Minh

Dear diary,
After a short flight from Bangkok, I landed in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam — a city that felt like stepping into another world.The streets were alive with the constant buzz of scooters, the smell of sizzling street food, and a rhythm that pulsed through every corner.​I started my day with a traditional Vietnamese breakfast: strong coffee dripping slowly through a metal filter, paired with a warm, crunchy bánh mì sandwich. With my notebook in hand, ready to collect impressions for the article I was writing, I set out to explore the city.My first stop was Ben Thanh Market, a maze of colorful stalls overflowing with fragrant spices, silk scarves, and exotic fruits I couldn’t even name. The air was thick with the mingled scents of grilled seafood and sweet coconut desserts.From there, I wandered to the Notre-Dame Cathedral Basilica, its French colonial architecture standing as a proud reminder of the city’s past, before stopping at the Central Post Office, where locals and tourists alike marveled at the grand hall beneath its arched ceiling.As the day went on, I immersed myself in the city’s contrasts — modern skyscrapers rising above ancient temples, and serene parks nestled between chaotic streets. By the time I reached the War Remnants Museum, the sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the bustling city.As evening approached, I realized I had been walking for hours, completely caught up in the sights, sounds, and people. Slowly, the streets began to change.Market stalls folded up, vendors packed away their goods, and families retreated inside their homes.
The once-lively streets grew quiet, and the lights dimmed one by one.​I decided it was time to head back to my hotel — only to discover, with a sinking heart, that my phone battery was dead. My portable charger was back in my room, and I had no directions, no map, no way to call for a ride.​I sat down on the pavement, tired and disoriented, trying to calm the rising panic in my chest. Just when I felt completely alone, a hand appeared in front of me, strong and steady.I looked up — and saw him.A tall, muscular man with bronzed skin, his body effortlessly powerful, like someone carved from warm stone. His dark eyes met mine, full of quiet confidence and concern.He helped me to my feet and, in perfect English, introduced himself: “Minh.”I hurriedly explained how I had gotten lost, my words tumbling over each other. Minh listened patiently, then offered to give me a ride back to my hotel.
I agreed — but insisted on buying him dinner to thank him.His face lit up with a wide smile. “Deal.”We hopped on his motorbike, the cool night air rushing past me as the city lights blurred around us. Minh took me to a small local restaurant tucked away on a quiet side street.He ordered for us — and every dish was extraordinary.We shared crispy Vietnamese vegetable pancakes, fragrant with fresh herbs, and steaming bowls of pho, the broth so rich and comforting it felt like a hug.But as amazing as the food was, Minh himself was even more captivating.
He was charming, witty, and sharply intelligent, with a laugh so infectious that I couldn’t stop smiling. Conversation flowed easily, our chemistry undeniable. It felt like one of the best dates I’d had in a long, long time — effortless and electric.After dinner, we strolled through the city, hand brushing against hand, until we reached the entrance of my hotel. Minh paused, looked into my eyes, and asked softly:
“May I kiss you?”Like a perfect gentleman, he waited for my answer.
I didn’t wait a second — I kissed him passionately.The kiss ignited something between us. I invited him upstairs, and the moment the elevator doors closed, the energy shifted. Minh lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his strong frame as he pressed me against the mirrored wall.We kissed hungrily, our bodies grinding together as the elevator rose.When the doors opened, he carried me straight to my room without breaking the kiss, laying me down on the bed and hovering over me, his breath hot against my skin.We kissed and teased each other until our clothes were gone, scattered across the floor.That night, Minh took complete control — and I surrendered to him entirely.
After my experience in Thailand, where I had been the one in charge, it felt thrilling to be submissive again, to give myself over to his strength and desire.​He moved with precision and hunger, his body powerful and unrelenting.
Each thrust was deep, purposeful, hitting every spot with perfect rhythm. I clung to him, moaning his name, lost in the intensity of it all.​It was rough, passionate, and breathtakingly intimate — a dance of dominance and surrender that left me shaking with pleasure.When it was finally over, he collapsed on top of me, his body heavy and warm.
Almost instantly, he fell asleep, his steady breathing mingling with mine.And there I lay, pinned beneath his weight, feeling safe, desired, and utterly at peace.
Exactly what I had needed that night.​By morning, the city outside had woken up, bustling and bright once again.
But inside that room, time stood still — the memory of Minh’s strength and tenderness lingering like the scent of incense in the air.​Vietnam had given me a night I would never forget.
And Minh…
He had left a mark on my body and my heart, one I wasn’t ready to let go of.