Artistry Through Latin Love

I was with a vampiric mister and master last night.  I feel his special vampiric wizardry coming through the internet and my computer circuitry, simultaneously, trying to type on this entry.  My privacy blocks are just too strong, after Pappy (former CIA/ heinous werewolfery) clicked through the internet around me taking me to child porn sites.  My remote wizardry stopped that in Indy, and this vampire here as well.  We have been together before 3 times.  He is an artist and is very wealthy.  I directed his creativity and though he was volatile, we reached all the points of interest for the werewolves who were watching.  I am sure that they were laughing the whole time.  Comedy comes quickly around me, especially when I sing ballads at karaoke.  Latin men are quick to see a comedy to military and law enforcement service that is basically unpaid.  They are used every day in that way, and now they are here to party and stop the boohoo stories about their beautiful countries.  They know that they will go back and create empires for all to see.  My very first experience with a Latin master was in Muncie, IN.  He worked at Olive Garden.  He spoke no English, but I met his whole family when I cooked a full meal and brought it to him for our date.  I got sing and play with the children.  There were smiles all around.  He was law and law enforcement from Mexico City, and he honored me by agreeing to wear a condom for the first time.  In terms of that man, his position in his society, and the proximity of the rest of the family, it could have been seen as a disgrace.  I learned long ago that using condoms can be effortless if the female is just very good at unwrapping them and placing them on the phallus quickly and in a slick motion.  It then becomes a comedic story for later, especially if I do it in the pitch black darkness.  In his presence, I became aware that he was and evermore and was actually CORTEZ.  He had been Mexican the whole time, not Spanish.  He was a strong despot and leader, and actually came from royal Mayan lines.  He was far too deep in debt to the drug "council" in Muncie, IN.  Once we were together, he had no privacy.  He slaughtered his whole family in a fit of dangerous histrionic rage, and went back to Mexico City.  Cortez, you will always be my first and your beautiful Mexico will be beautiful again.  Lead in a way that would make me proud, and I will always be you Esperanza here, and overseas.