After our mini honeymoon I didn't communicate with Vicente or he with me, I think we both knew that ours couldn't go on, at least not with the intensity with which we were living it. We were falling in love more and more due to my sentimental situation, I didn't want to have to choose between my family and him because I didn't know what to do. When I went to visit him at his pension after work, I would feel like staying and making love all night with him. And I knew that if we kept going on, in some moment I would go crazy and then everything would come crashing down on me. Finally, after thinking about it for several days, I decided it was better to have him half-heartedly than not at all, but I wanted to know if he agreed to be occasional lovers, seeing each other from time to time to satisfy those passion sparks that one incited in the other.
I arrived at the pension anxious to see him, but when I was climbing the stairs, the landlady says:
-The gentleman... isn't here, he left a couple of days ago-
My soul fell to the ground upon hearing it.
-Can't be, if he didn't tell me anything- I said.
-Sorry, he was a good tenant- she lamented.
-But... did he leave any address or something? Anything at all?- I asked, already desperate.
-No, nothing- she shrugged. –I think he's from Tucumán, maybe he went back to his hometown-
I didn't know what to say to her. Then it seemed like she remembered something.
-Ah, you're Mariela, aren't you?-
-Yes- I answered with a thread of hope.
-He left this note at your name- she said, handing me the envelope. I must have gone crazy in Mandarin Chinese for not having him tell me that from the beginning. The envelope had my name written on it, inside there was a letter, what it says I'll keep to myself, only saying he left because he didn't want to make us or himself any more pain. To understand, I'll just transcribe one paragraph of all the things he wrote: I who lost my family can tell you better than anyone Important that you have your loved ones by your side. As you said, I would have liked to form a new family with you and make more children after each other, but you already had yours, and it's them you need to take care of and love. I don't want you to make a mistake that one day you'll blame me for. I love and thank you for everything you did for me, now it's my time to do something for you, that's why I'm leaving...
I left the pension with tears in my eyes. I tried to call his cell phone but it was out of range. I felt desolate, not knowing what to do. Like an automaton, I arrived at the subway mouth, line D and got on a train going to Congress of Tucumán.
At that hour, few people were traveling, so I sat down without reacting yet. Then I realized that a guy around 40 was sitting in front of me staring at my legs without hiding it. For a moment I felt like telling him off, but then I thought better of it, since with such a disappointment weighing on me, I didn't want to be alone. I got up and sat down next to him.
- Are you traveling alone? - I asked him openly.
Minutes later we were furiously making out in a hotel in Belgrano. I wanted him to take me badly, hurt me, make me feel pain. I challenged him to take me like he had never taken anyone before and he responded with a force that made me come for the first time post-Vicente. But even though we were making love with someone else, I was still thinking of him, feeling his aroma, his fervor until the moment of orgasm when I realized the difference - this one didn't finish inside me, I didn't feel his nectar dissolving in my interior, mixing with my own essence, forming its own flow. This stranger had put on a condom that contained the discharge I couldn't enjoy as I should have. After finishing, although I told him I wasn't charging, he insisted on paying.
- What you did doesn't come for free, it deserves a reward - he said.
I didn't argue and accepted the money, but already in the street I gave it back to... first indigent I cross. The next day, barely arriving at the office, I check the system for Vicente's information, finding out he canceled his insurance two days ago. I can't believe it. I feel devastated. At noon, I'll take my usual yogurt in the square on the way back. I review my phone several times to see if I have any messages from Vicente, but there's nothing. Then I see him coming, no, not Vicente, but that same kid from a while ago, with skate. He wears a private school uniform and looks more muscular, his hair shorter, as if his hormones are acting up when he sees me. He passes by me, looking at me sideways, but doesn't dare say anything, although we've exchanged greetings a few times already. Then, once again, I take the initiative.
-Hi- I say to him.
The kid stops and looks around to make sure I'm talking to him. He hesitates for a moment, unsure of what to say, and then I save him from the situation again.
-Come, sit down, are you in a hurry?- I say, showing him the empty space next to me.
-Eh... no... I'm not in a hurry...- he stammers.
He looks nervous and incredulous at what's happening. We chat for a bit until my lunch break is over. From our conversation, without needing him to tell me anything, I realize he doesn't have a girlfriend, never had one, is a virgin, and will dedicate an hour to me when we get home. This excites me. He tells me his name is Leonel or Leo, whichever I prefer, and that he's... well, I'll keep his age for now, so as not to give away too much, haha. He's still in high school, although I've always liked men who are a bit older, it occurred to me that experimenting with someone still going through adolescence might be interesting. That is, if you know what I mean, and I'm willing to do the work, patient and fine-tuned as it may be. You have to take it slow with him, and I'm ready to do so, I want to be his first woman, the one who turns him into a man. That might help me forget about Vicente, to let him go and remember him as what he was, a sweet whim of my heart.
I arrived at the pension anxious to see him, but when I was climbing the stairs, the landlady says:
-The gentleman... isn't here, he left a couple of days ago-
My soul fell to the ground upon hearing it.
-Can't be, if he didn't tell me anything- I said.
-Sorry, he was a good tenant- she lamented.
-But... did he leave any address or something? Anything at all?- I asked, already desperate.
-No, nothing- she shrugged. –I think he's from Tucumán, maybe he went back to his hometown-
I didn't know what to say to her. Then it seemed like she remembered something.
-Ah, you're Mariela, aren't you?-
-Yes- I answered with a thread of hope.
-He left this note at your name- she said, handing me the envelope. I must have gone crazy in Mandarin Chinese for not having him tell me that from the beginning. The envelope had my name written on it, inside there was a letter, what it says I'll keep to myself, only saying he left because he didn't want to make us or himself any more pain. To understand, I'll just transcribe one paragraph of all the things he wrote: I who lost my family can tell you better than anyone Important that you have your loved ones by your side. As you said, I would have liked to form a new family with you and make more children after each other, but you already had yours, and it's them you need to take care of and love. I don't want you to make a mistake that one day you'll blame me for. I love and thank you for everything you did for me, now it's my time to do something for you, that's why I'm leaving...
I left the pension with tears in my eyes. I tried to call his cell phone but it was out of range. I felt desolate, not knowing what to do. Like an automaton, I arrived at the subway mouth, line D and got on a train going to Congress of Tucumán.
At that hour, few people were traveling, so I sat down without reacting yet. Then I realized that a guy around 40 was sitting in front of me staring at my legs without hiding it. For a moment I felt like telling him off, but then I thought better of it, since with such a disappointment weighing on me, I didn't want to be alone. I got up and sat down next to him.
- Are you traveling alone? - I asked him openly.
Minutes later we were furiously making out in a hotel in Belgrano. I wanted him to take me badly, hurt me, make me feel pain. I challenged him to take me like he had never taken anyone before and he responded with a force that made me come for the first time post-Vicente. But even though we were making love with someone else, I was still thinking of him, feeling his aroma, his fervor until the moment of orgasm when I realized the difference - this one didn't finish inside me, I didn't feel his nectar dissolving in my interior, mixing with my own essence, forming its own flow. This stranger had put on a condom that contained the discharge I couldn't enjoy as I should have. After finishing, although I told him I wasn't charging, he insisted on paying.
- What you did doesn't come for free, it deserves a reward - he said.
I didn't argue and accepted the money, but already in the street I gave it back to... first indigent I cross. The next day, barely arriving at the office, I check the system for Vicente's information, finding out he canceled his insurance two days ago. I can't believe it. I feel devastated. At noon, I'll take my usual yogurt in the square on the way back. I review my phone several times to see if I have any messages from Vicente, but there's nothing. Then I see him coming, no, not Vicente, but that same kid from a while ago, with skate. He wears a private school uniform and looks more muscular, his hair shorter, as if his hormones are acting up when he sees me. He passes by me, looking at me sideways, but doesn't dare say anything, although we've exchanged greetings a few times already. Then, once again, I take the initiative.
-Hi- I say to him.
The kid stops and looks around to make sure I'm talking to him. He hesitates for a moment, unsure of what to say, and then I save him from the situation again.
-Come, sit down, are you in a hurry?- I say, showing him the empty space next to me.
-Eh... no... I'm not in a hurry...- he stammers.
He looks nervous and incredulous at what's happening. We chat for a bit until my lunch break is over. From our conversation, without needing him to tell me anything, I realize he doesn't have a girlfriend, never had one, is a virgin, and will dedicate an hour to me when we get home. This excites me. He tells me his name is Leonel or Leo, whichever I prefer, and that he's... well, I'll keep his age for now, so as not to give away too much, haha. He's still in high school, although I've always liked men who are a bit older, it occurred to me that experimenting with someone still going through adolescence might be interesting. That is, if you know what I mean, and I'm willing to do the work, patient and fine-tuned as it may be. You have to take it slow with him, and I'm ready to do so, I want to be his first woman, the one who turns him into a man. That might help me forget about Vicente, to let him go and remember him as what he was, a sweet whim of my heart.
60 comentários - A sweet whim
Seria muy agradable para todos tus seguidores, que poco a poco vayas insertando imagenes de tu bellisimo cuerpo, obviamente sin mostrarse la cara.
Un beso
GONZALO J.
Vamos a ver como sigue esta nueva etapa!
Gracias por compartir
ojalá puedas contestar mi MP, jejeje.... saludos!
Interesante tu historia, triste pero esperado el final. A veces el corazon es caprichoso, pero hay esperanza. Aparentemente tenes un corazon fuerte y un libido insaciable.
Vas a estar bien, gracias por compartir. gran relato sin tanta leche, pijas y cogidas de por medio.
PD: me encanto lo de poeta del engaño... jaja
Un fenomeno Vicente,y espero que con el pibe del skate lo desvirgues y lo dejes loco de la vida a puro polvo 😃. Besos andes bien.
(aca viene el mangazo)))
Yo te consuelo de la forma que quieras jee posta jaaa 😘
Lastima lo de Vicente.
Pero bueno, de a poco iras sanando. El mundo continua girando... y ojala en esos giros nos crucemos en el subte 😉
habla bien de vos
beso