Archive for June 23rd, 2011
Every once in a while, work gets the best of us, and it becomes necessary to take a mental health day. My friends can all attest, I take my fair share of these.
One specific mental health day, I woke up feeling particularly horny. The idea of having the apartment all to myself all day long sent my mind spinning. From my bed, I pulled up Grindr and began messaging all the hot men on there.
One in particular had a gorgeous body. I messaged him and asked him for a face picture. He obliged, and we began to chat back-n-forth. He was absolutely stunning. He also sent along numerous other pictures that drove me wild!
I told him I had the place to myself, and he needed to get his ass over to my apartment. It took a lot of convincing, only because he had a full day planned for himself. He didn’t exactly live nearby and had no means of personal transportation either. On top of that, he is also a personal trainer and had an interview and training sessions later in the day. I convinced him to come by for a romp over his lunch break, and I told him I would cook lunch for us both. His only request was I also supply wine.
At 1:00, he arrived at my door. He was incredibly sexy and wearing workout gear. We sat and chatted a bit over a bottle of wine. He is from the Dominican Republic and had a thick accent, which I found adorable and sexy all in one. He was still learning English, but he had an impressive grasp on the language.
After some chatting and wine, he walked over to me, grabbed me by the waste, pulled me in and planted a big kiss on me. We moved things to the bedroom where it really started heating up. He took his clothes off and I laid on the bed admiring the god that stood before me. His body was incredible — ripped and tight. I told him how impressive his body was, and it was then I learned he was also a model [See picture at right... Yea... That's him... No joke!].
He hopped into bed, and I went at him like a fat kid deprived of cake. I explored every inch of his body. It was spectacular. We had sex for about an hour. It takes me a while to finish most times, but he was begging for it. I was surprised how passionate and open he was the entire time. He was constantly concerned with my pleasure. By the time we were done, we were both dripping with sweat. It was the best sex of my life! The passion we both brought into the bed was intense.
He hopped into the shower while I checked on our lunch on the grill. When he was finished, I hopped in. Finally, we sat and ate lunch on my kitchen counter. He told me all about his situation and how he came to live in America. He was unemployed but also the hungriest person I’ve ever seen looking for a job. He was working do hard, just to find work.
When we finished, we talked about meeting again sometime. He continuously commented on how my passion was such a turn-on for him. I saw the same passion in him as well.
When he left, I gave him a long kiss goodbye. We’ve continued to text each other, but haven’t found the time to be together again. At one point, he was dancing (go-go style) at the only gay bar in my city. I tried to make an appearance but had to work late that night. It’s also been hard to meet again because he went to LA for three weeks for a special trainer certification. I think of him often. I daydream of the day I get to experience that hot body once again…Follow @onegayatatime