Have you ever met a complete stranger who you instantly knew you were going to fuck? Even with a language barrier? I did, and more than once.
The summer after I graduated, I put a one-way ticket to Europe on a credit card and spent the summer hopping trains and sleeping in crowded hostels. I indulged in many new and delicious things, namely food, art, wine, and so many men.
About halfway through the trip I landed in Barcelona. Since it was late-afternoon most of the other hostel guests were off exploring the city. But I was beat from traveling and decided to take it easy that day. I made my way to the balcony and I found the hostel’s incredibly sexy host seated there. I couldn’t believe my luck and although his English wasn’t great we ended up chatting over a bottle of wine and a few cigarettes.
Let me be clear: I wanted to fuck this man from the moment I saw him and it was clear it wasn’t going to be much of a challenge. This man was almost too perfect. The bone structure. The dark eyes. The hard body. The boyish smile. He could have been 25 or 45 I really wasn’t sure and even now I get wet thinking about him.