I lied, again! Damn. ‘Saints and Sinnas’ is still not for sale. I’m bogus. Please forgive me? I’m working on the whole picture, and putting my writing top of the tree in my life, not just in my mind. Any who, this is not a frickin’ YouTube video on decluttering or living one’s best life — even if that’s what I’m doing lol — it’s a sexy writing blog so let’s get back to that!
I’ve loved romance novels since I was a very young girl. Too young to really know what I was reading in fact. But the interplay between a man and woman was always so, intriguing. I suppose I’ve always been a romantic at heart.
Part of that romance as I’ve aged involves sex. Not just because it feels good — and I’m talking about my characters here people — but because it’s a way to get closer, to deepen feelings, to spark new ones, and to move a story along with a very definitive stroke, no pun intended. Sex is like a milestone, a fabulous one!
In this week’s blog, which picks up where last week’s left off, Sinna and Saint enjoy some much needed private time alone… Let me know what you think!
The picture is of South Korean actor Hyun Bin, a personal favorite of mine with those dimples deep enough to drown in. I’m rewatching him in “Crash Landing on You.” Le sigh…
XOXO,
SS
“I’m excited to see your place.”
“Yeah? I don’t know why we haven’t been there since the purge. It’s been forever.”
People were still watching that video. It was now seen as the beginning of their style metamorphosis.
“You said you like my house better.”
He did. It was so alive. Occasionally noisy and bustling with Saint yelling, or Sinna pacing as she talked on her phone. In his home he was often alone since Bik was just as busy as he was.
“Yes, that’s true.”
“Plus, Bik lives with you. It’s just easier to be at my house.”
“Yes, but that doesn’t matter. He loves you. He won’t cause trouble for us.”
“He doesn’t love me.”
“He does. He already told me if I screw up this relationship he’s going to make a play for you. Something about a full court press?”
Sinna laughed. “It’s a basketball term. And what makes him think I want his skinny ass?” she wanted to know, and he laughed.
She looked around, saw no one, then quickly squeezed his butt. “I like my men big.”
“Thank God for that,” he whispered in her ear.
He introduced her to the doorman, translating to reveal he’d told the man she would be a frequent guest. For that he was treated to a rare glimpse of Sinna’s dimples.
“We’ll have the place to ourselves for a while,” he said, ushering her in. “Bik has late schedules.”
“Now that I have time to really look at it, your place is fabulous!” She spun in a slow circle to absorb the spare, white marbled space with its smattering of cream-colored rugs and warm cherry wood accents. There was a large golden-brown sofa that reminded her of Tan’s eyes and looked like it would swallow you up in the very best way.
“Thank you.”
“How long have you lived here?”
“About five years now. Here.” He pointed out a pair of gold metallic slippers. “I bought these for you. They’ve never been worn.”
For that he got to see the dimples again, and enjoyed a liquory chuckle. “You’re sweet as pie, aren’t you?”
“For you,” he agreed, and stole a long, deep kiss.
By the end of it, Sinna’s dress was hanging from one smooth shoulder, and they were both breathing hard. He grabbed her hands, busily working on the buttons over his crotch.
“Bedroom,” he rasped, still kissing her as he walked her backward through the apartment. “I’m sorry, darling.” He was pulling at his clothes now, and looked grateful when she shed her dress and pulled off her black panties. “I’ll be a better host, later.” He groaned when she was beneath him.
“Your bed feels like a cloud,” she whispered, arching as he sucked on his favorite spot below her ear.
“You feel like a cloud,” he countered, already making himself at home between her legs. “Soft and wet,” he shuddered. “Oh, so wet.”
“I’m always surprised by that too,” she confessed, and he laughed as his hips began to move.
There were no words for a while. Just the rasp of the sheets, the scratch of their skins, and the plush sounds of slightly hurried mating. Sleepy pussy didn’t mean don’t move, he found. Sinna was soft and slow at first, but she had no problem keeping up when he sped up their pace. She swept him along on a seductive wave that made his heart race and his hips roll like a piston.
She slapped his ass once, twice, then squeezed it. She squeezed him inside too, which he loved and rewarded with luxe thrusts that pushed the bed clothes to the floor and forced her to brace her hands against the headboard.
He wasn’t satisfied when she came that first time, merely grunted and rolled to his back. Then he squeezed and rubbed and pulled her on and off his dick until she revived, and they ground each other into the mattress until they passed out.
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