BY THE RIVER

Today is Friday. Some coworkers invite me to stay and have a few beers after work. They're nice people. I've had erotic fantasies about some of them, especially one we call Papuchi, because despite his tough appearance, he's a real softie with his twins.

But I'm not staying today. I want something more than a fantasy. I want something tangible, something hot, that will stain my hands, my mouth... my ass.

If my coworkers knew...

I take my car, nothing special. My salary doesn't allow for more.

I drive with some excitement. I just hope the excuse I gave (that my mother is a bit unwell) and the disappointed looks from my coworkers because I didn't stay will be enough. And I'll find what I need.

But you know how it is, going out to look for something doesn't guarantee success. You take a chance. Then, circumstances decide. But today, I need... Today, I don't know why, I feel especially needy. It must be my hormones, the moon, or my biorhythms.

I cross the city. The sun sets. My desire makes me vibrate. Memories of other moments I've experienced where I'm headed, by the river, flood my mind. I always hope it will happen again like it did with that painter and decorator. How he kissed! And he didn't get bored. And after so much play in the woods, immersed in darkness, he said: "I'm going to fuck you very slowly, so you can come at your own pace."

Just his words made me cum. And then he did it. My ass, a real sucker, was well split by that painter with a thick brush.

"Give me your phone number," he said when we finished. But I'm an idiot, and I gave him a fake one. And I've never seen him again.

I don't know how many times I've jerked off thinking about how he fucked me. I've lost count.

But what I don't lose is the hope of experiencing something like that again. Or similar.

Enough! What a way to obsess over things! Any contact that happens will be welcome. Anything that gives me the pleasure I need. Because I need it.

I put on my favorite CD, "Love Deluxe". Sade sings. The city lights have already turned on. I cross the bridge over the river. I turn left. It's a secluded area. I see buildings in the distance. On the other side of the river, there are streetlights that reflect off the calm water. Their distant glow casts a faint possibility over these penumbras of tangled vegetation.

I see another parked car. My heart dances with excitement.

I enter the thicket. I know the main paths. Then there are the secondary ones that get lost in the dense undergrowth, where there are spaces where two bodies can talk... Yes, talk.

Who will I "talk" to in this twilight?

I hear a rustling of branches that have moved. I approach the place where the noise came from. I see a man. He's circling another. He puts his hand on the other's crotch. They touch. It excites me to see them. What a moment when you put ...