Solace Rosanna
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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 herself providing answers to Rosanna’s probing questions. One question would elicit ten answers. Solace did manage to learn that Rosanna was the Director of a learning center called Getting Started With, which specialized in training and materials of and for computer applications and networking. Although it was dark, Solace could hear the smile on Rosanna’s face and pride in her accomplishments. Her company obviously meant a great deal to her. Her pride was not unfounded. GSW (as Rosanna called it) had blossomed from one center in mid-Manhattan to the Bronx, Brooklyn and soon would be opening a facility in Queens.
Solace told Rosanna about her stint as a voice teacher at the Music for Life school where she had been working with the extremely talented to the occasional tone-deaf student for the past three years. Solace also told her about her own quest for singing stardom.
“I sing in a café on the weekends. It’s a pretty cool gig. I get a small check plus dinner, and the tips are great. Maybe you’ll come see me some day,“ she said proudly.
“What kind of songs do you enjoy singing?” Rosanna asked with undisguised interest.
“Oh, I’ll sing just about anything for an audition. But my absolute favorites are ballads and Broadway tunes. Do you like music?” Solace asked.
“I do.” Rosanna offered tentatively.
“And are you going to tell me what kind you like or am I going to have to tickle it out of you?” Solace asked brazenly.
Rosanna laughed.
“Well..” she started tentatively. I have a passion for classical music. My favorite composer is Mozart.” She waited for Solace to giggle or say something flippant, but her response was anything but.
“Really? I love Mozart! He’s relaxing yet interesting. I tell my students if they’d had radio back in his day, he might have been on an alternative station.
“I’ve never thought about that before. You’re probably right,” Rosanna said looking up noticing that they had reached 109th street already.
“We’re here”, she announced.
Solace thought she detected a slight note of regret in Rosanna’s voice. Of course, she might have been hoping that was the case because she knew she was sorry they had gotten here so fast.
“Well, Ms. Romero, I thank you for walking me. How chivalrous of you.”
Solace made a small curtsy and bowed her head slightly.
“You don’t have to thank me. I practically forced myself on you.” Rosanna responded, hoping Solace couldn’t see the blush that immediately stained her cheeks.
Impulsively, Solace asked if Rosanna would like to come up for some tea.
“Tea?” Rosanna responded as if she’d never heard of the beverage.
“You know, you boil water, let the tea leaves steep for a bit and—“ Rosanna smiled as she ran her fingers through her hair. She finally said.
“Okay, smarty. I’ll come up but not for tea. Do you have any diet soda?”
“Diet soda! Yuk! Don’t tell me you’re one of those.” Solace said in mock disdain.
“One of those whats?” Rosanna asked, crossing her arms.
“One of those diet gurus. Do you know how many chemicals diet soda has? It’s filled with carcinogens and God knows what else. It’s pure poison,” Solace finished with a flourish.
“Well, I like to live dangerously then,” Rosanna countered. “I can’t keep this body fit by filling it with sugar, you know.”
Solace sighed. “Well, I guess I can find something, if I really search. Come on, Sanna.”
“Sanna?” Rosanna asked, surprised.
“I don’t know where that came from, but I think it fits. Is it all right if I call you that?” Solace asked anxiously.
Rosanna thought a minute and said, “Sure. I’ll get used to it. No one’s ever called me that one.”
They entered Solace’s building and made their way to her one-bedroom apartment, which was located on the second floor.
“I have a fear of elevators, so I chose my apartment with that in mind.”
Well, I guess she won’t be visiting me too much on the 20th floor, thought Rosanna.
Solace extracted her keys from her bag. Opening the door she called out in theatrical tones, “Welcome to Chez Solace!” She stretched out her arms and in one smooth motion, tossed her cane to one side and her bag to another. She then proceeded to turn on every light in her living room. She had four tall Halogen lamps, which illuminated the area to such a degree that it reminded Rosanna of a ball field.
Rosanna shielded her eyes with one hand and held out her other hand as if she were trying to fend off an attacker.
“You’re blinding me!” She said and instantly regretted her choice of words, but Solace was quick with a snappy come-back.
“Excellent. Welcome to my world!” She rubbed her hands together as if portraying a fiend in a bad movie.
Rosanna put her hands down, reached into her briefcase took out her sunglasses and put them on.
‘Okay. That’s better,’ she said with exaggerated relief.
Solace laughed and Rosanna joined her.
“Just sit anywhere!” Solace called out as she crossed the room and turned a corner to where Rosanna thought the kitchen might be located. It turned out that her assumption was correct because Solace was asking her if she would like some mango nectar. She said that sounded great and the next thing she knew Solace was returning with a tall glass of the orange-colored drink.
Rosanna put down her briefcase and looked around for a place to sit. Solace seemed fond of soft, overstuffed cushion-like chairs. Rosanna did not see anything resembling a sofa. She took the offered glass and downed half the drink before Solace had even taken a few good sips of her own.
“That’s really good. Thank you,” she said.
“You’re welcome. Glad you liked it.” Solace said, finishing hers with a final gulp. Abruptly, she placed her empty glass on a nearby table.
“Do you wanna hear something, Sanna?” she asked with an air of eagerness.
“Sure.” Rosanna answered amiably and made her way to a blue cushion-chair.
Solace flew over to a mini-stereo system and opened a huge cabinet next to it. Rosanna’s mouth dropped open in awe at the compact disc collection inside. There must have been hundreds, if not thousands of jewel cases. She got up and went to stand behind Solace, who jumped a bit as she felt the unexpected movement behind her. Okay. Why am I so jumpy? And maybe I should turn on the fan because it ‘s really warm in here.
“Wow! How many do you have?” Rosanna asked in amazement.
“About a thousand or so. I’ve stopped counting them all. It’s a small collection by comparison,” Solace answered with a hint of pride in her voice.
“By comparison to whom? I’m still a cassette woman. But I’m gradually converting,” Rosanna said, running her fingers down the stacks. Solace stared transfixed. Rosanna had lovely hands.
“Do you play an instrument? She asked softly.
“I play a little piano,” Rosanna answered, stepping back. Solace felt slightly dismayed at this movement and the slight chill it produced.
“You’ll have to play for me sometime, even tonight, if you like,” Solace said hopefully.
“I haven’t practiced in awhile. I’m really rusty,” Rosanna said shyly.
“So you’ll practice and you’ll play and I’ll sing,” Solace pronounced, suddenly remembering why she had dashed over to the stereo in the first place. She picked up a CD, placed it in the player and pressed play. The opening chords of “Not While I’m Around” from Stephen Sondheim’s Sweeney Todd began and then Solace could be heard. Her voice was soft and mellow, but the contrast could be heard when she sang the transition. Her voice was pure and clear without unnecessary embellishment. Rosanna dropped into a chair to listen. She was stunned. She had not been able to pick out Solace’s voice among the other sopranos because Solace had blended so well. When the piece ended, she sat silent for what seemed hours just staring at Solace.
“What’s the matter?” Solace asked, beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable at Rosanna’s intense appraisal.
“You’re amazing! That was so beautiful” Rosanna finally said.
“Thank you.” Solace said, feeling another blush creep up her face. She seemed to be doing a lot of that tonight. She removed the CD from the player and returned it to its case.
“Can I buy a copy of that somewhere?” Rosanna asked.
“No, but I’ll make a copy for you.” Solace answered with pleasure.
“You have a cd burner?” Rosanna asked surprised.
“Yes, it was expensive, but I thought it was a cheaper way to send out high-quality demos of my work.” Solace smiled.
“That’s clever. Thank you—in advance,” Rosanna said simply.
“I’ll bring it next week to the rehearsal. Oh. Are you going to be there?” She asked anxiously.
“We would be nuts to miss any of these rehearsals,” Rosanna answered with a smirk.
“You’re right. What am I saying?” Solace agreed.
“Well, I better go. I have an early A.M. meeting with a new instructor.” Rosanna rose and walked toward Solace.
Solace stuck out her hand and Rosanna took it between her own. She told Solace that it had been great meeting her and that she looked forward to seeing her next week. Solace responded in kind and they made their way to the door. Solace opened it and Rosanna stepped out. She turned back to look at Solace.
“Good night, Sol,” Rosanna said softly.
“Sol? I like that. No one has ever called me that before,” Solace answered with a shy smile.
“It suits you. You remind me of the sun, bright and cheerful,” Rosanna replied and thought, well, chalk one up for the mushy team. She started walking backwards.
“Be careful, Sanna or you’ll fall,” Solace said, concern evident in her tone.
“Don’t worry. I’m fine. I’ve got eyes in back of my head.” That said, she promptly missed the last two steps and fell flat on her butt.
“Are you all right?” Solace asked as she rushed down the stairs to help Rosanna.
Rosanna got to her feet slowly, grimaced and then smiled.
“Guess the eyes in the back of my head need a checkup!” In spite of her concern for Rosanna, Solace chuckled at her new friend’s quick wit. For she was certain they would become friends.
Rosanna turned and limped out of the building, her knee was killing her but she didn’t want Solace to see how much pain she was in. Although it would sound cruel if voiced, she was glad Solace could not see well. She did have the presence of mind to yell back. “I’ll call you, Sol!”
“Okay. Great! Please be careful, Sanna” Solace called down.
Rosanna hopped in a taxi. She thought back with cautious pleasure on the evening’s events. She suddenly sat up in the seat. How was she going to call the woman when she didn’t even have her phone number. She ran her fingers through her hair in dismay. At that very moment, Solace sat bolt upright in her favorite chair.
“How’s she gonna call me? She doesn’t have my phone number!” She flung herself back in the chair and sighed. It’ll all work out…somehow. It better!
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 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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“Bizarrey! Bizarrey!” Solace called as she entered her apartment. “Mommy’s home! Come here, sweetums!” That’s probably why she’s staying away, Solace thought. What self-respecting cat would want to be called ‘sweetums’? She dumped her cane and shoulder-bag at the door and began to search her one-bedroom apartment. She looked in all of Bizarrey’s known hiding places without success—under the bed (which was useless since she would not have been able to see her there anyway), on the window sills,...
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...
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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...
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Rosanna had walked five blocks before she found herself stopping and slowly turning around to see if Sol was still standing there. Why? Why did she care? She didn’t. She let out a low moan. Solace had already gone. What did it matter? Mattie was expecting her for dinner and she definitely did not want to be late. That was another trait they shared—punctuality. Sol had not known the meaning of the word. Mattie was always ready when she was supposed to be. Never more would Rosanna have to wait by...
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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Liv Wild is looking sexy in her tight latex mini dress that can barely hide her purple panties and bikini. She loves to be a hot tease in her thigh high socks and wants you to come close to see just how wet her pussy is for you! Tommy Gunns girthy cock will give her all she wants as he tries to penetrate her deep going slow before speeding up to make her cry out in pleasure. She loves bending over in doggy so you can look right in her gorgeous eyes while Tommy takes her from behind making those...
xmoviesforyouIt was January 2003 and it was her B'day soon and I had decided that after all the years of fantasizing about her being taken by a black man, watching as she cum so intensely while thinking about it and watching porn movies of big cocked black guys destroying white women's pussies, mouths, and asses with their cocks that I was going to make it happen for her. I knew she didn't believe that I really wanted her to do it down deep but I knew that it made me really hard thinking of her moaning and...
Mistress of Gor Dedicated to the genius of Olga Turlovna with sincere admiration. Chapter 9: We are attacked before dawn. Now everything changes. I reclined on a pile of soft velvet cushions and stretched my hand towards the silver bowl of sweet dates that a slave-girl belonging to Lady Sareena was holding before me. A silken pagoda had been erected for the richer members of the caravan, a place in which we could eat, drink and converse in luxury. Captain Arturius sat to my right;...
Well I was 12 at the time I had my first encounter with another boy my age. My name is brad, He was my best friend; his name is Conner and has dark brown hair and a firm body, 5 foot 1 inch, he’s 12 as well. I have blonde hair and blue eyes and just have a little baby fat left on me. I’m 5 foot 2 inches. We are both circumcised and have a purple scar around our shafts. We had the same doctor circumcise us as our parents were friends and saw that we would get the same circumcision operation....
Sunlight streams into the window and over the bed. The music still plays loudly as Candace opens her eyes and clutches her head. “What the fuck happened?” she asks. Luke groans and rolls over. “We aren’t doing that again.” “No, never again,” she agrees. “You’re the one that started it,” he accuses. “Don’t remind me.” “You thirsty?” he asks. Candace only nods. He gets up and gets a couple glass of water and they sit and drink them before lying back down and sleeping some more. Eventually...
Two beads in my mouth tugged at my closed teeth. I dared not open my mouth even though I knew it was what I should do. I should just observe. They would have to come out sometime anyways. Sick reasons to continue what I was doing. Chelsea’s little hole reached the full diameter of the sphere and then popped out. A girly little moan escaped her mouth down near my penis. She was propped over me, slowly pulling herself free so she could suck on me; fighting the erotic pain to reach her...
After my first time with Merida, about a week went by before she invited me to come to her home. Her dad was gone and her mom was busy screwing around with one of the employees that worked at the Bar & Grill they owned, so Merida didn't expect her parents to be home anytime soon. She had the house all to herself. An excited, hormone filled, sex-addled teen, I made my way to her home. It was a 45 minute drive with long, winding roads that led deep into the countryside. Far from any major...
After the best and most intense training session we’ve ever participated in at the Taekwondo Studio, we invited the members of our tournament teams over to our house for another workout. Besides Ben, Toro and me, we have Doc Roberts and Mickey Bradshaw in our men’s Delegation. Aroya and Marita have gone to Dallas with their mom to spend two weeks with their grandmother through the Christmas holidays. They have a cousin two years younger, who works for them in their cleaning business....
Introduction: This story picks up immediately after the end of my first story, Katies dress is too small. Thanks for all the votes * * * * * * * So, did you like my pussy? whispered 14-year-old Katie, with a sleepy smile. Scott softly panted, eyes closed. He stroked Katies just-fucked cunt as his heart beat like a jackhammer. His head lay on her young chest, his shaggy hair flopped over her breasts. He could feel her crazy heartbeat under his cheek. Scott lazily opened his mouth and began...
Ken felt for the bulky gun holstered under his coat, steeled his courage, and then entered the dark alleyway behind the Klub Kasbah. He had tried to call Beth earlier. No answer. Some wooden boxes left in a pile allowed him to climb up to a dirty window high on the back wall. The window was so dirty that he couldn't see anything inside. Carefully, he scraped away years of grunge. After some effort, a tiny peephole through the filth allowed Ken to see a few shapes and features in the room......
When I first gave in to Robert, I had been working for him for about two years. Despite what you might imagine, my husband and I were having no trouble of any kind. We had been together for twelve years and were still very much in love. Nothing drove me away from my husband but something was drawing me to my boss.Robert, on the other hand, was in the middle of divorcing his wife. Like me, she was in her early thirties. Robert was in his mid-fifties. He is a very tall and handsome man with dark...
Cuckold"Well, Katrina," he muttered, covering his face with it already angled down. "Do you think I could..." I pushed back my bag and slowly pulled myself out. "What, Stan?" He couldn't make eye contact, and I saw him dancing around a bit too. "Um, I was just hoping... that maybe..." "What, Stan? I love you to death like my son's BFF, but I need to hit the road," I warned him, crossing my arms. He still couldn't form a full sentence or even speak for a moment after that. Although,...
It was after seven when Bryan came pulling into the driveway for the second time that day. The load that he had in the trailer wasn't nearly filled to capacity but was definitely at the weight limit. Bags of concrete were heavy and to haul them over 100 miles he had to stop and let the tires on the trailer cool down every thirty miles. That had worked out fine because the state police had checkpoints at about that distance on the interstate highways. After the first trip into the city he...
Right from the start - By: Beverly Taff List of Characters. Simon: The main character; Dorie Lou: The girl next Door; Mrs Benson: Dorie Lou's mother; Mary and Sandra: Their classmates in school. Simon was tired of playing with his toy soldiers. They reminded him too much of his father who had bought them piecemeal over the last two years before he and Simon's mother had finally divorced. At six years old, the divorce had left Simon devastated. He had loved his father and the...
Every time I travel with my job, the opportunities are endless: businesswomen at bars, wives stopping at Starbucks, stay-at-home moms shopping for husbands and family. The urges are everywhere. My problem is, I can’t just walk by without making myself known. I am a man. I can’t help it. The woman that you see at Starbucks is a woman on her way home from work. The woman that I see is a private fuck party waiting to meet someone that will make them lose all control of their inhibitions. The woman...
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