2007-10-03T20:41:39Z http://ficlets.com/feeds/author/rioripaldo <p>He was my <em>vaquero</em>, a boy who once held me to the floor by the sheer strength of his inner thighs.&#8221;I used to want to rodeo when I was younger&#8221;, he whispered to me, his breath still smelling like the Dominican rum we shared minutes prior.</p> <p>Never having any living room furniture in my old apartment save the few mismatched couch cushions, Jose and I laid on the hard wooden floor most of the night, grappling with each other like little brothers. I buried my face in his neck and blindly moved to pin both of his hands to the ground.</p> <p>We whispered secrets to each other the rest of the night, the glow of a frozen Chicago skyline hazily touching on his caramel colored skin- his nose inches away from mine, breathing in my breath, as I recited stories of my own.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/8574 2007-09-04T06:44:02Z 2007-10-03T20:41:39Z Don Rio Ripaldo http://ficlets.com/authors/rioripaldo