Latin Spice

I love living in Miami. The hot salsa sounds, the beautiful beaches, the interesting people are all fascinating to me. I feel so sexy today and can barely keep my mind on my work. The moon is full and is pulling at me so fiercely that I leave work early and zip home. My blood is hot and my eyes are wild with the thought of going out to stalk my destiny. I bathe and ready myself for my nocturnal adventure. I wear a simple slinky dress that enhances my slight figure. Credit card in hand I jam over to the hottest Cuban restaurant in town. I make a reservation to eat then find a table at the bar. "I'll have a Tanqueray and tonic with a twist." Sipping my drink as I take in the scene, I relax and enjoy the beat of the Latin music. I order another drink feeling warm and rosy.

My table is finally ready and I'm hungry for something spicy. I order, not really knowing just exactly what it was that I ordered. That made it all the better. I notice two men across the room from me and my eyes become transfixed as one of the men looks to my gaze, his eyes stopping to meet mine. I give him one of my cat looks and continue with my meal. He is beautiful; tall, sleek and olive skinned. His black hair is short and well styled. His mouth is full and sensual. As he licks his lips tastefully my eyes begin to widen at the prospect before me. I continue eating and make an attempt not to stare but his pull is magnetic. I can't help but glance over every few minutes. The waiter approaches with a red rose and tells me that the gentleman has sent it to me with a note attached. "Would you like to join my brother and I for dessert? I would be honored to have you sit at my table." It was signed "Evaristo."

I look at him, smile and nod. Approaching their table I stand over Evaristo and thank him for the lovely rose. Evaristo rises and seats me at the table. The waiter brings the dessert tray and we order several yummies. The three of us laugh and talk comfortably then Evaristo's brother excuses himself, leaving Ev and I together. We decide to call a cab and go dancing. I am so attracted to this man, he is so warm and genuine.

We order a cola and hit the dance floor immediately. The colors, the sound of the bass, and the scent of humanity pull me into an erotic high. We dance hard, holding onto one another at times, moving in a synchronized dance of what we knew would transpire between us. Before the night ends I am melting into his arms. We were inseparable. He took my face in his hands and kissed me gently on the lips, then moved to my ear whispering "You fill me with desire but we must wait because we will only ruin it if we rush into love so quickly. You and I know that it is inevitable." By the end of the night I'm tired but can't pull away from him.

He kisses me again until I'm burning out of control. I want him now so badly I can taste it! Evaristo strokes my breast lightly then moves his hands to my hips. "I want to make love to you. Not just jump on you in a selfish frenzy. I wish to take my time savoring every minute. Let's call a cab." We snuggled in the back of the cab on our way to my house. Words were unnecessary. He kissed me again, his full lips enveloping mine. "I'll call you around 10:00. Let's have breakfast and a walk." I entered my apt. In disbelief, I went to bed holding the rose and dosed off to awaken to the phones ringing. "Good morning my darling are you ready for breakfast?" "Pick me up in an hour." I answer softly. I knew he would call, as true love never lies. "My plane is waiting for us on the runway. We are going to Martinique for breakfast." My heart is beating hard as I dress for "my date". Soon a Limo pulls into the parking lot and I peer down to see Evaristo climbing out of it. He rings my bell. "Are you ready to go?" he smiles warmly. "I've never been more ready in my life Ev." We leave together, holding hands feeling giddy with love. "I could get used to this!" I say only half joking. "Good I'm glad to hear that because I only want to make you happy. I believe I'm falling in love with you!"