Twisted: Flesh to Blood and Bone to Love in Musings

His name is Liam…
And he’s bad…
He’s bad, bad, bad for me…

Yes Alex and i parted ways amicably.

Liam is everything that I had a ‘do not cross’ tape over—he’s heavily tattooed, he’s Puerto Rican, he’s a smug asshole, who is completely obsessed with my complete rejection of him… I guess he’s use to getting what he wants…but not with this Puerto Rican.

He owns a tattoo shop and I thought he was the scum of the earth, cause I don’t deal with men that look like him…I don’t deal with Latino men, most importantly I don’t deal with Puerto Rican men.

Alex loves him and he thinks he’s so incredibly intelligent and that I was being hard on Liam.

I see him at an event for some fashion show in Miami in Late May and he’s drunk and stoned… I was hired to do this runway—I see him and yes my eyes glimmered, I raised my eyebrow, I know the witchcraft I produce when I like someone… but I continued to do my job…Liam finds his way to me and grabs me, hugs me and inhales my my hair… I gently push him off....
“Hi..Liam… are you okay?” And I just swipe myself off
And he said “yup, I just wanted to smell your hair, I’ve always loved the way your hair smelled when it’s freshly washed” he said as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

Yes… you have as many questions as I do… how the fuck does he know what my hair smells like freshly washed. Why is he so comfortable touching me. How is he so arrogant to assume that it’s okay to touch me in any shape way or form.

Twisted.

I walked away from him and he gave me an eerie smirk… I get booked to go to California… and he’s there....I wasn’t at work, thankfully at the time, I still glance at him from a distance and I know my eyes glimmered…

Liam approaches me while I’m with all of my friends and he just holds my hand and pushed it against his chest....I was drunk and stoned and laughed…
I said verbatim “I’m not sure who you think you are, but I’m not your typical faggot and you need to cease and desist with your advances” and I gently pulled my hand away from him.

He said “that’s the best part about you…you’re not typical—I like a chase; don’t pretend that you don’t see me, like I see you…” and he reached into my hair, winked and walked away…

Fast forward to End of July…I’m in New York and he’s my last appointment for the day…I don’t cut men’s hair…and he booked a very expensive color service… paid it and pursued me; don’t fuck with my money—or my family—I will murder you without a second thought… but he didn’t fuck with me…financially.

He made sure he was the last appointment and at $975 for 5 hours of my time, he surely paid and gave me a 25% tip…

I threw on my sheer cardigan and he looked so mischievously at me, as I walked toward the exit. “You still always smell like a King, it’s like oud and Boricua brujeria, you know that though, don’t you Andy?” He said as he followed me down the hallway to the elevator.

I felt that all of my clothing twirled, like a bad 90’s video running through dead ends and cul-de-sac’s… “how about you leave me alone?” I said and he said “how about you just give me a chance and understand I don’t chase guys, especially little fancy guys like you; I don’t know why I like you, and why you like me” he said as I interrupted “I don’t like you” and he laughed hard “what’s with the little sexy side eyes you give me then huh?”

And I hate and love and I’m completely enchanted by his absolute arrogance…cause he lunged at me and kissed me and I felt like the earth divided with his kiss....
“Yup now I know you really, really like me” and he giggled all the way exiting in the opposite direction.

2-3 weeks happened and he left me be.... and I found him… and when he saw me going into his tattoo shop, he licked his lips and made his fitted cap face forward and not backwards.

“Yo what’s good??”
“This is what you do? Permutations of acceptable forms of self mutilation?” I said as I flipped through a photo album of work.
“Better than telling women they are ugly for a living and being the vessel of all there insecurities for a profit” he said.

I felt myself wanting to beat him up… but his fucking arrogance ignited a weird, weird abnormal lust for him and it just smelled like sugar, spit and lust…
“Aight” he smirked and he grabbed me by my elbow. “Where am I going with you?” I said abruptly.
“You always got a fucking question or you just gonna let a dude rock?” And I was shut up and he led me to the infinite back to his office.

He slammed the door shut behind me and giggled as he pulled off his shirt and ripped off his pants… I felt so confused as he said “take off your clothing” he wiped his desk with one swoop…
“I need to leave” I said as I shuffled to an exit.
“Nah you ain’t leaving anywhere until we fuck this weird tension out” and he grabbed my hands and intertwined them with his…”take off your fucking clothes, or you just want me to do it for you tough guy?” He kissed my neck… and whispered in my ear as he pushed me on to his desk, make a choice babe, either you want me to do it or you do it yourself…

I just felt my face flushed. Cause yes I am resisting him. And yes he sees right through my tough facade. Because I really, really am extremely sexually attracted to him and also I am extremely intrigued that he’s a Puerto Rican man like me and he just knows exactly what I’m resisting.

As I contemplated this, I felt him rip off my belt.

“Okay, stop!” I exclaimed
“Stop what Andres?” He said as he pulled down my pants and kissed my neck. “Yeah? Stop what?”as he dragged off my pants he said as his olive green eyes dug into my soul…”just stop” I whispered in his Mouth. “I’m not as stupid or different from you as you think” he said as he laid me down on his desk.

I felt chills all over my body… I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up… as he ripped off my jeans and shoes with one motion…

“Just so we are clear this is all consensual…or is it not?” He said.
I gulped and said “yes it’s all consensual”
He pulled out a condom from his desk drawer, strapped it on and put his hand over my mouth as he pushed into me.

His cold desk underneath me and his really sweet eyes staring deeply into me as he kissed me and lightly, his fingers like feathers all over my body… “oh fuck I can’t believe my dick is in you” he said as he tangled his fingers in my hair.

And more of this sexual shit and weird domination…he’s my boyfriend after that… he’s not a stupid guy, he’s just a belligerently honest man to me and he’s my age… he doesn’t fuck around…

I mean when he gets home he’s so absolutely in love and so adoring and caring… but he’s so fucking insatiable and dominant in the bedroom, when the lights are dim it’s not scary to me, but it is something that colors how I interact with him…he doesn’t make me hurt—he just knows what buttons to press, when to press them, when to force me into the light and when to keep me under his thumb. But I don’t feel like I’m stuck there… I can choose