. I wrote a poem for Mildred:
When will we wed?
It is called Mildred.
I also love Rowena. Rowena is willowy and lithe like a silvery winter branch. She hands out all of the training booklets and it makes my heart pound to touch the pages she has touched. I wish that her glasses would fall off. There is nothing saucier than a ladies little spectacles falling all over the place. It is as though she is saying "For what I have planned, I would rather not be able to see."
I love you my three beauties.
My dream is that they are my wives and we live on a small canal barge somewhere inaccessible and private. In my dream they all have sex with me all of the time or rather whenever both parties agree in a loving and tender manner.
I don't really love them I just want to have sex with them.
I only ever had sex once and it didn't go very well.
I want to try it again some time in case I put it in the wrong bit or whatever.