===================================================================== M A L I N O V R O M A N C E All stories in this archive are the property of the author. They may be downloaded and read by private citizens. They are not to be used by commercial web sites. Persons using this material on commercial sites will be vigorously pursued by the hounds from hell, or my legal team, whichever is deemed necessary. (These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ===================================================================== Archive name: Sapphires Authors name: Malinov (malinov@mindless.com) Sapphires by Lord Malinov A Valentines Tale ~~~ The best romances are true. ~~~ A young man pushed aside the glass door and stepped out into the night. A deep, lush valley spread out beneath his far-reaching gaze, sweltering in the heat of an coastal July, dusted by the faint twinkle of stars barely sparking their way through the moist night air. Taking a deep breath, the youth leaned against the aluminum railing of his balcony. Thin lines of eternal traffic streamed between the creases of the hills below. Closing his eyes, he listened to the dull ache of silence. "I want to live a romance," he said softly. ~~~ "You have to meet her," my roommate said. "I invited her up." I sighed. By eight o'clock that Sunday night, I had already enjoyed a full weekend, but Juan bubbled with excitement, wanting to show me this girl so I had to agree. The indulgent smile I gave Juan reflected a weary satisfaction that would only just suffice to endure one more encounter. I nodded my assent and went to take a shower. We had both spent the day at the Adams Morgan festival, an afternoon of salsa and spilled beer in the crowd of a sizzling hot day. James Brown sang that afternoon. Marion Barry promised to clean up the city. Juan had gone to the fiesta with his brother and his friends, while I travelled a different course, escorting some hopeful young woman through the stalls of woven color and glazed pottery. She paused for a kiss and I touched my lips fondly to her cheek. I only gave myself reluctantly to anyone, even then. When I emerged from the shower, my black curls pulled wet below my shoulders, I pulled a blue and white dashiki I had wrangled from an old Puerto Rican at the festival. I held out a wad of bills. "It's all I have," I said. "I cannot," he replied, shaking his head. I searched my pockets and pulled out another dollar. "Twenty-seven?" "Si," he said finally, shaking his head. "I can see you really want it." I smiled. "Yes," I said, lifting the embroidered garment up toward the fierce sun. "I do." Wearing my prize, I lit a cigarette and letting the pale blue drug swirl within my lungs, I left my bedroom in search of a drink. I turned into the kitchen and heard Juan speaking English, which meant he wasn't on the phone. I poured myself a drink and went out to pay my regards. A young woman, almost a girl, stood staring at my bookshelves. My eyes opened wide as I took my first drink of her. White denim shorts flared down from her waist to encompass a firm little bottom, leaving slight hints of the curve before her lean thighs emerged. "They're his," said Juan, gesturing to me. The girl turned, casting a smiling blue gaze toward me, her smooth cheeks elegantly blushed by sun's kiss. I looked down, shy in the face of beauty. Her breasts hid ripe beneath a thin flowered blouse. "Quite a library," she said admiringly. "Lauren," said Juan, "this is my roommate, David." "Enchanted," I said. ~~~ I had no need to fall in love. I only surrendered reluctantly, while inevitably, to the gravitational pull. Once there, we tore through each other's lives like a whirlwind, embracing our rapture with reckless abandon, forgetting everything and everyone but the delights we discovered in sharing our time, our hearts and our pleasures. Lauren quickly dissolved every limit I had ever known, crashed through every one of my reclusive walls. Step by step, knowing the consequences, I gave myself to her. My bed became our Xanadu. ~~~ I opened our apartment door, excited and nervous. The sun blared heat in bold sharp rays over the July afternoon; the air swam moist with the ocean's humid fog. I dropped my briefcase down against one of the tall bookshelves and pulled off my government tags. I checked my pocket and kicking off my shoes as I walked, I made my way back into our bedroom. The shades were drawn tight, giving the cooled air the calmness of a premature dusk. I flipped on my old stereo and lifted the needle to give Prince a chance to give the room a mood. I unbuttoned my flowing white shirt and unbuckled my studded belt. Running my hands over my smooth chest, I let myself relish the moment, the anticipation, the glory of living my romance. I unfastened my tight black trousers and tossed them casually into the growing pile of clothes in the corner of my walk-in closet. My skin, burnished dark by a steady summer glaze, tickled at the cool air. I pushed off my cotton briefs and slipped between the satin sheets. Laying alone in my bed on a Thursday afternoon, I let my thoughts drift over the games we had played, she and I, the naked days as she refused to get dressed, her creamy smooth ass drifting into sight as she lifted her arms, raising the hem of her t-shirt. I stroked my prick as I imagined suckling her tits, the thick rounds of her nipples as she let them hang down, knelt down before me, pushing herself hard back. My excitement grew, remembering and imagining the glazed look in her eyes as I let myself go. "Hello," Lauren said melodically, finding me in our bed. She smiled, delighted and pulled her blouse over her head. "I was hoping you'd get home soon," I said, still stroking my stiff prick. She unzipped her business skirt and dropped it down quickly. Lace panties soon followed. Lauren reached back to unclasp her beige bra and I licked my lips. In a bounce she found her way next to me, flesh to flesh. "This is a nice surprise," Lauren said. I kissed her, kissed her neck, kissed her breast and her pale tummy. "Mmm," she cooed as I moved between her lean thighs. I dipped my tongue into the faint slumbering valley of her soft golden hairs, and again and once more until the rich scent of her approval returned my loving kiss. I slipped my hands beneath Lauren's bottom and pulled her cunt closer, licking her open, her lips swelling full. The warm juice of her desire began to trickle over my hands and I kissed her hardening clit. My fingers deep within her wet velveteen pussy, I smiled to feel the shudders of Lauren's delight. I kissed her dripping lips as she giggled and then wet-mouthed kissed her pretty face. "You're incredible," she said. "I'm in love," I replied, and traced my lips down, kissing her breasts, tickling her waist, licking the warm icing off her pale upper thighs. I licked her slowly and then faster, soft and then hard. I lifted her bottom and pressed my tongue deep. I sucked on her clitty until she felt her soul move. "I'm so lucky," Lauren told me. "You're a beauty," I said. Returning down once again, I sank my tongue in her chasm and tickled her inside, drowning in love's sweet succulent sea. "No," she whispered, "I can't bear it." I licked her intently and gently and she objected no more. I teased her left labia, painted her right with the skilled brush of my tongue, circles and swirls and moths in moonlight. I kissed her with fury and passion and fun. I sank deep inside her and made her heart mine. I lifted myself up to kiss her rose lips. Her eyes, like the blue on a lake on a bright summer day, stared deep within me, loving and glazed. I reached for the headboard. "Marry me," I said. "Are you kidding?" Lauren asked as I showed her the ring. "Marry me," I repeated. "Please," she said. "I will." ~~~ I gave her sapphires at breakfast. I"ll kiss her tonight. ~~~ Malinov Power belongs to those who dare. . . Sapere Aude Kristen's collection--------------------------------------