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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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...
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Incest(Continued from: ) Okay so a previous commenter said how my previous story ^_^ ended perfectly for a second chapter to be allowed. So.. here goes! If you haven’t read my first story (which is a little shorter) I really would advise you do because this might end up not making full sense otherwise! As always PLEASE rate and comment, thank you! Fixing up her blouse and rounding off her tie she walked to the door, opening it and starting to walk out. ‘Oi,’ Dean called, she turned round...
Date: sun 11th November 2008 07:01:36 -0700 (PDT) From: Sharon Pinder Subject: Room for SurpriseWarning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between men If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for...
"Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh." I blink . The burning red alarm clock next to my bed tells the time. It's 3:00 AM. Three fucking 'o clock in the morning. I try to block my ears with my pillows, but it doesn't do shit. The constant guttural sound pierces it like it wasn't even there. I lay back in bed. This was the third night this week I've woken up to this. "Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh." The third night this week. I had work in the morning too. I should call the cops. Have them break up...whatever they're up to....
BDSM“A volcano can lie sleeping for many generations before spouting again. Your mountain may well stay sleeping for many generations to come, but you should be aware of this remote possibility. If it ever starts to make noises and begin shaking the ground, that is the sign to leave and go many days travel away from here, to get to a safe distance. Volcanoes can affect a huge distance. Expect to stay well away for a long time; perhaps a lifetime if the volcano continues to rumble...
My wife Aisling and I have always had a good relationship with a very healthy sex life. This is an account of how our relationship moved beyond the conventional norm. At the time I was 35 and she was 32. I could go into great detail describing what Aisling looked like, but the easiest way is to say that she looked then a lot like the pop singer Katy Perry does now. She had long glossy dark hair, bright blue eyes and a slim but curvy figure with naturally large breasts and great legs. I was (and...
Gossip Girled 6 The tranquilizer that Lexi gave me knocked me out for more than just an hour or two. When I woke up I could see the double image of the red numbers on my digital clock reading 1:00 am. My body was shaking and I was warm all over. Flashbacks of when I got my second skin treatment from Pamela ran through my brain as the cool perspiration secreted from my pores. The room was spinning as I tried to get a grip of my emotions. I drifted in and and out of a light sleep til...
*************Tercera parte************* La habitaci?n ten?a una puerta blanca que estaba cerrada. Gir? el pomo y se abri? sin problemas. Fuera lo que fuera el sitio en el que estaba, no era precisamente una prisi?n. El pasillo era como el de cualquier hospital privado, luminoso y silencioso. Una enfermera me vi? asomar y acudi? corriendo a mi lado. ?No, Laura, no. No puedes salir ?dijo, cogi?ndome de los hombros y devolvi?ndome al interior del cuarto?. Enseguida vendr? el doctor y podr?s hablar con ?l. ?Per...
SRU: Turn-about...fair play? by Bobbi Dare (Copyright 1999, all rights reserved) This a story set in the Spells'R Us universe, created by Bill Hart. So I guess he can claim some credit for this work (but none of the blame). ------------------------------------ *That creep...that goddamn asshole...I can't believe I'm even here with him! Why am I still here...oh shit, walk faster...I gotta catch up...damn, he's walking too fast* "Will...
"It is hard to believe what I've been through with my husband, but here I am, with my beloved husband beside me asleep after our passion has been sated. " My name is Jesse (Jay) Lee Morgan; I am a natural redhead with green eyes. I love to play sports, but I was always on the small side. I look like Momma if she were a boy. But as much as I love her, I love Daddy, too. My dad is Edward Lee Morgan, a gentle giant of a farmer who looked like Tom Selleck. He loved to hunt and fish and had...
Note : This story is completely fictional! It was Christmas vacation so the house was full of relatives staying over...It was around 2am, and I was sleeping on the couch downstairs, and my brother was passed out drunk on the den couch in the next room. I had to pass thru there to go to the bathroom. Trying not to trip on things when I left the bathroom, I glanced over and saw my brother (2 years older) sprawled out on his back, snoring, with his dick hard as hell , sticking straight up in the...
Incestby Simon Fear Ashley Logan walked around the outside of the old house that her parents were thinking of buying. The Real Estate Agent said that a Lieutenant who had served in the Revolutionary war had built it back in 1796. The guy’s name was John Selmer. He had built the three story, five-bedroom house for his wife and three daughters who were all close to Ashley’s age. She was 13, and was just beginning to bloom. She had small b-cup tits, and she was 4 ft 11 in. She had fiery red...
Twenty One By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter 4 In the morning, they awoke him much like any other day, except today it was his sister sitting on the bed instead of his mother, feeling his face. "Finally, I feel at least a little something," said Vanessa, annoyingly stroking his chin, pulling off the covers. "Better go shave, and Tara's already here in my room ironing your outfit, sis." "Oh, I hate you calling me that," Rplied Bob, wandering into the bathroom and...
Deep Cover Two days ago I had a break in the "Tom Smith" case I could not ignore. We knew you were the accountant for a number of organisations under federal investigation and we'd been profiling you for six months, looking for a way into your confidence. We'd noticed your waning interest in your current mistress - Kyra Kajira - you went through your mistresses at an alarming rate, typically one every three months or so. As far as we could tell you'd lost all sexual interest in her...
International fuckingIntroduction: This milf was full of surprises, on a trip to Oslo, Norway.Every word of the following story is true, the woman I shared this experience with was absolutely wonderful, both in and outside the bedroom.I was, 24at the time this happened, black man on a trip with his friends in Oslo. She's Lori, 48, around 5'8 a bit on the chubby side but beautiful with it and looks to kill. Caurasian, a beautiful round ass, gorgeous smile and what I would later find out to be...
I awoke on a Saturday morning and the sun was already blazing through my bedroom curtain's. A quick look at the bedside clock and it showed the time was 7.30am. Great, I can get the bike out and go for a blast, but where to go?After a shower and a coffee I slipped into my leathers and pushed the bike out onto the drive.Right off I go heading for Wales and the nice twisty roads, 30 minuites later and i'm full of adrenaline and hitting speeds I really didn't ought to be. I find a layby with a...