Once I met a guy at a Brazilian restaurant that transformed into a club at night. It had a techno room, a hip hop room and a salsa merengue room. Being the fickle girl that I am, I liked to move between rooms so I wouldn’t get bored. There were usually hot young Latinos there, my favorite flavor of that decade. I saw him from behind. Tall, muscular caramel-skinned. Call him Diego, he was 22. Diego’s tight round ass looked nice in those nice fitting khakis. With the military style belt and the close cut hair, I had to approach and ask him if he was in the service. He grinned and showed a dimple on one side, and told me “no” and I don’t remember what else he said because I was imagining him naked.
So we got to dancing and later I took him home and we got naked and had some fun. We spent time together after that and although he told me he wasn’t ready for a relationship, I was young and stupid enough to think I could change his mind. Of course, Diego realized I wanted to get serious and cut me loose. I was heartbroken. A few months later he called, but with an ulterior motive. He wanted to do a threesome. He and I and a male friend. I was not into it. I wanted him and only him. I didn’t want to be used like that. But after a few conversations of him cajoling, I gave in, because I would do anything to get him back. But with conditions.
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