Languages: Spanish and English
Location: New York, United States
Body Decorations: pircings tatto
Interested In: Men, Women, Trans, Couples
Body Type: curvy and sexy
Seeing the fire in their eyes as they bust through the lines. Lifting cyberspace to bring you light, excitement and a surefire way of getting lost. On your phone, plugging into cyberspace the same way a car plugs into a set of gears on a bike. Getting lost in the excitement of the moment. Even more, the closeness that you feel with the people you see. The intense competition that arises from our shared humanity. As you drive along in your car, the sound of my voice on the phone makes you jerk at the seat belt. Rummaging in the glove compartment, finding my sunglasses, you back up, eyes cast downward. "He's here," I say. "Help me roll the window down." "A little help, I think." Lifting my voice, I begin to soothe the bright blush of your skin with a warm wet kiss. Groaning as I press the kiss further. "Hello." Its more a greeting than a call. I try not to let my head get too far above the steering wheel. Some of the energy from the phone calls has filtered down into my own body. My nipples tighten, but the heat of the kiss keeps them nicely stifled. Just as the car begins to move, I push the car into park.
Standing in front of the car, you push me against the mirror, so that I am completely at your mercy. I do not move, fight, or obstruct you. I merely turn my head to look at you. The car is parked in your lot, and my car is parked in the lot next to it. The curves of the park make it difficult to see us, but we stop and I throw you a note. A handshake, the kind that you usually get when you come over for a meal. A place code, if you ever needed one. Over the years, we've exchanged more than just a code. We've come to terms with many different feelings, with feelings that have been bottled up for a long time. Some of those feelings, like shame and pride, have been so subtle that they've escaped for a while, but the taste of them, the smell of them, has made us come to play. We never go to the restaurant, but we always come back. When we do, we usually end up together, but there's something about the restaurant that draws us away. Something that has our best interests in common, like passion, food and wine. When we did, we decided to stay for lunch. This time, though, I was still a mystery.
I wouldn't know the feeling you were after until a little while later, when we'd had a little snack break and been back to the hotel room. You told me to call you on my cell phone. I didn't. I didn't say even the name of the hotel. I used to park in the lot, and you'd give me my directions before I'd even left the house. You'd say good night and hang up. I didn't want to hear your voice. It would be like I'd been kidnapped by aliens. That's what I'd imagined. When you'd finished your break, you returned to the hotel room. I was surprised, but incredibly pleased. I felt like a total slut, from the moment I laid eyes on you. I tried not to look at you, but with my eyes downcast I couldn't help myself. I stepped outside the door, feeling you watching. As you walked across the street, I ran a finger up your arm to see if you could smell my excitement. My shirt suddenly became a painful lump as I hurried closer to you..
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