I can't stop looking at it and imagining so many things. Fuck! Why does he have to be so handsome and sensual? With that sexual aura that he gives off in his wake and that makes me want to yell at him: ‘take me’.At times, I want to go and get away from all this that he represents, but deep inside I don't want to. I long to continue to see him and to remember every second we spent together. Damn it! I have to admit, I haven't been able to stop thinking about Daniel, not a single second since the day I decided to put an end to our summer romance. Because, that's supposed to have come to an end, right?The last thing I thought, when I woke up this morning, was that I was going to see him again and that I was going to feel all these things that I feel. My heart beats fast.I look at Lara who is to my right, doing everything Daniel demands that we do. She is concentrating on the exercises, while I look like a human pretzel trying to keep my balance so I

Before opening the door, he makes sure no one sees him. Acting on instinct, because reason, sanity, good sense, and anything like that, have been tied to the treadmill. He looks around and makes sure there is no one else besides his tender victim. He locks the door, once the perimeter is secured. He hears the shower water running. A Machiavellian smile peeks out on her lips.“Lara?” Harper's voice echoes through the room. “Could you please pass me the soap? I put it on the bench, next to the bag.”A gentle click tells him that the plastic door is unlocked. He rubs his hands maliciously and savors the moment.Daniel is a first-rate shameless, lacking in modesty, so he doesn't think twice when taking off his clothes. He's used to doing it. Shower sex scenes are a cliché in adult cinema. However, with Harper it is a risk, as he has no idea how she will react to his daringness.The plan is simple, he has done it before and

It's almost nine at night and I'm free now. It has been quite a hectic day. Oh yes! After Isaac, I attended to Leslie, followed by Paul, to finish with Tom. Four out of five clients. Not bad.I feel very exhausted and all I want is to go home, take a hot bath in the tub and go to sleep until tomorrow, but instead my destiny is different.I grip my hands on the wheel of my car and start tapping my fingers gently, following the rhythm of the music. I smile like a fool when I realize what song it is. It's not the kind of music I would normally listen to, but for some strange reason, I really want to hear it. My heart races and the face of a certain little person appears in my mind. The club isn't the best place to find a loverSo the bar is where I goMe and my friends at the table doing shotsDrinking fast and then we talk slowCome over and start up a conversation with just

Harper has become a beautiful distraction. Thanks to her, all the stress about the opening of my restaurant has taken a back seat. Her mere memory makes me smile like a fool.Today was also a very exhausting day, with the difference that it was not as fun as yesterday.I haven't seen her today, and I couldn't stop thinking about her, not for a single second. Thinking of Harper no longer causes me despair, quite the opposite, I love that she is the owner of my thoughts!I finish buttoning my shirt and check my hair again in front of the mirror. I apply some lotion and put on my leather jacket. Ready to go in search of the woman who has turned me into a stupid lover! I am no longer ashamed or afraid to admit it. I am hopelessly in love with a woman whose name I hardly know, who has a little brother named Henry, who is the heir to a gas station, where she works, who has a crazy friend named Lara, who is not very skilled at Pilates, and she has a heart-shaped mole o

I hate cliches. I really hate them. However, at this moment, I feel that I am living inside one. I, a man who have never fallen in love, who have lived all my life freely, without ties of any kind, enjoying good sex with beautiful ladies. A complete Casanova in so much that I have fled from commitment since I can remember! Reduced to this, feeling so fragile and so exposed, hanging by a thread, and about to lose my mind for a woman (if I have not already lost her).I can't help but look at her and feel my heart race. I smile like an idiot I know I have everything to lose.I look at the woman lying next to me and I can't help but think that she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.“What are you thinking about?” Her voice takes me out of my thoughts.“I think of how beautiful you are,” I answer simply.She smiles broadly and I can tell a certain blush creep up on her cheeks. I smile too. I love seeing her like th