Humanities last hope...
Boca Chica, Dominican Republic. A portrait of a top baseball prospect, Raymel Flores, who at this time was anxiously awaiting his 16.5 birthday, when he would be eligible to sign with an Minor League Baseball team. His tiny home has a tin roof and leaks water throughout the year. Here, he washes dishes with his mother. A few weeks after this image was taken, Raymel signed with the Boston Red Sox for $900,000.
“I think it would be interesting to see where he started and where he ends up because the path to the big leagues is wild. The minor league lifestyle is unlike anything I’ve experienced. 25 guys on a team, many who don’t speak English and many have lots of money and have never lived outside their parent’s homes in the Dominican Republic.”
boys fall for me because i trip them with my laptop charger
Elizabeth Rivera de Garcia
Her lips were soft like the petals of the unnamed flowers we picked off trees on our walk. Her cheeks flushed pink when I played with her long dark curls, wrapping them around my seeking fingers. It was our first kiss built on hours of conversation, an exploration of our unexpressed passion.
“Kiss me again…” she said, leaning into my body. The scent of coconuts, vanilla, and the summer evening of sleeping blossoms enveloped us in a cocoon of heated intention. Our lips met slowly and very deliberately our tongues touched and fondled. Her saliva and tongue made me want to reach between her legs under her silk skirt instead I placed my hands on her shoulders, my fingers pressing into her smooth flesh. She responded to the intensity of the touch with a low hum that vibrated in my mouth.
I whispered Pablo Neruda poems in her ear as her hands, so soft, spread over my chest.
“ Bum bum bum bum bum bum”, she sang my heartbeat and stepped back. Her eyes were dancing twin flames in the candlelight and her skin glowing was revealed as she slowly bunched her skirt up. Fuchsia lace over waxed skin for a second of a glimpse, a tease and then she let the skirt drop back down draping her round thighs. She smiled, turned around, kneeled on the sofa gathering her thick hair to the front of her shoulder, her back expecting me.
I traced the buttons on the back of her blouse with my tongue until I reached the space of skin between her blouse and skirt.
The first taste of her skin coupled with her scent mingled with the taste of her tongue and saliva ordered me to devour her, to fiendishly pull apart her clothes, cup her breast, pinch her nipples tenderly, spread her legs, suck her inner thighs and…I did none of these things, I held myself back drinking in her anticipation as I breathed on her wet skin. Slowly I unbuttoned her blouse kissing the skin exposed, her breath was deep and exhaling, her blouse dropped to the side. She had no bra on and as I cupped her left breast exciting her nipple, my right hand reached under the front of her skirt rubbing the lace that emitted heat and moisture. She moaned and breathed in quick holding both my hands with hers following the motions I made stimulating her nipple, rubbing her clit. I swallowed her neck, sucking hard, demonstrating what I could do with my tongue, quickening and intensifying the motions. She reached forward gripping the back of the leather sofa arching her back, the skirt lifting. I pulled it up even further and with my teeth pulled down her lace panties and threw them across the room.
She shuddered when my tongue found her from behind, I gripped her legs as I explored her. My tongue reaching inside of her, my lips on her heated flesh. My hands reached her breast as I sucked, licked, and exasperated her senses.
“Oh, yes, yeah, mmmmmm…” she whispered and touched herself, played with her clitoris and convulsed slightly when I would stop and blow on her.
I turned her around roughly, kissed her deeply so she could taste herself. My fingers were inside of her now…she was so wet…
My mouth found her right nipple, my left hand caressed her left breast, my right hand was thrusting in and out of her. She was pleading with me,
” Don’t stop…don’t stop…” She was touching herself again, murmuring,
She grabbed my hair with her other hand and together we pulsed, throbbed and convulsed as one hungry beast.
We collapsed, keeping rhythm with each other until she cried out, my fingers still thrusting inside of her. My teeth biting her full lower lip. She squeezed my hand with her legs and released.
We kissed ferociously, animalistic…the pleasures we just experienced burning into our flesh.
Her breath grew soft and I played with her hair, kissed her arm, traced her lips until I fell asleep on her pillow of curls.