IR Erotica Scoville Scale: Tastefully Wicked













Chapter One

“How’s Djibouti? Still loving it?”

“Djibouti is struggling like most countries in this region of Africa. How are you getting on? Are you sleeping better?”

Catalina rolled onto Sy’s side of the bed. “A little. It’s not the same without you. I can still smell you on the pillows and at times it seems like you’re not really gone…just upstairs in the studio or downstairs in the darkroom working late but then bedtime comes and all I have is your smell after we’ve said our goodbyes.”

“Kitty, I’m sorry. I know it’s been hard. I’m dying over here. I’ll be home in two weeks and we can start over again.”

“Yeah, until I leave for Greece, then we stop and restart again two weeks after that.” She laughed.

“Correct. But this time I’ll be the one whining every night about you not being home, leaving me horny and ill-treated. Oh, I’m going to milk this situation for all it’s worth. Do you realize how guilt ridden I’ve been? It’s any wonder I haven’t topped myself.” He joked just to hear the sound of her laughter once more.

“Hey I told you to whack yourself happy. Don’t wait until you get home.”

“Whatever! I’d be the British guy sitting on the beach wanking and crying. No way! I’m saving all of this loving for you. I’m on a mission to reduce our bed to firewood and that’s just the first round. There a good chance you’ll require reconstructive surgery or at least a neck brace.”

“Promise?” She asked devilishly.

Sy released a hearty laugh, “Ha! Woman, you have no idea. You’d better stay stretching now.”

Catalina could hardly contain herself. She missed his over the top humor. “This is why I love you. You make me smile.”

“I promise I’ll never make you cry. I won’t break your heart.” He said in all seriousness. Her chuckle faded as his words sunk in.

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

“Please do,” he replied. They both fell silent for a brief period. “Well, I’d better go. I’m due back before my interpreter going missing. Get some sleep and I’ll call you tomorrow night. Let me know how your auditions go. I love you.”

“Love you too, bye.



The remaining two weeks crawled by and riding through New York’s gridlock was chipping away at Sy’s patience. He was already 30 minutes late as Catalina reminded him during their first phone conversation since he’d landed. Jetlag or not she wasn’t giving him any wiggle room, just as he’d hoped. Normally after returning from his trips, his first stop was to the studio to unload his camera equipment and sort through upcoming projects but this time he had something, someone who took priority over all. She’d waited, although not patiently, for him. She made him feel needed not because of his connections in the industry but because only he could make earl gray tea palatable. He smiled to himself as he recalled Catalina’s hesitation as she took her first sip and how now she couldn’t live without it thanks to his handy work.

With Lynn things had been different. They’d both begun as struggling artist. She, a model and he a freelance photographer taking pictures and selling them in galleries throughout the city and to the occasional magazine. Their relationship had gone along fairly one sided; they focused on her career and her needs until one of Sy’s prints caught the eye of a heavy hitter in the art world and his star began to rise. From then on he was in the spotlight and Lynn rode his coat tail using it springboard herself into a gig in LA. She left him without as much as a goodbye. What should have been the most painful event in his life wasn’t. He simply put the chain on the door and went on with life. That was until Catalina walked in and gave him reason to hope. She didn’t ask for anything, just him and his earl gray tea.


His limo pulled in front of their brownstone where he could see Catalina peeking from his living room window. A warm feeling washed over him. For the first time someone was waiting for him, not the other way around. Someone he looked forward to holding not an ice princess fishing through his business cards. Catalina could have cared less about the names in his private address book. She wanted Sy. He was back where he belonged. He was home.

“Hey beautiful!” said Sy as Catalina came barreling down the front steps at him. He quickly caught her as she jumped onto his waist, wrapping her arms around his neck kissing him uncontrollably yet unhurried. The limo driver unpacked the car, taking Sy’s bags upstairs only to find that even after his second trip they were still leaning against his car kissing, completely oblivious that their man-servant was working his ass off carrying bag after bag of heavy equipment. “I’ve missed you so much,” Sy said coming up for air. “Let me look at you.” He took her face in his hand, studying her closely. Her eyes smiled into his. “Damn baby.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” he slapped her on the ass and placed her on her feet. “Off you go. Let’s get inside.” Catalina turned to walk up the steps, Sy let out a low moan as she moved.

“You can stop watching my ass now.” She called.



His flat was the same as he’d remembered plus Catalina’s yoga mat tucked into the living room corner and Buddha shrine which now occupying his spare bedroom. “We can order dinner tonight or I can cook. But English cuisine is generally recognized as the worse food on earth so we’d be better order take away don’t you think?” he said as Catalina push him into their bed and quickly removed him clothing then hers while he continued to chatter.

“I thought you were going to be the one all over me.”

“I’m trying to calm myself down before I came near you. In the state that I’m in right now, I’m dangerous…I’ll hurt you. My God you’re beautiful.” He sat up on his elbows looking at her standing in front of him. Her silky curves begged for his touch. “What have I done to deserve you?”

She moved over his body slowly. “You kill spiders for me even though they creep you out and sooth my aching mind when you’re dead tired. You whisper I love you in your sleep and wake me with a kiss each morning.” Leaning over his face, she kissed his soft lips.

“Do I really talk in my sleep?”

“Yes, you do. You kiss me shoulder and neck and whisper I love you all the time. It’s your subconscious talking.” He gently switched position with her, placing her beneath him. “What have I done to deserve you is a better question.”

“Are you kidding? You make me feel like I’m the center of the universe. Me! With all of my faults. When I come home late at night and I look up from the street to see your living room light on, I know you’re waiting up for me. Do you know how that makes me feel? Do you have any idea?”

“Yeah.” She answered as he moved down her body. She knew what was coming, her pussy tightened. He looked up at her and smiled devilishly. He ran his hands over her quivering hips; she was ready for him this time. Catalina inhaled deeply as Sy spread her legs, lowering his face to her pussy. Lightly kissing her lips, the genesis of his masterful oral play was at hand. She relaxed under his commanding mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair as his lips and tongue made sensual love to her pussy; her heart began to race as his tongue slipped between her lip and made fluid motions around her clit before taking it into his mouth gently suckling as only he could do causing her to moan incoherently. “Oh Sy. Eat my pussy baby. Suck it just like….ooohhh God you’re perfect.” she cried lightly as she pulled at the sheets; he moved two fingers into her while massaging her clit lightly. Catalina fell silent with orgasm. He had her. With a long breath she surrendered. He continued to servicing her pussy for three more orgasms until he’d felt she’d had enough…much to her disappointment. Arrogantly wiping her juice from his lip, he lay beside her taking in her weakened state. If there was one thing he knew better than photography it was eating pussy.

“Would you like some water? You look at bit out of sorts.” He smiled down at her. She shook her head in jerking motion, still unfit for general conversation. Taking him by surprise, she pulled him on top of her and slid his large cock deep into her. She screamed from his pressure. He did everything in his power to regain his control. It was of no use. She was fucking him from underneath. Her hips moved sensually sucking him in and pushing him away. Her chest rose to his, brushing her erect nipples against him. “Fuck.” He exclaimed. He scooped one of her legs over his arm and rolled into her but the lust in her eyes made any attempt for a come back impossible. She was working him like a pro, not giving him any control over this session. She moved her body in ways he’d only fantasized a woman could. He had to change position, he wasn’t going to last. “Turn over.” He asked.

“No.”

“Turn over.” He demanded.

“Make me.” Her dark seductive eye burned into his. She wasn’t giving in.

“Oh God I’m cumming.” He released his full load and she eagerly collected each drop, sinfully smiling the entire time. He rolled off of her, collapsing onto the bed panting heavily. This time he was the one speechless.

“Would you like some water?” she smirked looking down on him. He rolled his eyes.


Chapter Two

Their days resumed their normal pattern slowly but surely. Each passing day bring them closer to her departure for Greece. However this time wasn’t like looking down the barrel of a loaded gun. Maybe it was that her trip was a brief one. Maybe it was because they were absorbed in work. Or maybe it was because there was no question where their relationship stood. Whatever it was, this parting was calm.

As Sy returned from his basement darkroom, he noticed the door to his flat was ajar. Catalina never leaves his door open. “Kitty, you left the door open. What going on?” he called out to the seemingly empty apartment as he flipped through a stack of freshly developed prints.

“Hello Sy.” A heavy British female voice called.

He looked up from his prints to find a leggy blonde standing before him. “Lynn, what are you doing here?” he said not attempting to hide his disgust. “How did you get in?”

“I still have my key. I knew you wouldn’t change the locks.” She walked pass him searching the room for God knows what. He quickly closed the front door. She picked up one of the many pictures of Catalina featured throughout the apartment. “This must be your new girlfriend. She’s beautiful and young. You’ve done well for yourself. What do you think she’s going to say when she finds out I’m here?”

“She won’t. Get the hell out.” He said taking the picture from her hands. She moved on to the sofa. “Don’t get comfortable. You’re not staying, Lynn.”

“Why not? Really Sy, you can’t be serious about her?”

He sat on the coffee table in front of her, leaning forward to ensure his next words weren’t lost in translation. “Lynn, I’m dead serious about her. She is everything you weren’t. You are a piece of shit and if you don’t leave at once I will have you removed. Do you understand me?”

“We’ll see.” She stood as Catalina walked through the door. Sy’s heart dropped into his shoes.

He shook his head knowing this was the end of his relationship. Catalina smiled faintly in his direction. “Hi, you must be Lynn. I’m Catalina. It’s nice to meet you.” She extended her hand.

Lynn shook her hand, “Yes, I am. How do you know who I am?”

“I saw your pictures in Sy’s old catalog,” she turned to Sy to ease his fears, “and I saw you coming into the apartment a little while ago. I figured Sy wouldn’t be long.” Sy could hardly believe his ears.

Lynn was taken aback. She expected a fight, ranting and raving but what she received was graciousness and unshakable kindness. “Yeah, I’m in town for a few days and decided to pop in on Sy for old time sake but I see he’s been keeping…busy.” She attempted once more to engage Catalina in battle. No such luck.

“He’s a very busy man. I do my best to keep him grounded. He can be a handful as I’m sure you’re aware.” Catalina gestured to the sofa. Lynn sat down where Catalina joined her. Sy sat in a chair across the room watching what can only be perceived as a mission of mercy on Catalina’s part. “How long did you two date?”

“Four years off and on. Mostly on. How long have you two been dating?” Lynn retorted.

“A little over two months but we’re been friends for going on a year, which I much prefer because it gave us a chance to figure each other out before all the drama of a relationship began,” Catalina said to Lynn before turning to Sy. “I know him inside and out. And I love the person he is.”

As much as he tried, he couldn’t conceal his utter amazement with her. She’d turned one of the most difficult situations a man could have found himself in into a declaration of her love without hair pulling or rendering of garments. “And I love you too.” He said.

Conceiting defeat, Lynn collected what was left of her self worth and stood removing Sy’s apartment key from her ring. “Well, I don’t want to be in your way. I’m sure I’m keeping you from something.” She handed Catalina the key. She accepted it with a slight nod and smile.

“It’s no problem. I was going to cook dinner if you care to stay. There’s more than enough for everyone. Sy, is that ok?”

Sy didn’t know what to say. So far things had gone, if not a bit awkward for him, fairly well. His bets were hanging on Lynn turning down the offer and ending this SOB on a high note and putting her the fuck out. “I…don’t have a…problem with that.” He looked to Lynn for clemency.

“I would love to however I’m meeting friends for dinner and a show. I’ll trying to stop by the next time I’m in town….calling first of course.” She offered a genuine smile to Catalina. She turned to Sy and he opened the door for her exit, she whispered to him. “Hold on to that one.”

He winked.

“Catalina, it was a pleasure to meet you. Keep him under control, will you?”

Catalina snuggled into Sy’s side. “I’ll do my best.”

Sy closed the door and immediately went to the bathroom. “Where are you going?” Catalina laughed after him.

“I’m going to vomit. I think I’m going to be sick. Oh, my poor nerves!”



With everything going right in there relationship, how did it get to the point where almost every morning Sy was awakened by her new boyfriend’s fuck session sem Catalina? It all started after her return from Greece. Sy was swamped with work deadlines which were fine until she returned and needed his time. Mind you this wasn’t anything he hadn’t asked of her, nah demanded. An argument here, a misplaced word there and BAM! It happened one night over dinner.

“I think we need to take a break.” He said.

“What?”

“Just for a little while. Let’s figure this out. See where we are in a few months, you know. Let things calm down.”

Catalina fought her tears, she wasn’t going to allow one tear to drop. “Are you sure?” she asked softly.

“Yes I think it’s for the best,” he saw the pain creeping into her eyes and his heart broke. “We can still be friends just not, you know. We’ll still see each other, shit we live right next door. We’ll be fine.” He tried to sound upbeat but Catalina was far beyond banter.

She looked into his eyes and whispered sincerely, “Is that what you’re going to tell yourself when you realize you’ve made the biggest mistake of your life?” Sy couldn’t answer. “I’ll come by tomorrow for my things and I’ll drop yours off as well. Just leave my key under the mat.” She stood placing her plate in the kitchen. He followed.

“Kitty, please don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”

She turned to him without feeling. The light in her eyes had been snuffed. “I’m not making this hard. I’m making this easy. There are no hard feelings. I don’t want to be in a one side relationship and I’m not going to beg you to reconsider your decision but understand this. I loved you. I loved you with every ounce of my being. If that's not good enough for you then it's best we were apart.”



Months went by. They rarely saw one another or better yet they did everything in their power to avoid one another. Though pictures of her hung all over the walls, his studio was lifeless without her critical eye reviewing his work. He slept every night in a cold bed aching for her presence and the light that use to be on in her living room on his late return home was officially out. Catalina pressed on with work, taking bit parts until she hit Broadway. She wanted nothing more than to call Sy and give him the good news but recoiled. Their relationship was over.

Finally there was a truce as they met in their shared hallway where they’d had their first run in. She told him of her success. He told her of his upcoming events. They made pleasant talk and parted ways with a sense of closure. After that their hallway meetings were less tension riddled and more friendly as they had been. So much so that Sy began to see the error in his ways and called on her one evening asking for another chance. She quickly informed him that she was seeing someone and had moved on. Devastated, Sy returned to his way of life void of her affection. Steadily Craig, the new guy began spending more and more time in her flat until he eventually moved in. And every morning since then wherever Catalina was out of town Sy woke up to Craig and whoever locked in a death match. Sy couldn’t tell Catalina what was going on in her absence, he’d hurt her enough already. Besides there was no guarantee she’d believe him. He may simply come off as jealous. So he kept it to himself knowing that one day there would come a knock on his door from Catalina, broken and he’d have to put her back together again. It was his fault in the first place. If he hadn’t been so stupid none of this would have happened.

Returning from his studio, Sy dumped into Craig and his latest victim entering Catalina’s flat. They said their hellos and parted ways. Not long after, Sy went to close his living room curtains against the evening sun and spotted Catalina exiting a taxi. She’d returned early. “Oh my God.” Sy said aloud nervously not for himself or Craig’s sake but for Catalina’s. She was about to be crushed. But what could he do? He wasn’t supposed to know or care. He paced the floor waiting to hear her door close. It did then the pleading came, then the begging, followed by the sound of her door slamming. Sy’s heart raced. Should he go tend to her or should he wait? The evening turned to night and there came no knock at his door. There was very little stirring from her flat at all. The night turned to morning and receded into night again….still Catalina hadn’t left her apartment. Separated by a thin wall, Sy felt her pain and refused to leave his flat. He wouldn't abandon her, not again. He waited and began to worry when after two more days she was nowhere to be found. 

Cutting off the living room lights on his way to bed, there came a light knock on the door. He opened it to find Catalina completely undone. He quickly took her into his arms and closed the door. He wiped her tears way and apologized profusely.

“I’m sorry, Kitty. I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

“You knew?”

“Yeah. I’ve known for sometime. I couldn’t tell you especially after what I’d done. I didn’t want to hurt you anymore.”

“Somewhere in my mind I knew he was cheating. Not that it mattered. I was using him to get over you. I never loved him. He was there to do everything my man wasn’t doing.” She smiled up at him.

And what was that?”

“Killing spiders.” She rested her head on his chest and chuckled. He held her close. “He wasn’t much good at anything else.”

“You mean to tell me he couldn’t make you a decent cup of earl gray?”

“No and neither could I. I would have asked you but I kept tripping over your British reserve.”

“It tends to get in the way of words,” he scanned her eyes, the light slowly returning to them. “Can you ever forgive me?”

“There is nothing to forgive. You made the decision to end our relationship because it was what you needed at that time and in some ways I needed it also. So there is no need for forgiveness. Besides how are we going to move forward as a couple if one of us is always looking back at the past?

“I don’t know what I have done to deserve you but I’m never letting you out of my sight again. I love you Catalina.”


THE END