“It doesn’t seem like it.”
“Oh really. And can you tell me, Sir knowitall, how do I look?”
“A woman totally bewildered by her man.”
“Oh yeah?”
I look for the keys in my purse but Reed takes them from my hand.
“Yes. Dying with desire to rip off his clothes and put the poor innocent man in her bed.”
He opens the door and leaves a small space for me to enter my own home. He is so amusing and relaxed that I’m dying to love him, a bit more than five minutes ago.
“Poor innocent?”
“Yes, one can’t get rid of your mermaid charm,” I take off my bag and lay it on the couch while he guides me by the hand towards the bedroom. “I’m totally chained to an evil and depraved witch.”
“So I'm an evil mermaid?” I smile when he throws me on the bed.
“The worst. I've been carrying this all day and it's your fault.”
He takes my hand and rests it on his bulging crotch.
Not that. You’ve been carrying this with you,” I caress him over the cloth, “from the day of your birth.”
He smiles and starts to deliberately unbutton his shirt slowly.
“I was born with it, but the state of permanent tension is provoked by you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You and only you. The mere fact of feeling, of talking about you, of looking at you, of thinking of you...”
I try to pretend a naïveté that I don’t feel and I begin to lower the straps of my dress that slip off my breasts. I kneel on the mattress and feel the tension in his body. I love having him like this, completely dedicated to the cause, our cause.
I move my legs and allow him to eat me with his eyes. I'm wearing only the bra, since the thong I lost at the party. I put my hands behind my back and let go of the silk bra he throws on the floor. He loves me and I offer myself on a platter.
His eyes run across me hungrily and I feel myself dancing with the stars.
I move my finger calling him without speaking and my sweet dominator responds hypnotized. He goes to the bed and I slide up his legs to open his pants. With a simple yank the garment falls to the ground and his black cotton briefs follow it.
I stroke his soft dark beauty as I scratch the base of his penis with my nail.
“You're the most handsome man I've ever met. I adore you. Every detail of your body is magnificent.”
I jump out of bed and stand naked by his side while my hand caresses his strong pectorals. I walk around him walking with slow steps and let my caresses wrap around his waist and reach his back.
Every detail of your body tells a story that I want to be part of.
I trace the five long scars on his back and I feel him tremble. He doesn’t speak, he doesn’t reject me but I feel the tension in his body. How many secrets do we have left to travel together?
My mouth carefully approaches his wounds that are whitish by the cure of time and I perform a totally instinctive act. I stand on my toes and let my tongue make the full journey of each of his scars.
“I don’t know your story but what I have before me are not wounds of love. Some human beings carry marks on their bodies of so much pain that they’ll never forget, others we carry in our hearts, but both cause the same pain.”
“Anne... don’t do it.”
His body trembles and although his words give an order, his body demands the opposite.
“Let me heal you...” My kisses caress his scarred back.
“They are bitter wounds, selfish and full of resentment. I don’t want you to be entangled in them.”
He still doesn’t move and I kiss him with more tenderness than passion. I'm in love with him and I want him to feel that pain is gone.
I cling to his back and I kiss his wounds, tonight I act like him.
My arms wrap around his waist and my right hand holds his rigid penis hard by need. It is so soft, smooth and wild that I shudder to think of satisfying it. I move my hand and I feel his body curve to give me more access and I smile triumphantly. He is giving me control and that makes me feel more secure even if he doesn’t know it.
My left arm runs along his waist and I enclose his heavy testicles in my hand.
“Shit... Yes.”
He straightens up to try to turn but I squeeze him harder. I want to have him like this. My mouth is kissing his scarred back while my hands masturbate him with all the power I am capable of. My arms cling to his strong waist while my hands work on his testicles and his penis.
“Fuck, Anne!”
His long body shakes and he rests his hands on the foot of the bed to maintain his balance. He is perfect and in position, totally mine. Now it's my turn.
I lick his scars while I move my right hand rhythmically up and down. My fingers begin to get wet with his pre-seminal fluid and my body goes crazy for its need. I pinch his scrotum and I can feel him roaring between his teeth as he holds against the side table.
“Anne, if you keep that up, I'm going to cum in your hands.”
“Let me cleanse you of your scars,” my tongue licks every one of his scars and I feel that his penis hardens I sobbingly need him.
“Baby, for... I need to be inside you. God I need you...”
Passion clouds my mind. Seeing him so excited increases my own excitement. I nudge his back and move my hand insistently without obeying him but it is at that moment when he is fully ready, he raises his hands to grasp me by the shoulders, leaving me literally in the air and resting fully on his back.
In the blink of an eye he turns me on his body and throws me on the mattress with all his weight on top. His mouth meets mine desperately and with his hand he caresses my vagina checking my moisture. God, he doesn’t want to hurt me, I want him even more for this.
“Maybe I'll let you masturbate again but now I have to enter you or I'll die.”
His gaze is clouded with desire. I love it.
“Cum with me...”
I’m not finished nodding when I feel his cock enter my slit totally soaked by my desire.
“Anne... You're so hot and your moisture... God, this is heaven.”
His thrusts are sure, sharp and each more powerful than the previous stroke. I open my legs and try to wrap his waist between my thighs but he grabs my ankles to support them on his shoulders and I moan with the touch that causes each blow of his pelvis against my clitoris.
“Baby, you're so hot that you burn my cock.”
I clutch his buttocks with my nails to push him towards me. I want him all.
“Take me. Take me to the deepest part... Shit I can’t wait for you...”
His thrusts are getting stronger and I raise my hips to take him to the very center of my being.
“I'm going to cum inside. I will fill you with me... I will be part of you, Anne...”
“Do it.”
“Honey, take me inside, squeeze me...”
His last words and the force of his thrusts provoked an orgasm that I never thought I was capable of. My body convulses with force and I'm sorry to swear while his penis shakes inside again and again in endless jets until he falls on my body.
Our breathing sounds hectic and neither of us has the strength to speak. Reed kisses me tenderly and tries to hold himself up on his arms but falls to my side and surrounds me with one arm. I drag my head to his wet chest by such effort and that's when I feel his deep breathing. I smile with happiness, my particular Adonis has fallen asleep exhausted and totally satisfied. Sleepy and happy self-esteem.
“Baby... I have to go. It’s Saturday.”
I nod half asleep and Reed kisses me on the forehead.
“I'll call you as soon as I’m free.”
I say yes and when I start to react Reed has already left. God! Not again. He has done it to me again. I am furious, angry and terribly sad. I want to kill someone starting with myself.
I’m not going to wait for a damn phone call. If he has plans, I do too. He doesn
’t give me any justifications, neither will I. He enjoys me well so will I. Nerves and anger dominate me and desolation is embedded in my heart. This is not good for me. Self-esteem covering my face to cry in solitude.
“Anne, you’re my sister and I love you, but I don’t think this place is for women like us.”
“Try to seem less you and a little more... something different.”
This time Marcus behaves in a gentler way and allows me to pass if I promise not to get into trouble. Please! I'm sick of even the guard treating me a prude. I'm not! We are not!
“Let's go into that corridor.”
“Are you sure?”
Jane has her eyes as wide as saucers as she watches the women dance on the pole with nonexistent bikinis.
“Yes. Act like a self-sufficient woman and follow me.”
“Look at what mess you put me in. If Adam knows we’re here, he’ll ask me for a divorce.”
“Well, that’s great, it’s a win.”
“Anne! Don’t say that.”
I’d better shut up or I’ll ruin the girls adventure.
We walk down the hall until we come to two huge doors that lead us to different rooms. Some have closed doors but others are open.
“The Blue Room. It's open. Let's see what’s happening there.”
We entered and we found a place decorated with lots of scattered pillows on the floor and a few strange seats, that looked like dentists sofas but nice.
We walk trying to get to the back bar and I’m amazed to see a couple beside me in full sexual act without any shame. The man reclining on the pillows gratefully receives the attentions of a young lady who rides him with enthusiasm.
“Oh Mother! Most seats and pillows are busy... Very busy.”
“Anne. This is a live porn show. Adam will kill me.”
“No one has to find out. We’ll go to the bar and ask for something to drink. Remember...”
“Yes, yes, I’ll be less me.”
Jane stretches her back and begins to walk crossing her legs in an exaggerated way. Come on, my sister believes herself to be the one and only Rita Hayworth. The miniskirt that I lent her is a killer skirt but the poor woman is so horrified that I regret having dragged her here with my crazy desires. Me and my desire to learn.
“Ladies, can I serve you something?”
Jane is speechless. The bartender is wearing only a pair of pants and the rest of his naked body leaves us breathless.
“It's... It's... Anne... Do you think... By God.”
“He is real,” I murmur into her ear, “and now close your mouth and order something.”
“A diet Coke.”
The god made man looks at her confused and I kick her out of her trance.
“They will kick us out,” I mumble nervously, “ask for something stronger.”
“Oh yeah, I’ll get a normal coke! No diet. A night is a night.”
Jane smiles at the waiter and I cover my face with my hands. They are going to catch us. They will realize that we are fraudulent and they will even get our identification card.
“For me a cosmopolitan please.”
Jane looks at me intrigued.
“Sex in New York. Six seasons.” My sister nods understanding my sudden knowledge in cocktails.
We both turned with our drinks trying not to look so novice but that wasn’t possible, our eyes popping out gave us away. I can’t say that I’m horrified because that’s not the precise word; intrigue is the exact definition and the funny thing is that Jane is too.
“Anne, is that possible?” Jane turns her head trying to understand the position of two lovers intertwined focusing only on themselves.
“It seems like it is, I just don’t see how it’s possible either but the evidence is right there.”
The room is huge. The bar practically surrounds the whole place and in the back some girls danced on a platform. Their clothes had been forgotten in the dressing room and the lingerie was clearly one size smaller than its two powerful reasons.
The music was loud and it surrounded the place with an erotic magnetism that filled you with pure sexual essence.
“Anne... Is all this free?”
“According to Google, yes. They don’t practice prostitution. The partners participate in their sexual tastes but all give their personal consent.”
“As a hobby.”
“Yes of course, like Manchester or Real Madrid, don’t worry about it.”
“If it’s to score a goal, I’ll give the goal to the waiter in full.”
“Jane! I’m losing you.” We both laughed as we continued with the gossip.
“Are you going to tell me why we're here?”
“I already told you I wanted to know more about this place.”
“Do you want to learn something about the exchange of couples and gangbangs?”
“Maybe.”
“Have you told him?”
“No.”
“And why not?”
“This morning he left and he left me sleeping alone.”
“And again on Saturday? And what was his explanation?”
“None.”
“And I guess you haven’t asked him.”
“You’re right.”
“Anne, you’re not acting with your usual rationality. If you like him why don’t you try to be a bit more sincere and a lot less stubborn?”
“Me! He took off, he leaves me every Saturday and I'm supposed to be honest? I have nothing to talk about or explain to him.”
“Not to mention that his secrets are still his secrets. It hurts me that he doesn’t trust me and that cuts me off from trusting him.”
“But we're here because of him.”
“I always had interest in these subjects and you know it.”
“And since you met Reed you’re even more interested.”
“I don’t want to think like that.”
“Anne, life confronts you with reality even if you don’t want it to. We can’t deny the truth that surrounds us. Today's lack of courage will be your sorrows tomorrow.”
“Are we still talking about me or about you and Adam? Are you going to tell me what’s happening between you two?”
“Yes, but when I know what’s happening with us.”
“You know I'll always be by your side.”
“I know.”
“Anne, there in the back there are many doors, where do they lead?”
“No idea. Do we investigate?” She said delightedly.
“We are already taking too long.” I look at the poster with the word cinnamon and then I remember it. A touch of cinnamon... Those were Reed's words. Put a touch of cinnamon to traditional sex.
“Jane, follow me. Keep close.”
We walk quickly taking advantage of the fact that the door begins to open. We're ready to sneak in when I stop dead in my tracks but Jane keeps walking like a horse with blinders.
“Oh no... Oh mother... Jane turn, turn. Turn!”
“Oh sorry. I didn’t see him.”
“But I saw both of you and for over a half an hour ago.”
Caught just what I needed to add to my list of problems.
“Suraj, I'm glad to find you here. My sister and I came to the Temple for a drink but we were leaving. I'm glad to see you. See you at the museum.”
I was starting to retreat when he stood in front of me with his great height and his eternal smile.
“I think we should wait for someone,” I look at him and sigh fearing the worst.
“Suraj, it's a girls outing, is it possible to keep this between us?”
“Too late,” his thick, cold voice is unmistakable and he’s behind me.
I don’t have to turn around to know he's very angry. Again.
“Hi, I'm Jane, her sister.”
Reed looks at her in a lethal way but she doesn’t care and she plants two kisses as normal as can be leaving him completely bewildered.
“Another Foster...” It doesn’t seem like a compli
ment, but Jane smiles at him in the same way. If it weren’t because she’s my sister, I'd say she's amazing.
“Take Jane to her house. I'll take care of her sister.” Reed orders Suraj without a please or anything. Things look bad for me.
“Miss, my car is outside.”
“Thank you. You're very nice, and very handsome, but I'm staying with my sister.”
Jane just called Suraj, handsome and he a complete stranger to her. Maybe I'm not the only lost sister.
Suraj laughs loudly as he guides her with his hand around her waist.
“I hope there's no third Foster or we're all screwed.”
“Jane, go with Suraj. Everything will be fine.”
“Are you sure? He seems really angry.”
“That’s the way he always looks.”
“I can stay. Between both of us I’m sure we can beat him with fatigue or deafness,” she laughingly comments and we can’t contain the nervous laughter that invades us both.
“That’s not necessary, you can go home.”
“Suraj, you can take me home but I'm a married woman, not a single woman.”
“That's not my fault. Come on beauty, I'll leave you at home before you regret it.”
Jane examined him up and down with narrowed eyes and Suraj laughed energetically.
“Omg, maybe you’re the same physically and also stubborn.”
“None of that. Anne is the bold one, I’m all moderation.”
“Beautiful lady, not even you believe that.”
“But what do you mean? I’m telling you that I’m a sea of calm and don’t talk back to me! I'd better get a taxi.”
“Not a chance.”
Jane is stubborn and refuses to walk when Reed's lethal voice made her tremble.
“Go with him. Now!”
“It's okay. I'm going with you but only because my new brother-in-law asked me to go.”
The three of us froze but Suraj threw back his head to laugh loudly as he held Jane's arm.
“We'd better leave.”
Jane moves away with Suraj who practically pulls her arm so she stops looking at a threesome in a sexual act in front of her.
“I didn’t do anything. I just wanted to investigate and chat, so you can begin by changing that long face.”
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