1. Passion in Barcelona

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The first time I set eyes on you, my interest immediately peaked. Remember our first encounter? I was on set in the middle of finding just the right angle for the next scene.

Even though I take my work very seriously, I had to stop what I was doing when I saw you and your flowing blue dress emerge from around the corner. It should be right here. I was enthralled.

I swear to God, I'm usually not the type to believe in love at first sight, but I guess I'll have to reconsider. I knew I had to get your number or name somehow. When you stopped, suddenly, to adjust your heel, I realized that was my opportunity to say hello.

I had to stop myself from sprinting toward you. Um, hi. Hello.

God, I need to take these heels off. Oh man, you smiled at me and gave me the cutest shrug, slipping the broken heel off and tossing it into your bag. I tried to introduce myself, but you seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere.

I spent the rest of the night wishing I'd asked for your number before you dashed away. When I saw you at my local bar a few nights later, I couldn't believe my luck. I wasn't about to let another opportunity pass me by.

So, I offered to walk you home. And oh man, the attraction I felt to you only deepened when we started talking. I had never met someone like you before.

So bold and witty. So, Caspian, what brings you to Spain? I'm a cinematographer.

We're shooting a movie here this spring. What about you? Hmm, boredom.

Oh? And needing a break from work. How old are you, by the way? Twenty-seven.

You're eight years younger than me? Is that a problem? I guess we'll find out.

One night quickly turned into two, then three. And before we knew it, I had practically moved into your hotel room. Those were some of the happiest days of my life.

I know we were seeing everything through rose-colored glasses, and you kept telling me to be realistic about what our relationship was. But my feelings for you were genuine. Remember that night outside the salsa club? Fuck.

You have no idea how often I close my eyes and relive that moment when I'm getting off. No pornography in the world can compare. We'd just had dinner and were on our way home from the restaurant when I asked you what your biggest wish was for this trip.

You pondered for a moment, pulling your long hair up into a tight knot. Hmm, I think I'd like to try something I've never done before. Something that makes me feel alive.

There was something so seductive about your lips as you spoke. I couldn't help but stare. Oh, like skydiving? Your eyes told me you had something entirely different in mind.

I remember your warm breath caressing my ear as you whispered. Actually, I've always wanted to try… this. You gave me a mischievous look and took me by the hand, leading me as if we were on a mission to find the most exciting thing in the city.

The sound of salsa music was playing in the background, and before I knew what was happening, you were pulling me into the shadows of an alley just outside our favorite restaurant. Fuck, you knew exactly what you wanted. And I was so turned on.

Someone might see. We're so close to the sidewalk. You laughed against my lips and pulled me close to you, pressing your curves against me.

Clearly, that was the point. I want you now. Here.

Don't you want to taste me? Yes. I felt my abandon waver.

That was all it took to make me rock hard. You were unlike any woman I'd ever been with. So full of confidence and spontaneity.

At that moment, there was nothing in the world I would rather do than taste every inch of you. Passion quickly overtook us like the sea spilling over the tides, and there was no stopping it. Not even when we heard traffic nearby or the footsteps of strangers.

Your hands were in my hair as our kiss deepened. I remember the playful laugh that slipped out of your mouth when I left kisses over your neck and down over the cleavage of your dress. Your skin tasted so sweet, and you smelled of strawberries straight from the vine.

I couldn't get enough of it. Before I knew it, I was kneeling in the dirty alley with the flowing material of your dress draped over me. I kissed the tenderness of your thighs, enjoying the feeling of your smooth legs against my skin.

The first taste of your pussy made me moan louder than I'd intended. You were so wet, and above me your hands were directing me through the material. When you slid a leg up to rest on my shoulder, the sounds of the city slowly slipped away.

All I could hear was the soft, gentle panting and the pounding of my heart. My hands moved up to grip your ass as your hips began to move against my tongue. Even without seeing your face, I could tell when you were close.

You were trembling, aching for your release. My own ache was more than evident against my jeans. I was so hard, I could have exploded at any moment.

But your pleasure quickly became my main goal. Your hips began to move in a rhythm that matched the slow, steady strokes of my tongue. Soon you were grinding against my face.

At last, your body stiffened and you were overcome. My tongue continued its exploration until I felt the cool night air rush over my face, forcing me to look up. Before I had the chance to say anything, you were pulling me up by the hand.

Wow. Over the next two weeks, we spent every free moment together. Our time was full of laughter, passion, and the occasional irrational argument.

I love you. Listen to me when I'm speaking. I am listening.

You're not listening. I love you. I couldn't believe how deeply the two of us fell in such a short time.

But even the best things have to end, and your holiday couldn't last forever. I told myself I would keep my cool and let you decide where things should go next. But my emotions got the better of me.

As we waited for your taxi outside your hotel, I started to cry. I felt my heart ache. Everything in that moment, from the drizzle of rain to the look on your face, felt surreal.

How could I go from loving you so deeply one day to never seeing you again? The idea hurt too much. I love you.

I love you too. Then let's make this work. Let's make a life together.

Please. The sad smile on your face dropped away as you gently listed all the reasons we couldn't last. This has been amazing.

Exactly what I needed. But it's a dream, and dreams can't last forever. You paused when you saw the agony written all over my face and took my hand.

You're eight years younger than I am. I work twelve hours a day. You travel eight months out of the year.

Our lives were just too different. You have to understand that. I clutched your hand to my chest for as long as I could and allowed my tears to flow.

I wanted to beg you not to do this. To convince you we were meant to be together. But you had already made up your mind.

You took the trip to find yourself. To try something new. And to take a break from a high-pressure job.

I knew you weren't looking for a relationship. Still, deep down, I wanted you to hold on to what I know we both felt. Instead, I watched you disappear over the horizon.

That was two months ago. And the thought of you still breaks my heart. The jolt of the plane landing snapped me out of my memories and back into the here and now.

Soon I'd be roaming the crowds of the Sundance Festival, where my latest film was showing. Somehow, I'd find a way to distract myself from the constant yearning for what could have been. Half-heartedly, I glanced at my phone during my journey through the crowded airport.

When I saw your name, I stopped in my tracks. I hadn't heard from you for so long. My heart raced when I heard your voice once more.

What you said almost brought me to tears. You.