Umami by Quinny Martínez

Umami es el preámbulo de lo que vendrá…

Gobblers / Masticadores

Dressed in a lustful black, he entered that door that saturday night; he looked at me from head to toe; I was expectant, exalted, perfumed, made up. Resolutely and decisively wanting to touch him. He kissed my mouth softly while my carnal self, struggled to maintain composure and not stick my tongue until I could ring the bell that adorns the portal of his penetrating and delicious voice.

I warmed up; I could feel the blushing of my red face after those kisses of good omen. We went out to the street holding hands, while the taste of his umami was still on the tip of my lips, pricking my tongue to say something “inappropriate.” I felt the power between my legs; it was a real first date, the first conscious date of my adult life, it was perfect, an erotic dream come true. I was living every minute like…

Ver la entrada original 184 palabras más

8 comentarios sobre “Umami by Quinny Martínez


Introduce tus datos o haz clic en un icono para iniciar sesión:

Logo de

Estás comentando usando tu cuenta de Cerrar sesión /  Cambiar )

Google photo

Estás comentando usando tu cuenta de Google. Cerrar sesión /  Cambiar )

Imagen de Twitter

Estás comentando usando tu cuenta de Twitter. Cerrar sesión /  Cambiar )

Foto de Facebook

Estás comentando usando tu cuenta de Facebook. Cerrar sesión /  Cambiar )

Conectando a %s