The Rocketman And The Tiny Dancer: The Macchiato Lady
"Look. Before I say anything, I need to know something and would like it if you are completely straightforward." Bad Girl proclaimed, placing her cold hand on The Tiny Dancer's left knee.
"Have I ever did anything but?" The Macchiato Lady rebuttaled, bewildered by the creamy skinned madame's implication.
"You have your ways with words just as passionate as you have your ways with people. And you have so many ways with people, I can doubt confidently that those that has experienced you has seen, heard, or felt all of them." The freckled face diva explained in certainty. It definitely helped her case that she is The Prime Whore's most frequent Nobody.
"Hmmm. That's fair to assume, but that is much more circumstantial than general." The Tiny Dancer responded from her leisure. Then, with a swiftness that was so sudden, you couldn't have saw her move with the common eye, the divinity of her sculpted face was nose to nose with Bad Girl's.
"What is it, Baddie?" The Prime Whore asked in a low and erotic vibrato, her emerald eyes grasping at the diva's spicy spirit. "Are you jealous, hmmm?" She moved closer to the retreated diva's face, exhaling the amazon's choppy air and inhaling the amazon's natural essence. She whispered in the beauty's right ear when she said, "What? Do you want me to have my way with you in every. Possible. Position."
Bad Girl was so stunned by The Macchiato Lady's reflexes, she had to lean back on her palms to avoid a collision. A chill ran up and down her spine when The Tiny Dancer's tantalizing whispers hissed in her burning ear. The freckled face diva bit down on the pink of her bottom lip, her luscious legs tightened at the knees in reaction to the tingling trying to invade.
The Macchiato Lady smiled in contempt as she plopped down, folding her legs in a meditation posture in front of her.
"What is your question, Baddie?" The Tiny Dancer asked, giggling at the state of the electrified amazon. "I will attempt to answer with the best of my abilities."
The freckled face diva's eyebrow rose due to the ambiguous answers.
Bad Girl sat back up and cleared the electricity from her throat. She stared The Macchiato Lady in her smiling face, the diva's expression all business.
"...Are you in lo-."
"Yes."
Bad Girl didn't even finish her inquiry before The Tiny Dancer responded, seemingly aware of the question being asked.
"How'd you know what I was asking?" The amazon asked uninterrupted. Her left eyebrow rose again and twitched at The Macchiato Lady's foreshadowing answer, it was almost as quick as her reflexes.
"Because this sin't the first time you've asked me this." The Tiny Dancer replied, grabbing a tube of miniature M&M's off the glass coffee table. She popped the top and turn the blue tube upside down, but the tiny multicolored chocolate treats didn't spill out. Instead, two Extendo Earth Psychedelia clover sticks landed on The Macchiato Lady's dainty palm, one wrapped in brown hemp paper and the other in pure banana leaf.
The Tiny Dancer put the banana leaf blunt back into the chocolate treat tube and tossed it back on to the glass platform. She stuck her hand in between the couch cushions, rustling around for a second before removing a chrome indigo Zippo lighter. She put the filter of the Space Queen flavors between her two tone lips and igniting the end of the brown hemp paper. The Prime Whore inhaled and drew in the hallucinatory flame, exhaling the residual smoke of the first pull.
"When I took you to the Oldies Club last September," The Macchiato Lady began explaining, draining the Space Queen's smoke from her lungs as she spoke. "We were having a....... Tiny Dance to a cover over Ella Fitzgerald's Someone To Watch Over Me. You were wearing a strapless all black Givenchy dress with a cut up the skirt, so gorgeous I remember. I was in a coke white suit with a neon black shirt and a coke white bow tie, and your eyes never left my presence by choice. You asked me as we twirled on the dance floor. 'TD..... Are you in love with-,' 'Yes.' Afterwords, you asked me to spend the night at your apartment, in your bed, instead of my own bed at the home I share with him."
And stay The Prime Whore did, igniting every nerve of the cream skinned dame like the flame between her teeth. Touching and tasting all over Bad Girl's voluptuous body, kissing all over her pretty brown freckles and licking the inside of her sopping wet mouth.
The Macchiato Lady stirred the long legged diva until the many ministrations and electrifying orgasms tenderized her attitude to that of a soft legged lover.
On the dressers at both sides of Bad Girls's queen sized bed were three picture frames lying on their faces, hiding who or whatever was memorized in the photos.
"Then last December, when we celebrated Christmas in Harlem." The Tiny Dancer continued, inhaling and exhaling the five leaf fire, emptying the soot of the smoke into a crystal ash tray sitting on the arm of the couch. "You had to be home before Christmas, but you wanted to spend and exchange gifts on the first twelve days of. The eleventh night is when you asked me, while we were sitting in that park with the lights and decorations all over. 'TD, can I ask you something?' 'Of course you can, sweet baby.' '....Do you really lo-.' 'Yes. I do.' You then looked around for a moment, saw the cute Asian couple skating and decided we should as well, completely sweeping the situation under the rug. We smile and skated for what seemed like a very pleasant eternity, continuing to the early hours of the next morning. We didn't leave our hotel on day number twelve, eating and entering each other until midnight struck the final hour. Do you remember what happened in that room the next morning?"
"....." The cream skinned dame's eyes wandered as she bit down on her bottom lip again, unable to look the dainty woman in her Emerald oculars.
"You know why you can't answer, Baddie?" The Macchiato Lady asked rhetorically, exhaling a cloud of smoke in the diva's direction. The Tiny Dancer leaned closer to Bad Girl, The Prime Whore's expression was straight like a razor and just as sharp. "Because, you were on a plane before my eyes even opened, and I was awake at five in the morning. The most fucked up part about this is that I believe you knew I'd be awake around that time, so you plotted to leave before that frame. Now, you'd have to imagine how you would've reacted if I said I wasn't in love."
The lip biting continued, but a rebuttal never followed.
"You know, you look adorable when you bite your lip like that." The Macchiato Lady complimented the diva, her express still straight like silk thread. "It is your tell, Baddie. An obvious reaction when you know that whatever side the truth is on is not the same side you're on. You withdraw into your beauty, sniff for the sweeter side of tenderness, catch as many orgasms as your body can squirt, and then leave before the light to avoid the inevitable severing of bonds and connections. Now, here you are again. Asking about the L-word stationed in my noggin, and as to the climax of it's long voyage.... Hold on to this for me, will you?" The Tiny Dancer asked, putting the filter of the cover stick to Bad Girl's luscious pink lips.
The curvy amazon looked at the burning paper and then toward The Macchiato Lady before parting her lips. The freckled face diva had to swallow the saliva gathering in her mouth or risk drooling in front of The Prime Whore's presence, because of The Prime Whore's presence. The raunchy plasma wouldn't cease from one gulp, strands of the salivation were sticking to the roof of her mouth and the bed of her tongue.
The Macchiato Lady pretended not to notice, avoiding the selfish satisfaction of her blatantly passive visitor. When Bad Girl took the Space Queen flavor between her thick lips, she instinctively siphoned a stream of the smooth psychedelia. Although the taste of the marijuana was prominent in the pre-wrapped paper, The Tiny Dancer can be tasted on anything and/or anyone she has put her lips on or tongue inside.
From exotic platters to provocative electronics, everything tastes better with The Macchiato Drip. It doesn't matter the preference of your pallets or the desire of your own imagination, if The Tiny Dancer had it primitively, you'll crave it passionately.
As the freckle face amazon savored what little of the Drip she could feel on her moistening tongue, the dripping lolita hopped on the diva's creamy lap. Bad Girl tried to play it cool, but the goosebumps rising on her skin was conducted by The Macchiato Drip and electrified a dominating smirk on The Tiny Dancer's brown and pink lips.
Bad Girl didn't move.
No.
Bad Girl couldn't move.
The Prime Whore's golden green gaze trapped the low eyed blue of the long legged diva's intuition. The Macchiato Lady stapled her tiny grip on the top of the couch with both arms on each side of the amazon's head, fully securing the attention she so selfishly craves.
"This is what you want, isn't it, Baddie?" The Tiny Dancer picked at, her naturally provocative tone more tantalizing and her magnetizing stare more seductive. "All of me is what you crave, in many ways is what you desire...." The Corrupted Goods removed the five leaf fire from Bad Girl's lips and took hold of her chin before whispering, "My undivided instinctual emotion is what you breathe for."
The Tiny Dancer and the freckle face amazon's lips touch, but didn't press into a kiss. When the clouded psychedelia permeated from Bad Girl's lewd moisture, it was immediately absorbed by The Macchiato Lady's salivating mouth. Once all the residuals were collected completely, The Tiny Dancer pressed the soft touch into a full snog. Her professional tongue did circles in the slimy cavern, exhaling the smoke into the back of the long legged diva's throat.
They're deep kiss ended with a smack of the lips and a chain of saliva.
The swapped psychedelic smoke was much much sweeter than the first time it influenced Bad Girl's lungs, contemplating even allowing the unique flavor to dissolve inside of reality. This was a taste she could only savor at one place in this limitless galaxy, only one being could satisfy that addictive craving.
The cream skinned dame wasn't currently wearing her wedding band, so it wasn't a flavor The Good Wife could provide.
It is a taste that subconsciously lead her to The Room Farthest South. Wanting and needing closure for what already awaits her at home, but from a sensualized being that is more of an anomaly of Euphoria than a child of nature.
An unidentifiable essence.
A Goddess gusto.
An apparition's aphrodisia.
The Macchiato Drip.
Part Two.
To Be Continued...........
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