Milk & Cookies (3 In Rio)

Thys introducerea (1)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: some foul language-sexual inneduios obnxous prattling on.

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Milk & Cookies: Alucard's late night romp with Yari, Hunnie, and Michi.  Let the fun begin…

I. Thys introducerea (the introduction)

(Note: you can skip some of the first part as it's more a focus on plot introduction and consists of me.  Yari and Hunnie are discussed but properly introduced. It begins at Moving Forward)

I, Michi Tala, am about to tell a sorted tale of two gorgeous Black ladies and one sassy, dirty minded white girl.  It starts on a late Friday night in Rio de Janeiro at a hotel called The Sanguineous. I hear it's a sister hotel to Chateau Sanguine in London, and I have seen many things I dare not speak of, for I would be thought crazy.  

I am many things, but I'm not insane as the term is known..

My two stunningly beautiful good friends, Yari and Hunnie, have talked me into a 14-day holiday trip to Rio de Janeiro.  The sun and sand on a beach with good food and best friends sounded perfect for my self-esteem; it was at an all-time low.  I am justin finishing up with a divorce, so I was quite ready for a vacation of sorts.  We have lucked out to have both items available at the posh hotel.  Though, the place has strange sounds and the feelings of being watched.

Perhaps it is haunted, to say the least?

Due to my continual issues with insomnia, I have an adjacent suite room to Hunnie and Yari.  I leave the door open most of the time unless I can’t sleep, and the lights are on with music playing.  It's not fair that they don’t get to sleep because I can’t.  This leads to me wandering in the halls to exercise so I might get sleepy and head down to a drinks shop for night owls (people).  I ordered my usual dark orange hot chocolate, well, more warm than hot, and then proceeded to watch people while reading on my Kindle app.  I can catch up on my sleep tomorrow.

There are no set in stone plans for Saturday…

A sudden shiver goes down my spine, so I cringe a little.  The same sensation when I encountered my first mountain lion or as some tribes say ghost cat. My eyes are pinprick to search for the source of my reaction.  It is at first the man’s dark shadow that catches my attention, and then it is him in the flesh and blood.  His hair is long and black as a starless night, flowing to the small of his black suited back. My fingers twitch as if they had a mind of their own.  I can picture my fingers grasping his raven curtain of hair firmly in which to give tugs and hear him groan.

My thoughts betray me even…

  His walk is as smooth as if virtually gliding across the polished white marble floor. The elegantly dressed man seems to be observing the surroundings, our surroundings as it may.  When I am about to put my head down to read once more, I can sense I have now caught his attention.  The pale but extremely handsome man sits down at a chair near me with a small table.  A glass of something red and vicious is offered to him.

It looks like the description of blood wine…

So as not to be rude, I lift my cup of dark cocoa to do a type of toast to him and proceed to settle back into reading.  I now place an earbud in my left ear, so I am not listening in on any conversations.  For some strange reason, I had chosen the soundtrack to Bram Stoker’s Dracula this late night. Even though I have it down low for me, it seems the handsome stranger can hear the music quite well.  Once more, it is his tall, slim shadow that lets me know when the ebony haired man is approaching my table.  You would have thought I wouldn’t have been startled, but I still am…