Friday, April 7, 2017

Hidden Truth: Part 8 Apologies

 I sat at my kitchen counter and stared at the clear glass vase full of roses. A dozen red roses to be exact. They filled my kitchen with a beautiful fragrance but my heart was still hardened at the sender.
I didn’t need to look at the card to know who sent them. Rocco was the only one that needed my forgiveness. After last week’s encounter with his brother and his complete dismissal of me, I have refused to talk to him. I should have listened to my conscience. I knew he wasn’t that in to me. He just told me whatever I wanted to hear just to get me in bed. I was a fool to think he would want anything more.
I grabbed the vase and walked it over to the windowsill. I placed it next to the six other vases of flowers sent by him. I removed the two vases with dying flowers and trashed them. I put the vases in the sink and made my way into the living room. It was Saturday and my intent was to watch TV in my pajamas and wallow in my own self pity.
My phone rang on the coffee table and I leaned over to check the screen. Rocco’s name appeared and my heart skipped a beat. That only made me angrier. How dare he still give me butterflies.
I just let the phone ring and turned the volume up on the TV. A few minutes after the ringing stopped it began again. I ignored it again despite the urge I had to answer. It had only been a week and I missed him. It only made my pity party much more bleak.
Thirty minutes later, I heard a knock at the door. I muted the TV and stood from the couch. I walked over to the door and peeked through the peephole. All I could see were more roses covering the delivery guys face.
I sighed.
I don’t think I can take anymore flowers, I thought.
Without completely thinking I opened the door ready to sign for another bouquet of flowers. As soon as I opened the door, the flowers were lowered and I was elated and dismayed all at the same time.
Rocco, smiling, pushed his way into my apartment. I slammed the door shut. With hands on my hips, I glared at him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
He sat the flowers down on my table and sighed.
“Well, I’ve been calling and you’re not been answering so I thought I would come by instead.”
“With more flowers I don’t need,” I added.
“Every beautiful woman deserves a plethora of roses,” he said taking a step toward me.
I took a step back.
“You’re the master of cheesy lines,” I quipped.
He laughed.
“Darling, putting my ‘cheesy lines’ aside. I came here and have been calling you because I want to apologize.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t waste your time,” I began. “I get it. You didn’t want your brother to know about me because you’re either not that serious about us or you’re ashamed to be with a black woman…”
He raised his hand to stop me.
“Hold up!” he exclaimed. “Why must you put race in this? I am not ashamed to be with a black woman. I am offended that you would even think that about me or that my family would disapprove of it.”
I could tell he was really angry at my words. His brown eyes were dark and his brow was wrinkled.

“I’m sorry I said that. I’ve had bad experiences in the past with my race being a sticking point with white men. But there is a reason you didn’t want your brother to see me. You can be honest. You’re not that serious about me. You don’t care about me as much as I care about you. I love you.”
I felt a heavy weight lift off my shoulders. I had finally told him the truth. I loved him. Instantly, however, I felt exposed and vulnerable. I told him I loved him and now he was looking at me like he pitied me. His eyes softened and he cocked his head to the side.
“Look,” I said. “I know you don’t feel the same way. It’s fine.”
He walked over to me and closed the gap between us. He grabbed my arms and pulled my body against his. Then he leaned down and kissed me. He pulled back still holding on to me.
“Kid,” he began. “You don’t have to hide how you feel. It only makes you crazy.”
He ran his fingers along my cheek.
“I don’t want to make you crazy, but I don’t plan to let you go anytime soon.”
He leaned down and kissed me again. This time more passionately. He pulled back.
“You are right. I am not where you are in this relationship. But what I feel for you is growing and I want to explore that without my neurotic, overbearing family getting in the way.”
I knew a thing or two about overbearing families. My parents and my brother were pretty invasive in my life. It was one of the reasons I moved so far away from them. Yet, my feelings were still a little hurt. I was encouraged, however, about his admission. He wanted to see how far our relationship could go.
He grabbed me by the hand and led me over to the couch.
“Have a seat, sweetheart, I want to apologize.”
I sat down on the couch, thinking, Just say sorry and fuck me already!
He kneeled down in front of me and began to pull down my pajama bottoms.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He smiled.
“I’m apologizing,” he said.
He pulled off my pants and then began to pull off my panties. He tossed them both to the side and the returned his focus to me.
He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and buried his head between my dark chocolate thighs. When his tongue made contact with my pussy, I threw my head back and let out a loud moan. His hands caressed my legs and thighs as his tongue swirled around my clit. My hands came to his head and I gently pushed a little further downward.
To tease me, he pulled back and began to lay kisses on my thighs. He would nip at a spot with his teeth then lick away the sting.
“Just make me come!” I demanded trying to maneuver his head and mouth back on task. He reached up and grabbed my hand. He sat up and stared at me.
“Be patient, kid. You’ll get what you want soon enough.”
He let my hand go and I allowed him to finish teasing me. Don’t get me wrong. It felt so good. My throbbing clit was begging for his touch. Finally he went back to work eating me. I was so close to coming. It took everything I had to fight the urge to play with my own pussy and igniting that fire all on my own.
He licked up from my wet hole to my clit and back down again making me shudder with jolts of pleasure as they ripped through my body. I closed my eyes letting my mind wander to the last time we made love. My breathing was labored as I thought of him pounding me hitting my g-spot just right.
My body went rigid and my breath caught in my throat as I came hard against his mouth.
“Oh god, Oh god!” I moaned as my orgasm surged.
He continued to lick me tasting my cum, sucking me dry. I grunted as his tongue ran across my sensitive clit.
“Stop! Stop!” I pleaded unable to take it any longer.
He grabbed my pajama bottoms from the floor and wiped his mouth. Then he looked at me with a Cheshire cat-like grin.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
With my breathing starting to come back to normal, I replied,

“Apology accepted.”

Friday, March 24, 2017

Hidden Truth: Part 7 Hiding

“This movie sucks!” I exclaimed.
Rocco laughed.
We were sitting in his living room watching a movie he picked out. It was an old film from the 1980s that so far bored me so much I thought I was going to pass out and fall into a comma.
“This is a classic. How can you not like it?” he asked taking a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
I sighed.
“It’s just a bunch of boring conversations. I like more action in the movies I watch.”
He smiled and moved over closer to me on the couch. He moved my hair out of the way exposing my neck. He leaned in and began to place kisses on me.
“Stop,” I said giggling. “What are you doing?”
“You said you like action,” he began placing another kiss on my neck. “I thought maybe we could spark up some action of our own.”
He leaned in closer and we kissed. I pulled back placing my hands on his chest.
“Whoa! Let’s just keep watching this boring movie you picked out,” I said reaching over and grabbing the bowl of popcorn from the table in front of us.
“What’s going on with you, kid?” he asked leaning back folding his arms across his chest.
“I don’t understand…” I lied.
I knew what he was talking about. For the past month we have let go of the notion we would give each other space and resumed spending all of our free time together. However, I have been pulling back sexually. I‘ve used everything in my power to keep from having sex with him. I needed to know if we didn’t have sex, he would stick around. So, I refused sex on many occasions. It seems it had finally gotten to him.
“Why are you avoiding being…intimate with me?”Are you bored with me? Because I have an entire arsenal I haven’t even showed you yet,” he said.
I laughed. I had to admit. It was difficult to resist him, especially when he was talking like a man with an erotic plan.
“An entire arsenal huh?” I licked my lips. “I’m interested.
We kissed again. Our tongues tasting, wrapping around each other.
He pulled back.
“You still haven’t answered my question.”
I sighed.
“I just have no plan of being used and tossed away. I know you only see me as one thing. I was hoping you would see me as more if I…held out some.”
He placed his hand on my cheek. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips.
“Did anybody tell you, you think too much?” he inquired.
I pursed my lips and pretended I was in deep thought.
“Everyday,” I answered. “Your point?” I added with a smile.
“My point, cara mia, is that you have no clue what I want or about any plan I have or don’t have.”
I folded my arms across my chest.
“I know you broke up with me a couple of months ago because shit was getting too real for you.” I reminded him.
He breathed in then let it out through his nose. He ran his fingers through his hair.
“That’s…” he began.
I could tell he was struggling with what he wanted to say.
“You’re right,” he admitted. “I wasn’t ready to say or feel what I felt about you at the time. I knew where you wanted this relationship to go and I wasn’t ready for that.”
“So how do you really feel now?” I asked not sure if I was ready to hear the answer.
He smiled.
“You’re growing on me, kid,” he said.
I knew it was his way of telling me he was falling for me. It made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. However, I didn’t want him to see how happy that made me. I raised an eyebrow.
“I’m growing on you? Huh?”
He shook his head.
“I see you need further evidence I like having you around?”
“If you want me to believe you, you’re going to have to prove it.”
He pulled me close and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He placed his lips on mine and we kissed. It was sensual and seductive. His arms wrapped around my waist and I melted into him. He moved back and looked me up and down his eyes taking in all of me. It turned me on immensely. The heat between my legs intensified. He pulled me over until I straddled him and my skirt rose up my thighs. His hands ran up and down my body until he lifted my shirt over my head.
Exposing my bra and a good amount of bare skin, he took advantage of that kissing and licking the exposed flesh. He reached behind me and undid my bra releasing my breasts. He took one in his mouth and I moaned as his tongue swirled around my nipples. My pussy anticipated his hard erection inside of me. I began to grind on him feeling his hardness against my panty covered pussy. He moaned feeling me against him. His hands gripped my ass as I grinded and bounced on him.
“Let me fuck you, baby,” he asked.
I climbed off him and pulled down my panties. He watched until finally he stood and removed his pants and shirt. Clad only in his underwear, he dropped to his knees in front of me and lifted one of my legs on his shoulder. Then he was eating my pussy making my legs wobble and shake from the pleasure.

Bang! Bang!


There was a knock at the door. We both froze.
“Who the fuck could that be?” he asked rhetorically.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and walked over to the door. He looked out the peephole and in an instant he was back over to me. He was frantic rushing to put back on his clothes. Then he was grabbing my clothes from the couch and the floor shoving them into my arms.
“Get upstairs!” he said. “I’ll meet you up there in a minute.”
I was in a daze. I didn’t think I heard him correctly. Who was at the door?
“What’s going on Rocco?”
He just grabbed me by the arm with my clothes in my hand and pulled me toward the stairs.
“Go to my bedroom…”
He was interrupted by another knock on the door.
“Please baby,” he said. “Go upstairs.”
I didn’t ask him anything else. I grabbed my bra from his hand and ran upstairs. He went over to the door. When he turned his back I stopped and stooped down on the stairs. I needed to know why he was rushing me upstairs and who was at the door. I hid in the shadow of the landing and watched. I was expecting to see another woman or something. Maybe he was hiding a girlfriend or a crazy ex he wanted to shield me from.
When he opened the door, in walked a man dressed in jeans and an untucked buttoned up collared shirt. He was about the same height as Rocco and looked like he could be his twin except he was older. The hint of gray hair gave it away. It was no mistaken that they were related. I assumed it was one of his brothers.
While they talked and discussed something thoughts swirled around in my head. He was so frantic to get rid of me and hide me from his brother. I saw the look in his eyes when he saw who was at the door. He didn’t want him knowing that I was there. Why?
Instantly I began to comprehend what was going on. Maybe “growing” on him didn’t mean what I thought it did. I felt stupid for falling for him and believing that I was anything more than a friend with benefits.
I continued to watch them talk. I couldn’t make out what they were saying but while they chatted I slipped on my underwear and my shirt. My feelings were hurt and I just wanted to get out of his house before I fell apart. I couldn’t help but to sense I was just going to get my heart broken and I needed to get out of this before I got any closer to him.  When he said he needed space I should have used that as my ticket away from a broken heart. Now I am sitting here crying on his stairs because he was frightened of his brother finding me here.
His brother handed him a manila envelope and some papers before they hugged and he left. Rocco closed the door behind him. I sat on the step and waited for him to come up. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs when he saw me. He sighed. I knew he could see the tears streaming down my face.
“Darling, why are you crying?” he asked taking a step toward me.
I put my hand up.
“No. Stop,” I said. “You want to know why I am crying?”
I stood and began to walk down the stairs toward him.
“I’m crying because your brother shows up and you shove me upstairs like a secret you want to hide. You just said you wanted more than just sex but as soon as someone from your family shows up I have to hide. Do you understand how that makes me feel?” I asked.
I tried to walk past him but he grabbed my arm.
“Wait, let me explain…”
“There is nothing to explain,” I said snatching my arm from his grasp. “I’m going home.”
I finished my journey down the stairs and over to the couch. I grabbed my wallet that was squished between the couch cushions. I slipped on my shoes and headed for the door.
“Anna, there is no reason for you to go. You are reading more into this. You were half naked. No, I don’t want my brother to see you half naked.”
“You didn’t want your brother to see me period. Just admit it.”
I walked to the front door and he blocked my exit.
“Just let me leave.” I said.
“Anna, just listen. You are wrong about this. I…”
“I need some space.” I said using his previous words against him.
I was angry and knew it was because I was hurting inside. I hated to feel so vulnerable. I put myself out there and I felt rejected. I just wanted to get away so I could break down.
He stared at me for a minute searching my eyes. Then he inhaled deeply then let it out.
“Fine, you can have all the space you need. Then please let me explain what happened here tonight. I see that you are angry and I want to give you time to calm down.”
He moved out of the way to let me leave. I reached for the door and he grabbed my arm.
“I want you to know that everything I said was true. Everything!”
I opened the front door and walked down the driveway to my car.

Tears sprung from my eyes and I felt like an idiot. Why did I fall for a man that doesn’t really want me. I vowed at that moment I would get him out of my system and move on. Just how I would do that…I didn’t know. 

Friday, March 17, 2017

Fetish

"Hidden Truth" will be back Next Week. For now, here is a story I blogged before. 

Fetish


He walked circles around me trying to decide what he wanted to do with me. I sat there silently waiting for him to make up his mind. I had my preference but it was his decision.
To the right there was a small table that held elements of a punishment and he was deciding on one. I tried not to stare too hard at the one I wanted.
 It was not my decision.
I was afraid he would spite me and choose a different one.
Finally he stopped circling me and approached the small wooden table. I watched as his fingers grazed each object and wondered what it would be.
Suddenly he grabbed the handcuffs and an object that made me shiver. Nipple clamps. Though I loathed nipple clamps, he always found some way to give me intense pleasure while he used them.
He approached me then slowly disappeared behind me. My heart began to race with anticipation. He forcefully grabbed my arms and he pinned them behind me. My skin pressed into the back of the wooden chair.
My wrist stung as he slapped handcuffs on me securing me to the chair. To make me feel safe he kissed me softly on my shoulder. He walked around the chair to face me. Then he was on his knees in front of me. With a kiss on my lips he calmed me but to show me he still had the power he squeezed my nipples while his lips still held onto mine.
I cried out but my cries were muffled by his kiss. His tongue probed my mouth searching for something he would never fine.
He moved back and reached down on the floor beside him and grabbed the nipple clamps. One by one he placed them on my nipples. The pain was excruciating but I just took deep breaths waiting for the pleasure to begin. With the nipple clamps on, he stood and moved back to the table. He reached for the wooden paddle and smacked it against his hand. The sound it made brought me back to my memories and my pussy began to leak as I continued to reminisce. One more smack and I was slapped back into reality.
He approached me and fell back to his knees in front of me. He began to slowly drag the paddle across my thighs. The wood of the paddle was cold and caused me to shudder. He only smiled about that. His goal was to punish and that is what he intended to do. I watched as his hands swung back the paddle make contact with my inner thigh. The pain rippled throughout my body and I cried out trying to cover myself and realizing my hands were still cuffed.
He swung again and made contact with the other thigh stinging the sensitive skin. My nipples were throbbing and now my thighs were feeling the intense pain. I struggled a bit trying to free myself from the chair. He laughed and told me I wasn’t going anywhere. He continued to spank and mercilessly beat my thighs until tears roll down my face and I was begging him to stop.
Begging was the key.
He liked it when I begged.
He dropped the paddle and leaned into me. His head dropped down and he brought his mouth between my legs. I watched as his tongue made contact with my inner thighs. His wet tongue soothes the burning and left my pussy so wet the throbbing in my vagina was much more painful than my thighs or my nipples.
After soothing my thighs, his focus went back to my nipples and his mouth  enclosed one over the small clamps. I threw my head back in ecstasy as he followed suit with the other nipple. His tongue draw circles around the throbbing bud.
Suddenly he moved away and the air hit the wetness he left on my nipples and I shivered. He stood and walked back over to the table. He grabbed a very large black dildo and came back over to me.
He got on his knees in front of me.
He parted my thighs wider to give him more access.
I waited for what he had in store for me. He dipped his head down and my body reacted violently to the first contact of his tongue to my clit. He lapped at my juices and the loud moans that hit my ears sounded like they were coming from somewhere else. He didn’t stop. His tongue drew circles on my clit and then he plunged it deep into my wet hole.
I was tortured by the fact that I couldn’t reach out and touch him. Then he was pleasuring me with the dildo. He pushed it in deep as his tongue finished the pressure on my clit. I could fill a massive orgasm building and it shook my body to the core
He knew my body and what was to come. He continued to fuck me with the dildo until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I exploded on him covering him, the chair and the floor with my cum. He didn’t seem fazed. He was used to it. He stood and walked to the other side of the room for a towel.
He was prepared.
He cleaned himself off and then gently cleaned me off wiping down my legs. Still recovering from a massive orgasm, I felt him unlocking my handcuffs and releasing my wrists. I pulled my arms around and hugged myself and continued to sit while my legs recovered. He released my nipples as well and placed all his tools of pain and pleasure back on the table.
I stood and without a word walked over to my clothes and redressed. Once done, I reached into my purse and pulled out a neatly folded bulk of bills. I handed the money to him and he smiled.
“Same time next week?”

I nodded and rushed out the door without a word trying to get home to my husband and kids.