Stallion Missteps

So it had been a few days since our kiss outside the club. Lorenzo and I were knee-deep in a budding relationship. The thing about Lorenzo, he was good at the word-sparring, which is another check for him on the list of things I liked. We bantered. We teased. We had our sweet moments. He knew how to play. It was a good thing we planned to meet at a local art festival because I was ready for the fun to get a bit more physical.

That evening, we met on the outskirts of the festival. The first thing I noticed was how our connection so easily carried over from our night at the club. The sparks were there.

Dancing in The Parking Lot

We danced all night. It was the best kind of escape from a busy week and the stressors of life. I felt like I was learning, like I could learn more with him. And since dance is one of the most important things in my life, it was an amazing feeling to have that connection. Especially with a guy who could dance like Lorenzo. He was smooth, passionate, connected and in the moment. In between songs we laughed and talked. And underneath the table, we touched. His knee against mine. His hand tapping my leg whenever he wanted my attention. I did the same, as well. The contact was something we hadn’t experienced before and I felt that wonderful drop in my stomach. Maybe this could be something?

My First Sex Video

I set my iPhone down on the hotel’s table and checked the angle of the camera. Just right. I had a clear view of the bed where I’d be fucking Armando in just a few short hours. I’d be upfront about it, of course. And I knew he wouldn’t mind. This was just something I needed to hold me over while he was away, a visual of the amazing times I’d had with him, a video of our time together that was all for me.

My heart did it’s racing thing. I had never recorded myself having sex and I wasn’t sure what to expect or how I’d feel about it. There was excitement to be sure. To actually watch him kiss me, caress me, fuck me. I wanted to take in his pleasure from this new angle, like a spectator looking in on our shared fantasy. Yes.