Summer Heat

I'm in the mood to re-post this one from 6/10. It may be due to my personal "drought." Or perhaps it's because summer is stepping in. Then again, I'm likely just being lazy. Whatever the reason(s), enjoy the heat and happy summer!

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We met at the mineral baths. The afternoon sun pierced through the clouds, with sounds of waves thrusting against the rocks far below. He said he remembered me from when I first arrived. Flattered, I played it cool. "You do?" I asked casually. You are so damn cute, I could @!#$%* you right now, I thought. Damn, that heat! I nervously sputtered a few more words. His smile calmed me.

I didn't plan on anything like this, but I decided to give into my desires and enjoy every second of it. It was my birthday trip, after all. Life had been stressful, and I hadn't been close to a man in, well, far too long.

His touch was magically warm, sweet, and seductive. He fully focused on me. I can honestly say, too, that I thought only of him. I'll spare the details, except to share that he was really, really good and very giving. He seemed to know exactly how to meet my needs.

Eventually, I was in such a heavenly state that he assumed I was asleep. I wasn't, but he walked away anyway. Truthfully, I was too satisfied to feel any sense of weirdness or disappointment. When he didn't return, I got up slowly, to gather my clothes.

I took a few steps, and there he was. He even asked how I was feeling. I wanted to say, "Wow. Wow again. And more wows. You have no idea. I haven't been touched like that in..well, maybe not ever before. Kindly do it again. And again. And again. Please!" In real life, though, I tried to be suave. "Thank you for the great massage," I managed to articulate. I proceeded to leave him a huge tip.