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Masturbation Monday No. 32

Nick Drake played dimly in the company library. When the head librarian and archivist left, people were asked to fill in for her in one-hour shifts. Nichy was happy to do so, even without the additional enticement of overtime.

She sat at the desk, rather late…she picked the later shift because she figured that she would not have a lot of activity then, that she would be able to work on her side projects as well. She was in the middle of working on a manuscript, when Gavin walked in. It was late, and she was actually getting ready to start closing up but paused when she saw his tall frame fill the doorway.

“Oh you are doing this?” he grinned at her.

Nichy held her hands behind her back, looked down and nodded.

“I was just about to close up…it was so quiet.”

Gavin raised his eyebrows at her.

“Oh, are you closed?”

She shook her head.

“I just need one magazine, and I know where it is.”

His warmth scent filled their space, she could smell her own perfume from an earlier reapplication when she came onto her library shift. Now she knew what their scents smelled like mingled, knew what it would smell like if they were close before he came inside of her or somewhere on her body. She imagined him coming on her spine of all places for some odd reason, on her spine or the small of her back.

Her fingers skimmed the inside of her skirt, caressing her bare skin. She imagined Gavin’s fingers there. Fantasizing about him this hard when she was still close to him was a delicacy. She saw his body whisper between the shelves, before he came out and faced her again.

“Thanks for letting me in Nichy.”

She nodded. 

“Oh good, it’s still open!”

Their colleague Elberta raced in, and unlike Gavin, did not ask Nichy if she was still open or not. There were still a few good minutes left and Elberta sat down, making it was clear she was not getting up immediately.

“Why is it that I always seem to impose upon you in some way when I see you?” Gavin questioned her as she stood beside him.

Nichy looked up at him, and her hands laced behind her back again. 

“I wanted to close too early, but it’s not a big deal.”

He looked down at her, 

“I just always feel like I owe you Nichy.”

She shook her head and laughed. 

Elberta got up, and acknowledged her on her way out.

“I owe you Nichy,” Gavin said again as he walked out behind Elberta.

“You don’t owe me anything,” Nichy said behind him.

Nichy turned around, and picked up closing up shop as if she had not been interrupted by Gavin or Elberta. She had turned off all of the lights, when her fingers skimmed inside her waistband again. But this time her fingers were tangled in her thong. An open window revealed the full moon, and it drew her to it. It was there with her back to the ladder that was in the aisle, that her desire surged as she caressed her bare skin. Her fingers drifted over her hips, she touched her stomach and dipped a finger into her navel…slowly her finger grazed her hair further down.

She wondered what Gavin liked, what he liked with his girlfriend. She remembered him saying “we” in the bar the other day, and that became her focus. What they were like? Had he ever come on her spine while they were having sex?

Looking up at the full moon, was she mesmerized? Her hand sunk down deeper inside her skirt, the only light on was the moonlight spotlight that caressed her face and upper torso. Nichy looked down as her face contorted with impending release. She was so wet she could barely grip either side of her clit to bring the pressure she needed to come. She smeared the wetness along her, until she felt the coolness from below grazing her clitoris. Where she felt that coolness, she rubbed and came before she even knew she was going to. She wheezed with the force of her desire. It seemed like she was moving like the frantic hands of a clock between her legs even when she brought her hand up, smearing her own ejaculate as she moved her fingers.

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Wicked Wednesday #149–Goals

It amused Eliza that Bebel Gilberto was playing in the background at the bar where she and Oscar had agreed to meet. She knew that she could not say anything to him at Fiona’s house, but it was time to address him in some way. She had been in so much pain since their long talk in Shanghai.

When he walked into the bar, she felt a sense of deja vu. It was like how he had twisted all of her goals that night when she met him. Her goal was to face him, and tell him about how hard it had been for her no matter how selfish it was for her to feel that way.

He sat beside her and looked at her.

“So am I really going to be able to talk to you? Or are you going to put up all your walls?”

Eliza stared at him, let her fingers rest on her cigar. She was not a cigar smoker really, but she had been here enough times with Rafe smoking and drinking. The cigar was kind of like a crutch, a reminder she was with him and that she knew they were unbreakable. But she also loved Oscar…and it was breaking her.

“You expect me to be okay, you expect me to act like nothing happened in Shanghai? Like you did not break my heart there? You want me to be okay that you have this perfect woman, who honestly if Rafe had met her first he would not maybe have wanted to be with me!”

Oscar grabbed her shaking hand, she relinquished the cigar.

“Do you think it was easy to let you go? It was the hardest thing I ever did, you lying on my bed in Shanghai. But I was with Polly, and I know that I could not have given her a fair chance if I got involved with you. It would not have been fair to her.”

“So you are in love with her?”

“Yes. I did not plan anything with her in Shanghai, but it happened after years of us not wanting it to happen.”

“So I was just a substitute then?”

“Eliza, stop it! Stop this victimization process! You can have any man you want, you can be with any man you want.”

“I want you.” 

“You’ve had me.”

Eliza picked up her gin and tonic, and her cigar. Was it Paris or nervousness why she was smoking like a chimney? Actual, or electronic, she was constantly puffing on something.

“I know it is selfish Oscar, but it is how I feel. I have been in a bad place ever since I left Shanghai…”

“Is it me, or are you just not happy?”

She sipped her drink.

“Are you happy?” he repeated.

Eliza looked down at her hands: gin and tonic in one, cigar in the other.

“Do you care?”

“Eliza, I care about you. I–“

“What,” she pressed.

Oscar looked at her with stern eyes.

“Stop acting like a stray cat.”

Eliza pushed her drink off the table, and stubbed her cigar out on the top of his palm.

“You motherfucker!”

Oscar grabbed her wrist, Eliza felt her eyes widen.

“You’re hurting me!”

“You are hurting yourself!”

He thrust her hand to the side, and got up.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she mewled, clinging to him, scratching. That flimsy touching of his body, she savored like a child’s first communion wafer. She needed his body, and she knew she would not get it.

“Stop it, Eliza!”

“Keep saving yourself for your precious Polly!”

Oscar threw her off of him. When she came back toward him, he raised her chin up to face him.

“What is precious to you Eliza?”

Her eyes watered, she sobbed soundlessly. Oscar drew her to him, caressed her cheeks and temples.

She heard “Precious Things” by Tori Amos in her head.

“Just because you can make me come does not make you Jesus,” she said, pushing him away.

She walked away from him, dabbed at her eyes but did not turn back to look at him.

She had different goals, as looked down at her phone. There was a message from Adrian that she had avoided. Hoping Oscar…

Will be in New York. Axxx

Her labia felt tangled the way it did every time she thought of Adrian.

When she looked up from her phone, Oscar stood in front of her.  

“What–“

He pressed her to the wall, his face so close to hers…Eliza did not realize she was not breathing until she felt his breath on her upper lip. Oscar caressed her hip, she closed her eyes.

She waited for him.

When she opened her eyes, he was gone like smoke and she fumbled through her bag for her cigarettes because she needed one. Ashes hit her calves as she chain-smoked, and she did not notice…

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 “Let me take your coat.” She unbuttoned it without turning to him, letting it slip past her shoulders as she turned.  “I see you got the lingerie I sent you.” 

“I did.” 

Taking her coat, he tossed it onto the same chair as her bag. Damon swept her hair back off her shoulders, sending shivers down her spine as he moved around her.  She faced him, and he backed her up against the closet door.  Her heart pounded in her ears, from a mixture of fear and excitement.  Running his fingers over her jaw as his thumb skimmed over her bottom lip, he let out a low hum of pleasure.  Slowly he moved his hand further up into the nape of her neck. She licked her lips, and watched as his eyes became heavy with want.  Fisting her hair lightly, he angled her ear to his lips.  

“Open your mouth wider, and lick your lips again for me.”  She obliged drawing out the movement, reveling in his eyes locked on her mouth.  “Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about those lips?  I wanna see those pretty thick lips…” He tilted his head, eyes locked on her mouth.  “All over me.”  

Her body ignited.  Wet did not even begin to describe what he’d just done to her with just his words.  Her knees felt weak at the mental image of placing her lips over his most delicate parts.  

“Are you ready for me?” he questioned.

“Yes.” She panted as he tightened the grip in her hair.  Kissing her hard, his tongue plunged into her mouth finding her own.  Nina felt on the verge of coming just from that penetration alone.  He broke away from her, leading her to the doorway of the bedroom, leaving her standing there alone.  He quickly returned with red satin ties in his hands.  

  

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           The night was as sapphire as the blue of my dress. When I entered into the local coffee shop called The Brew Brothers, the grinding of coffee beans in an espresso machine met my ears, and the earthy, chocolatey aroma became the essence of my mouths desire. And cream. And I wasnt thinking about the kind that would swirl in my coffee. 

           Sitting at a table that was far enough from the entrance but near enough to where Dayita could see me when shed walk in, I looked at my watch. I told her to meet me at eight o’clock on the dot. Not a second less or later. It was 7:59 P.M. My lips curled with satisfactory delight, when Dayita arrived precisely at eight on the dot just as I expected from her. 

            Good, I thought. She looks to be a very promising sub already. 
            When my eyes first glanced at her from my seat, I couldnt help but slide my tongue over my lips and smudging my cherry-red lipstick in the process. And not giving a flying fuck to re-apply it again for first appearances sake. Dayita was worth the minor imperfection. Seeing her in pics where she was gagged, tied up or being spanked was always a pleasure, but in the flesh, I mouthed, 
            Wow.
            She was looked as sexy and alluring, in her tight-fitting black jeans, red buttoned-up blouse and leather jacket, as she did in her leather pony play gear, bottom-less vinyl mini skirt, and leather O-ring embellished corset. Dayita was so tame and demure in person, it made her darker, kinkier side–the one that I knew all too well already–even more incredibly hot. Thats because I knew better. She was a freaky deaky woman like me. 
            When she approached me, I stayed in my seat, looking at her. 
            Hi, Lisa. Nice to meet you! she spoke chirpily with a smooth and seductive Indian accent, and flashed her bright white megawatt smile at me. 
            You arrived just on time. Good girl.
            And boy, wasnt she ever. She was extremely good-looking, she truly was an Indian beauty: curvy and full-figured and dark-skinned as well, as dark as the coffee we were about to drink at any moment now. It was going to be extremely hard for me to not think about drinking her as we sat down
to drink our hot, oh so hot, cup.







Masturbation Monday No. 31

Nichy grabbed her bag, and everything fell out. She was a little tipsy after work, she had had two and a half vodka gimlets. Gavin was close enough when he squeezed in the booth next to her that, she could smell the beer on his breath.

It was Friday night, and it was the usual after work cocktail hour. But this time it was different. 

This time Gavin came.

He came at the last minute, he was not even going to walk in but Renée saw him outside and she rapped on the window. It was raining cats and dogs, so he came in. Wet. The only free space was where Nichy’s bag was, so she moved it. His wet body was beside hers, and now she was even tipsier, but it had nothing to do with her first vodka gimlet at that point.

He was so close she could smell his breath and his aftershave.

“Sorry, I am getting you all wet!” Gavin said.

Nichy smiled, and sipped the remainder of her vodka gimlet.

“What are you drinking? I’ll buy you one…”

Nichy licked a drop of vodka gimlet off of her lip.

“Vodka gimlet, but you don’t have to…”

“I keep messing up your life. Holding your elevators, getting you wet…”

Nichy shook her head.

“I’m good,” she said, shifting in the booth.

Conversation drifted in and out between shop talk and weekend plans, she did not talk much because she was nervous as hell. Plus the heat of his body, and his dampness against her made her want to touch that curve of her clitoris that she always wanted to touch when she looked at him. Their drinks came over on the same tray. 

Renée leaned over, and smiled at Nichy, 

“What are your plans for the weekend doll?”

Nichy liked Renée a lot, she was warm and genuine and always tried to make everyone feel special. She secretly loved her now, for being the reason why Gavin was sitting next to her.

“Nothing much, just enjoying the time off…”

“Me too, how are about you Gavin?”

“We are going on a short weekend trip…” 

Nichy did not hear the rest of what he said. We, she knew what that meant. She asked for a third vodka tonic.

“I got it,” Gavin said.

Nichy looked at him, she realized that even if he was a we, he was still so sexy, and when she crossed her legs she felt how much she agreed with that assessment.

“No,” she whispered putting her hand over his, feeling the soft hair that was on the top of his palm.

“I made you wet,” he repeated.

Nichy grinned, and slowly placed the hand that was on the top of his on her thigh. She slowly moved her hand over the length of her thigh.

She did not finish the third vodka gimlet. Gavin got up, explaining he was driving early.

“For you…” he said and forced a bill into her fist.

“Thank you,” she said, grabbing her bag and everything fell out. Gavin helped her pick everything up. He had his hand on every other thing in her bag. “Thank you.”

Gavin left, and she held out her hand that had been on top of his. She could still feel him there.

She still felt him there even after she went home, closed her door and pressed her back to it.

Dropping her bag on the floor, she let herself touch that spot that she always wanted to touch when she saw Gavin. Now that she had had more contact with him, and knew how he smelled and knew how he felt. Knew the heat of his body…now it was hard not to touch herself and not think about her hand on top of his now rubbing her slick nub. On the train she had had to be careful not to cross her legs, because she knew she could make herself come that way. So she sat with her legs apart. Waiting. Waiting patiently to come home, so she could rub herself in that tiny circular way she did along the side of her clit and make herself come.

She was grinding into her hand, and caressing her full breasts. She let her hand move from around the side of her breast, to hold its fullness and then let her hand trail over her stomach dipping into her navel. Her finger moved there in tandem with her other finger. Nichy slid down the door, her hand moving faster and faster between her legs. Her finger dipped inside of herself like a fountain pen dipping into ink, her finger fully coated with her wetness and she spread her legs all the more. She felt a run along her stockings, and did not care as she caressed her velvetesque lips until she came. Nichy felt the whisper of Gavin’s hand under hers one more time, and finally pressed her legs together. 

Nichy got up, and wobbled a bit–tipsy from vodka gimlets and lust…

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“You are in control,” Sally said.

“Details, please.” Though his manner was brusque, he was simply offering her the standard line that all parachuting professionals at Good To The Last Drop gave to their first timers. There were a lot of things to keep straight when performing this sport.

Good To The Last Drop’s company literature referred to these as tandem jumps.

“You have control over the main and emergency chutes. I will be tied to you.” The rigs were something right off www.ExtremeRestriants.com but made for more than play. Buckles and straps made from solidly designed synthetics and leather. Hers were tight across her torso, with lines that slung around her shoulders and beneath her breasts and between her legs. The world’s tightest hug, comforting and compassionate. Just being in her current rig brought her warm squirmies. And soon she would be strapped back-to-belly against her man, and then the two of them would be plummeting through the air together, hoping that the primary or emergency parachute would work. “We go out together, and we arrive together. My life is in your hands. You,” she repeated, “are in control.”

He flushed with power as she said this again, color burning across his pale cheeks and forehead. He glanced back toward the cockpit, separated from this rear area by a flimsy looking sheet stretched across a curtain rod. Roy had called this “the privacy veil,” and explained that it was a mostly ineffective barrier between the crew and the folks, which allowed those mind-changers to “bitch out without 100% embarrassment.” Of course, the crew would know when they landed, but there was no real razzing. The shame was born internally. “Cowards die a million times before their deaths,” Roy had upped Shakespeare’s famous line, “the valiant taste of death only once. And even then, we miss out on the flavor.”

“You,” she said a third time,” are in charge.”


 

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           He ran his hand along the side of her body, walked around her and continued on to her other side. When he walked around for the second time, he paused to cover her eyes with a blindfold. Instantly all sensations intensified by tenfold: the rope hugging her, his hand touching her, her exposed cunt and her submission. Craig stood between her legs and touched her cunt, slowly pushing a finger inside.

            “You are wet and ready, sweetheart. Are you horny?”

            “Yes,” Nicki said blushing a bit. “I am.”

            Against her expectations, Craig positioned himself between her legs. Firmly, he sucked on her clitoris. It did not take her long to climax, with his mouth still covering her button. He alternated between licking softly and sucking hard, until she climaxed again. The position she hung in did not give her any room to move, as yet another climax followed with his lips still tightly sucking her clitoris and his finger deep inside her.

             There was a knock at the door. Embarrassment! Shock! Nicki tried to wriggle and close her legs, but only managed to swing slightly in her suspension. She wanted to speak, but Craig had already walked to the door and opened it. A male voice filled the room, and a shiver of shock ran down her spine when she heard her husband’s words.

               “She’s ready for you.”



  

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