and the winner is..neve black!

a while ago i had the honor to host the last stop in the spicy sunday blog tour..and since a lot people liked the snippets i wrote as intros for my selection of chutneys, oils and vinegars i came up with the "your ending-contest"...rules were easy: just pic a snippet you like and finish it with your own end...

winner of this contest is neve black with her personal ending for my snippet "room 244" and she won sacchi greens girl crazy anthology which not only includes my funny&sexy coming out story " i ve been around the block.three times, maybe four" but als a wonderful story by sommer marsden and by kristina wright and a story which, i personally, love and went crazy over because its written so well and its so special..who wrote it? no one less then our wonderful gina marie under her pseudo kirsten monroe..


and here is the winner story for the "your ending-contest"

Room 244
Written by: Danielle De Santiago
Ending by: Neve Black


She drove four and a half hours from Rome to Modena just to see him again. The road was empty and dusty during the last two hours of the way, and along the side old olive trees alternated with stalls tended by old fragile women who sold strawberries and apricots underneath the roaring sun. She still could taste the dust when she stepped out of the car and pushed up her sunglasses.

His house wasn’t just a house, but more like a big old manor with roofs made of red, weather-beaten shingles crouching above old rotten walls with closed shutters. We always close the shutters during the day. He would tell her later, it was just to keep the heat outside. He didn’t know that she brought a certain kind of heat when he opened the door and let her in. After all they had done that night in the little hotel near the Fontana de Trevi, he behaved strangely pure and chaste now.

“Do you want to see the vinegar?” he asked her.

“The what?”

“The vinegar my family makes,” he answered with a look from his dark, gloomy eyes.

“Sure.”

She followed him, and when they left the house the heat bit into her like an animal. Soon they went into the storehouse where he led her along between hundreds of barrels. A mild but still sour scent swirled through the air and bedazzled her mind while he kept talking about the small family business and the vinegar, about Trebbiano grapes and how they had grown them for generations on their own ground.

Gia felt tired. This wasn’t what she had in her mind when he had called her and asked if she would come to his house to see him again. She remembered the night they had met...the looks he had given her..and how they ended up in the wild garden of an abandoned house in the suburbs of Rome...the song of the cicadas in the high grass as he opened her blouse and pulled up her skirt over her waist...the heat of his cock against the inside of her thighs and how sweet and spicy his saliva tasted as his mouth met her lips and his tongue melted into her. She came hard and fast in a way she had never experienced before. She just had to take him back to her hotel room and now he...

“Do you wanna try some?” he asked.

“Pardon, I was thinking about something else,” Gia excused herself when his voice brought her back into reality.

“I asked if you wanna try the vinegar,” he said once more, giving her a patient look.

“Oh, no..thank you..but I don’t like sour tastes,” she said, lifting her hands to show that she really wasn’t inclined to try it.

“But it’s not sour..it’s..hm..you have to taste it yourself,” he said and opened an aperture in one of the barrels. Skillfully he lowered a small ladle into it and offered her a dark, fragrant fluid which looked almost like crude oil.

“C´mon ..try it." He held the ladle close to her lips. Reluctantly she opened them...sweet and sticky, it ran into her mouth and filled it with the taste of grapes, sweet oak and something she couldn’t identify. But she could identify the look he gave her. She knew she would stay.

Outside the cicadas start to sing.
Gia’s large, soft brown eyes looked up to meet his as she darted her pink tongue across her lips, tasting the residual wetness from of the vinegar. She felt the juicy wetness in panties. Gia’s heart beat thumped in her chest.
“Do you like it? Do you like the taste?” His lips moved with slow, steady seduction.
“Mmmmm…yes, surprisingly yes. It’s not what I expected…um, it’s sweeter and not really sour at all…it’s not what I…um...I thought.” Gia stammered as she felt the heat between her legs growing.
“Good.” He whispered and put the ladle down, but never removed his intensive, opaque eyes from hers.
The heated energy between them hung in their air, like the chorus of cicadas that echoed everywhere. He moved toward Gia. Gia’s lips parted again and felt herself swallow the gasp caught in her throat. He lifted his arm and reached for her delicate hand. She felt the slightest touch of his fingers tracing the inside of her sweaty palms. She was nervous. She felt the tickling thrum of her clit. His fingers moved upward toward the steady racing beat of her pulse at her wrist. He smiled at her and moved closer. She couldn’t move. She was paralyzed at the fear of spoiling the moment. He was inches in front of her now, and she smelled the rich, flavorful oils in his skin, mixed with the sultry, pungent air and her own sweet, lust. The sex they had shared came rushing back to her again. Her clit swelled with approval. Brazenly, his lips met hers and he pulled her into him. Gia surrendered without a fight. And she could only hope that it would be days before she would be heading back home again.