The Man of My Dreams is a Habanero
(Boston, MA, USA)
We met on a dating site.
I saw his picture and thought he was adorable and I asked him about places to go and he told me to be careful when I was in Havana. We talked about art and culture across the Internet and before I knew it we were trading pictures of paintings. we agreed that it would be fun to go to some art galleries together and meet some artists. We set up a time and a place to meet in the lobby of my hotel.
We had talked about a lot more than paintings by the time I got to Havana and I was so excited because the conversation was so easy and enjoyable and his pictures were handsome, sexy, sophisticated and I felt attarction for him and my research trip took on new meaning. We spoke on the phone from USA to Havana and I was in love with his voice andattarcted to his personality. This man is not only smart, but he is one Communist hunk and I can get my thoughts off his body.
Well, the day comes and it is full of sexual energy and tension of the best sort. I come down the elevator and there he is, I see him right away, before I even open the door I see him through the window with the most wonderful handsome tall smile. He is gorgeous. I mean, drop-dead gorgeous.
We head over to his place in Havana Vieja and it is so cute and full of nice paintings. Before we head for dinner he tells me will take a shower and I sit outside on the terrace. I hear the water running and wish I was with him. I am sitting there and he opens the window and invites me to join him. I jump up and say I'll be right there. I open the door of the baño and there is he in all his manliness. In no time I am in the shower with him and he is washing me all over and me him with the window open and the Havana moon. I loved him from the elevator and 45 days later I love him even more. We write every day. We talk about the times we spent together and I tell him I cannot live without him now, that he is the man I have always been searching for and the man I want to be like.
We begin to plan a future together.
This is true love. Havana love. There is nothing plastic, or drunken about it, but the real thing. We cannot get our minds off of one another. I will see him next month. I want to be married to him. I tell him that where I live 2 men can be married and he is shy and not sure, but I am not. This man is solid humanness. He has a heart of gold, he knows how to love kindly and deeply, he kisses me and I melt, he touches me and I fall into his heart.
I touch him and his voice gets soft. I tell him I love him and he tells me no one has ever told him that and he has no one in his life so dedicated to me.
It's possible. We spent hours and hours exploring each others minds. This man is perfect for me. Our sex is wonderful. I have never reached climax like the ones he has brought me to over and over again. Good luck, but be careful. There is gold there in Havana. Go to the museums and look for the smart ones.