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 Cloves 1 By Ryan Sylander
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   Johnson stretched back in his burgundy leather office chair and lit up a
kretek.  It was late in the evening and no one was around.  He glanced at
his Breitling Cosmonaut.  It was almost time, he thought to himself.
   His wife of fifteen years was certainly going to be surprised.  The
expansive walnut desktop was empty except for a lilac envelope with a card
inside.  He had been ruminating over the precise words to write in it for
the last hour.  He had to choose them carefully, he knew.
   Johnson pulled the card out of the envelope.  He examined the front, a
script `Thank You' embedded in a nest of lavender asters.  He set the open
card on his desk and selected a black ink pen from his drawer.  For a few
moments, he gazed at the closed door of his office, dragging on the kretek.
At last he decided, and he smoothly wrote the words onto the blank card.
   Johnson carefully inserted the card back into its sheath, wet the
envelope flap and then sealed it.  He scripted her name out in flowing
letters on the front of the envelope.  Another look at his watch told him
that it was time to go.  He took a last drag of the kretek on the way to
the bathroom, and then flushed it away.
   As he drove, he tried to picture his wife's face when she saw him come
home.  He was supposed to be on a business trip, but he had returned early.
If she only knew where he really was.
   Johnson drove slowly, despite his excitement.  He didn't want to get
home too soon.  It was almost time.
   As he drove by his house, he noticed a white work van he had not ever
seen parked out front, and his wife's red Miata sitting crooked in the long
driveway.  Johnson parked on the street a block away, and then walked back
to his home.  He quietly unlocked the door and entered his house.
   The corner living room light was on its dimmest setting.  There was just
enough illumination to make out the black dress thrown haphazardly across
the back of the plush loveseat.  Two thin spaghetti straps dangled just
above a pair of black strappy heels.  One shoe was upright, it's twin
laying on its side, showing scuff marks on the sole from long nights of
dancing.
   At the foot of the stairs leading up to the bedrooms was a pair of black
jeans with white boxers still inside them, and two boot tips peeking out
from underneath.  The crumpled pile of rugged menswear was crowned by a
delicate black thong.  A white tshirt cascaded across the lower two steps
like a slinky frozen in time.
   Johnson set the card down on the dress and went up the stairs.  As he
turned down the hall towards his bedroom, he could hear... something.  His
bedroom door was half-open, like it had rebounded to its semi-closed state
after being thrown open in passion.  Johnson approached slowly, avoiding
the creaks in the hardwood floor he knew so well.  He stopped near the
entrance, just out of the throw of the light from the bedroom, and looked
in.
   ----
   On the bed, a man had his face buried in his wife's cunt.  A half-empty
bottle of good whiskey lay across the bed sheet.  Her hands were clasped
around the man's neck, on which a three-headed snake was tattooed.  Her
back was arched and her head was thrown back, writhing back and forth on
her pillow.  The man pulled away for a moment as she tried desperately to
hold him in place.  She whimpered as he stopped his oral assault.
   He took his tongue and gently dragged it along her inner thigh.  She
moaned in agony, as he stopped every time he got near her wetness.  Line by
line, he painted her right leg with his tongue, as she grew more agitated.
Her hips gyrated as she inched her way down the bed towards his mouth, only
to have him back off as well.  She started rubbing herself, but the man
stayed her hand, firmly moving it off her mound.  In desperation she rubbed
her hard nipples.
   The man grasped her knees and pushed them up towards her shoulders.  She
held them up, as the man lifted himself and looked at her sex for a long
moment.  He reached over to the bottle and took a long swig.  She begged
him to continue, but he just watched her as she held herself open for him.
He dragged a few fingers down her smooth leg, brushing her nether lips ever
so gently.  She shuddered in pleasure as he gingerly teased her clit with
his finger.  She tried in vain to lift her hips up to get more pressure,
but he pulled away in response.
   Slowly he increased his pressure on her hard button.  Her legs shook as
she held her knees up in the air.  Suddenly the man inserted his tongue
into her as deep as he could, while rubbing her vigorously.  She gasped in
shock and pleasure as the waves of orgasm mounted up within her.
   With ferocity, the man attacked her cunt with his tongue and fingers. 
The threeheaded snake moved in rhythm with her body.  He rubbed the button
of her ass with a moist finger as he worked her pussy with his mouth.  That
was all she needed; she bucked her hips wildly as she went over the edge
with a long wail.  The man quickly knelt up as he continued rubbing her,
and with his other hand he slathered her wetness onto his dick.  The round
knob was slick and purple, and no sooner had she started another long moan,
he buried himself inside of her.
   Her eyes went wide and her throat soundless as the man split her in two
with his tool.  She held her breath, unable to move as he started pounding
his length deep into her.  She was so open and exposed, and the man was
exploiting her position fully.  His olive balls bounced off her pure white
ass every time he drilled into her.  At last she had to breath, and as she
gasped for air, he increased his furious pace.  She had never let go of her
first orgasm, and now she was riding the dark wave to unknown heights.
   She pulled on her legs as much as she could, trying to open herself up
even more to him.  He slowed a little, exploring the full depth of his
penetration by sinking into her and rotating his hips, like he was stirring
her deep juices with his member.  Her eyes rolled back and a low growl
built up in her throat.
   The man responded by rubbing her clit firmly while he slid in and out of
her shaft, building up speed again.  She was losing control of her body, as
her cunt pulsed in rhythm with his thrusting.  The man propped himself up
on his hands and pumped into her with long strokes.  His dick would fully
exit her, only to slam back to the hilt a moment later.  She could no
longer hold her legs, and they fell back towards the bed.  Her hands
gripped tightly the red bed sheets as she moaned in absolute ecstasy.
   The man let out a grunt as he released himself into her.  He continued
thrusting into her, as she flailed about the bed, captured by
uncontrollable convulsions.  White cum built up at the intersection of
their sex as he filled her up, and then it dribbled down and onto the bed.
The man slowed as he let out the last bits of his fluid, and then laid
himself down on her, still buried inside her.  Their mass of flesh moved up
and down as they breathed together.
   She was spent, shuddering.  Her vagina was still quivering to the beat
of his earlier rhythm.  He felt her pulsing around him and started moving
slowly in and out of her again.  She didn't know if she could go again so
soon, but she was powerless to stop him.
   ----
   Johnson watched as the man started thrusting into his wife again.  He
tried to think the last time they had had sex like that, and he had to go
back many years.  He looked at his glowing watch hands out of habit,
although the time didn't matter anymore.  It was time, now.  He pulled out
a kretek and lit it up, blowing the smoke through the half-open door.
   ----
   Kelly froze when she smelled it.  It was unmistakable, the aroma of
burning cloves.  She only knew one person who smoked them.
   The man sensed her tension, and raised his head out of her neck where he
had been kissing her.  He never stopped thrusting into her as the clove
fragrance entered his lungs.
   Kelly pushed on the man, and he wordlessly rolled off of her.  She
quickly got up, but found she was too weak-kneed to walk.  She made her way
to the bedroom door, leaning on the furniture.  Fear took over her senses
as she inhaled the thick air.  She vaguely felt the rivulets of pearly cum
meandering down her thighs.
   She looked out into the dark hallway, but saw nothing except the dim
light of the living room at the end.  She carefully walked down the hall,
adrenaline giving her legs strength again.  When she got to the top of the
stairs, she looked down into the living room.
   There was no one there.  Perhaps she had imagined the smoke.  She
couldn't tell now if it was real, through the haze of alcohol in her head
and the smell of whiskey on her body where the man had poured it on and in
her earlier.
   Then she saw it, a light-colored rectangle sitting on the darkness of
her short black dress.  She stumbled down the stairs and grabbed the card
with shaking hands, tearing the envelope open.  As she read the card, she
collapsed to the ground, scattering her heels across the hardwood floor. 
Her tears watered the lavender flowers growing on the front of the card.
   ----
   Johnson stretched back in his burgundy leather office chair and lit up a
kretek.  It was late in the evening and no one was around.  He glanced at
his Breitling Cosmonaut.  It was almost time, he thought to himself.
   A knock on the door was expected.  He answered the knock, and a man
walked in and stood in front of Johnson's desk expectantly.
   Johnson opened his desk drawer and pulled out an envelope.  He counted
out the correct amount and handed it to the man.  The man glanced at the
bills, nodded and then turned and walked towards the door.  Johnson watched
the three-headed snake on the back of the man's neck as he shut the door
behind him.
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