Masturbation Monday No. 118

Nichy literally bit her lip, and sucked on the tiny bit of blood that came from the spot.She was literally in a state of shock. Finally Tyler told her that the reason that he had had been so off was because he slept with someone else.

“I did not know how to tell you…” he started. “But I knew I had to tell you.”

Nichy wished she could be indignant with him, but between her legs was still bittersweetly sore with that had happened between her Graham. The way she knew that she had no desire to tell Tyler about Graham, and felt like she did not need to tell him if she was planning to be with him and devoted.

And this.

She looked at Tyler, still tasting the blood in her mouth.

“What do you want me to do?” she said, still sucking the inside of her mouth.

Tyler looked at her, expressionless.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” She pulled her lip down, so he could see the red mark in her mouth. 

Nichy walked to the bathroom and without looking around, she knew that Graham was following her.

Into the bathroom, where the female attendant was silent as he followed her.

“He cheated on me!” she said hysterically.

“And you?”

Nichy looked at Graham. She was not going to get sympathy from him. No sympathy as he cornered her and her eyes widened. The attendant knew she was there with a man, and Nichy closed her eyes as they walked into the stall and he fingered her where she had felt him before. 

Her head rolled against the wall, from the pleasure of him. She did not try to touch him, just closed her eyes sucked on the blood in her mouth and let him finger her and amplify her memory of him inside her.

And thought how she wanted to be with Tyler…

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Wicked Wednesday #235 — Victorian

Eliza clutched at the pearls about neck as she read the passage from her novel:
Her phone vibrated and she wondered if it was Smith, but then she vibrated herself when she thought it might be Gus. When she looked at her phone, she saw it was Gus.

“Hey,” she said softly, happy that he had won the who was calling her phone lottery.

“Hey, I need to see you. I know you were just here, but I really need to see you and I was hoping…”

“I just left the house, I wanted to be alone I told Smith that, but I want to be with you…” she said, walking faster than the speed of life and walking like traffic signs were not invented. Like cars would not or could not hit her. In Victorian times, she would have moved this way like horses could not rush her.

“I don’t want to make you.”

“I want you to make me.”

She pulled at her pearls, and thought how elegant she looked on her way to her assignation with Gus.

When she arrived at his door, he touched her pearls, and she thought of the pearl necklace he had left on her and could not help but fiddle with these less precious pearls about her neck.

She looked up at him, and all she wanted him to do was make her.

Even in fiction, she could not escape the conflicts that her real life presented. She put the vintage novel down, when she saw Terrence’s name on her office phone, and Rafe’s name on her personal phone.
She crossed her legs tightly, and thought how she would like either man to…

…make her.

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Masturbation Monday No. 117 — Obliterated

Nichy looked across the table at Tyler, on her periphery, she saw Graham. Her heart raced, and she could not get over the passage where her hand was on her e-reader. How eerie it was that the character she was reading about, wanted to be obliterated by Danger:

Nathalie, Paris

Her body was sprawled over the mattress, and she panted. 

Someone else who did not know any better would look at her reflection, and think she had been abused.

Well she had been, and it had been her choice to be so.

Danger was lying on the bed looking at her, with a smile on his face. Well more of a smirk than a smile, to emphasize that he was proud of what he had done to her body.

The rough sex was better than drinking to numb her grief, and all her other negative emotions. She looked over at Danger.

“Aren’t you glad I did not shred another pair of your panties, Nathalie?”

She buried her head even more in the mattress, and let out a bark of a laugh.

Danger knew her name because he talked to her all the time at the bar, and he heard people call her all the time. But she still had no interest in knowing what his name was.

He was Danger, was it not obvious from the things she had done with him? The way that they met, and the rough asignations that they had?

She looked at him with her own smirk on her face.

“I never complained about it to you, did you think it bothered me?”

He looked at her for a long time.

“I cannot figure you out. You want me to be this to you, this rough guy, you want me to be the uber bad boy in your life and I have been that guy and it is easy for me to be that guy but I am not in control here Nathalie. I am not the one in control here.”

“What do you want me to do? I certainly did not and cannot do this to myself. You did this to me.”

“You let me do this to you.”


“Yeah.” He said, and flipped her over. He looked into her eyes, and Nathalie looked at him with dark, challenging eyes. 

“I want you to obliterate me.”

Danger looked at her with fear, and she reveled in it.

She wanted to forget everything except what he could make her feel.

He pulled her hair, and pushed her face into the mattress more. For a moment she could not breathe, she wondered if he was going to take her literally. Was he going to obliterate her? Was he going to finish her?

She closed her eyes, and felt the drool along her lips as she wished herself obliterated.

Nichy looked at that line over and over again, with her reader right next to her menu and she wondered if that was what was on the menu for her…
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Sinful Sunday, Week 294: Reflection

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Wicked Wednesday #234 — Promote

Eliza tapped her stylus on her tablet. She overlooked the notes that she was given to look over, before the meeting started. 

Before Terrence walked in for his review. 

Still lightly tapping the stylus, she knew that the meeting would not start until she gave the okay. With careful deliberation, she looked up, and her assistant walked over to the door and asked Terrence to come in.

As soon as he looked at her, Eliza imagined what it would be like if he spread her over the table in the conference room. She was in charge now, but if he spread her against that table, he would be in charge. But even though she was thinking that, her face remained plain as her assistant closed the door behind him and she placed her tablet on the table. 

She let her colleagues begin the meeting, and she followed each point with her stylus on her tablet.

“Eliza has been working the closest with you, and she said she was especially impressed with your performance in Paris,” Loretta began, and looked at Eliza.

Eliza lifted her head from her tablet, smiled at Loretta and began speaking to Terrence.

“I was extremely impressed to see everything that you accomplished in Paris. It was everything that we hired you for, and let me know that you were a hard worker and a team player which now? I can say I was not sure about in New York. But the team tells me that since Paris it has been really great working with you and socializing with you at company functions.”

“Exactly! Terrence, we are excited to promote you to team leader. You will be working very closely with Eliza, and you will be more hands on with the team. Congratulations!”

Terrence smiled and looked between both women.

“Thank you both, I am really honored and happy to work closer with Eliza and the team.”

“Let’s have lunch, a celebratory lunch with the team.” Loretta said.

Eliza sat through lunch, and purposely let the team sit with Terrence as she talked mostly to her other colleagues. There was champagne, and she was a little tipsy. After lunch, she called Terrence into her office. 

“Close the door behind you,” she commanded.

Terrence did as he was told.

Picking up her tablet and stylus again, she looked at Terrence.

“I wanted to show you my notes, to show you all the decision making I made so that you do not think that this promotion…”

Terrence stood close to her, and she could tell that he had something to prove as well.

In Paris, before we…” 

Eliza looked at him, but he avoided her eyes. 

“In Paris,” he continued. “You were a little tipsy and you told me that I had far exceeded your expectations. Don’t you remember, or I am flattered if everything that happened after made you forget…”

They looked at each other at the same time.

“I remember everything,” she said, and placed her hands on either side of her on her desk. “I just wanted you to know, I am happy we will be working closer together because I think you are really good at what you do.”

“I know,” he leaned in, and smiled at her. “Thank you.”

Eliza wanted him, but it was the middle of the day and her position was too high up for a bathroom tryst now. Terrence nodded at her, and the darkness in his eyes before he stepped back let her know they were both in need.

“Is that all for now?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow and thick voice.

“Yes,” she panted.

He nodded, and walked out. She watched his strong back stride out the door, and knew later she would tell him her mental notes that were not on her tablet…

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Masturbation Monday No. 116 — Sabotage

Nichy looked at Tyler over her wine glass. She told him that she wanted to talk to him over drinks.Because she had needed to tell Graham what she was going to do. To tell him that she was going to tell Tyler about their relationship.

He asked, and I do not want to lie to him about what we were.”

“What we were?” Graham asked her.

Nixhy looked down at the floor, and saw Graham’s shoes close to her own heels on the ground.

“Yes, what we were.”

“Are you going to tell him about what was going on a few weeks ago?”


“So selective Nusch, so selective.”

Nichy looked up at Graham.

“And you are going to tell him everything about you and Sonia?” he added, as if it were a cross-examination.

“I am telling you this, because I wanted to be honest with you and you are trying to sabotage me.”

Graham pulled her close to him.

“You usually like when I sabotage you.Why won’t you look at me? ”

She looked at him, and regretted that she did.

He moved in and kissed her, and she had no resistance. Her legs were wrapped around his waist within moments, and she cried out realizing that he did give her pleasure that was not comparable. She scratched and clawed at him, and pounded him because she hated herself for being with him.

He returned her fervor.

“No, you can’t leave marks on me!” she cried.

Nichy sat up, and Graham slipped in and out of her. She kept hitting her head against the head of the bed, as he thrusted. She whimpered, and cried out from pleasure and from the pain of knowing she had not resisted him. Secretly she probably wanted him, to remember what he did to her and that was why she had asked him there.

He pulled her close to him, and she was messy with his come because she had not used a condom with him. He played with her dripping with him, and she gyrated with sensitivity.

In the bathroom, she had looked at herself and got ready to meet Tyler.

Now looking over her wine glass at Tyler, she felt like she was in a Hitchcockian film. 

Graham had followed her there, it was almost like it should be named Sabotage like the Hitchcock film, which was also called The Woman Alone.

But she was anything but alone…

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Sinful Sunday, Week 293 — Pause

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“What is on your bucket list?”

Eliza gulped. She squeezed Rafe’s arm, and smiled at the random guest at her company’s cocktail party who had asked her. She had nothing but smiles, because everybody was somebody tonight and she was there to dazzle.

“Bucket list, fucket list,” Rafe whispered into her ear. “Really, is that the best conversation that someone can come up with?”

They laughed, and then they walked up to another guest.


Terrence walked up to her and Rafe, and he was not alone. Eliza smiled a tight smile, as she watched him walk over with another colleague. He told her he would be there with someone else and that it was casual, but it was startling to actually see him with her. Their company was big, so it was even more surprising to her that she did not know this woman.

“Ms. Morton, it is such a pleasure to meet you! I am Micha from the Paris office!”

Eliza smiled at the woman who stood beside Terrence and beamed at her. She now remembered having met the woman in Paris while she was there with Terrence.

“Micha, of course, a pleasure to see you again and in the States!”

“I was pleased that Terrence invited me! And it is nice to be here for a pleasurable event, and not just straight meetings!”

“Of course,” Eliza smiled, and turned to Rafe “This is my fiancé Rafe.”

“A pleasure to meet you Micha, and Terrence is it?” Rafe said.

Terrence nodded, and extended his hand to Rafe. The cocktail banter continued a bit more, until Terrence gave Eliza a return tight smile.

“He wants to fuck you.” Rafe said so plainly, Eliza almost choked on her scotch.


“I mean, I am not surprised—a lot of your male colleagues clearly want to—but he was with this Micha and he could not stop staring at you. I am sure if you check his pants, he is getting probably hard as fuck.”

She was not sure how to act, as she looked at Terrence out of the corner of her eye.

“Liza, you are not with me because I do not tell you the straight deal.”

He gulped his scotch like water, and her insides quivered from the truth and hidden passion.

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Masturbation Monday No. 115

Nichy could have been lulled by watching Tyler get dressed in the morning, she could have been completely lulled and aroused my watching him put on clothes that transformed him into a professional man in a suit. She had not moved yet, because she was going to be working from home, and was still assembled as her how she looked when she had been making love with Tyler all night. Naked and covered sloppily in a sheet. 

Her entire body was sore with their lovemaking. Her mouth felt stretched out from the myriad of times she had him in her mouth.

She could still taste him.

Her skin was sweetly burned from his stubble, and she could not even touch her clit because it was far too sensitive to touch from overstimulation. Her ass felt stretched out, because they had had anal sex twice. Once at the party, and again when they got home.

Nichy had been fucked senseless, but that did not mean that she was not aware that Tyler was still hiding something from her. There had been something on his mind and he had not shared it with her. Pulling the sheet over her breasts resurrected the sweet soreness that she felt across them and she caressed one under the sheet.

“So are you going to tell me what is wrong?”she asked, looking up at him.

Tyler came to the edge of the bed, and looked down at her.


“I know something was wrong and you fucked me hoping I would not notice but I did. I assume it is not something I did, because you would not have fucked me so well if you were mad at me.”

“His name was Graham? This ex that you were telling me about?”

Nichy froze, but nodded softly.

“Sonia must have told you?”

Tyler knelt onto the bed with her.

“No, not like she was trying to get you in trouble, but she was drinking and she mentioned him and was surprised I did not know his name.”

Nichy nodded. 

Secretly, she was glad that all of this had come out in the open, but she was now not sure what he knew and what he did not know. Why did they even have to think about Graham when her body was still so affected by Tyler and their lovemaking?
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Sinful Sunday, Week 292 — Spread

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