A Hispanic Woman Who Knows What She Wants

SpicAndSpan wrote:

Your profile popped up out of the blue as I was checking out the 'racial slurs while fucking' fetish. It stood out, in more ways than one. And on top of everything, we're in the same city.

I don't usually message first, but something told me we could have some fun. Hit me up so we can see if my sixth sense was right... Papi. ;)

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I rolled my eyes at her username, though like mine, it did get the point across.

Her profile had me half-hard just reading. She poured on about her love of white men, her kinks did indeed overlap with mine a great deal. And then there were her pictures.

She was short, and just barely too curvy to be petite. Bottom-heavy, with a fantastic ass displayed sultrily in fishnets in one picture. In every single picture, regardless of how dressed she was, everything from her posture to her expression was just begging to be fucked. No, begging to be taken. Her instincts had been right--I would have a lot of fun with her.

I ignored the little voice that wondered if I could really take it where she wanted me to, where my profile suggested I would, and messaged her back.

I will spare you the details. The next night, I arrived at a downtown apartment on the third floor. The sun was just sinking, turning half the sky a molten orange, throwing dramatic shadows. The evening felt--momentous. As though a great weight was just waiting to fall, or waiting to be lifted.

The apartment complex was in-between. One step removed from the kind of roach traps you have nightmares about, one step removed from the **** and the crime. And yet a step removed from a place you'd like to stay, if you had a choice. The paint was peeling and the red bricks were chipped and scarred, but nothing seemed on the verge of falling apart.

I climbed two flights of dusty stairs and stood before 3C, feeling exposed as I watched the wrong end of the peephole. I didn't know whether I'd have time to psych myself up, so I just took a long breath and let it out in a sigh, shrugged my shoulders, and knocked.