Burning Faces Two

By George Zamalea

In human experience, there is nothing at all than desire, even when we don't know where the desire is heading, then there is only one emotion that seems to adjust to another level of living, lust, which blows through our life, sometimes gently, sometimes brutal, the maximum pleasure of living.
Burning Faces show how several women and men, with different backgrounds and cultures, reveal their inner emotions and experiences and loves and sex. They are attached to their stories and boundaries but rather to leave them feeling victimized they enjoy the freedom of being woman, being man, which through their relationship as fantasy stir their creative. They provide the experience of singleton, marriage, and sexual references in the never-ending struggles between them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: George Zamalea
• Release date: May 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311231710

George Zamalea

George Zamalea is a graduated student with degrees in Literature, Philosophy and History. Mr. Zamalea Lived in Spain, France, Italy, and Brazil. He received a recipient of Creative Writing & Language in USA. Awards: First place of the 2011 International Latino Book Awards in the category of Best Spiritual / New Age book in English with the Six Seasonal Amendments, A Hispanic Inspiration. He is a member of the Academy of American Poets, Society of Children's Book Writers & Illustrators, Latino Now, NALIP, Writing & Nonsense Club and American Hispanic in Journalism. His publications and literary journals include the Screech Owl, and others. He is currently working on Animal. He Lives in Rosamond, California.

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Tami Omoto

Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia, April 19

In the evening of Easter Sunday, 2011, she even learned the woman’s name. She merely said to call her the girl of the wind. Believe it or not, she called her for the past six months traveling back and forth to Russian, Afghanistan, Saudi Arabia, Thailand and back again to Mongolia when she met her in the vast of Ulaanbaatar. She understood its geography and climate, its historical lands, its language, its cuisine, its religion and its music. She knew Mongolia was bordered to Russia to the north and China to the south, and Mongolia’s capital was Ulaanbaatar and it was the large city with a population of 48 percent.

She wanted to be sure if she asked her about her country she would have a good record of understanding, telling her it has been ruled by various nomadic empires including Xiongnu and the Turkic Khaganate. There was the Dayan Khan and the Manchu Ging dynasty, and when Tami arrived the next summer, she was prepared to surprise her lover.

Shortly thereafter, when she got all figured out, she has rent a Honda at Mvod Ltd., she was being driven where Narantsetseg lived.

An hour later, she was being driven along a wide Mongolian avenue near Khentii province located in the east of the country. She was beginning her thought, feeling very nervous with this internal proposal, when she saw the lovely land and the well-built house. Before an English garden, its lawn green and decorated with rare flowers, the Honda sport stopped. Tami left the car and stood there was a moment. How it will be her reaction since she saw in China? How well she would remember our kisses in Shanghai?

Suddenly she felt her wetness running down the inside of her thighs and smiled mysteriously. With that thought she began to walk to the door. She knocked on it and there was a long silence. It then she heard an expression just as the door swung open, a 25-year-old tarnished sunset young woman dressed a traditional deel greeted her with a wide smile.

Oh, that is a surprise!

Wasn’t it?

She leaned forward and pressed her warm lips across her face. Yes, Tami! Oh! Come in!

Tami walked right in, smiling at her, and admiring her dress. I couldn’t wait another day to see you.

I was glad, and please, you do remove those clothes and I am going to prepare a bath. How long are you going to stay?

Tami reached her; she has her back to the door, but she could see her over her shoulder.

Actually, that’s the reason I am here.

Narantsetseg paid attention. She might also have heard other words from Tami in whispering, but she was not confident on this point. Tami turned half-round, just in time to see Narantsetseg’s eyes and her curiosity.

I listen.

I want to live with you.

Are you serious? What about your job and your travels?

They will be able to accommodate it for me.

Oh, Tami!

She jumped up at once, and she ran toward her and began to kiss her.

Are you agree, my love?

Yes, yes.

I thought—

Nonsense!

She began to tear Tami’s clothing, breaking here and there her expensive outfit, which Tami did not care. She was ready for her young lover, and her pussy was already was soaking wet. In front of her she was naked and Narantsetseg halted and looked at her. Her firm, beautiful body with pointy tits, tiny waist, and trim, supple hips, made her to smile.

You are remarkable stunning Tami, she said touching her face and hair. She cast down at her, and her pussy, hairy, and fat. I let my hair grows like, she said. You would not mind, would you? It will be like yours.

Narantsetseg did not reply; she moved her hand down and cared her sex erotically. Slowly, she removed her dress. To her surprise, she had shaved her pussy and it was clean, and her labia were puffy, already sparkling with her dew.

I thought like you, but by now we can have choice.

Narantsetseg moved slowly toward her and knelt. She buried her face between Tami’s legs. She quickly Tami’s clitoris and slowly, tongue-touch tips, she began to lick.

Tami breathed and nodded her head and closed her eyes responding to this touch of Narantsetseg’s lips. She separated the two fat muscles of her sex and exposed entire her clitoris. It was red and its internal pathway was pink and wet, which Narantsetseg circulated her tongue like snake up and down.

Quickly, she brought her to climax and Tami gave her all, proving that she was ready for her.

She moved her away from her gently and walked to the bathroom in the middle of the hallway.

Here Tami looked at her. She pressed her body against her ass and teased her nipples and she watched her fingers manipulating her pussy.

She bent her over and began to lick her flowery ass, fingering off her pussy the way she liked, and made noise, and then she separated ass and she began to tongue-fucking licker. A a moment later she stepped back and watched her rubbing her sex all over her ass, smearing it over her pert cheeks.

Use it for me, she said. It’s in there.

She walked backed to the cabin and brought a strapon and Tami inserted it into her vagina. Transformed by such model penis monster she took her violently.

Narantsetseg leaned back on the sink. Tami stared avidly into her hot-pink insides, deeply inhaling her musky, watching as the toy moving in and out. In moments, she saw her lover, Narantsetseg, her thighs clenched tightly around her cock, shrieking and shuddering uncontrollably with her bone-jarring orgasm.

She embraced her and stood there for a long time.

Three weeks later, there was another conversation and a plan was on its way.

Marriage?

Yes, Naran. I want to marry you.

During the following months they took time to visit places and a perfect place to make it real. The next morning Tami told to her hundred friends and relatives, especially her mother here in Australia, about her decision, and she expressed her belief that happy would come somewhere. She was so much impressed by this approach that after day she appeared to grow womanly. She refused absolutely any negative feelings from Narantsetseg’s only relative, declaring that as she did not see darkness but light, she would have the same reaction of give.

In the following month of March after a long night of lovemaking, letters and emails announcement the wedding of Tami and Narantsetseg were sent. All her friends, including Narantsetseg, had accepted it.

But Tami thought about a small wedding, letting the reception party to take place after that, and her lover had agreed upon it.

On the 16th of September, Tami Omoto and Narantsetseg Malbergodilj tightened up their vow.

Do you, Tami Omoto take Narantsetseg Malbergodilj to be your lawful wedded wife?

I do.

Will you love, respect and honor her throughout your years together?

I will.

Do you, Narantsetseg Malbergodilj take Tami Omoto to be your lawful wedded husband?

I do.

Will you love, respect and honor her throughout your years together?

I will.

Now repeat it to me, she said as she looked at them. With this ring I thee wed.

With this ring I thee wed.

With this ring I pledge my love.

With this ring I pledge my love.

With this ring I pledge my commitment.

With this ring I pledge my commitment.

With this ring I pledge my love and commitment.

With this ring I pledge my love and commitment.

By the authority vested in me by the state of God and Heaven, witnessed by your friends and family, I have the pleasure to pronouncement you husband and wife. You may now seal your vows with a kiss.

Lydia Adley

It was almost four-forty when Sonia and Lydia had finished talking about their place. I must say I can call it my house, Lydia said smiling to Sonia across the living room.

Yes. It's part ours.

The agreement had been done several days ago after Lydia had made love to her in Venice, Italy, after she had a party at Fabrizio’s residence and had been putting her on call from M&M Beauty Studio in Santa Monica, a city in the United States. Each one of them, well-founded as such, for with the last call it would contribute to the rent, money, furniture, and the extra cost to run a harmony democracy in the house, had become to be tough.

What about the bills?

Phone bills? Lydia asked her.

The leasing would be with Sonia's name, as well as the phone bill. According to Lydia, she thought such title would be fine on Sonia, because her seriousness. It has been a perfect attachment to your way to see thing, darling!

Now she understood too well why Lydia had seemed dazzled by such agreement. I won't miss any findings, Sonia said the next morning when she was ready to go her job.

Perhaps, you're right. I will miss it.

Still unsuspecting, Lydia had skipped three times an interview at Renee's Club until a call was made by Little Richie Restaurant in Via Gabi for a position of cashier.

Is this Ms. Lydia Adley?

Yes? Who is it?

I'm Angelita from Richie's.

Oh, yes! This is Lydia, she said.

Miss Adley, I'd like to see you Thursday. Five o'clock.

It'll be fine, Lydia said as she hung up and looked at Sonia walking into the room.

Sonia didn't attempt give her any congratulations or thanks. There was a playful expression across her face when Lydia told her it to her. That's all she would get from her. I'm still hoping you will kiss me when I returned.

I won't, she said as she started to prepare her clothes for her morning job.

Oh yes?

She moved suddenly, talking her completely by surprise. Her eyes filled with wondering.

Yes, Lydia, she said, choosing one of her few dresses. "I didn't expect to see it otherwise.

Oh!

Lydia stepped into the room and walked to the window. But she didn't watch outside; she turned and looked at her.

Her eyes dropped, vanishing that expression across her face, stared, without suppressing such beauty of her face. Lydia nodded with a force as she began to understand, a little, Sonia's furtiveness.

I was very stupid to get that job, she said. I'm afraid where I'll find what I like to do.

No one could guest what Sonia was thinking. Most of it in her mysterious mode to penetrate deep inside her, and at same time or in another moment, it was difficult even for her to give any clue.

That was the fact so uniqueness of her. It made Lydia sometimes to hate her and at the same time to love her to death.

Are you listening to me what I said?

I do, Sonia said as she took her camera and replaced it into her purse. You can do more if you try it as a hobby.

That's my dream, Sonia. I want work next to Omelia Muti or Monica Bellucci or Isabella Rossellini or American Julia Robert or Jennifer Lopez. I am very good about that. Can you see it, Sonia?

But Sonia knew better not to say anything. It was an unpleasable anticipation, because, Sonia thought, inside her was another living world that she didn't want to be touched. Like herself, both women knew each one was fighting for recognition.

Lydia, it proved later, little else had done her to discovery what really it was, and