Cigar, the erotic story of a fleeting love

And that day I ran away in my lunch hour from work, just to go see him, I walked around 600 meters for the simple fact that we were, at least, for 15 minutes ... While it was time to return to our occupations .

I remember clearly how when I opened the door I saw you with your black pants, and that white shirt with red stripes half buttoned, from where your beautiful chest full of hairs appeared.

You had already eaten and loaded a dessert cigar, the custom, as you confessed. We move through the house holding hands, and we stay at the threshold of the access door to the terrace ...

You leaned back from the glass door while with your right hand you held the cigar, which you were consuming and alternately asking me how my workday had been in the morning.

That little conversation ended just when you dumped the cigarette butt ... There I bit my lips because I knew what was coming: that you would also bite and invade me with all that passion full of nicotine essence.

And like two teenagers with desire, our hands began to touch our bodies, and to bare our intimacies, discovering the virility that can be generated in couple of seconds.

Between kisses and caresses, the moans did not stop until we felt the drops of our fluids spilling on the wooden floor ... Between laughter, everything ended, literally.

You handed me the napkins to cleanse me, and just then, after speed and overflowing intimacy, you asked me: what is your name?

There I remembered that I had not had lunch, that after finishing there was not going to be a farewell charged with the same passion and I got up, I fastened my pants, I said another name, and when leaving that house I blocked the contact of your profile of Grindr.

A pleasure to have met you, Eduardo.