Embracing Sin

8

It was Friday; I still cannot believe I let James set me up with Cl chic.

I had the day off today which rarely happens, decided to hit the gym to box some of this energy but I couldn't. Nothing seems to distract me from all events that has happened in the past couple months. As I shave my beard and mustache off I can't help to feel that maybe this new look would make me feel like a new man. Maybe make me feel new and not broken.

Maybe tonight this meet and greet will distract me from the news I got in while I was in Italy.

I decided to text her, hoping she would cancel. Nope, how wrong was I. The whole day we were texting on and off small questions with simple answers.

James and Art were right, she's attractive girl but I couldn't help but to questioned, 'what's wrong with her?'
Her name is Rosa. She works at a call center selling insurance. For fun, she likes to attend the shooting range.

I wonder if that should be a red flag. She's might be crazy enough to shoot me but then again this is Texas and everyone owns guns.                

          I'm not a real Texan, I came here in my twenties trying to get away from my uncle and New York but learn to love everything Texas had to offer. I even pick up some Texan customs like a taste for whiskey, country music, and food. I think I've gained about fifteen pounds since the move.

ME: Well Rose, how will I recognize you at the Afterburn.

Shit, still can't believe I'm doing this.

CL Chic : I'll be wearing a small red scarf around my wrist."

Red.

Again, can't help to feel like this should be a Red Flag.
I arrive at Afterburn decide taking my v-Rod motorcycle with me, who knows I might just rush to leave to the D. Farmhouse.

The bar was nicely dark and smell of hookah scent roaming the atmosphere with easy listening electronic music.

Art was right this place was the perfect place to meet her. James would have just said, "fuck it, take her straight to the hotel room, hope she lets you stick it in her ass."
Fucking James, I can always hear his fuck up comments even when his not around.

I spotted the red scarf around her wrist; fuck her picture does no justice.

She is standing by the bar leaning over and laughing with the bartender, I don't know where in the hell this territorial feeling came over me, all I know is something about her pulls me in.
All I want to do was take her in front of him to show him whose the name she's going to be screaming.

She finally looks my way.

Her black pencil skirt was tight around her curve ass showing the right amount of legs,  with a nude spaghetti cami.

Fuck, No bra!

No wonder, the fucking bartender couldn't keep his damn eyes off her. I couldn't help but keep staring at her small plum breast and the color nude matching her skin tone; I couldn't help to let my imagination get the best of me. 
My dick and I wonder how she would feel against us.
Does her skin feel just as soft as it looks? Will her full plum lips feel amazing round on my shaft?

I walk up to her, grab her whole body to face me, I couldn't stand that this bartender begging for her attention.     

She stared up at me with those beautiful almond chocolate covered eyes. She had the most beautiful full luscious lips and all I can think about is her swollen lips wrap around my d!ck.

For the moment of our silence, it felt like it was just me and her. Her body language change, she looked more relaxed, her smile is genuine. Then it hit me when I got a hint of her scent; it was her! The smell of roses lingers in my nose and the memory flashes in my mind.

She was at the liquor store; she was the woman with the pain in her eyes. The one I wanted to protect from men like Jesús. For a moment the sadness in her eyes was gone and replaced with desire. Desire I was going to give her.

I was going to make sure I ruin all men that came after me.  But in the same time I questioned myself, 'I can't afford to get attached to women who places a personal ads?'
I mean... she's might be just a regular on craigslist. I was not going to be a gentleman about this. This is what she wanted, right?

The young acne boy interrupts us like he even had a chance with this real woman.  Asking her if she knew me but she nod never removing her memorizing stare.

Tonight I was going to make her feel something dirty. I'm glad Art and I are regulars at the Afterburn I knew exactly where to sit so no one can interrupt us.

Art likes to mess around with the skinny tattoo girls here. He always sat in the same area where no one can see him and his acts.
I order our drinks and kept the tab open. It's only right to do, I'm a gentleman after all, even though all I can think about is being a savage.
"I came... well I'm glad I came too I meant you," she nervously lost her cool. It was too cute; I rarely have women become nervous around me.
They all want the same thing from me, 'to be my submissive.'

As I grab our drinks and walking her to a dark spot in the back of the bar. My hand is on lower back my fingers twitch with anticipation of wanting to make full contact with her smooth skin. As we sat down the music was blasting perfect words how I felt but her phone wouldn't stop vibrating. I tried not to show her my annoyance,"I think you should check that, sounds important."

She nods. God, her silence is making my dick hard.
All I can picture her obedience while she's on her knees.
She excuses herself to the bathroom, All I can do is stare at her ass as she walks away.
Picturing her ass been claimed by my hand prints.

Ash the waitress interrupts my dirty thoughts, "Hey Alek, Long time no see. Where's Art? I miss y'all. What are you drinking it's on the house."

Ash was some girl Art and I had tag team once in the same area months back.

Sometimes Art and I shared girls, it was no big deal to us; it was like sharing toys with my brother.
"I don't know where Art is, Im here with my girl."
Fuck did I just say that about some random woman who placed a 'fuck me' ad on craigslist.

Ash had sadness in her eyes. I just ignore her as soon I saw Rosá walking towards me.
"Hey, Dolcezza, (Sweetie) your back."

I lost my cool; I grab her in front of Ash and claiming her with my mouth. Her soft lips rubbing against my own, as our tongue twist in our mouths as she lets go tiny grunts and I can feel both our heat radiating off our bodies.

That was it, I was done.
Fucking Ash coughs, "I guess. No drinks then?" I never took my eyes away from her, "I need to close my tab."