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Obscene Scandals [A]

Obscene Scandals [A]

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Now, as I'm sitting under this oak tree staring contently at the static forest green pond, my violent thoughts are crashing my linguistic shore. As a bewildered hypothesis, I have felt emotions/feelings can be described in form of colours, just how the frequencies of it affect our visuals, and make us feel empowered. In my affirmation, we have always used to colour cobalt/indigo to describe melancholy; a state of extreme sadness, further, we use bright yellow to signify jubilance and enjoyment, that colour is of the fresh summer air knocking you off your mattress to make some tremendous amount of friends. Similarly, when we discuss of temptations, desires and the everlasting clandestine affairs, we adorn it with red. Red. As a symbol of danger yet satisfaction, red of blood and bricks, of cherries and lipsticks. In a crowd full of people, your eyes met striking, a red thunder bombarding into notions of desire. This colour alone is enough to alarm your brain of trouble, and also to walk vehemently through trouble. In this book, I eager to flood your minds with the inks of desire and some obscenely illicit short stories, which in turn would make you feel the colour red in your bones. As this world is talking about sex and smuts, there should be a column innately delineating the arts of temptation, and how it leads to seduction, the ultimate pleasure of disguising the one in control. I admire seduction above all, rather it should be called the art of experiencing the peaks of pleasure. I'm writing about all the moments you felt disturbed of this tingling attraction towards the people you shouldn't, the desires that questions your morals. And about people that you haven't met ever. This is about sexcapades and the temptations that led to it...

Chapter 1 clay

Under the orange lights reflecting on her honey like skin she walked timidly, stomping her tender legs, eyes glancing around only to release a whimper of displease. The irritated biting on her nail making the manicure fubsy and crooked as she watched the people gazing disgusted. Eirene's riant eyes dancing between the note displaying on her fingers and the exquisitely styled letters carved on a board.

"ollis", pots spelling immensely charismatic in latin

Fresh ambroisal flowers decorating the mini shop, every light step diverged her eyes towards the viridian coloured walls and the sage wooden french door. Huge cement beds filled with daisies planted and grown along with sunflowers at the back. Ivy leaves hanging down the ceiling along with small white flowers stitched together into a chain. A playful gasp left her mouth as she examined the designed clay pots lined beside the flower beds, tall, short, thin, huge, every seraphic shape coloured aesthetic.

She exahaled an irenic breathe calming her pulses in the victory of finding the place she has been looking for. Hands coiling around the golden coloured door knob as she squealed a cry of happiness "granniee!" her eyes closed, brown curls blown away from her face by the impact of air.

black olive pupils dilating the moment her eyes opened, blood rushing to her cheeks, palms gripping the sides of her taubenblau sweater tightly as she nibbled on her lips out of embarrassment and shyness.

the strangeness of eirene's silvery voice made Valdemar urgently shift his attention towards the woman standing in casuals. his hands disrupted, from painting the golden linings of pot, slouched body gaining it's manliness as he strengthen his shoulders only to gaze at her with perplexity. the hem of his throat sending a shiver down her spine, "how may I help you", he asked, with a raised eyebrow. As soon the voice echoed throughout the four walls, the words got stuck in her voice box denying to mark their salient presence.

"uh uhm uh mm I-" under the stutters she noticed a familiar voice ringing down from corner of that room, "who's it?" a croaky and husky voice which used to be as silvery as her's, but even as now the melody of that voice is incomparable.

Answer to that question hung mid air when an old lady two feets shorter than her made appearance, she saw just the replica of her seventy year self, dried skin, a shade tanner, wrinkled eyes with long lashes and a beautiful smile across those pink loose lips. a green middie hanging low till her calves as she walked in awe towards her in pearl white moccasins. "Eirene...." her voice cooed near her pinna when she hugged eirene tightly, rocking her palm softly behind her back. Eirene hugged her back tightly, nearly forgetting the presence of the gorgeous man sitting in glory and staring intensely at her.

"how are you grannie?" she cupped her grand daughter's face planting a wet kiss on her forehead, which made her giggle silently. "I'm more than good, how have you been ren" she asked looking softly into her black orbs, "pretty messed everywhere" she said in a low mumble, "it's okay baby everything will get into it's place".

The noiseless room was now filled with chattering voices, supressed laughters and low voiced gossips. Valdemar was agitated with the long lost concentration, as all he could think about was the girl sitting infront of him. He silently dropped his paint brush looking at the mesmerizing folds blocking the view of her elysian like features. His face relaxing at her curved lashes before his eyes travelled further towards her bewitching smile and those plump red tinted lips.

"This is Valdemar, he's been working with me since last four months", his downturned hazel eyes connecting with hers sending another chill down the tempting curve. "h-hello" she replied to his benumbed stare, after a while of exchange of tension he nodded his head. "I'm outside Albina" he remarked on his way out of the wooden door. The jingle of the rings denoting his escape. "he is very silent don't mind him" her grannie, Albina, reassured holding her free hand, "it's okay I didn't mind" but she did, a sack of gratuitous questions landing with a thud on her brain and all she could think was, 'why is he this rude'.

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The night taking over, she sat on the kitchen island cutting the strawberries, blueberries and raspberries for her favourite pie, one her grandma makes. Albina's tiny, wrinkled hands kneading the dough ready, spreading it on the tin container after applying butter, even though eirene's pupils were focused on the gradual and steady movements, another accismus question was encircling her brain 'is he coming back'.

She shook her self out, instead focusing on the onerous task of turning the puree into a sugary pulp. Picking up the strawberries and raspberries on first place, the glass bowl being emptied into the steel pan filled with butter, humming as she poured and ate the whipped cream on her fingers. Her left hand still stirring the pulp occasionally, as she turned around mindlessly, again sucking the dash of cream on her finger, her head jerking at the sweetness as she heaved a bewitching sigh.

Satisfied, she opened her eyes to Valdemar, every vein in her body stiffening at the sight, his concentrated but dissipated gaze on the string of saliva connecting her finger to her mouth.

"I- I-" she sudden turned again finding herself at the loss of words, the screech of chair was made by him to settle himself down the chair. her mind anxieitic, she accidentally held the steel pan, a pained shriek leaving her lips. her palm left the handle blowing on the burnt skin when her hand was snatched by Valdemar who's gaze was still iced.

He left her, rushing to take out the first aid box and rummaging through the tablets, antiseptics finally stumbling upon the required ointment. He held her wrist applying the ointment carefully on her fingers. She was lost, too lost to take in the pain stimulating around her palm, around her mind she was adrifted. Pupils focused on his face, the perfect almond shaped eyes, thick brows, straight nose making her question her faith and those plump pink lips, of which he have no idea how badly she wanna get kissed while being fucked.

"that's it" she came back to earth, yet she was in heaven. his pepper beard marking it's presence down his jawline and neck as he assured. "u-uhm t-thanks" and with the heavy anxiety of 'the way she said thanks', her foot stomped in direction of pulp kept on kitchen counter.

her mind playing scenarios of his hands applying ointment on my palm, how admirable they will be running along her waist, trailing down slowly while his eyes will be focused on hers and the frisson of her soul making her realease an unbridled moan. Or between her thighs, while his sexy fingers work on the flesh, rubbing and pinching her clitoris. willingly tasting her high.

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"ohh! granniee! thiss iss fucking ethereal, I'm tasting it after a decade and it's samee, undeniably delicious. how you even do it?" he smiled at the enthusiasm of the little girl infront of him, like he ever had, she stared amused by how stunning his smirk is.

her grannie smiled in response patting her head and landing a small smooch on her temple, "I missed you so much ren", her hands hugging albina's thick waist as she batted her lachrymose eyes. "okay that's it I'll finish" she said laughing and continuing to take big bites regardless of how childish it looked.

a bite of the sweet pie bursting her taste buds with pleasure of sweetness, another bite, her gaze fell on the man across the table, keeping the ice demeanour with gentleness opposite to hers. she watched him taking a spoonful, chewing slowly with his lips sealed (not even letting the air escape), and gulping.

Albina finished her food, walking up to the counters for her routined medicines, "Albina the medicines are in your room" his thrilling deep voice almost choking eirene who was trying not to cough at this moment. Albina laughed, "oh jesus, I forgot" she rattled, ambling towards her upper storeyed room.

In between the silence, the awkward air between them was blaring heavily, the gazes she took only to be confronted by his ablazed once. And the sprinting thoughts on her mind tending to tap her toes continuously and her fingers playing with the hem of her mid lengthed skirt. She cursed herself silently, getting off her seat and dashing towards her room, closing the door with a bang.

Valdemar chortled at her sprinting figure, taking his utensils to the sink followed by hers. He remembered her quaky figure he discovered this morning, how he was stunned by her olive green eyes, or the light freckles covering her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. He was dazed by her wavy brown curl and her taubenblau sweater paired with beige coloured pants, along her black n white coverse. The fact that her trembling lips that made his body shiver at the thought, of biting those pink plumps is unutterable.

"would you want to maybe learn pottery?" Valdemar rattled without initiating the eye contact, later lifting his stare to admire the hesitant alluring mess, "y-yes sure" she replied, stuttering yet the smile untouched. "right now?" she questioned, "doesn't seem much late" Valdemar responded pretentiously, checking his imaginary watch on his wrist earning a chuckle from Eirene.

Valdemar small talked his way out of the kitchen, down to their workshop. the city seemed a lot more serene at midnight, chirping of crickets, the smoothened gushes of wind blowing straight from the small window, along her skin, errupting goosebumps and the urge to listen to alternative indie music.

He set up the potter's wheel giving it a spin asking her to sit right next to it, "how long have you been out of town?", he asked while prepping the wheel, getting a big cylindrical heavy chunk of clay, slicing it into half, and patting the chunk on the wheel, "its been a while, i was a kid, they had better educational institutions at the outskirts, my parents got the job, i got admission so we moved out" she responded, tight lipped, watching his every move along with the flex of his veins under the moonlight that seeped through the glass window, "are you sure you are just a potter", she emphasized on 'just', "when im stressed, yes", "what about other occasions", he chuckled, his raven voice ringing in my ears, "its a secret" he said while spinning the wheel.

the ivy leaves shined under the moonlight, as he took a sip of his cabernet sauvignon setting the glass back on the table, "i need you to apply mediocre pressure, dont pressurize too much to dismantle its shape, but enough keep it in proportions", spinning again she drenched her hands touching the chilled clay, shaping it into a funny giant tower, it was wiggling so continously she laugh, "elongate it, uh huh, higher", the splashes of clay painted her sweater, he walked into a small wardrobe retrieving an apron, "now compress", he said while walking behind her, he brushed her brunette wavy hair slightly, swiftly moving it over her shoulder, sliding the apron and tieing it, however this slightest minimal touch made her stomach squirm, goosejumps erected her skin when his kneeled beside her, his eyes on the same level as her, as he stared at the alluring beauty.

"may i?", politely asking for intrusion, his hands slide over hers, cupping her body in his embrace as he hovered over her shoulder, his fingers shaping the clay, mindfully, his aroma of citrus, she was stunned, awe struck with his veins popping and running through his muscular arms, that were covering hers almost fully. And when he dug a hole into the clay with his two fingers sliding over hers, pressing into the clay, she gasped the heat of arousal flooding stronger down her legs, she watched the clay water ooze out as he shaped the clay into a hollow tube, narrowing the ends and widening the body.

She felt his breathe tickle down her neck and shoulder, and the shuddering gap between them, he carressed her hands, leaving her to shape the ottis, as he painted her hands gray, then the sleeves of her sweater, a breathe heaved out of her eyes as she looked back at him, staring at his light brown eyes, curled lashes and thick eyebrows, "focus" he grunted in a deep voice, as she bite her lips, his fingers moved back over hers as he watched her bite her low grunt.

It was the haze of the moment, her head dunk in clouds of thoughts and arousal, her breathes erratic and her lips sealed under his spell, she moved back feeling him, her derrière tracing his shaft, she heard him grunt under her ear. a moan slipped past her lips when she moved closer, grinding on him, lips apart, sweat beads lacing her forehead, he licked under her ear, biting and sucking the same spot, earning more heated gasps from the young lady.

His hands drove down her thighs, waist, up to her shoulder, "are you sure?"he questioned, with lines on his forehead, she nodded, "yes", their gaze interlocked, the urge undeniable, she watched drown into the brown eyes and their nose touch, soon the lips, it was a peck, the softness of his pink chapped lips inevitable, she wanted more, shivers ran down her back when she felt him lick over her lips before kissing, sucking her lips and his tongue entangled with hers. the clay fingers brushind her neck as she felt the cold surge through her heat, and her pot was crippled into a mess, her fingers squeezing before hands painted his jaw, holding gently but her lips were fierce.

The muddy fingers trailed down clothed body, feeling the stuff chest and abs, before pulling his tee shirt over his head, she was confused of the new found confidence but she liked, not being idle. The dirt laced his body as her hands trailed down his naked abs, grunts vibrating on her lips as she moved her finger south, lips sucking his lower ones, nibbling and pulling his in between. He grabbed her hands turning her around making her sit on his lap, her throbbing wet centre colliding with his clothed shaft. Moans escaped her lips imagining him thrusting that cock inside her slowly before her sanity will be lost completely.

His lips trailed down her neck lifting her sweater, undressing her, leaving the pale mess with a white tank top clinging to her skin, showing her erected nipple protruding, waiting to be touched, teased, licked and nibbled on.

Not wasting a second his fingers were already tweaking the little bud, making her moan as he order "i need you to fix that pot" she looked at him as perplexed, "what?" she asked, "you want me to repeat" he mumbled beside her ear, in one of the darkest tones she have ever heard, her knees wobbly. She shook her head, her hands reshaping the pot alongside him slipping his fingers inside her tank top, trailing and drawing circles around her nipples, he pulled back his finger, spitting and spreading it over the same heated bud. Her cuses with her biting her lips to not moan louder.

Ordering her to stand, he pulled down her pants along with a black thong, it surely made him smile, the innocent looks completely contrasting her lace thong. He spanked her ass, holding onto her hips, she fumbled forwards bending over the wheel with supporting hands, "ohh fuck, you're glistening" he hummed nearer to her creamed cunt. Running his fingers over the wetness seeping out her pussy, she squirmed moving her hips, which made him spank her again, "stay", he ordered again, making her throb.

Just as the cold air was hitting the scorching parts of her body, he licked her, one smooth glide of tongue over her wetness. She couldn't help with the loud moan that slipped. Kissing and sucking over her wetness, he held onto her hips, making her grind over his face, all while sucking her clit. He would occasionally squeeze her rears and slap again.

"Pleasee, fuck me" she pled with teary eyes, the pleasure bursting around her temples, swollen lips from bitting constantly.

Sucking her sweet n sour juices for one last time he pulled out his cock, the zip opening sounds already making Eirene arch her back and rub her thighs together. "sit on it" he spelled, spreading his precum over his tip, she leaned straight, allowing him to rub his shaft all over her pussy, before he slided it. The tip along stretching her walls, as her whole pussy surrounded his cock, slowly her glistening warmth creaming his cock.

He pushed back her neck, her body grinding over his cock, his low groans were making her clench around him. He held on to her waist grabbing and making her rhythm over his thrusts. Her hands trying to make an attempt to reshape the pot, but it only got worse, leaving her with some bizzare dough shaped structure. She was still holding onto tht clay, when he lifted her legs over her head, spreading her wider as he rammed more ferociously. One of his palms covering her mouth, as he shushed her, "we dont want albina to see you like this, do we?", that thought only was enough to make her moan louder, she was doing dirty stuff right underneath the place her grandma must be sleeping.

Her clay hands now supporting his to her legs up as he stood up, letting him go deeper into her cunt, she rolled back her eyes, moaning curses. Putting her down in front of the freezing glass window, he made her lean against it, tits pressed against the chilled glass. His fingers slipped to her clit, rubbing and pressing down over her clits, which made her clench around him few more times, "yess baby cum for me" he whispered, pulling her neck to his shoulder, slapping her cold tits as she creamed on his dick. All she could think about was what if someone saw them, that thrill alone was wetting her again, making her cum again along his thrusts.

Pulling out, he turned her around, making her face him.

"Get on your knees and suck", he demanded, making her kneel over her pale knees, she held onto his throbbing dick, with her cum over it. She moaned on his dick, tasting herself mixed with his salty precum, groaning and sucking while rubbing the shaft she can't put into her throat. Looking at him, his broad shoulders were hovering like a sex god, his hand resting on his hip, and other fisting her ponytail. That scene was arousing her, she wanted to get fucked again.

"Open wide", he said, holding her hands above her head, stroking his schlong as he slided down her throat, holding her head to make her gag over his thrusts. deep throating and bruising her palate. He thrusted one last time, holding her head down to his cock buried deep in her throat, as he cummed, shooting hot loads into.

"let's take a bath" he suggested throwing her over his shoulder, strolling upwards, he knew albina must be sleeping soundly. However he was beware of the noises they made, he discreetly went to his room's bathroom, locking the door.

He stripped out of his clothes all while she pulled her tank top over her head. There she noticed things about him, his well built body, taunt abs, and the veins over his v line. His dick was almost hard again, as she moved forward to kiss his lips. Letting her fool around for few minutes he took over the make out, dominating the kiss, thrusting his tongue over hers and sucking her lower lip. He grope her ass making her stand under the shower, then leaning her against the wall as he pushed his hardened cock to her stomach. Lifting her up such that, it was now under her cunt.

"Oh you're drenched again huh" he asked as teasily, knowing the reason all too well. Guiding his shaft along her cunt, as she moaned to his length parting her cunt.

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