Sangre (Daughters Of The Rose Moon)

Sangre (Daughters Of The Rose Moon)

By

A.H. Scott

Copyright 2014 A.H. Scott

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2014 A.H. Scott

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(Revised Edition 2014)

*****Dedication*****

This book is dedicated to anyone who has ever felt like an outsider.

A.H. Scott

2013

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Sangre

(Daughters of the Rose Moon)

By

A.H. Scott

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****PREFACE****

Devastated by a solar storm over sixty-thousand years ago, inhabitants of a star in the minor constellation of the Milky Way became castaways in the galaxy.

Nomadic by origin, these interstellar travelers known as the Citirionites settled on another planet, which had a similar atmosphere as their home Citirion – Earth.

Legend of the Citirionites lives on…..

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Chapter

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Crescent moon was a cock-eyed, Celestial smile peering through the fading green curtains of the small apartment on Clayton Street.

Heaven afforded her this moment.

She would not ruin the pleasure with telling him the truth about herself.

Sangre had never been with a man before.

They’d been dating for over six months and feelings beyond friendship had been building between both of them.

Although he didn’t realize it, Brian was the man who was going to have the first taste of Sangre.

This moment was her first time.

His hands reached behind her back and unhooked the pink bra she wore.

Uncovered, her bosom resembled the shape of a pair of plums. This young woman was ripe for the picking.

And, this was the young man who would harvest happiness on this night.

Skin the color of caramel, Sangre was like a warm sunset. As for Brian, he had the hue of bisque.

Her dark brown hair rested against soft shoulders and against the middle of Sangre’s bare back.

Brian’s chest had these tiny hairs upon it, which made her giggle a bit when running fingers along his breastbone.

I hope this will be a night neither of us ever forget, Brian, Sangre lightly placed both index fingers onto his chest.

Sangre didn’t want to disappoint herself or Brian during her first sexual experience, as the moment of adoration took hold for them both.

Brian’s apartment had only a kitchen, living room and bedroom. On his post-graduate salary, it was the most affordable living arrangement.

Living room had a tan sofa with a few light green pillows from the flea market and an amber colored coffee table. Stacks of books and paperwork filled the corners of that location.

Kitchen was tidy, but tiny. Sink, counter, stove and small fridge were just the basics for the man who resided there.

Brian led Sangre to his bedroom and they began to make love.

Powder blue briefs and pink panties were quickly peeled off, as each gazed at the other in their natural form.

I want you, Sangre, Brian held her hands in his, as an unexpected statement flowed from this man’s lips, I think I’m falling in love with you.

Sangre wrapped her arms around him and whispered into his ear, Me, too.

Pair of words from those soft lips was all he needed to hear from her.

Brian planted several deep smooches on her neck and slowly turned Sangre around to face the bed. His hands rested upon those soft hips, as he spoke, I know it’s our first time together, so let’s take it slow.

With him standing behind her, Sangre felt those words in such a deeper way than any man could ever imagine. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and motioned head back against his shoulder, Magic moments needn’t be at the speed of light.

That is so true, Brian’s right hand moved through her hair and turned Sangre to face him.

Passionate kisses led them into a reclined position on that bed, as Brian took the lead in their journey.

Evergreen color, cotton sheets were crumpled on that bed, as they began to make love.

Brian’s penis slowly entered Sangre. And, she felt a feeling which was not of discomfort.

In actuality, it was an awakening of the woman within.

Sangre’s soul soared with every press and slide of his body into hers.

Aaah, oh Brian, Sparks of fantasy flickered in Sangre’s heart, as she accepted him fully inside that slippery rose.

She had always dreamed of the first time being intimate with a man. And, the reality of Brian taking her to that place of unimaginable ecstasy was coming true on this night.

Sangre’s mind was racing like the wind, as every motion and moan was being memorized in arousal’s archive.

Variable of subtlety and sizzle encased them upon that bed, as Brian was layered atop of her with light joy.

Confidence came over this woman, as she whispered, Now, it’s my turn to make you happy, Brian.

Without skipping a beat, Brian exhaled with a grin, Baby, you already are doing a good job at that, Laying on his back, he waited for this soft flower to flourish, You have made me so happy already. I knew there was something special about you, Sangre

Relishing every touch and caress of him on her skin, Sangre was going to be on top of this man of inviting sensuality.

Sangre’s thighs parted and rested atop Brian. Rocking like a boat upon a wave, she absorbed every motion of his manhood inside of her.

Having never experienced that sensation of a man making love to her before, she wanted to remember everything with Brian.

Scent of his skin drenched in sweat and building arousal filled this woman’s nose.

Reflexive expanding and tightening of vaginal muscles were sputtering along like an engine reaching a higher gear.

Sangre clung to this man’s arms and torso with a certain type of hunger. Not wanting to seem brazen or overzealous in this sexual encounter, her inner voice slowly calmed this sprouting siren down.

Brown eyes of this beauty soaked in the blissful view of Brian’s wavy hair, smiling face and undulating body upward.

He was a sight to behold for her.

Brian, this is so oh, oh, oh, Sangre sighed with delight, as she ran fingers along his firm torso.

Brian didn’t realize he was Sangre’s first lover. All this smitten man knew about the woman gliding atop of him was that she rocked his world, Oh, babe, damn you are so hot.

Dark brown strands of hair fanned around Sangre’s tanned shoulders, as Brian’s fingers slowly danced up her bare back.

She could feel herself entering the sphere of satisfaction and began to motion like an activated package of Jiffy Pop popcorn upon him.

Brian’s hands moved from her upper back and directly past the tattoo a few inches above those soft butt cheeks.

Squeezing her ass firmly, he smiled and she exhaled.

In script, was her name with a tiny droplet formed upon a thin line at the end of the final letter of that moniker - Sangre.

She had told him she’d gotten it to never forget who she was.

For a woman with a name so unique, it was obvious no man would ever let her vanish from his memory banks.

With limbs and lips locked for romance’s take-off, Sangre was ready for Brian’s propulsion.

Boom-boom-boom.

Sangre felt the sonic reckoning that some of her friends had told her about.

Her soul fluttered like a million butterflies in this moment.

A woman of 28 and a man of 33, were immersed in adoration’s fantasy.

Brian cradled Sangre and they gently wandered off into dreamland.

Darkened bedroom in that small apartment was a haven of midnight for both of them.

River of sunlight washed into that silent bedroom, as Brian stirred beneath those sheets.

Yawning, he moved his head from left to right on a soft pillow. Brian opened his eyes to find the other pillow without Sangre’s beautiful head upon it.

Craning neck in direction of the bathroom,