Best friends are the absolute best thing in the world, without a doubt! Denise is married now, but instead of it separating us, now her husband is a part of our crowd. And the Saturday before Easter we all got together and went to this very cool bar around here, Vechio Giorgio.

And what is my surprise when I see her best friend recently ex engaged, married, living in Mars or whatever whom I didn"t see since high school. He was always cute, looked a bit like Tom Cruise, but not exactly my style so far!! He now looks amazing, charming, intelligent, great conversation, cool (hanging out with a gay friend, me likyyyyy!!), just full of adjectives.

A pleasant conversation lead to another, one thing lead to another, a hand here lead to another hand there, and when I least expected we were making out on the bathroom of a friend’s flat, on an after party. But it was really not that crowded, really not ok, so we decided to head someplace else.

Minutes later, on his building elevator, he was turning me inside out. My eyes facing the wall, my back facing his chest, his arms holding mine above my head, a little preview of what was about to happen. Excellent! Specially because he realized despite me being in control of everything that happens in my life  or exactly because of that this is the type of situation in which I appreciate being controlled.

On my way from the elevator to the door I, accidentally of course, dropped my dress letting him watch me walk my way covered by almost invisible Victoria`s Secret panties, balancing myself over extremely high Manolo Blahnik stilettos.

He must have loved the scene because the minute we entered the door he pulled me by the legs (I presume my alcoholic state was not exactly trustworthy for the lack of details I find in my mind) and took me up his shoulders against the wall. I must admit this is not my favourite dish on the menu, but I sure enjoy ordering it from time to time.

Next scene I remember takes place in the bedroom. Me against the wall again. He holds my arms up my head again. Completely under control again. He kisses down my neck, my back, the line of my hips. Then he stops right in between my legs and just breaths. He is smelling me, I know. The only thing I see is the wall. The only thing I feel is his breath in between my legs. Smelling me, feeling me, driving me out of my head. I feel like screaming. I shout from the top of my lungs. He throws me in the bed. I don"t resist, just wait completely subjugated.

I feel he is moving apart from my body condom, I presume. So I decide to turn around and take part in the events. Turning point: he is lying on his back, opening the little package with his teeth. But my eyes were drowned to a different region of his gorgeous body. That had stopped being a phallus before 15 I suppose; but all I know is now it is a príapo, in all its splendour. In my mind, a choral sung: oooooohhhhhhh, I swear to Jah! The role of dominator began that very moment.

I didn"t think twice. This was nothing but a beautiful wild stallion and I had to mount it. So I just kept on riding and riding for hours in a row, enjoying as much as I could. And, baby, did I enjoy it!! So did he, I reckon.

By the way, he lives in Blumenau, place of the second largest Oktoberfest in the world except for München, so prose it! Or wurst, whatever