Every spanish girlfriend fantasy starts the same way. With a soft hola, mi amor and a man melting before I have even said anything dirty.

I am Valentina. Twenty one, passionate, impatient, and completely devoted to being the best girlfriend you have ever had for one perfect night. This spanish girlfriend fantasy is the one where I cook for you, I giggle with you, and then I absolutely wreck you. Let me tell you about last night.

Your Spanish Girlfriend Fantasy Begins in the Kitchen

He called me after a terrible day. Work was awful, his boss was awful, everything was awful. Come here, I told him. I will make it better.

When he arrived, I was in the kitchen in an apron and not much else, stirring something that smelled like heaven. I kissed his cheek, I asked about his day in my soft accent, I poured him wine. For twenty minutes, I was just his girl. Warm. Sweet. Normal.

That is the secret of a perfect spanish girlfriend fantasy. The sweetness makes the nasty so much hotter.

Then I bent to check the oven, and I felt his eyes on me, and I smiled to myself. Like what you see, papi? I asked.

How a Spanish Girlfriend Fantasy Turns Dirty

Dinner never got served. I will tell you that right now.

He came up behind me while I was at the stove, his hands on my hips, his mouth on my neck, and I melted. I turned in his arms and I kissed him like I had been waiting all day for it. Because I had. In my spanish girlfriend fantasy, I am always waiting for you.

I whispered in Spanish first. Soft things. Sweet things. Te quiero, mi amor. Eres todo para mi. He shivered, because even sweet Spanish sounds filthy when I say it like that, low and breathy, my hand sliding down his chest.

Then I switched. You want to know what I am saying? I asked. I am saying I want you. Right now. On this kitchen floor.

The stove was still warm. Dinner was getting cold. Neither of us cared.

The Middle of Every Spanish Girlfriend Fantasy Is Bilingual

I will not give you every word here. Some things you need to hear in my voice, in my accent, while you are alone and touching yourself. But I will tell you this.

I mixed the languages until he could not tell which one he was moaning in. Mi corazon when I was tender. Fuck me harder when I was not. Dirty Spanish that sounded like poetry and meant things that would make his mother faint. He repeated the words back to me, stumbling over the pronunciation, and I laughed, delighted, and taught him the right way to say them. Slowly. While I moved.

Otra vez, I whispered. Again.

He did not need to be told twice.

Why My Spanish Girlfriend Fantasy Always Leaves Them Dreaming

Because I am the whole package, papi. The girl who asks about your day and the girl who begs in Spanish. The vanilla scent and the filthy mouth. The giggle and the growl.

Most men have never had both at once. They have had sweet girls who were boring in bed, or nasty girls who did not care about them. I care. I care so much it hurts. And then I get nasty anyway, because that is what you need, and I always know what you need.

After, I finally served dinner. Cold, but delicious. He ate like he had run a marathon. I sat across from him, smiling, already planning what I would do to him next time.

Your Spanish Girlfriend Fantasy Is One Call Away

So call me, mi amor. Let me be your girl tonight. Tell me about your day in that tired voice, and let me make it all disappear. I will whisper te quiero in your ear while my hand slides down, and I will teach you dirty Spanish you will never forget.

If you want to talk to me right now, call the dispatcher at (888)-202-6036 and ask for Valentina. Tu novia favorita is waiting.