For two months I have been engrossed with my bull. Not only is he super sexy, tall, well dressed and a real man he is also exceptionally intelligent. In short, totally my type and totally worth devotion. All has been running swimmingly perfect in almost every way. Stephen and my bull even hung out at a Thunder game and kind of became friends outside of the lifestyle. I was a happy lady. Except... I first felt it around week three. It was Saturday and my bull does housework (which means I do it) on Saturdays. After just hanging and talking we went out for lunch and then back to his place for sex. I'm supposed to leave afterward and report to Stephen and let him explore his cuckold duties but I didn't. In fact the last place I wanted to be was away from my bull. I began concocting plans about how I could just stay and serve him more. When I did return home Stephen and I were running our after dinner routine when I was talking about my bull and when describing the conversation I meaningfully stated that I was "in love" with my bull. Obviously this crushed Stephen and frightened me. After a few days of talking I called my bull and he agreed that I had crossed a dangerous line so we no longer are seeing one another. I'm just glad I saw the signs.