51 Shades of Brown, Excerpt #10 [Chapter 45]
Rosamaria Anarosa Esperanza Maricela Calderas-de-las-Cruces had a simple mission: use her diplomatic immunity to infiltrate the Indian political hierarchy, suckle at the teat of the nation’s covert intelligence structure, & return home with the state secrets she had been meticulously trained for years upon years to extract.
But how could she resist her impulses to taste the forbidden fruit of Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram? His way with words, his tender touch, his scent of curry, his warm breath, his magnificent mustache…Rules could not apply. Not here, not now. How could they?
She felt as though her life until now had been a prologue leading her to this private moment alone in his art studio, where he mass-produced clay Ganesh statuettes.
The pottery wheel spun hypnotically in front of her as the shirtless Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram straddled their shared bench from behind her. She felt his thigh churning up & down in a rhythmic pattern to power the rotating wheel as their four hands massaged the spinning clay mound together. As the transistor radio in the corner of the room blasted “Unchained Mēlōḍī” [“Unchained Melody“], Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram slowly poured coconut oil from a large basin to moisten both the clay and her hands before her own eyes. The wet sensation of the clay and coconut oil gliding between their fingers heightened her state of eroticism to a level she had never before experienced.
But all she wanted was more.
More from him.
More coconut oil.
She wanted him to take her higher, and she would obediently follow his every command.
She was….putty in his hands.
The music continued as she stood up and straddled the bench from behind him. All she craved as a token from this evening of carnal delight — all she ever dreamed of — was just one hair from his thick lustrous mustache. He had resisted initially but finally relented, allowing her to reach forward around his lips and pluck one solitary follicle to place in a small plastic sandwich bag in her nearby purse that remained positioned near their feet.
She reached down into the container and scooped a heaping handful of coconut oil, and then proceeded to delicately massage the dripping lubricant into his mustache beyond the point of saturation. In a rare display of vulnerability, he closed his eyes and leaned back into her supple body as she softly smeared the coconut oil through every portion of his signature mustache. Rosamaria Anarosa Esperanza Maricela Calderas-de-las-Cruces and Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram sighed in unison.
Without any effort, he picked her up off the bench and tossed her onto the cot adjacent to the window, just as the radio seemed to synchronize with their movement by playing “Mērī Sānsa Lē” [“Take My Breath Away“]. He gently angled towards her on the cot from above, as the two silhouettes merged into one.
But as the Brown Knight entertained his sultry guest, he had unwittingly knocked open her purse on the floor, thereby exposing her handgun, her fake identification badge, & the plastic bag with his mustache hair to plain sight…