EAST SIDE STORY. JEWISH AND GAY LIFE IN COSTA RICA AND WASHINGTON D.C (1950-1980) A NOVEL OR A TRUE STORY? by JACOBO SCHIFTER - HTML preview

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The senator was talking to a congresswoman who dropped a document, and she bent down to pick it up. I noticed that he looked at her behind. He realized that I saw him and gave me a mischievous smile.

The senator, who had previously been looking at the woman’s behind, now locked his blue eyes on me and didn’t look away. “Actually, he looks a lot like Kennedy,” I thought. He had an impressive head of blond hair and a beautiful face, like a Roman gladiator.

I tried to lower my gaze, but I looked again, and there were those pair of blue lights. It was no longer just sympathy. I didn’t know what to do or say. I felt chills all over my body and an emotion I had never experienced before. He knew I liked him and smiled, took my hand, and kissed me on the mouth.

A man’s kiss can be passionate, tender, and filled with desire. It may start with a gentle and lingering touch of his lips against yours, as if savoring the moment. As the intensity builds, his kiss may deepen, expressing both his longing. The pressure of his lips against yours can send shivers down your spine, igniting a flame of desire between you. The placement of his hands can also add to the intimacy, with gentle caresses or a firm grip. Overall, this man’s kiss was a blend of tenderness, strength, and a captivating mix of emotions, leaving me both breathless and wanting more. He invited me to his estate in Virginia that same day. We would go by helicopter so that no one would see us.