Bon' voyage, Jacinta - 2008

I was working as a receptionist at a small family owned backpackers when we first met. He came in to book a bed, and i checked him in. He is very good looking, not much taller than me, with beautiful dark chocolate skin, a sparkle in his eyes, a cheeky smile, strong and muscular but not big and bulky, and the most beautiful hands. His hands are what i noticed first, muscular and covered with scars, but when i handed him his change i felt how soft and warm they where. My heart went wild, he is so delicious. He stayed with us for over three weeks before heading back to sea. I tried very hard to get his attention, strutting around in tight jeans hoping his eyes watched my hips as i sashayed around outside the office finding things to do wherever he was. I let the tattoo on my lower back show above my jeans as i bent over in front of him cleaning the floor or arranging books on our tiny bookshelf. Ha ha i was so obvious, silly like a school girl, how he thought i wasn't interested I'll never know. I did catch him staring at me a few times, but i always thought i just freaked him out with all my flirting. He liked to talk to me about his family, and his job. We didn't really get to talk much, but when we did it was like we where making it count telling as much about ourselves to the other as possible. He brought me some sweet smelling cocoa beauty products from his home land in Africa, but still he didn't ask me out. I always test the men i like, i make sure they've got balls enough to face rejection and ask me out. I became addicted to seeing him, everyday i dressed to show off my assets and found excesses to flaunt them in front of him. Trying to get him alone and talk to him. Eventually the time came for his boat to ship out. He finally asked for my number before disappearing for weeks. I didn't think he was coming back, what for, he had no commitment to me? Time passed and i put him in the back of my mind. He wasn't coming back, i tolled myself i wasn't interesting enough, he just wanted to spend time with a women before disappearing. He wasn't going to come back, not for me. But i wished he would, ive never been so attracted to someone in my life, it's like a hunger that i cant quench even now. About six weeks latter he came back. He called me form the boat even before it reach shore. He took me out to dinner and we talked like old friends. We went to see a movie and he kissed me, he was so sweet and salty, with the fresh wet taste men have when they want more than just a kiss. That was it we were lost to each other, we went home to my place and didn't resurface for two days. And we have been together ever since. I still hunger for him stronger now than ever before, and he is well loved, like no other man before him. I am his.