HORNY FOR PEDRO

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When I pose for Pedro, I feel like he’s fucking me with his eyes. He’s been working on this drawing for about a month. It was supposed to be a template for a painting.  He usually doesn’t spend more than a few days on a template drawing, but every time I come over to pose, he says my mood is different, so the drawing takes a new direction. I wonder if he can tell when my mind wanders off to Joanne or Juna and Kali or the latest hottie from Chemistry, my favorite sex party in New York. When we first met I told him I’m polyamorous. He had never heard the word before. When I explained what it meant, he said, “Oh I understand. When I love someone, the first thing I give them is freedom.” How could I not fall in love with him? How could he not partake in joint sexual adventures? Unfortunately he works Saturday nights, so I usually go to Chemistry alone.   

Unless he has the night off the same night as Chemistry. The one time this happened, the theme was Enchanted. I went as a forest nymph: nearly naked with a repurposed elf costume from childhood. If my mother knew the real reason why I collected all my old Halloween and dance recital costumes and brought them back to New York, she would probably die a little inside. I go to a lot of costume parties, I told her. It’s amazing that many of these pieces still fit me. My mother sewed the elf outfit, as she did most of my Halloween costumes. Leaves of Kelly green fabric sewn on an elastic circle alternate with hanging green ribbons displaying bright red pom poms which could be berries or magical dewdrops or sugarplums. An elastic of lesser circumference connects smaller leaves without ribbons and berries. This was originally meant for my skinny eight year old neck. Now it sits atop my crown of long red hair. I wore the larger piece over my hips with nothing underneath. Red glitter covered my nipples. I bought some fake vines in the flower district and draped them over my shoulders and wrapped them around my torso and legs. Strappy gold shoes, long green lashes, and vintage red lipstick completed the look.   

Pedro wore his sexiest underwear, black combat boots, a pair of horns from my costume collection, and a faux fur vest. With some smudgy black eyeliner he was the perfect urban satyr.

Even though it was his first party he fell into it as naturally if he grew up on an island and we were going to the beach. We played with a couple I knew. My favorite part was riding him while teasing his mouth with my fingers. When his hand wandered over to my friend’s breast, he remained focused on me. Even when her boyfriend was going down on me and she was sucking Pedro, it felt like we were all one pulsating organism.

He paints my hair red today. The rest of the drawing is black and white. 

 
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