His name was Enzo. Or at least, that was what he told me. And for twelve hours, he was mine.
We met in a threesome; hours on hours of sex. Then the third
guy had to leave early and we were left alone in the motel room. I was wary of
him at first, aware that he was far more experienced at this than I was. I knew
that he could effortlessly pull my strings with his charms. But I took a chance
anyway. He was a challenge, a mystery that I wanted to figure out.
time in the motel room ran out and we had to leave. We were supposed to go our
separate ways, until I happened to mention something that got us back in our
“I’m not wearing my contacts right now, okay? So help
me with the menu,” I whispered to him as we approached the fastfood
“Okay, what do you want?” he asked.
“Well, obviously I
want you,” I answered. I turned to look at the cashier and saw that she was
smiling. I asked, “Do you have anything that tastes as good as him?”
kulit mo!” Enzo laughed as he pretended to punch me.
We spent the next
hour laughing at each other’s jokes, listening to each other’s stories and
blushing at each other’s compliments. I learned that he used to be the manager
of a high-end restaurant, that he lost almost everything he worked for after
making some bad decisions, and that he was now doing his best to get back on his
feet. He told me about how he lost all his friends when he was at his lowest,
and about how he met a guy who stuck with him and helped him rise back up. I was
listening to his every word, clinging to them like a child listening to a fairy
When he suggested that we have a second round of our sexcapade, I
readily agreed. We went to a different motel. We rented a room, dropped our bags
and rested a bit. Then we went back out to buy some stuff that we
“How much lube do we need?” he asked, crouching down to the
bottom shelf with the condoms and lubes.
“I dunno. Eight? Just so we’re
sure,” I answered, kneeling beside him and counting out the small blue
Then he tugged at my sleeve and motioned around us. People were
looking, of course, some out of disgust and others out of interest. We just
laughed and went to get the other stuff we needed. Condoms, water, energy
drinks, some biscuits – it was a strange grocery list.
We were on our way
back to the motel when we passed by some street food. I slowed down and looked
longingly at the kwek-kwek and isaw displayed on those shabby carts.
gutom pa ang baby,” he laughed. Then he bought a couple of everything and we ate
them all by the sidewalk. He looked really cute as he wolfed down his kwek-kwek
and kikiam. I remembered when I saw him for the first time and thought that he
was too high-end even for Jollibee. Apparently, I couldn’t have been more
We went back to our room and shared a few more kulitan moments as we
showered and prepared our stuff. He gave me tips on what to do later, and on my
trysts after ours. He’s a pro indeed, I realized, and I wondered if I could keep
up with him.
Then we were back up in the clouds, soaring and piercing
through the sky. I lusted for him like I have never lusted for any other man.
His body fit perfectly with mine. He was my fantasy and he was all mine for the
taking. Hours passed and yet we were still exploring, devouring each other’s
bodies. We rose higher and higher until we reached the peak together.
lay spent on the bed, hands held. I watched him as our breathing started to slow
down. I got really lucky with this one, I thought to myself. Then all too soon,
he pulled his hand from mine and started texting.
“Galit na siya sa akin.
I have to leave soon,” he said.
“Your mom?” I asked.
His words pinched at my heart. Of course I knew that he was
going home to someone else. I just didn’t think it would come crashing down that
soon and that fast. I realized that at the back of my mind, I was wishing that
he and I would have more breakfasts together, go to the grocery store with a
list that didn’t include condoms and lubes, spend another afternoon being silly
at the street food carts, and then go home at the end of the day with our hands
Ang tanga ko lang. I’m still just a rookie after all, and I made
the mistake of trying to keep up with a pro. I should have known that at the end
of the day, the only things I’ll be going home with are empty tubes and bruised
Love, sex and relationships, they’re all about chemistry. A
chemistry that is built up and nurtured over time has the capacity of sustaining
a connection for a long time. But when it’s rushed and forced into you, it fades
just as fast as it comes.
“Let’s go,” he said after we finished packing
up. “Are you sure you’ll be alright? Can you go home alone?”
be fine,” I smiled.
“Okay. Til next time,” he said. He kissed me on the
lips and then went out the door.