🌴 Kite, Skin and Sin by Paty Cruz The sun kissed my skin with the same boldness that I walked through the streets of Pipa. The yellow dress I chose was not just a piece of clothing — it was my silent provocation. It had a dangerous neckline and a slit that revealed more than it hid. The light fabric danced with the wind, following the sway of my curves. That's when I stopped. A charming stall, full of earrings, necklaces, bracelets, hats. But it was he who caught my attention. Tall. Strong. Dark as the end of the afternoon. Broad shoulders, a smile on the corners of his mouth and a look that said “I saw you before you saw me”. I was standing, organizing the accessories, when our eyes met. I smiled slightly. He smiled back — mischievously. “Looking for something special?” he asked in a deep, husky voice that sent shivers down my spine, even those I thought were armored. — Maybe… — I replied, pretending to look at the bracelets. — But I still don’t know what exactly enchanted me here. My gaze descended, without ceremony, to that absurd volume that seemed to beg for freedom in his pants. I tried to hide it, but it was impossible. He noticed. — Do you like pink? — he said, getting closer. The smell of my cream must have hit you hard, because he got even closer. Almost brushing against me. — It matches your skin tone… and that mouth. I smiled. I picked up a bracelet and a pair of delicate, light pink earrings. — I’ll take these. — I said, handing him the money. But my hand held his for a second longer. I looked deep into his eyes and added: — They’re beautiful… but I think you know that they weren’t the ones that caught my attention the most. I walked away slowly, swaying with desire. I could feel his eyes burning into my back. I walked back to the hotel. Night was already falling. The streets were emptier. Darker. It was then that I heard footsteps. Fast. Steady. I turned around, startled. And he was there. “Paty, right?” he said, with that same smile from before, only hungrier now. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Before I could say anything, he grabbed my waist and pulled me against his body. We kissed. An intense, wet kiss that mixed sea salt and skin desire. His hands went up my body and slid down to my breasts, covered only by the lightness of my dress. “You drove me crazy back there in that tent…” I murmured between kisses. “I felt your desire from afar.” “And now?” he asked, squeezing my waist. “Do you feel how much I want you?” I felt it. He pressed his entire body against me and that volume hit me like lightning. I trembled. “Here?” I asked, looking around. We were in an alley between two buildings, where only the stars could judge us. “Here. Now.” he answered firmly. He turned me around, holding my waist tightly. My dress rode up my thighs. My heart was beating like a war drum. The heat, his smell, his firm touch… everything inside me was already wet before it even started. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I whispered. “I’ll show you,” he said, panting, pressing himself firmly against me from behind. “Just don’t blame me later…” I felt his desire there, ready, pulsing, invading the air. I took a small bottle out of my bag and handed it to him. Gel. Our eyes met. No words. Just the sound of our desire speaking loudly. And on that hot night, between the streets of Pipa, between held-in moans and panting breaths, we gave ourselves over. To each other. To the moment. To the delicious danger of being caught. And, most of all, to the pleasure that I hadn’t remembered what it was like to feel in a long time. We finished as if the world had stopped for us. Me, with trembling legs. Him, with the satisfied smile of someone who knew he would leave a mark. I returned to the hotel with my body on fire… and the memory of him running down my thighs. And that was how I discovered that in Pipa, the sun burns… but there are men who burn much more.