It was one of those nights when I wanted to fuck or fight. I felt feisty, fiery and primal. I was standing by the bar sipping a mezcal, when suddenly a boy that I saw earlier outside smoking a cig, introduced himself. He did spoke Spanish. I heard him before. So I went ahead and started a conversation with him. We were openly flirting and after two hours talking about I don't know what, he kissed me and I kissed him back.
He was visiting and was in hotel in Midtown.
We jumped into a cab together with my apartment as the destination in mind. Meanhwile in the cab, we were all hands over each other and lips that hardly were able to separate. Only from time time, just to breath.
The night looked promising. I could only visualize this beautiful blue eyed man, 6' 2, slim, and with that Latin American fire, playing with me, under the sheets.
We got home and came straight to my room and immediately we were on my bed. He stripped me off of my clothes in seconds while I would try to find moments to undress him slowly. Finally we were naked. He was beautiful, soft, well built and strong. I was only contemplating how to start tasting this delicacy.
Tangled in my bed the moment of truth arrived. He was ready, I was ready.
I wanted him.
To my disgrace or fortune while I was about to begin, he already had finished. But wait.
It gets better. He made up a leg cramp and in a quick move turned, laying on his chest. He was there for a good 10 minutes complaining and saying that he was very sorry that It was a shame that something like that, would happen that night. 'Let me go to my hotel, get my pills for the pain and I will be right back'
Sure- I said.
He walked out.
I locked the door, turned the phone off and had a wonderful night of sleep.
