Solace Rosanna
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2003: ‘I had her in my arms, Lee…in my arms and then she was gone!’ Casey whaled with her head in her hands.
‘You must be losing your touch,’ Leander offered, knowing this would get a response from Casey.
As he thought, she looked up, her eyes blazing.
‘Not on your life! It was that damned cell phone call. It spoiled the whole moment.’ Casey sat up, her fingers gripping her knees. ‘I’m going to have her, Lee. She can’t just walk out of my life now.’
‘You walked out of hers.’ Leander reminded her.
‘That was different. I was young and didn’t really have any direction in my life. I needed to figure out what I wanted—and needed,’ Casey said with emphasis on the last word.
‘Well, you didn’t seem to need Rosanna Romero at the time and she’s probably moved on,’ Leander said soberly.
‘Leander, whose side are you on here?’ Casey asked with growing annoyance.
‘I am on your side, but that doesn’t mean I can’t point out the truths that I see,’ he replied with a gentle smile and a pat on her knee. Casey swatted his hand away.
‘Well, I don’t want to hear truth. I want to hear Ross whispering in my ear how much she wants me and then—’ She broke off the statement because it only caused her frustration level to rise.
‘Why didn’t you let her know you liked her in high school?’ Leander asked innocently.
‘I don’t know. Maybe I was afraid it would ruin our friendship. We were so close. I told Rosanna everything back then—about the guys anyway. People don’t always understand those of us who are attracted to both sexes. They want you to choose.’
‘I think if anyone would have understood it would have been your best friend, don’t you think?’ replied Leander, removing his glasses to wipe them with a handkerchief.
‘I couldn’t take that chance. I didn’t want to lose her,’ she murmured as she ran both hands through her hair away from her face. ‘I’ve got to take a shower. She was torn about this, though, because she wanted to freshen up, but she hated to erase the traces of Ross’s intoxicating cologne.
From what Casey had told Leander, it had sounded like they had gone quite far in the foreplay department. Very interesting. Casey was positively vibrating with sexual tension.
Casey suddenly looked up and said, ‘Lee, you’ve got to help me get Ross back.’
‘And how do you suppose we do that, Ms. Deans…kidnap her? Leander smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. ‘And what if she doesn’t want to be gotten?’
‘We could not have gone as far as she did if she didn’t want me. Ross is a woman of honor.’ Casey rose with finality. She called back as she strode to her bedroom, ‘You can let yourself out, Lee. I’ll get back to you on the plan—as soon as I think of one.’
‘I’m sure you will and that’s what I’m afraid of,’ Leander said as he stood, stretched and headed for the door. I wonder if the lovely Ms. Romero knows what she’s in for, he thought as he closed the door behind him and headed for the stairwell. He was in a fever to write everything down.
As the cool spray washed over Casey’s body, her mind drifted back to her previous activities with Ross. She could not get her out of her mind—her caresses, kisses. All blended to send her into a frenzy of arousal. How would she sleep tonight? She wouldn’t until she found release. Her little buddy would be a poor substitute, but it would have to do. Once she had satisfied the needs of her body, she could concentrate on her plan.
Rosanna and Matilda walked in silence to La Contessa’s. Rosanna’s mind was working overtime trying to find the right words. There are no right words! Her mouth and throat were as dry as sandpaper and she was uncertain that she would be able to articulate anything, much less a coherent excuse. Matilda, in contrast, was smiling to herself as if the mysteries of the world had been whispered in her ear and only she could choose to whom she would reveal them. She held on to Rosanna’s arm and squeezed gently. Matilda broke the silence as they entered the cool, dark restaurant where they had dined many times.
‘Rosanna, I know you’ll be honest with me because we have an honest relationship. No matter what’s happened, I’m sure we can sort it all out and go on from here,’ Matilda declared as they were seated in a small booth.
‘Right,’ Rosanna replied. She said nothing more. Sure. She says that now and then when I tell her I almost made love to another woman, she’ll freak out and it’ll be a whole different story. I know women. I am a woman! She glanced at her menu. The brief respite, which had renewed her appetite, was gone and she found that nothing on the extensive menu appealed to her. She gulped down her water and signaled the server for another glass.
‘You certainly are thirsty, Rosanna,’ Matilda said, eyeing her menu with what appeared to be great interest.
‘I’m always thirsty. You know me.’ Rosanna replied softly and made an attempt at a half-hearted smile.
‘And hungry?’ Matilda asked with mock innocence.
‘That, too. I think my appetite has flown the coop, though. But how was your day, Mattie?’ Rosanna asked, hoping to divert Matilda’s attention.
‘I thought you were starving,’ Mattie said.
‘I don’t know what happened. Maybe I’m coming down with something.’ Rosanna said lamely.
‘Perhaps it has something to do with your pants.’ Matilda offered pointedly. She reached her hand across the table and placed it atop Rosanna’s.
‘Your hands are freezing! What’s the matter? Maybe you are coming down with a bug, Rosanna. You should see Dr. Edwards tomorrow,’ she announced.
‘No, I…really, Mattie. I don’t think it’s that serious. I’ll get some over-the-counter stuff.’
‘You have that meeting for your new staff on Monday. You want to be at your best, Rosanna,’ Matilda continued, brushing a lock of Rosanna’s hair out of her eyes.
Rosanna thought that perhaps Matilda might be right about the sick thing because right now she felt alternately hot, cold and her stomach was tied up in so many knots, Houdini couldn’t have escaped!
The server appeared and Mattie gave her order. She also took the liberty of ordering a bowl of soup and small salad for Rosanna, who raised an eyebrow, but did not protest.
‘Soup is good for you right now. You really don’t look well, Rosanna. Your color is not good at all,’ Matilda fussed.
‘Look, Mattie. I have to tell you something,’ Rosanna began.
‘You know, Rosanna, I don’t know if I’m quite ready to hear this yet.’ Matilda began gazing around the restaurant as if seeing it for the first time.
‘I’m not sure I want to tell you, but as you say, we have always had an honest relationship and we can’t have a life together unless…’ Rosanna sighed heavily and began to recount the day’s events, starting with her meeting with Solace and ending with the scenario on Casey’s carpet.
As Rosanna spoke, Matilda sat listening intently, never interrupting. When Rosanna ended her narrative, she calmly rose, picked up a full glass of water and tossed it in Rosanna’s face, drenching her.
‘I thought you said we’d be able to sort it out!’ Rosanna sputtered.
‘Go and sort it out with Solace or Casey or whomever you want in your bed now, Rosanna Romero! I can’t be near you!’ With those words, Mattie stormed out of the restaurant.
Rosanna used a napkin to dry herself as best she could. Their server, Frank, whom they had known for a year, came up to her and asked in soft tones,
‘Do you still want your soup, Rosanna?’
‘No thanks, Frank,’ she answered and got up to leave the restaurant, her damp sweater and pants clinging to her suggestively. She garnered a few brief stares, but was completely oblivious to anything but the horrible situation she had gotten herself into. She certainly was in the mood for alienating everyone. She would go home, throw a TV dinner in the microwave and wat
ch a movie. It didn’t matter what movie—just something to calm her nerves, a comedy perhaps. Goddess knew she needed a damned good laugh right now.
She was in such deep thought that she did not hear Matilda calling to her as she entered her building.
‘Rosanna!’ Matilda called again. Rosanna turned to face her. She did not speak. Her bangs were plastered to her forehead. She simply stared at Matilda in helpless defeat.
‘I’m sorry, Rosanna,’ Matilda said, coming to stand in front of Rosanna.
‘I’m sorry, too, Mattie.’
‘I was shocked that you—’ Matilda broke off.
‘Do you want to talk, Mattie?’
‘I don’t know if I’m ready for that, but I did want to apologize for making a scene.’
‘Please come upstairs, Mattie. I want to try to explain.’ Rosanna placed a hand on Matilda’s arm.
‘Excuse me, ladies,’ a woman’s voice said.
‘Come on,’ said Rosanna. ‘I’ve got to get out of these clothes or I really will catch something.’ She led them to the elevators. They rode up in silence and entered the quiet, now dark apartment. Rosanna placed her keys on their peg and went straight to her bedroom to change. Matilda followed her. Rosanna stripped off her sweater and pants. As she searched in her drawer, she felt a sharp sting on her butt.
‘Hey! Mattie, why did you—’ She did not get a chance to finish her sentence as Matilda advanced.
‘You deserve that and more, Ms. Romero,’ said Matilda defiantly. She pushed Rosanna firmly onto her bed. Matilda had been working out on a regular basis and she was almost as strong as Rosanna, who put up a brief ineffectual struggle.
‘I’m going to show you that you don’t need any other woman, Rosanna.’ Matilda threw herself on top of Rosanna, grabbed her wrists, and plunged her tongue into Rosanna’s unsuspecting mouth. Stunned, all Rosanna could think to do was return the favor. Oh my gosh, Rosanna thought, Matilda likes it rough! Why did I not know this? Rosanna’s overloaded mind and over-heated body could take no more. She tore off Matilda’s expensive suit, not caring whether she ripped off every button. She pealed off the barely-there Victoria’s Secret underwear. Rosanna then proceeded to show Ms. Matilda Harper a thing or four about being in charge.
Physically satisfied, but mentally frazzled, they fell asleep in each other’s arms. When morning came, Rosanna rolled over, reached for Matilda and found her side of the bed cold and empty. She reached for the telephone, pressed the speed dial number for Matilda’s apartment, but received Matilda’s impersonal answering machine. She left a brief message and hung up. Why did she leave? She tried the number several more times, but received the same annoying message. She gave up and decided to go. The note left on her dresser stopped her. It read:
‘Rosanna,
I don’t know what came over me last night. I know I was devastated about what you told me because I thought you had gotten over Solace. I’m not sure you met her just because you wanted to say goodbye and that bothers me. Maybe I was trying to prove something to myself—that I was strong and in charge. I wanted to make you see what you’d be giving up. Silly, I know, but right now I can’t make much sense of anything, so I’m just going to abandon ship for a while. I’ll call you when I’m ready. Love, Matilda.’
Well, at least she put ‘love’, Rosanna thought and it dawned on her that she had never told Matilda that she loved her. And she did…didn’t she? And where had she gone?
2003: Solace let the phone ring at least four times before she answered it. For two weeks she had picked up the offending instrument on the first ring had been crestfallen each time. It was not that she didn’t have the desire to hear from her family and friends, she simply desperately longed to hear Rosanna’s low, smooth tones. She attributed her physical symptoms of lethargy, insomnia, and lack of appetite to the breakup. She cried more tears than she thought humanly possible, Bizarrey the Cat...
2000: “Aren’t you ready yet, Sol?” called Rosanna impatiently from Solace’s living room. She glanced again at her watch, noting they had less than an hour to get to the rehearsal in time. They would have to take a taxi. Katrina would give them the evil eye. Rosanna could not understand why Solace found it so difficult to get herself together each time. She seemed to be organized only half the time and the other she spent in a hopeless state of confusion. Rosanna huffed in agitation. Suddenly,...
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1998: Solace awakened that Sunday with anticipation. She was to meet Rosanna at Maria’s Market—a new restaurant on 91st street that offered what was billed as ‘healthy’ cuisine. Solace was not particularly health conscious, but she did make an effort to eat something nutritious at least a few times a week. She stood in front of her closet with the gooseneck lamp shining brightly over her shoulder. Gracious, that lamp is hot! I better pick something before I fry here. This was a thought that ran...
1998: Solace and Rosanna traversed the avenues and then made their way uptown. They walked arm in arm, and both smiled inwardly at how comfortable it felt walking with a near-perfect stranger. Solace considered herself to be a carefree person, but this was a bit odd even for her. Rosanna, being the levelheaded pragmatist knew she must be suffering from some form of temporary insanity because of her usual reserved and cautious nature. They kept up a stream of conversation. Actually, Solace found...
1998: Solace moaned so loudly that she woke herself up. Her heart was beating as if she had just completed the New York City Marathon. To her delight, she was still experiencing remnants of the intense orgasm that had been induced by the passionate love-making she and Rosanna Romero had shared. She basked in the euphoric feeling of the contractions of her vaginal muscles. How strange, she thought hazily. I just met her. How could I be dreaming about her already? When she came back to her...
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First, I would like to thank you, Faithful Reader, for sticking with the story. I would also like to send a special thanks to those who took the time to vote. That really meant a great deal to me. Perhaps I should have posted this work in Romance, as it was probably not as spicy as most would have liked. But I am a novice at this and will think before I post next time. Until then, happy reading and writing to you all! –Alacia I would also like to apologize for the late posting of this part. I...
2003: The day was overcast with the threat of rain, but Rosanna was prepared, as always, with her umbrella tucked in her shoulder-bag as she walked uptown to Matilda’s office. She recalled the times Solace had appeared at several of their meetings looking as if she’d been through a hurricane, hair plastered, soaked and wind-blown, but sexy, nonetheless. Damned sexy. On one such memorable occasion Solace had raced into a rehearsal-late–and dropped her belongings into a nearby chair. She had then...
2003: “Leander, What the hell are you doing?” Casey shrieked in horror. She had stopped to check on Leander’s progress with the decorating. She thought it would be safe enough to leave him with the simple task of artfully draping blue streamers around the guardrail of the roof garden. She should have been more vigilant. How had he sneaked the hugest bag of cotton-balls she had ever seen passed her? In the ensuing weeks since they had decided to have the party, they had learned that they...
2003: L. D. Jansen stood on the steps of her apartment house, hands thrust into pockets as she watched the departing taxi glide down the block and turn the corner. She turned abruptly and strode purposefully into the building. Her concentration was such that she did not hear Dodge, the doorman as he bid her a good evening. Jon Dodge found the enigmatic woman extremely attractive, not that he would ever let that little secret out. He watched her lithe, muscled physique as she strolled into the...
2003: Rosanna had only received one phone call from Matilda in the two weeks since her abrupt departure. She called to say that she was fine and would be staying with a friend in upstate New York. She did not offer a name and Rosanna stubbornly did not ask for one. She simply listened, her blood boiling and temples throbbing as Matilda explained that she needed to think about their future. Rosanna offered that perhaps they should discuss their future together, but Matilda had said that she was...
2003: Matilda Harper sat in her office, drumming her impeccably manicured finger nails on the top of her ultra-neat glass-covered desk. She glared at the telephone as if the instrument had offended her in some way. As far as Matilda was concerned, it had because Rosanna had once again rebuffed her dinner invitation, claiming she had important reports to finish. This excuse was beginning to wear thin and Matilda had slammed down the phone in frustration. She knew that Rosanna was still smarting...
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Casey grinned evily. Casey grinned evily. The cab pulled up in front of a ten-story red brick private building on a tree-lined street. There were three steps leading up to the entrance. Rosanna sat up and reached for her wallet, but Casey placed a restraining hand on her arm. “I got it,” Casey said as she began counting out the fair. “My tab is growing. Now I’ll really owe you,” Rosanna growled. “Yes, It is, and I love it!” Casey grinned evily. She jumped out of the car, ran around to the...
2003: Mozart’s Eine Kleine Nachtmusik played relentlessly as Rosanna squirmed out from under Casey and began searching frantically for her cell phone. “Dammit! Where the hell is my briefcase, Casey?” She yelled as she ran from corner to corner. “Calm down, Ross! It’s only the phone,” Casey said languidly, enjoying the spectacle of a very sexy, very naked Ross run around her living room. She did not budge from her spot on the carpeted floor. “No, it’s not just the phone. It’s Matilda!”...
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Hi..Friends..Mera nam anish tiwari hai mai indore (m.P) ka rehne wala hu ,,ye kahani hai meri ek,,,shadi ki jhaa mujhe ek anjan auty se sharirik sukh ka anubhav hua,,,mera email id hai ,aapko ye story kesi lagi or koi auty ya bhabhi ho to mujhe jarur mail kariyega. To dosto bat aise shuru hui ki abhi 1 month pahle,,,mean jun 2015 mai..Humari fa,ily ko ek shadi me jana tha jo ki indore se karib,,100 km dur thi mera man nah tha kyuki garmi bhot jada thi to mene soch k kon aisi garmi me pareshan...
Monday, June 03, 1996, Sanford Maine I walked into the delicious smell of something frying. “Hi, Honey Peach! I’m home!” I yelled out as if I was the husband returning from work. “Hi, Baby!” my sister yelled back as she glided over to throw her arms around me, welcoming me home with a super sexy kiss. “You’re early!” “Yeah, the exam was ridiculously easy. What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” “Well, I thought that you deserved a treat for being such a good boy before. I am making chicken...
1) A knock on my front door during a masturbation session.Ask any woman how she feels when pregnant? Fat, ugly, bloated would be the three most common, not to mention a host of others that get in the way.I missed sex. We just seemed to stop doing it. No romance or naughty public quickies, whenever our fancies tickled us, no teasing other men, unless they were admiring my lactating breasts down-blouse, which I had no problem showing, as the sex stopped on my husbands part, using the excuse, "He...
Dearest Willow and family, My sincere apologies, I guess I have been a bit touchy. We're going to not be spending quite as much time drilling any more. Right now it looks like we'll go out to the range or to practice unit maneuvers every fourth week. Why might you ask? It seems we may (I say may) have found the answer to our problem of having inbound ships shot at. Someone noticed, on the other end I suppose, that departing ships didn't have burns. Then we made a search and found that no...
Michelle, stood transfixed as Asif returned to his bedroom. Looking into Velma’s room her naked daughter lay on her bed having been used, fucked and humiliated by the Black boy.Michelle’s breasts were soar but her nipples tingled as the black prince strutted back to his room she knew and hoped that this would not be the end of his power for the week end as her son and daughter could not wait to be rid of the negro she felt a pang of guilt as her own desires .8pm saw tom arrive back from his...
Chapter 1 School girl love ‘Don’t be scared. Don’t be scared. Don’t be scared.’ I started saying this as if I can really convince myself not to be scared when walking down a long, scary, narrow path. Haunted, as they say but even though I know better, I’m starting to believe all of a sudden. I look around a breath sweet sigh of relief when no one, or thing, is there. ‘I’LL KILL YOU ALL!’ something shouts. ‘Ah.’ I breathed heavily as I sat up in my bed. Ja’Quan nearly jumped out the bed and...
One of Philip's most favorite non-family fucks had been Celia. She had turned him on the first time he'd ever met her and then he'd quickly continued seeing her and fucking her on a regular basis. He soon knocked her up with a baby, and then he and Celia had continued to get together and she'd continued to conceive one baby after another. The amazing thing to Philip was that the only thing that seemed to be affected in the long run with Celia's several pregnancies had been the size of...
I love the cooler evenings during the fall in Southwest Ohio. Just before the leaves start falling, I cruise my favorite areas, hotel parking areas, truck stops, parks and adult store parking areas to see if there is much activity from the locals. If not, I like to arrange to meet a stranger every now and then.Last week, while sitting in my car in a well known adult store parking area in my Daisy Dukes and high heels, I had a farm boy approach me and ask me if I was looking for anything...
.....Aldi again....food shop...yawn....oooo a smile from a real sexy woman,nice .....smile back ..she winks....checkout time.....she in the Q behind behind me .. small talk....cool body language..she standing way close...looking me over.. I'm checking her too...45 50 yrs.....big'n'curvy but not fat....lovely flowing hair.... dressed sexy but not tarty....lovely scent...(doing what scent does best... arousing me ).....all paid up....here goes... I ask her if she fancies a coffee.. ' no lets skip...
The room was in darkness and silent when I suddenly woke up…The silence was broken by noises coming from the master bedroom. These noises sounded like passionate, whimpering cries with yearning groans. There was the marital bed headboard slamming into the wall, startling the bed in the guest room upon which I was spending this long night.These passionate noises kept me from slipping back on the bed to pass out again.In the background, I could hear clearly my sensual wife’s frantic moans...
Growing up, I always felt lucky, living next door to a slightly mad scientist. He used to let me help with his fantastic research. I helped log information into his computers, mixed chemicals, even catch stray dogs and cats for his experiments. Things were going great. He was making a shitload of cash. I would bring him stray mutts, and he would turn them in to pure breed puppies. The market for bulldogs, and akitas was over $2,000 a pup. I'd catch some scrawny fleabag, and bring it...
Tom rode back to the crossroads on the south side of town and kept going east toward the river. He was close to forty miles from Omaha and he had about six hours of sunlight left. Not knowing this part of the country he felt his best bet would be to travel during daylight and lay low until the next morning. He came to the trail that led south along the Missouri River and headed away from Newton and the friends he’d made in the short time he was there. Sheriff Keyes had told Tom that the...
A Love So Bold By Anon Allsop Preface: Origins of the Amulet of Asclepius The amulet was a thin medal of hammered silver, an ancient necklace which dated back to before the time of Christ. It first came to knowledge with the early Greeks, said to have been imbued with great mystical powers, forged directly by the hands of the gods. On one side of the amulet was a clear, blue sapphire teardrop that appeared to have a sunburst deeply etched within the backside of the beautiful stone....