The Memory of Ulises
I had met many men through the internet, each encounter a fleeting moment of curiosity and physical release. I had experienced a variety of bodies and desires, but nothing had truly anchored me until the day I met Ulises in a quiet park in Guayaquil. He stood there, neatly groomed and poised, with a polite smile that masked the raw magnetism I felt the moment our hands touched.
We walked a short distance to his home, the air between us thick with an unspoken tension. Once inside, the conversation was a mere formality, a bridge to the inevitable. As we sat on the edge of the bed, my nerves flared despite my experience. I reached out, feeling the impressive girth of him through his trousers, and the spark was instantaneous. When we finally stripped away our clothes, I was breathless; he possessed a thick, curved member that seemed designed specifically for my pleasure.
The intimacy was primal. I surrendered to him completely, savoring the musky, masculine scent of his skin that drove me into a frenzy. I worshipped him with my tongue, exploring every inch from his base to the crown, feeling a strange, liberating sense of femininity in my submission. He returned the favor, his tongue tracing the sensitive contours of my backside, teasing and biting until I was arching against the sheets in desperation.
When I could no longer bear the anticipation, I begged him to enter me. He slid in slowly, filling me with a pressure that felt like floating on a cloud. As he shifted me into all fours, he began to pump with a rhythmic, powerful force. I could feel the heavy slap of his body against mine, the sensation of being stretched and claimed. He gripped my waist tightly, driving deep, making me moan with a pleasure so intense it felt as though I were being split open and reborn all at once.
We ended the afternoon locked in a passionate kiss, leaving me exhausted and satisfied. It took a year before our paths crossed again, but from that moment on, Ulises became my obsession. Despite the complexities of my personal life and my relationship with a woman, Ulises was the only one who could unlock this hidden part of me. He became my secret sanctuary, the man whose strength and size I craved above all others.
Now, the silence between our encounters is a torture. My body aches for the memory of him, for the feeling of his warmth filling me completely. I find myself searching for him, driven by a hunger that refuses to be satiated. He is more than just a lover; he is the only man who truly knows how to possess me, and I would give anything to feel him inside me once more.