As we were laying on the white sand of Northern’s Coast beach, enjoying the breeze and the sun while we were sharing one Heineken bottle, I asked him:
“How would you define Good Sex?”
He looked at me and said:
“It’s the one that you think of later and masturbate”.
"Cuz I believe I know I will find it
All I need is written within me
I was only asking if you'd ride with me
Through this thing called life
I was only asking if you'd ride with me
Through this thing called life"- Nadia Ali. Embers.
For the first time I get home and reopen my date's profile, browse his two pictures and notice that he was wearing the same swim suite while I was with him. I smile, remembering the twenty-four hours I spent at his sea-side house. I genuinely enjoyed my time in an indescribable way doing all my most pleasurable activities, from sipping beer on the beach with his company to cooking, smoking a dubie, listening to chill out, deep and progressive house; and ending with sensational sex in the garden.
I fell into his laughter and hazel eyes. Different. Real. Experimented. Human.
I am just worried: I want more. Very much more. And it is scaring me.
