KITR: Oil and Roses

 

Oil and Roses (first draft sample)

Why was she here? Sienna wondered silently for the fiftieth time this evening.

Because the sex that would surely happen was great. It was better than great. It was fucking amazing.
But the dude at the end of that amazing piece of flesh...not so much.
Oh, don't get me wrong,  he is something sexy to look at and even drool over.

So why was she here?

In this shifty neighborhood in the middle of the night dressed in a seemingly simple dress and his favorite bra and panties? Because no one else knew her flesh, like him. Most guys damn neared nutted just being close to me. She pretty hot truth be told. Together, they make a stunning couple. But beyond that...nothing.

After a very short time, however, that new relationship smell and the veil of giddiness lifted and they saw each other for who they were. Not compatible in the daylight hours. They tried to fight the inevitable, make it work.

But they are not a couple.

They are high octane sex. Sexual fodder for the brain and loins of all those who gaze upon them. They are not conceited. Just trying to accurately describe this semi fucked up relationship.

"We are broken up more than we are together.  Men have called me an angel. Fallen on their knees and emptied their pockets just to request me by their side for dinner.  He calls me a predator. I  cannot help how people respond to me any more than he can control how women and men respond to him. I laugh because he is too stupid to know the power he has given me. But here I stand, foot resting on the bottom step of this tiny apartment complex, in the middle of the night, in this God-forsaken neighborhood." Sienna tried internally rationalizing.

Stuck.

She was frozen. Trying to determine if she had any dignity or common sense at all. The answer when it involved him is pretty much a resounding no. So who really has the power?

'He is my private drug of choice. My selfish gift of sex to myself.'

The tracks he leaves are only visible on her psyche, deep inside her quivering walls and those secret dark places in her heart.

"This is ridiculous." She whispers loudly, self-disgust laced her tone.

She removes her foot and turns to head back to her car. But she is stuck. Figuratively and literally.  She stands frozen in midstep.

Her heart took flight from this catastrophe a long time ago.  Her head followed shortly thereafter.

'Now the rest of me just needs to get on the train out of dodge.'

"Move damn legs." She whispers again

Too late.  She hears the creaking hinges of the door open above her.

"I thought I  heard your car pull up," Myron says in that silky-smooth voice of his. The one that sounds like warm caramel and hot chocolate sauce being poured over her senses.

Which are the equivalent of vanilla ice cream right now.

She looks up at him in his low hanging pajama bottoms barely concealing his manhood, his bare muscular chest, and that eight pack on his abdomen. Her mouth actually waters and her panties are damp.

And just like that, she's been drawn in.
Damn!


"I was just on my way up." It's a half-lie. She starts up the stairs again. Halfway up she notices there are no lights coming from the inside.

You know he probably didn't have money to pay his electric bill right?
Shut up brain!

"I am glad you finally came by my place," he says.

Is that pride in his voice? You are shittin' me, right?
Shut up brain!

He steps back to allow her entrance. She smiles as she passes him.

'I  have been in kitchens bigger than his whole place. But who was I to complain? No one twisted my arm to be here.' She scolds herself.

She knows why she is here.

[end sample here]



The sex.

The sex was always so fucking delicious.  It felt like they were one person when they came together. Him, deeper inside her than anyone ever before. Physically, and emotionally. Almost spiritually. She wondered if they were soul mates sometimes.  The connection was so powerful. But if that were true, fate was a cruel bitch or maybe this was punishment because maybe she wasn't the good person she smiled and attempted to be. Maybe this was a direct reflection of who she was in the deep crevices of her soul.

He had incense and candles burning.

She was going to catch hell trying to get that smell out of her hair later.

He briefly pointed out the kitchenette, bathroom and a bedroom but there was no conventional furniture in the space they were standing in. Just a queen size bed.

What the fuck?
Shut up brain!

Exactly. She smiled.

He was not pretentious.  She gave him that.

He came up behind her and relieved her shoulders of the dress straps and kissed her neck and shoulders traveling across that expanse of exposed flesh between Sienna's shoulder blades.  There was no pretense and polite chatter as to why she was there. There was no how was your day? No I missed yous or have been thinking about you.

His lips were so soft. It was such a contrast to the hard muscular body he wielded with barely more than 6% body fat. He had no body piercings except for a tongue ring on his thick tongue, that she enjoyed immensely. He had a simple tribal tattoo on his impressive right bicep. He pressed up against her from behind. They fit like a hand in a glove.

And not an O.J. glove...What? Too soon?

Her plump, soft booty was his favorite asset. Her modest b cups were nice but he was an ass man. He groaned deep and possesive into her ear as he pressed his hard length tight against her backside. Myron wrapped her hair around his fist giving it a slight pull. He knew she loved that shit. Her center pulsed hard. Her breath quickened.

"I  have something special for you tonight" he said releasing her hair and unzipping her dress.

It fell silently to the floor just like cotton blend always does.

There's no silk dresses here, no hundred dollar shoes, no mansion or billionaire, just one hardworking woman with two jobs  and one aspiring model/actor, allergic to work. A man who knows what his strengths truly are and is more than happy to wield it nonetheless.

"Really?" She said intrigued.

Her voice took on that honey tone that seduced men's ears and made them unexpectedly hard.  Turning to face him, she was in nothing but her bra and panties from Victoria Secret. She was hoping he would get on with the removal of her dainties  because those damn underwire bras always bruised her chest.

The shit we do in the name of sexiness.
Shut up brain!

Her bush was trimmed neat and low just like he liked it. She shaved it all off once and he wouldn't touch her until it grew back.

Said he didn't want to feel like he was fucking a child. Alright then. To each their own.
Shut up brain!

Sometimes they would talk for hours after they were together. That was in the beginning when there was still hope it would be more than this. You know that moment when you are totally sated and dreams don't seem silly or impossible. You are vulnerable and open, trusting even, naive. Here is where they dwell best for a few hours. He had once said they were both pretty fucked up.. He was right. She was broken in so many places. He just added to the cracks.

But that's a story for another time.

Right now...Aaaah yes...She  must focus on his hand and tongue running ever so softly up and down her stomach followed by light kisses.  Her flat pride and joy. His lovely smooth pathway to her playground.  He clicked the little plastic snap and her bra was quickly moved to the side while he cupped and rubbed her breasts. His thumbs flicked her dark nipples into tight peaks.  Her breasts we're nice, but she secretly pined for a man willing and able to buy her some big ole hooters.

He was always saying that more than a mouthful was a waste. Man, fuck that. Only broke ass guys and guys into underage girls said dumb shit like that.

So why was she here then? She asked herself for the hundredth time tonight.

Because to be honest, she was pretty sure once she gave this up she would be horribly disappointed in the bedroom.  Oh she tried to quit this....whatever this was.... but just as she expected, the more they had going for them... the less...they had going for them in the package and bedroom department.

Where were all those billionaires who preyed on underprivileged, unworldly, pretty girls like her? The ones who were rich, successful and a powerful beast in the boardroom to the bedroom. Just in the pages of novels she guessed.

And who was here in reality to take care of her needs? Always correct. Always satisfying? This guy.

"Get on the bed." He commanded swatting her ass lightly bringing her back to the moment.

A shiver of excitement coiled and released through her  body.

She reached back and her hand touches plastic. Her  eyes go wide. A tremor of fright goes through her being. Not sure what he had planned. She briefly wondered if he was finally fed up with her shit and was going to hack her to pieces after he fucked her. His boxers were tented like nobody's business so at least she  knew one good thing was going to happen tonight.

Ugh, wait, maybe he was going to try anal? I  thought we mutually agreed his shit was just too damn big. We both wanted it to stay looking just as it was. His shit would have my ass wrecked...like for real. 
Shut up brain!

Sienna is now on the bed and he is kneeling over her. Rose petals are scattered beneath them. Myron smiles as she runs her hands over his magnificent chiseled chest and abs. He helps her pull his pajama bottoms off, releasing his massive cock. He kisses her up and down her body until dhe can't control the needy whimpers coming from her lips. She watches the light from the candles play across his dark skin.

The rain out side is a steady patter on the windows. It's mesmerizing lyrics beautiful.  Her eyes hungrily watching the muscles beneath his skin flex and move as he works at pleasuring every touchable space on her body.

I guess a guy with no job has more time to perfect his craft.
Shut up brain!

No movement or touch is wasted. Every gentle touch, every tantalizing stroke teases her skin into a smoldering flame; makes her crave for more. He takes pleasure in giving her pleasure, in hearing her moan, watching her writhe in exquisite delight at his fingertips. She gets turned on watching him watch her.

He leans over the side of the bed and picks up something. She tenses in excited fear. She has actually stopped breathing. He sits up and straddles her hips as he shows her a long stem red rose. She breathes and smiles invitingly. His hardened cock is laying on her stomach. Her mouth waters just a bit as she imagines tasting him.

"I have been thinking about this all day. Ever since you agreed to come over." He says "Just lay still for me"

...and he begins to slowly drag the petals across her bare skin. Starting with her right cheek. He moved the rose whisper soft across her lips, allowing me enough time to take in its light fragrance. Then he continued to trace her jawline and sweep the red petals across the hollow in her neck. Myron then turned his hand so just the top ridges of the rose made a connection to her skin. He brushed her skin like he was painting her, drawing the flower down between the space between her breasts. Next, he  moved it across the bottom of her breasts now swelling in desire.  Moving up to my nipples he twirled the rose back and forth across first one nipple then the other until he was satisfied they could not not get any harder.  He then leaned over and captured one in his mouth, slightly scraping his teeth against the hard nub and licks the same path the rose just traveled.

Mmmmmm.

Her brain starts to short circuit. Reason and doubt fall away under the magical torturous vexing of her skin. He continues his rosy travel down her stomach and back up her arms one at a time.

His hips move gently back and forth, drawing his sack against the soft hair covering her heated desire. He caresses her with the rose petals down her hips and thighs. His hard shaft now leaking a small clear sticky line on her stomach.  She reaches down to capture it, but he stops her. She looks up surprised.

He looks at the silken line leading to her stomach from his cock and thumbs it quickly into her waiting mouth.

"You like that baby" he asks and closes his eyes as Sienna gently sucks his fluid off of his thumb.

His hand grabs his length and strokes it from base to tip as she watchas with hooded lids. She loves watching his big strong hands on his engorged member. It makes her so hot to see a man please himself. He pulls back on it, grasping it tight in his fist, then rubs it across her belly.

Myron backs up slightly so his cock is above her clit. He slaps her clit with it over and over. Then slides it up and down her slit, making her wait, never entering her wet center.

He continues to paint her body with the petals of the rose as he strokes his member. Sienna enjoys the erotic foreplay.  He leans over and lightly kisses her on her lips, on her cheek, across her eyelids. This is the heaven Sienna has been craving. The earthly bliss only he can provide.
This is the last time. She promises herself.

Yeah right!
Shut up brain!

Her eyes flutter open to look at him, but his eyes are closed, his mouth demanding,  his tongue seeking. She obliges as she hears the light tinkling of rain hit the windows. A thunderstorm was brewing inside and out tonight.

Some moments later he reaches for the scented body oil.  He drips it onto his body and then rubs his body sensuously over mine spreading the oil on her without using his hands. She has to admit that was unexpected.  His muscular frame caressed her soft supple body making it smooth, shiny and slippery.

He rubbed the oil into the places his body could not reach, even the un-sexy places. Every smooth pass of his fingers and palms on my skin felt like warm silk. The candlelight plays off of their oil slick skin as they  rub and gyrate  against each other. He turns her over on her stomach and repeats the same slow, wonderfully agonizing process.

She arches her hips into the air to make sure he doesn't miss any nook or crevice. He groans as he slathers oil on her backside with his chest and perfect abs. He teases her by walking his fingers down her slit. He blows gently on it. She widens her legs in wanton response, biting her lip as he continues to tease her outer covering. She whimpers, seconds away from begging. He pulls her lips apart softly with his oiled fingers. She throbs lightly.  He rewards her with a quick flick of his tongue. She inhaled sharply and her center drips it's nectar on his tongue.

Sienna reaches back to capture his hard length and hear him gasp slightly as she squeezes it while he thrusts back and forth in her hand. He then pulls abruptly away.

He flips her over on her back and covers her with his body rubbing on her again. She enfolds him in her embrace lifting her legs to hold him to her as she crosses her ankles at his hips. He smiles and looks directly in her eyes and in a swift motion enters her hard. She opens her mouth to cry out and he captures the sound with his mouth on hers. He whispers "I'm sorry" against her lips. His thumbs pressing her hardened peaks.

She feels the tremor go through his body as he holds her to him. Feverishly kissing her mouth and neck. His hardness stretching her to capacity. She is so full of him. So filled up. Her center burns with the friction caused by his savage entry.

Waiting, breathing deeply,  he holds still.

Waiting.

Waiting for her to give the signal to move again. She exhales and moves her hips upward just slightly. He knows he is large and doesn't want to hurt her... much. He feels the telltale moisture as he withdraws slowly and then pushes forward again deep and presses his hips against hers. He makes a half circle motion. She sighs and holds him tighter. His mouth still pressing against hers swallowing each sigh and gasp she makes. He repeats the motion in the opposite direction. She swears loudly as he shares his cock within her walls equally. Sienna cannot help the release of fluid that follows.

Slowly he stirs her heated center into a frantic, wet, quaking, throbbing bundle of sensation. First in one direction and then the other. She moans and tremble.  Her body reaching for the wondrous release  only he has been able to give her. His lips tease her nipples as he resumes pushing in and out of her wet hole.

He knows her body so well. He knows what he is doing and that she is close. He nibbles her ear and says "Not yet baby. Hold on for a little while. I am far from done with you"  Just the sound of his voice makes her throb and clench hard against him. She clenches her teeth and a handful of sheets trying to stay her climax.

He laughs deep and sexy into her ear pushing deeper and harder into me.
"I know you want to let go for me, I know you do. I feel you squeezing me. Oh yes baby, I am going to make you come so hard."

He captures her lips and then  pulls out of her. He grips her hips and pulls her legs over his shoulders.  She is open and spread before him. He buries his face between her soft thighs and with that thick, ring studded tongue, he goes to work licking and probing her quivering center.  She grabs her breast and rubs the nipples furiously pinching and squeezing them as he eats her out. She  cannot hold on any longer.  She is going to come hard.

Her walls start contracting hard,  her body is wound tight. He slips a meaty finger inside her and pulls hard on her clit with his lips. She bucks against his face as he grabbed her by the ass and holds her to him. He flicks his tongue quickly and hard, alternating between her swollen clit and her wet hole. His finger is wet with my juices as they pummel my pussy.  Then he latches onto her clit and sucks it repeatedly until she comes. She comes hard, squirting, trembling and crying out non sensical words. He doesn't stop the sweet torture until she  mostly silent, drooping against him.

"God, I  love to make you come. Lose control. I love the way I make you sound." He tells her.

He releases her and lowers her body back onto the bed. He turns her over and drives his hard dick into her from behind. He knows she loves it like that. He helps her up on her knees and she arches her back deeply for him. He is pleased and plunges deeper into her. Harder and faster.  She knows him too. He loves it like this too. Her kneeling before him on her knees and elbows. Submissive in posturing only. But he doesn't care. To him it looks amazingly sexy.

"You know this makes me cum quick.  Don't you, baby."  He wraps his hand in her hair and pulls it lightly and slaps her wet shiny  ass.  A moan deep in her chest is elicited, as her center starts that familiar tightening.

"Yesss" She  pants.

He slaps her cheeks again. "You like that don't you. You like teasing my cock with that tight pussy and this fat ass, don't you?"

"Ooooh,  yes, yes" She says breathlessly,  her body careening fast toward eruption.

"Is this my pussy?" He asks in that sexy voice of his.

He really starts to pound in her. Long hard powerful strokes.
She doesn't answer. She doesn't want to think. She doesn't  want to admit it.

He reaches under her.
His fingers press and rub her clit in a maddening frenzy.

He asks again. " Is this my pussy baby?" And slaps both cheeks again.

He is balls deep in her.  His sack slapping against her with every hard, delicious thrust. She can feel him stretching her, swelling as his long hard length  finds the deep places that make her reel in sensation. The loud smacking of their skin coming together fills the room. Reverberating through the tiny apartments.

They are getting close. Her toes start tingling. His balls lift. Her breasts are hard and full. The nipples feel like they are going to split. Sienna reaches a hand up and massages them trying to control the waves of pleasure rippling through her. Her two nipples are so sensitive that they send deep contractions to her center, making her knees falter. She sinks down with her face in the mattress.

His beautiful assault on her pussy doesn't stop. He slaps her ass a few more times as he adjusts to the new position. This causes her center to quiver and leak. She moans, the sound lost in the mattress.

"No baby, don't you run from this dick," He says.

He lifts her up so they are both on their knees. Her leaning back into his chest, his right hand is wrapped firmly in her hair and his left hand is splayed across her chest squeezing both of her boobs. He moves in her with determined purpose as he rubs his hand down her stomach, briefly playing with her belly ring, and continues his path to my swollen nub. He rubs it gently, butterfly light, then presses it hard. She squirms and bucks her hips, crying out in sheer delight.

The sounds Sienna makes excite him more and he rubs her clit harder. He tweaks more uncontrollably bucking and squirming from her. The sounds make him harder and he can feel the pressure building in the base of his cock.

"Tell me," He says in her ear "tell me " his hips punctuating each word with a hard, grinding, thrust. His voice is hard in her ear.

"Yes," She replies.

"Yes, what?" He asks through gritted teeth.

He pulls her hair hard. Her neck is stretched back, her breasts are jutting out with large hard nipples, her clit is full and throbbing, her pussy is full of his rock hard dick ramming her insides.

Pleasure and pain mix in a heady combination, overwhelming my senses. She is on that cusp. Riding that sexual high. She is floating in sexual euphoria. This is the moment she keeps coming back for, she is floating. Sienna just wants to be here for a few moments longer. She tries to hold onto this feeling of complete sensation. She knows if she speaks, she will be undone.

He licks her ear and kisses her neck.
In his most sexy voice he asks once more "Is this my pussy?" He tweaks her nub hard once more. She squeals as every muscle in her body tightens.

"Yes, it's all yours" She responds in a  voice wrapped in breathless desire and pleasure.

He jerked hard inside her, his breath catching,  his cock swelling painfully as he erupts inside her shooting his hot load inside her thoroughly fucked pussy. His cock continued throbbing, bringing her hard to orgasm with him, her slick center contracting in hard spasms around his dick, squirting her juices in celebration of her release, mixing with his creamy orgasm. Her body thrashed brutally, her back arching, thighs and arms trembling. Her brain exploding in a rush of hormones.

The small apartment echoes their shouts of pleasure.

This is why she is here.

'This is why I  find myself in this God-forsaken neighborhood in the middle of the night. This is why I come. Why I come for him.'
Brain silently agrees.

Myron and Sienna collapse on the bed, satiated until the next time amidst the oil and roses.

The End

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