Introducing the Latino Lover ❤️❤️❤️
See me? Standing tall, head high, post walking through hell, like I’m taking on the world yes?
See me? Feeling sexy as Fuck? All women who choose divorce should get to feel like I do.
See him? The Latino Lover? That deliciously rich brown soft skin? I’m so infatuated how our skin tones look next to each other. My my heart skips a beat even writing this.
That hand! That hand that does so much.
See that hand? He holds me like he owns me, yet respects enough to have me stand so tall and take on the world.
When he kisses me he holds me so tight butterflies jump out of my stomach. He kisses me so deeply with such assurance, I am his. From the first time he ever did it till now. It never changes. It’s just as exciting now as it was then. Or the second time. Or the 600th Time. Butterflies. Always. We never knew it would be more then one, or two times. We tried many times to move on, but we always find our way back. I wave the white flag now, I surrender. I love him forever. No matter what happens I love him forever.
That hand that caresses me like no other. That touches me anywhere and I immediately get wet.
That hand that constantly holds mine. That arm that is always wrapped around me. In New York the first time he wrapped his arm around my back walking down the street I couldn’t believe it. He hasn’t stopped since. When we are together we are inseparable.
He makes feel so good that I WANT to go buy sexy dresses and push my comfort zone.
Remember Melrose Place? Heather Locklear took on the role of Amanda in the second season and lit that show on fire? Well she wore Bebe suits. I never thought I could fit into anything Bebe or pull it off. I never even tried. However filing for divorce is the best weight loss plan ever. And meeting the Latino Lover is the best maintenance plan ever. And those combined is the best confidence booster ever. I walk into Bebe and say “Hi, I just got divorced and have a young Latino Lover and we are going to Vegas, please help.” Everything fits like a glove. All the dresses as sexy (like the one in the picture above). He tells me I look hot. In Vegas he pulls my cleavage out even more pushing my comfort zone further and lets me rock it. I’m telling you all divorced women should get to feel like this.
How do I feel?
Worshipped.
Like a goddess.
He can eat me for hours. He can kiss me for hours. He can fuck me for hours.
I may be a completely busy overwhelmed/together (depends on the hour) career single mom, but when I’m with him I’m lost in him. I don’t need Facebook. I don’t need the outside world. Everything melts away.
Him and I behind a locked door? Perfect. I’m in my prime and he can keep up with me. I’m ready for him. Anytime. Anywhere. I want to turn him on. I want to talk dirty to him. I want him to whisper anything romantic in Espanol in my ear. So hott!! He appreciates my ass! What white man ever appreciated an ass? All women should get divorced and get a Latino Lover. He said “I love your delicious booty”. Well I’m telling you no white man ever said that to me.
Here is the thing though. He is my best friend. It is so beyond the endless passionate sex sessions. I’m passionate about his heart and all that it stands for. I’m passionate about his brown eyes and everything that’s behind them that represents his history, his parents history, his beautiful Latin America County. I’m passionate about his love and loyalty to his friends and culture.
I’m passionate about his love of music- so many genres! We can’t go wrong. I’ve took him to The Grateful Dead reunion. He took me to Slayer. He kisses me to Ella Fitzgerald, Gypsy Kings, Pink Floyd, his Uncle’s completely romantic canciones, our band is Thievery Corporation.
I’m passionate about traveling with him. He is the most easy to get along with travel partner ever. We are inseparable.
I’m passionate about his love of food. He lives in the moment. When he takes his first bite in whatever restaurant we are in he pauses. He closes his eyes. Then he slowly tastes every morsel. He pauses, appreciates it, very aware, very Echkart Tolle. Then he pulls my chair closer to his. We never sit across from each other ever. We sit beside each other. Then he can hold my hand or put his arm around me. I fucking love that. He orders for us and we share everything. Every woman should get divorced and get a Latino Lover I’m telling you.
I’m passionate about his presence with me. How he cares so much and I care right back. I’m passionate about our friendship, my closest friend, our friendship has grown into complete unconditional love. How I can tell him anything. Absolutely anything. The good. The bad. And the very ugly. And he will listen and he will be there for me. No judging.
Im passionate about his love of my kids. It’s rare he sees them but when he does he is all in. They love him back.
I’m passionate that he will talk and relate to me on anything- work, kids (he thinks it’s super hot I’m a mom), music, the moon, travel, big big deep thoughts, minute details, hopes and dreams, what I learn on my yoga and spiritual retreats, good times, bad times, how to be present, how to live in the moment.
I miss him like fuck when we are not together. He is on my mind. Right now. Sigh.
We are redefining the adult long distance love affair. With maturity and abandonment of rules. I love him, I miss him, and together we have a bond like no other. I keep thinking that no two people have ever felt love like us. But when I hear Frank Sinatra or Tony Bennet sing love songs, I realize others have known this love. I’m blessed to taste this. We saw Tony Bennet and Lady Gaga. I cried it was so beautiful.
So many adventures.
I stand on my own. Im responsible for my own happiness. I’m a mom. I manage my house. I travel for work. I take care of a lot. I do self care. I’m strong as fuck. I’m ok alone. I’ve learned this.
There is something to be said though for having this man come in and out of my life, and oh god HE IS SUCH A MAN. He is an extension of me. He says I altered the course of his life. Well he altered mine. Deeper and longer then I ever would have predicted. Whether I never see him again or see him 100 more times on my death bed I’ll be saying “that was the most epic love affair ever.”
Oh and in the next lifetime I’m having all his beautiful brown little babies.
Sigh.
My favorite quote. I live by this. I feel blessed to have know this. To know him. My Latino Lover.
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