Before I met Randy, I did not know I was a cannibal. He was the first – and maybe even the only – guy whose bottom I wanted to bite as soon as he presented it to me. Thinking about that tight (and as it turned out, lightly hairy) ass makes my mouth go all bitey still. Mmmm. Nom nom nom. Anyway, this is not a sex story. It’s not even a love story. In fact the only thing Christmassy …