After my 1st marriage ended, I met a Cuban one summer night in South Beach, Miami. I don’t remember why I was at a bar alone or what I was wearing; what I do remember was that I was immediately drawn to his confidence. He sweated testosterone, walked like Denzell, and spoke Spanish with an uncompromising accent. I noticed him as soon as he strolled into the bar. He signaled to the bartender and ordered Vodka with cranberry. It was the 90’s when people still danced but before designer Vodka and bottle service.
It wasn’t long before he noticed that I wanted his attention so he sent me a drink. I was impressed, because I was barely 21 and GREEN as hell. “Thank you for the drink,” I smiled at him with starry eyes not really knowing what else to say. “No problem, I am Avi, and you are?” he held out his hand as if he wanted me to shake it. But when I extended it, he lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it. How cliché yet, I blushed like a school girl and could not meet his gaze. I balanced my ass on the bar stool next to him, leaning in so I could take in his essence. He kept the conversation going by asking me questions as if he was genuinely interested in what I had to say. I was intrigued.
We moved to the lounge area when the bar gathered a crowd. We sat on an orange crushed velvet sofa tucked away from the dance floor but not out of view. We spent the night talking about nothing. At 2AM he asked if I wanted to come back to his hotel room. I had no idea how that worked or if I should say no when I really wanted to say YES! I was just “playing” grown, but at that moment I knew that I really wasn’t because I could not make the choice I wanted without feeling like I would be judged. He did not seem bothered by my indecision nor did he try to convince me, he just yawned a bit and said casually, “I am about to get out of here, are you coming with me or no?” He extended his hand and looked directly in my eyes as if he knew I would not say, no.
“When was the last time you been fucked?” His breath quickened as his voice became more menacing yet seductive. “Feels like no one has been taking care of this pussy” His hand brushed against the wettest part of my panties while his middle finger explored inside. “Dame tu lengua,”his finger, the same one that had been frolicking around in my pussy moments before was suddenly in my mouth. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed the sweet and salty taste of my excitement.
I felt my panties roll down below my knees as Avi palmed my ass and planted his face between my firm butt cheeks. My knees buckled when his tongue met my clitoris for the first time while I scratched at the wall paper. Without any relief his tongue danced on the surface of my clitoris while he banged my pussy with his finger. It sent me into a stupefied orgasmic dreamland that made every little touch, more pleasing. It was already 2:45AM and that was just foreplay.
“You want this dick?” His raspy voice deep in my ear vibrating in places I never expected. “Do you want this dick, tell me what you want…Tell me,” his chest pressed hard against my back, heart pounding like some hip hop beat with heavy bass. My body was convulsing uncontrollably and nothing I said made sense. “Tell me,” he repeated firmly with his hand gripped firmly around my neck.
Whoa…I had seen it before in a Red Shoe Diary on Showtime. The woman initiated the choking by requesting her mate to choke her with a satin sash. It didn’t end well for her but that thought was too far from my head to tell him to stop. His hard grip around my throat accelerated my anticipation of him entering me. I felt the rise in his jeans rubbing against my bare ass. He was hard and I wanted him like no other man before. “FUCK ME,” I whispered between gasps.
His grip around my neck tightened, “say it again,” he nibbled on my ear and licked the outer edge while he prepared to slide in.
“Fuck me,” I repeated in desperation. The shock of the size of him spreading my walls into a woman was too much; I swooned like a sea Siren tempting him with each note to ravage me. I wanted every inch of him again, and again. He carried me to the bed where he spread my legs and teased my wet outer lips with the tip of his cock. My back arched as I slid upward, he grabbed my thighs and pushed his way into me. Avi stretched my legs high and back towards the headboard as he milled deep and precisely on the spot that forced me to scream his name, “AVI!!! OH MY GAWD!!!” nothing could control me after that. I wanted to run; I wanted to scream, I wanted MORE! it wasn't the first time I had ever experienced an orgasm, but that night I reached another level of ecstasy.
“Are you going to let me have this pussy again?” His eyes met mine and I looked away, the connection was too strong and I had no defense against his power. He could have asked for anything, social security number, paycheck, WHATEVER. After a second of no response from me, he intensified his stroke clutched my neck and repeated without hesitation, “Are you going to let me have this pussy again?”
“Yes,” I could not shout it loud enough. I lost myself in his eyes as he drilled determined to make me his sex slave for a short term of eternity. “Yes!” I wanted to be sure he knew I wanted more of him. He flipped me over and slapped my ass for novelty purposes before he went in again, the red digits on the hotel room clock read 3:31AM, I knew I needed to leave because I had to be back on the beach for work at 6AM. But I could not make him stop even if I wanted him to, my body defied my brain and kept pulling him back in with moans of pleasure.
WHO WAS THIS MAN??? My husband never did ANY of this and he certainly never spoke to me while we were “making love”. For the first time, my mind was present and in sync with my body. It was like he was conducting some complex symphony with my body, and he played all night.
It wasn’t long before he owned me. My body belonged to him without question or hesitation. Any thought of him immediately escalated into a sexual fantasy that I could not wait to share with only him. We spent 14 months fornicating all over Miami trying to outdo the last. On the 25th floor of my balcony: in the stairwell of various parking garages on South Beach, in the alley behind Versace’s house, on beach during the day, in the phone booth at Glam nightclub, in the back of the limo while the driver watched, in my building elevator while security watched and so on. He devoured me every opportunity and groomed me, to be his perfect slut for any occasion. What Avi did was expose me to my inner freak and allowed me to express myself sexually without judgement. He encouraged debauchery and sexual exploration with him and others. I will always love him for that. He was certainly a hard act to follow.
When Avi and I separated it broke my heart, not because I would never see him again but because I knew I would never meet another man that would allow me to be that FREE.
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