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Wicked Wednesday #155 — (A Portrait of) Desire

It had been coiled upside of her like a snake, the way Sandrine was encouraged to visualize energy in her kundalini yoga classes. But no amount of focus given between her eyes in class, had released the energy that she felt when she started back up with Rafe.Rafe had been her first love, and she hated when people blathered on about a first love they could not get past, even after they were married like she was. Married, and had a very if not more than stable life with their family. But going to see Rafe by herself, which she had known was something she should not have done…it had caused everything inside of her to uncoil. 

Now she sat at a Paris cafe, sexting him. He was asking her to do things that he knew she had loved to do for him before.

Show me cleavage.


And she did. She had worn a form-fitting dress that outlined all of her curves, and gave him cleavage. And since guys did dick pics, she gave him a very lovely pussy pic. She slipped her phone between her knees, and since she was not wearing underwear…Sandrine had chosen not to wear underwear so she could do something like this. 

Rafe rewarded her with full evidence of his desire: a dick pic that was memorized in her mind because she knew his that well. There was not a part of her body that had not come into contact with his, or for that mater there was not really a part of her body that his come had not graced.

Seeing him on her phone made Sandrine excited, she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Asking her neighbor to mind her table, she got up and walked to the bathroom. She knew from his unhidden desire that he would keep her table for her, fight someone who tried to take it.

It was a tiny bathroom, but nonetheless enough for her to do what she needed to do. She pulled her full breasts out of her dress, pulled up the bottom of it and pressed her own bottom to the cool white marble sink. Her fingertips caressed her hardened nipples. Sandrine let her fingers meander over the stretchy fabric of the dress at her solar plexus and caress her navel, before finally caressing her stiff clitoris which was almost too sensitive to touch. But she did, and it quickly responded the way that she needed it to. Sandrine was turned away from the mirror, but she turned quickly to see her flushed face and turned back around to raise her phone over her head and take her portrait for Rafe. The sudden motion made her come, and she took the picture as her eyes closed in grimaced ecstasy. She quickly pulled her dress down, pushed her breasts back into her dress and turned around to look at herself before freshening up a bit. When she returned to her table, her in the mood for neighbor smiled and asked her if she was okay.

“Ca va tres bien!” Sandrine smiled, as her phone vibrated in her hand. She had just sent Rafe her picture, and she wanted him to savor her portrait of desire for a little bit…

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Masturbation Monday No. 37

The next day, Nichy could not get herself up out of bed. She called in sick because she really did feel it, even though she knew that her sickness was not physical.

Every time she thought about almost kissing Gavin, she felt physically ill.

So she tried not think about it.

She lie in bed, her fingers drilling deep inside of her because she kept thinking about what would have happened if they had kissed. What more could have happened…

Between her legs was sticky wet, and she circled even around her labia with her pre-come. The sheets stuck there were adhesived at the juncture of her thighs with her wetness, as she caressed her breasts to get aroused to make herself come again. The second time she came, she bit into her forearm. 

Hard.

The third time was of course the charm, and after the third time she came she got out of bed.

She plucked around her apartment–nude–because she was afraid that she would come from the friction of even her thong between her legs and she had worn herself out with solo sex. Her body still craved release though, and she made an appointment for a massage. It would work some of the tension out of her at least, she thought.

Hilda, her usual masseuse took one look at her and Nichy looked away. Hilda had a knack for knowing when there was something wrong with her. Especially when lulled under the sweetness of Hilda’s touch, she pined over Gavin during many of their recent sessions.

“The guy?” Hilda asked.

Nichy shrugged, she did not want to talk about it. Hilda squeezed her shoulders with understanding, and then went about her business.

On her belly, Nichy felt the sheets underneath her and felt herself get aroused like she had in bed that morning. She was soaking wet again, and when she got up from the table she knew there would be a damp spot. Hilda did not touch her in a sexual way at all, but Nichy craved the attention on her body so bad that it made her come swiftly.

Hilda had not intended a happy ending for her, but she also did not ask questions.

She squeezed the small of Nichy’s back when she was done.

“It is not the first time for me here, it just means you got very relaxed.”

Nichy looked at her for a moment, then smiled awkwardly. What else could she do?

She decided after to go to the bar down the street from her apartment. After two lovely glasses of Riesling, she saw the sun was starting to set. And in a rush of deja vu, Gavin walked past her window like he often did at the bar by her job. He spotted her, and walked in.

Nichy got aroused again, and she really had made herself tired from coming all day. 

Mentally.

Her body responded to Gavin in the usual way, as he walked over to her table.

“Are you okay?” he asked her.

Her sip of Riesling was so tense, she almost bit the glass as she did.

“Yes,”

The waiter walked over, and handed Gavin a menu.

“I have never seen you here before,” she said as she swallowed.

“I was looking for you.”

Nichy looked down.

“About yesterday…” she started, not looking up at him

Gavin raised his hand and the waiter came over with the check. He took it, and even though Nichy tried to protest, he shoved his card in.

“I don’t want to talk about last night Nichy,” he said suddenly out of breath. “I want to kiss you.”

Flushed as if she was in the middle of the desert, Nichy’s body responded to his desire with its own.

She watched him sign the check, everything happening as if it was happening to someone else.

“Can I walk you home?”

Nichy nodded.

Both of them were panting, as they walked the not even a block to get to her apartment building. 

“What happened to your arm?” he asked.

“I bit myself.”

Nichy looked down at the bandage that she had forgotten she placed there.

When she opened her door, Gavin took her arm and licked where the bandage was. 

Kissed it.

“To make it better,” he said. He pulled her into him, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He lifted his head. “Now to make me feel better.”

He kissed her soft at first. Timidly. But then he kissed her until when they pulled away, she was breathless. His hands were in her hair caressing her scalp, as he looked into her eyes when she opened them. He kissed her again, and she pulled him close dragging her tongue along the inside of his neck. Nibbling it, in difference to the way she had bitten herself.

Gavin pulled her close, his hand still in her hair and kissed her temple which she felt pulsing like a trapped butterfly.

He moved away from her, and she swayed toward him.

“I am not going to come upstairs with you. But I needed to kiss you…to start…”

“To start what?” Nichy smiled, caressing his stubbled cheek.

“I want to start dinner with you for one…”

He kissed her again, and she leaned back against the wall accidentally ringing someone’s bell. It was only fitting that she rang someone’s bell, because this appetizer to their dinner to be had rung her bell in the very best way…

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Kink of the Week, May 1-15 Face-sitting

“Where I am from? Why do you need to know?”

She looked at him, startled. It was like she had broken the moment. His hand loosened on her knee, and he sat back with a deep sigh.

“Forget I asked, ” she said spilling a little scotch on her thighs.

When she attempted to stand up, his hand tightened again on her knee.

“What?” she said standing up and he stood up with her, looked down at her and touched her trembling lower lip.

“I am right now, right here. Here with you.” His fingers on her lip felt the the tips of matches, and she get hot, very hot. Under her arms were moist with perspiration and desire. He looked into her eyes. “Where are you?”

“Here with you,” she said without delay.

“Let’s go back. Or do you want to leave with me?”

“Both,” she said. She raised her glass to sip her scotch, desperate to dampen her parched lips and swallowed before even a bit of scotch had gone between them.

She walked off the balcony with him, so lightheaded with desire it felt like people were circling around her like the end of Ring Around the Rosie. She felt his hand strong on the small of her back, keeping her erect.

Their friends and colleagues voices and faces were disembodied, as she was blind and deaf to everything but him. It was like she had drunk too much which she had not, she was only intoxicated with him.

He slipped her shawl about her shoulders, and his hand burned through it like the sun on naked skin as they descended into the night. The moon sobered her, and she began to walk upright and with purpose.

Pauline’s memories were soft as she remembered the first time she and Henry…she had walked onto the balcony with him. What they shared there reminded her of Baudelaire’s poem, The Balcony. Alone with him in bed, was where the summit of their passion was reached. Each of them concerned with the other’s passion more than their own she had felt. The way he worshipped first her labia and then her anus, Pauline shivered from head to toe with the pleasure he bestowed upon her. His mouth described love that she was not sure he could say another way. his kisses were open and honest in a way she felt no one had ever been with her. Her thrusts against his face, were her acknowledgment of his love and desire. As much as she wanted to just say it was the sensation that was driving her. His lips soft on her ass and her breasts in his hands, Pauline shook from impact of her orgasm. Henry caressed her hips and cheeks to soothe her.

When she opened her eyes and the lights spun about her because she had closed them so tight, she fell forward and kissed his shaft just once. She was too drowsy with desire to reciprocate, as still he kissed her ass in homage. His tongue moved in thick strokes about her cheeks, painting her thickly with lust. 

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Go Deeper with TIE ME UP & Lana Fox!!!

I am sooooo excited to have Tie Me Up, be today’s Go Deeper Press Deeper Daily! I feel really lucky because a lot of the people that I love are brilliant writers and/or editors. Lana Fox is no exception, aside from running Go Deeper Press, she is a truly gifted writer. So when you go to their site to see the Tie Me Up Deeper Daily by the lovely Tabitha Kitten (which has also been excerpted on Janine Ashbless’s blog)…let your eyes meander to this new goodness from Lana, Criminally Gorgeous:

  

Bethany can’t help it. Risk turns her on. But when, thanks to a crazy dare, she sneaks into a stranger’s apartment, the last thing she expects is to be sprung by a gorgeous intruder and seduced into a super-hot scene. 

It turns out this gatecrasher is Leo, an ex-lawyer billionaire who housebreaks for kicks and is also a sexual dominant. He’s the hottest man Bethany’s ever met. When he suggests she be his paid partner, breaking in with him for sex and thrills, Bethany couldn’t be more tempted.

However, her father Jim is a lifelong criminal, and he’s currently on the run, in danger of doing time. Bethany’s vowed to never follow in his footsteps. How far down this criminal road can she travel with Leo? And with a partner and Dom this gorgeous, perhaps there’s even more at stake.

Is Bethany Croft prepared to fall in love?

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Wicked Wednesday #154 — Lists

Going to France was often Sandrine’s escape from the world, but this time it was not.

She had gone to Paris to stay with her family to escape the things she had set into motion in New York. Her children liked going to Paris anyway, and it had been a long time. Plus she loved to see her mother, who knew right away that she was running from something. Sandrine watched her mother give her children warm hugs, and almost sunk into her own hug when she was in her mother’s arms and her mother caressed her back softly like she had when she was a little girl. Nothing was said, and she was not sure she would tell her mother anything. Among her sacred lists like commandments, was not to do things that she thought would make her mother feel ashamed of her.

She had done something she was not sure her mother would not be ashamed of…

Sitting alone in a favorite cafe with her coffee, she fiddled with the piece of chocolate that was placed on her plate. She wore her dark shades that reminded her of the iconic kind that Jackie O wore.

She was no Jackie O.

Her phone vibrated on the table nonstop. She knew she could set it to silence, but she liked knowing exactly when he texted her. Knowing it was as urgent to him as it was to her, that at least it was not something disposable. How could it have been disposable, everything between them always stained her indelibly.

From the time she walked out on him in the bar, when she came to chastise him about possibly pushing Eliza into an open relationship Sandrine had messed up. It was not on her list per say, but it was among the things she never wanted to do. She had promised herself that she would not see Rafe alone again, because she was not sure that she would have control. It had always been so easy for him to seduce her. Sitting across from him that day, she believed in her accusations but she filled with emotion for him. Not love or lust, but caring. He looked lost and deeply affected by what she had said to him. When he came to her house days later, while she was alone and she opened the door to let him in. At the same time she opened the door to let him into her heart and her body, which she had sworn she would never do again. 

She and Marcus did not have a contract or anything like that, but the one thing in the lists of things they would not do to each other was to be involved with someone without telling the other person. Marcus wanted to to maybe become involved with Eliza, and he called her on set to let her know that he was thinking about it. Just because they could sleep with someone else did not mean it was random. 

He called her to let her know what he was thinking about with Eliza.

Her cell phone had fallen to the floor when Rafe captured her wrists with his hand, the memory stung her. Not that she had been planning to make a call, she just happened to have her phone in her hand. Rafe rubbed his thumb over the thick vein on the inside of her wrist, and Sandrine closed her eyes as she came undone. He knew all her hot spots from a long time ago. He kissed her along her jaw, and she panted.

“I wish I could do this to you just to show you that I can make you feel something still, and I am not the trash you think I am…” he had said to her, and when she opened her eyes and tears fell.

“I never meant to hurt you cheri,” she caressed his cheek, and whispered soft words to him in French like psalms to calm him.

He looked at her, his eyes dark with desire now and not rage. They kissed as the storm of their lust flashed across her eyes like lightning. Sandrine kissed his jaw, licked the length of his crisp shirt sleeve and sucked on his cufflink. Her tongue meandered slowly along the thick vein inside of his wrist.

She knew all of his hot spots, so when he pressed her to the wall, his mouth returning to her jaw and had his way with her she knew she had pushed him to it. Even with the wide open windows of her house and open drawn curtains, but could not resist fucking him. She had missed fucking him.

For a second, she tasted him on her lips, before she remembered she was in Paris. Sandrine picked up her phone. His first initial ‘R’ was like a brand on her phone, in her e-mail and text messages.

She closed her mouth, and she could taste the metallic taste of his cufflink on her tongue sweetened with his essence. Paris was not the refuge she sought, as she imagined him where he was not…
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Mais Oui…

  
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Masturbation Monday No. 36

Third time is a charm.

Nichy slipped her foot out of her shoe. She was working as substitute librarian again, and Renee had decided to keep her company. Renee who was still talking about how much she missed Tyler, who would be back the following week and apparently missed her as well.

“See? How am I supposed to get any work done if he is going to send me pictures like this?”

Nichy scraped the rug with her toe as she looked at the screenshot of Tyler with his beautifully erect shaft in his hand. He rubbed the space between his belly button, and the tip of his penis while tugging at his balls. The next shot was of his stomach covered with his come, and apparently some had gotten onto the camera. There was a splotch from a glob of something on the screen.  

“He shot onto the screen, he said because he was so hot from thinking about me and he sent this to me and I can’t–”

Renee’s hand was on her thigh, sunk between her legs as she leaned into Nichy.

“There is a bathroom here, right?”

Nichy nodded as she watched Renee sashay through past her desk, and disappear to where the bathrooms were. She was pretty sure Renee would not have cared if she knew that she and Gavin had seen her masturbating in her sleep…was she even sleeping Nichy wondered in retrospect.

“Stop daydreaming!”

The sound of Gavin’s voice made her breathless, she looked at him with a smile.

“I was not daydreaming,” she said crooking her finger so she could whisper to him, and pointed. “Renee’s in there.”

“Where?”

“In the bathroom, doing it again except this time she is definitely awake!”

Gavin stared at her, and Nichy was surprised he was not smiling. He looked terribly awkward, and stared into her eyes for longer than usual.

“She was keeping me company, and she got a sext from Tyler and…”

“I came to keep you company too, but I can’t deal with that again Nichy.”

“Well I don’t want to be in the middle of someone else’s sex life either! I feel frustrated, and I am not even getting any dick pics!”

Gavin stared at her, and she wished she could clamp her hand over her mouth. She should have known better than to talk about Renee, but it was something they had shared together.

“I’m sorry…I just…” 

Gavin leaned over the desk so his face was closer to hers. She got hot, and his body felt exceptionally warm as well.

“What are you sorry for?”

Nichy studied his face, she was not sure what he was thinking.

“For telling you about Renee, it is awkward…”

He moved his fingers across her lips.

“This is awkward Nichy.”

“I know…I’m…”

“Nichy…” 

He tilted his head to the side, she tilted hers to the side. It was the most awkward position ever, but they were going to kiss.

The door to the bathroom opened, and Nichy was startled.

“I feel so much better Nichy!” Renee looked at the two of them, with a weird smile on her face. “Hi Gavin,” she purred sounding sexy, post solo session in the bathroom.

“Renee,” he answered.

Nichy looked at them, and sucked on her bottom lip. She tasted the kiss that she had just missed. Would it have been so horrible if she had kissed Gavin, since she could still see Tyler’s ejaculate on the screen of the photo that Renee had showed her?

“I came to keep Nichy company, but if you are already here…”

“Stay Gavin, maybe you can tell me something about men…”

They were both going to stay, but for some reason this night a lot of people were in the library. Nichy ached when Gavin touched her hand and smiled.

“I’ll see you Nichy.”

She nodded. 

Renee was gone by then too, but she had hoped to be alone with Gavin eventually. To share an awkward or proper kiss. 

But she was not alone with him again until she was dreaming, and even then he did not kiss her. The sensation of her desire was so strong it wrapped about her like she wanted Gavin to, and she moved within it so wet she could barely get a grip on her clit to make herself come.

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Sinful Sunday, Week 213 — Oui

      

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Wicked Wednesday #153 — Dating

Eliza picked up a picture of Sandrine from the dresser table. She was incredibly young in the picture, probably around the time that she had met her when Sandrine was with Rafe. In this picture, she was alone. A little further back, she picked up a picture of Sandrine that was taken years later. In this picture, she was not alone, she was with Marcus who looked very young as well.

The apartment was filled with a soundtrack of Nick Drake, and the smell of food that Marcus was warming. It was just after midnight, and she was alone with her friend’s gorgeous husband and her equally gorgeous if not actor-gorgeous fiancé knew exactly where she was. Knew exactly what could happen while she was there.

Eliza was silent, as she walked to the kitchen.

Marcus turned around, as if he felt her walk into the room.

“How did you hear me?” she smiled.

“I have two kids, I have ultra senses as far as stuff like that is concerned. Sandrine and I both. Parents makes you almost superhuman!”

Eliza smiled and leaned her hip against the island in the center of the kitchen. Watching Marcus prepare just a salad to accompany the amazing smell that was in the kitchen, she observed the attention he gave to even the smallest details which awed her. 

“You are so surprised that I am good in the kitchen?” he looked up at her over chopped scallions.

“I haven’t tasted anything yet,” she teased.

Her teasing ended when she finished the meal with him, both of them sitting at the island.

“This was how I seduced Sandrine,” he smiled. “When I was a waiter and was not working like I am now, I used to cook for her. I remember I would bring her home all hours of the night after my shifts to cook for her. We would be in the subway, sometimes just the two of us and we could not keep our hands off of each other. I would feel her against me, her lips on mine and we practically had sex on the platform. Once there was a man lying on the ground. I am not sure if he was homeless or dead, we almost had sex in front of him but the train came. I think we would have had sex in the car, but there were people there so we didn’t.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

Tired of playing coy, Eliza put down her fork and looked at him. A long look that let him know that she was serious. She had told Rafe that she thought that Marcus was beautiful way before she would have been able to be in the situation she was in now. When Sandrine first started dating him, she had confessed that.

Marcus pulled on his undone tie, and looked at her with the same look. His face was equally as serious.

“Do you want me to seduce you Eliza?”

She continued to look at him.

“I don’t know.”

“Whatever you decide, they know we are both here. They know what we are capable of, if we want to.”

Eliza nodded and squeezed the petals of the flowers that the driver of the car had given her when she got in.

“I don’t know what I want…” she mused absently to herself not looking at him, and savoring the stickiness of the torn petal between her fingers.

“Do you want me?”

“What woman wouldn’t want you?” she questioned, the defined stickiness of the petal between her fingers making her think of the stickiness between her legs when he came off the set to see her and right now.

“Come here,” he said.

Eliza stayed still.

“Come.”

The second time he asked her, she walked over to him. Standing between his legs, and putting her sticky fingers on his shoulder, she looked in his eyes.

“You’re beautiful and Sandrine’s friend, and she told me not to pressure you. I would never pressure you. This is our first date, I am just happy to spend time with you.”

Eliza threw her arms about his neck, 

“I want you so much, it scares me.”

Marcus kissed the inside of her arm, her wrist and her hand. His lips lingered there, before he looked up at her.

“Don’t be afraid, I want everything you want. I waited this long, I am not rushing this. You. I want you to burn with desire for me before I even touch you. I want you to want it so bad it consumes you. I want to consume you like this meal we shared. I want to share something special with you.”

Eliza was sure she blushed from head to toe with the feeling of his lips on her skin, and the warmth of his words.

She was already starting to burn.
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