I Wanna Kiss You THERE
To cut to the chase: I didn’t sleep with Fernando.
Going backwards from there, we meet up late Saturday afternoon / early evening and we preface our Thai food meal and cocktails with a visit to a photography exhibit in Midtown. We talk for hours. I enjoy hearing about his family, his friends, and his life as he experiences it — a European living in the US, in general, and New York City, in particular. He asks about my father, my childhood, and my experiences in the US. He listens to my answers.
The intense sexual chemistry between us is blatantly apparent and undeniable. “I wanna kiss you,” he says as his hands run under my shirt, along my abs, and rest on my belly button, “right there.” He’s such a handsome creature. His hazel-chesnut eyes are framed with jet black eyelashes that match the color of his hair. He’s tall; taller than I am, but not by much. Maybe 5 foot 10 inches? He places soft kisses on my collar bone, arms, hands, face, and eyelashes. The kisses to my lips are forceful and full of passion. “I don’t wanna stop kissing you,” he says as we part for the evening.
Our Saturday date lasts for 6 hours. He calls me at 11:08am Sunday morning to say that he had a great time and he wants to see me again. I want to see him, too. I already have plans on Wednesday and Thursday so we decide to meet on Monday, tomorrow, after work. I’ll go to sleep tonight with a smile on my face just thinking about it …
November 20th, 2005 at 5:37 am
I”ll be back. Later :)