Masturbation Monday No. 168 — Lovers

Sabrina wandered into the bar on shaky high-heeled legs. Seeing the glass of Montepulciano by Harry’s hand, made her tremble all the more.

This time instead of trying to avoid each other they were purposely planning to meet at the bar that they had gone to, to avoid each other.

It was almost like making a date, even though they were so past that by now. They had done so much together already. But this was actually planning to see each other and—and whatever happened after that on a Friday night…

She sat beside him, and he placed his hand on her thigh which still had the remnant of a quiver. His hand on her thigh calmed her a bit surprisingly, and his kiss on her jaw made her feel different than his usual kisses.

She felt like his.

Sabrina had no idea where this relationship was headed. They did not talk about a future or love. But they were spending more and more time together, and something was happening more than what they had started as…

She placed her hand over his, and placed her head on his shoulder. He made more of a nook for her, and ran his fingers absently through her hair. Sabrina moved her head from his shoulder, and took a sip of her wine.

“Hey,” she said, breaking the silence between them.

“Hey,” he smiled, and his smile melted her.

Their conversation was soft. They were getting to know each other.

Trying to remember each other, asking questions. Making comments about things that they had mentioned before. Showing that they were listening to each other.

He listened to her while she talked about something mundane that had happened that day, and she was oddly aroused. Being the center of his attention was a turn on.

She sipped her wine slowly, and some dribbled down her chin. His finger was there to wipe it like a human napkin. He put his finger in his mouth after, and sucked slowly.

He aroused her almost unconscious, as he put the tip down for their glasses of wine and put his arm about her waist. Sabrina happily let Harry lead her.

This time to his apartment.

“I missed you.” he said simply.

“Me too.”

Even though they had woken up together that morning, it had felt like forever until she got to the bar and now. Now felt like something stolen.

On her back, he held her hands so she did not thrash so much while he went down on her. He searched for her, and found her and she could not stay still. She was pretty sure she was unconscious, or in some other state of mental disarray. His tongue soft and eager, thrust and circled her. She tasted blood because she bit down on her lip so hard. His might have made her lower body still, but she was wild above her waist as he kissed her hard between her legs.

She was unconscious for a moment, and then she came to and knew it was not the sensation but the emotion that was driving her.

She was falling in love with Harry.

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Wicked Wednesday #285 — Geography

Terrence’s eyes were slit, the tiny pathway between wake and sleep was narrow, but the geography of Eliza’s body was with him on either side. His knowledge of every part of her was stained in his conscious and subconscious. His lips were swollen from kiss after kiss, underscoring how much he had missed her. The taste on his tongue was of the now soft, dewy patch that was triangular in the juncture between her hips. He reached for that soft spot, even as her breath deepened. Further up, he sought the roses along her ribcage, and let his fingers dip along the bones there.

He moved his hand from her, and then reached for the damp nape of her neck. He had used her well. Every bit of her, he had needed to touch every bit of her. Not that he had forgotten a thing, but that he wanted to seal his memory of each bit.

It had only been a few days since they had seen each other, but the hunger was like something in a movie. It had a sound, breath and need that surpassed anything that he could imagine.

She turned on her side, uncovered, completely bare to his gaze and comfortable in her skin. His heavy eyes fell, she had used him quite well too, his body was heavy from lovemaking and he wanted to rest. Closed eyed, he wrapped her in his arms, and kissed her damp nape, her sweet sweat and desired nothing else.

The hunger now sated would return, but for now, she was in his arms again.

She was his.

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Masturbation Monday No. 167 — Upping the Ante

When Sabrina woke up and saw Harry beside her, she closed her eyes in confusion and pleasure.

It was weird that he slept over, they usually returned to their apartments after. But last night without saying anything, it was clear that they both wanted to stay together. When she woke up earlier in the night, at one point she was lying in his arms and liked the feeling of them about her.

When he woke up, there was nothing mushy—no love words for sure. They just looked at each other, and silently preyed upon each other. Sabrina lie on her back, and spread her legs eager for his mount. Harry covered her for a moment, as if he simply savored being on top of her. She certainly savored the weight of his body over hers, but her body craved more and his responded in kind.

Morning sex was always nice, but with Harry the mood was not light. Sex with him always felt like something more. Everything with him felt like something more. But Sabrina had no clue what that was…or if she wanted anything more…

Anything more than the animal need that they had for each other, Her breasts bounced, and she clutched one in her hand as they moved together before Harry slapped her hand away. Then slapped her breast, and she liked it. Their sex was intense, but not usually rough. But when he slapped her breast, and she showed she liked it—he slapped them both over and over.

Sabrina came before she knew what was happening.

Everything with Harry was so out of her control…and she liked it…

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Wicked Wednesday #284 — Telephone

The vibration woke her up.

Eliza looked at her mobile telephone, even though she knew it was Terrence.

The phone was their main medium of interaction. She interacted with him more there than anywhere else, in a way she did not interact with anyone else.

It was like a vein between them.

She could smell breakfast meats and eggs, so she knew Rafe was making one of his amazing breakfasts and she was famished from being with him.

But she needed to pick up her phone. On her back, she reached her arm out to pick it up and see his name upside down…

T, she had changed him from Terrence to T on her phone.

Good Morning, miss you, she read.

Kiss you, she let the typo stay, then, Miss you.

I want to kiss you too….

Eliza pressed the phone to her lips, his texts were so intense that it was almost like being with him.

I could feel your kiss in your text.

I want you to feel me, I miss you.

Eliza could feel him in her mind with, and she smiled at how they acted like they were had not seen each other in forever and were never going to see each other again–when they had seen each other the day before.

Their texting got racier and racier–ardent sexting–but she did not rub between her legs. Instead, she rubbed where the tattoo was that she had gotten with him. The sensitive spot on her ribs made her soft between her legs, and she wanted him so much…

I love you, she ended their texting with slow typewritten words, before she placed her phone down softly. She got up, and caught sight of herself undone physically and mentally in the mirror, before she walked to the kitchen. She smiled at the sight of Rafe’s back as he finished breakfast. She placed a soft kiss on the back of his neck, and put her arms about him.

Love filled her from wverywhere….

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Masturbation Monday — Domestication

Sabrina pulled the stopper out of the wine bottle, and looked at Harry.

This was the first time that she—that they—had purposely arranged to see each other. He sat on her couch, while she moved around frantically in the kitchen. A combination of desire and anxiety that he was there fueled her movement.

She paused for a second to breathe, as she plated food. She had sliced the chicken even though she was afraid for a moment to use a knife because she was so wired. But she did successfully cut the chicken, and garnished it with lemon and garlic.

Harry walked into the kitchen, and looked down at her. They still did not talk a lot. He was like a stranger in ways, but he knew her basest desires and the raw her better than anyone. It was what brought them together, but tore them apart at the same time.

“What?” she questioned, searching his eyes and studying him like an animal about to pounce.

“This is all really lovely, seeing you so domesticated.” He chided.

Sabrina stuck out her tongue at him, and he touched it before she put it back in her mouth.

“Yeah, I am a traditional girl in some ways.”

He nodded, looking appreciatively at her curves, in the retro dress that she wore with an apron.

They looked at each other for a long time, each of them she was sure feeling angst because they knew what they wanted to do. They could not wait until dinner, they would not pass go and collect $200…

There was the cacophony of the plates clashing like cymbals, as they moved them to the side. Fragrant chicken wafted up to them, but it was not desired more than their bodies joined together was.

Not desired more than the perfect fullness of Harry filling her up, in the grooves of her body where she instinctively knew him first and now knew him almost better than she knew herself.

The prongs of a fork pricked her, but combined with the fullness of Harry inside her body it was a pleasure that made her want to burst.

And she did…

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Wicked Wednesday #283 — Memory Lane

Rafe was asleep beside Eliza, and she could not keep her eyes off of him. She had not been this close to him for awhile. They slept together every night, but this night, she felt closer to him.

What they had done together on the highway earlier…

She kissed his shoulder, and closed her eyes.

Once upon a time, Rafe had been to her what Terrence was. She fell in love in a pattern, even with Oscar it had more or less been the same.

Her love history.

But with Rafe, it had been all encompassing, and when he asked her to marry him…there was nothing in the world that could have made her happier. She had wanted to, and still wanted to marry him.

She had loved Oscar deeply, and now Terrence. Terrence was the fire in her these days, her love for him was the thing that burned in her like the eternal flame. But lying beside Rafe, she remembered that he was the person that she planned on being with for the rest of her life. The color of his eyes was forever for her.

“I dreamt about you…” Rafe started with his eyes still slit closed. “I dreamt you were in a white dress, but not your wedding dress, just a white dress that you used to wear a lot. You were holding flowers, white and everything looked like a wedding…”

Eliza closed her eyes, and snuggled close to him. She knew exactly what white dress he was talking about. She at least thought she did, and she fell asleep thinking about it.

Later that morning, she called Rafe into the bedroom to help her pull a zipper up the back of her dress. She was fully capable of doing it herself, but she wanted to confirm that this was the dress he dreamt about.

“Can you help me?” she feigned helplessness, as she pretended not to be able to reach the zipper.

“Of course,” Rafe said, caressing her breasts and kissing her neck.

The white dress fell in a pile at the floor, fodder for a future trip down memory lane.

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For Halloween

For the first time ever, I did a reading, and was not nervous! I was asked by my brilliant friend Gregory Crosby to read at his Halloween event this past Saturday. Aside from the delicious Montepulciano that I sipped, I read a horror fragment from my last NaNoWriMo novel. After some heavy editing, I was comfortable to read the piece. I bumped butts with a red devil at the bar–I was dressed as myself as I am today! I thought it would be fun for to share my horror with you. Hope you like it! This story was told from various perspectives so in this excerpt, there are two points of view.

Happy Halloween!

Renata, New York

“Come in Gus, come on in!” She cried manically, and pulled the door open.

Renata was ecstatic, she was beside herself.

This was her masterpiece—Lauren was her masterpiece.

Like anything else, murder was something that got better the more that you did it. She had had such a beautiful sharp knife, and it was amazing to her the things that she could do with it and how easy skin could be to transform.

“Come on in Gus, step right up and enjoy the show!” she cajoled.

She urged him as if she was in a circus, and was the ringmaster, while she clutched the pearls that she had taken from Lauren that were splattered with blood. They were gorgeous, and she often wanted to touch then, but she never had.

At least not while Lauren was alive…

Gus followed Renata, and she felt the heat of his body behind her and it aroused her more than murdering Lauren had.

Murdering Lauren was the hot! She wad beyond aroused while she was murdering her and her blood was let. She could not stop herself from licking it, and tasting it like the fine wine that it was in the sacrament of murder…

Gus, New York

Renata was covered in blood. He did not know how she could have seemed so sane when she was covered in blood. The closer they got, the sicker he felt, and more unhinged he became.

Lauren.

What was left of Lauren.

He did not even have a chance to feel sick before he was sick. He thought he would choke on his vomit. He got on his knees in it beside Lauren, and felt Renata smooth his hair as she knelt beside him.

Lauren.

Lauren looked like she had been shredded. Her face was pulpy and beyond recognition, except her knew her intimately so he saw her.

She reminded him of a Francis Bacon painting of a butcher, with carcasses in the foreground. Lauren was nothing more than a slaughtered animal. She was literally a pile of meat, the woman that he had loved more than any woman.

Renata continued to smooth his hair, and reassure him while he threw up.

“Now, we can be together,” she purred, as if this was all normal. “I have given you such a gift! I told you that I would make it all better and I have!”

He barely understood what she continued to say, but she went out triumphantly, before she wrapped her arms about him, and kissed his temple.

What had he heard? He had heard that Renata had methodically murdered three women he had loved so she could be with him.

He turned on her, and pushed her onto the pile that was Lauren’s body. Renata was dazed, and rolled onto her side.

“You want to murder me Gus? I am not going to help you make art. You have to know for yourself how to make art.“ She picked up a slab of Lauren’s corpse, before she lie on her back on top of her, luxuriating in the slaughtered flesh. “I can be your masterpiece like Lauren was mine…”

She raised her arms up over her head, and he curled over her prone body on the floor her pretending to be a victim when she was anything but.

Gus did not know what to feel when he heard sirens, sirens and shouts.

“Don’t move!”

And he did not move, he could not move…

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Masturbation Monday No. 165 — Darkness

Sabrina did not want to go home right away. She had had a long day at work, knew that she might want to be with Harry and she wanted to avoid him.

Just a little bit…

She had been somewhat regularly sleeping with him, and did not want him to have the wrong idea. So she went to a nearby bar, that was not the regular one that they went to.

Together.

The curse slipped past her lips as a whoosh, when she walked in and saw Harry at the bar. Was he reading her mind now? or was he trying to avoid her too? Neither option was savory, so she regained her composure, and sat at the bar a few seats away from him.

Harry turned and looked at her, with a sardonic smile. It made her wet as fuck, who was she trying to fool? She wanted him, and depriving herself had been a dumb idea.

A glass of Montepulciano landed in front of her, and she knew that Harry had ordered it. She could not suppress a smile, and a soft look at him.

Her eyes were glazed as she looked up at their apartment building on the way in. Two glasses of red wine, her hand in Harry’s and Sabrina was intoxicated.

They went to his place. Harry closed the door, and pressed her to the wall tilting the photo behind it like usual. He pulled her dress up over her hips, and slid the damp crotch of her thong to the side. If she had not already been wet, she would have become wet. But she was sticky wet, and he kissed her neck which was her weak spot making her wetter.

“So fucking wet,” he grunted against her throat.

Sabrina was unashamed of the clicking of her come as he played with her clit, and shoved a finger in her. She placed her hands on his chest, when she realized that he was trying to make her squirt. She had not squirted often before, but with Harry she did.

“You’re going to make me squirt,” she cried helplessly, as he manipulated her and she knew she might.

And then he stopped, and she clung to him.

“Why were you at the other bar tonight?” he questioned, and she slipped her hands down between her legs to soothe the ache she had. Between her legs would be blue as any guy’s balls if he did not make her come soon.

“Why did you?” she countered.

Harry tilted her face up toward his.

“Because I was trying to avoid the inevitable.”

He fucked her so hard with his fingers, and she came so hard that everything went black.

This black desire between them, filled her world more than she wanted it to…

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Wicked Wednesday #282 — Mirror

Eliza saw her hair whipping in the rearview mirror, as they were coming back from Long Island. Rafe had had some wine, but he was capable of driving them home. She was a little more inebriated, which was typical since she was the non-driver between them.

Their dynamic was so calm like this, her hand on his thigh. When she touched him there, she always wanted more.

“Did you have fun?” he questioned, even though she knew she did.

“I did. It was nice to see everyone.”

“Yeah, but it was nicest to just be alone with you for a while. On the open road.”

“We are together every day, you must be sick of me!”

“No, I never get sick of you. I like seeing you all of the time, I am greedy.”

Eliza put her head on his shoulder, and her hand on his chest.

“Good thing we are getting married then!”

Her hand went down his chest, and rested on his belt buckle. The tension she felt from his stomach, let her know he was getting aroused—she knew his body as well as she knew her own body.

“Do I need to pull over?”

Laughing softly, she undid his belt buckle and reached for him. When he was driving, he knew better than to wear underwear with her.

“Do you think you need to?”

He pulled over shortly after, and sat back as she unzipped his pants while she sucked on his belt buckle and looked up at him.

“You are such a tease!”

Giving his buckle a long lick, she pouted.

“You know I am not a tease, you know I put out…”

After teasing him a but longer, licking his zipper, running her fingers along the bottom of his stomach, Eliza finally took him half hard in her mouth. She was a little disappointed because she liked it when he was soft to start. But him in her mouth was a delicacy, and she savored it to the sweet end. His come in her mouth, finer than any wine she had had that night.

In the rearview mirror, she saw her face like the Cheshire cat that had gotten all of the cream.

She did…

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Masturbation Monday No. 164 — Memory

Harry stood outside of her door, and Sabrina pressed herself to it.

She knew why he was there, he saw Ben was over a few nights ago. She saw him going up the stairs when Ben was leaving her place, and she had not had Ben over since…

since they had started what they started.

The door felt cool against her cheek, and she stared up at him.

His muteness was almost endearing, so she did not say anything. She looked at him, and waited for him to say something.

He didn’t.

He looked at her for a long while, before he moved his face almost parallel with hers. Before she could move her lips to say anything to him, he pressed his lips to hers.

She kissed him with wide open eyes, she loved the feel of his lips but wondered what was the meaning behind him being there.

In terms of their situation.

Sabrina looked at him when he pulled away, and studied him.

“Why…” she started.

He stared at her like she had broken a spell.

“Why what?”

The timbre of his voice went through her.

“Why are you here?”

Harry regarded her for a while.

“I want you to remember…”

He pressed her to the door, and kissed her again. This time she closed her eyes, and wrapped her arms about his neck. He pulled her close to him on a tilt, and pressed the length of her body against his. Sabrina ached at the feel of his body. He felt so good, made her want him. His hardness even through his pants made her so wet, she was ashamed. If he tried to get inside of her, he would have slipped right in and she would wrap her legs about him.

“I have not forgotten…” she breathed, as she held him. The crispness of his shirt felt delicious under her palms.

“Do you want it?”

Sabrina murmured her consent, as he closed the door behind them.

Her legs wrapped tight about him, Sabrina moaned as he worked her. She was so wet, that he did slip right in—and out—but back in again. He chewed on her ear, and tears of pleasure filled her eyes. Ben was good, but being with Harry was like nothing she had ever known. Because she was not in love with him, she had no inhibitions with him.

“Harry,” she cried out, chewing on his shoulder. Tears hit her cheek as she came.

Her memory was full…

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