One Night in Cuba

So I meet this Canadian guy that looks more like a Viking then a regular person. He has blue eyes and long blond hair, and no doubt, pulls way more girls than I do. We catch a collectivo to the Capital and stroll off into The Hotel Ingleterra to relax and grab a drink. We sit for a while, the talk gets deep and the beers are flowing nicely. We take a walk down the famous strip that is Havana Vieja and find a few more bars to chill in. So this is what I remember doing that night.

Bar 2. A pretty hot Cuban broad sits down. She is medium build, great eyes, full breasts and curvy hips. She is sassy. She wears a tight red dress that shows the beauty of her body nicely. She definitely has attitude and she doesn’t seem to keen on talking to me. I buy her a drink and I am ready to cut her loose, but she throws me a hand grenade when she tells me that I can fuck her for 60 CUC’s. Even though she has beauty, I do not really dig her vibe, so I said thanks honey, perhaps manaña and she got up and walked out of the bar. When we entered this dusty bar it was super quiet, with not really much happening and the place looked pretty open, however, a few hours later I take a look around and I see that the joint has filled out nicely. It is an interesting place. Timber bar with, rustic tables and chairs. Simple mirrors but decorated timber cornices and unpolished hardwood floor.

We start talking to a girl from Spain. She is a lawyer, well spoken, light build, with brown hair and then the mojitos came out to play. Talking Spanish, keeping her entertained. My Viking mate was like ‘keep throwing mojitos at her, grab her by the waist and you will be slamming her in no time’ he laughed as we clicked beers together and kept the liquor flowing. She had to leave so I went all in and pushed for a kiss and got one on the cheek. Ah how life can withhold these delicious treats. Oh how sweet is the smell of a woman and oh how women make me feel alive.

We leave there and go to a bar called La Lluvia de Oro. The place is rife with salsa music and Cuban charm. The old guy at first didn’t want to let us in. I swore loudly and walked away, the rum drinking unleashing the beast of my barbaric nature that I prefer to keep concealed. I turn around and give it another try and the old grumpy bastard let us in. There is some loud music and Cuban people dancing. The drinks are really flowing at this place. I remember this old bar as a bunch of moving energy. Laughing, dancing, drinking and the smell of the Caribbean coast that greets you warmly.

We sit down at the bar and there are some more Cuban girls talking quietly. I introduce myself in Spanish and get talking. Within two minutes I find out they also are hookers but this time it excites me. I borrow a cheeky $60 CUCs of my old mate and I tell him to keep himself occupied for 20 mins.

The girl and I walk hand in hand, like a long term lovers through the dusty streets of Cuba. She takes me an old house and I find myself in a neat but small bedroom. I don’t remember all of the sex that we had, but I have some flashbacks of me putting her on all fours on the bed, me literately chewing on her box and tasting her and loving it. I also remember fucking her gently, slow, then pulling her hair and finishing hard.

I get back to the bar, and we pretty much leave. While on the walk out in the street. I meet two girls walking the same direction has us. We get talking and I convince them to come to the Floridita Bar and grab a dacarie. I take some selfies and look at the pictures with Hemmingway and Fidel Castro and do a Bukowski while I feel up this other girl’s leg under the table. They tell is they have hired a car and I ask if we can join for the weekend. They accept and tell us to be ready tomorrow morning. One round in we call it a day, stumble back to the square, grab a taxi and head back to the hostel. It is 2am. The night is over.