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Flaunt

“That was a lovely party,” Cleo said.

Eliza had invited Cleo to her apartment. She liked working from home because it gave her time to be with Bibi, who she was holding up in her arms and she could invite colleagues if she liked.

“Thank you,” she said kissing her daughter’s forehead as she did, and Cleo looked at the baby like she was enchanted somehow.

“Bibi is such a lucky little girl, she has you and Rafe as parents and Oscar is a devoted godfather,” Cleo’s smile lingered and Eliza’s eyes widened, she certainly had not meant to flaunt her relationship or Bibi’s relationship with Oscar. 

Thinking about Oscar, she felt a hot flash between her legs. She thought of him making love with her before they lit Bibi’s cake, and how insane it had been because they had not thought about being caught. She thought how she had had to have him right then. She remembered him between her legs, and she felt the heat in her cheeks as she answered,

“Yes, Bibi is a very lucky little girl.”

“Clint and I have been trying to have a baby, but we have not had success yet,” Cleo’s eyes darkened, and Eliza protectively held her daughter. Suddenly, she wondered if Cleo was resentful of her. She had thought she was a friend, but now she was not so sure. 

They continued to work after she put Bubi down, and it was like nothing had happened. But she wondered if the other woman thought she was flaunting her life? She certainly had not meant to do that. 

If Bibi was lucky, so was she. Rafe was also a doting father as well as husband, and she loved him so much. Could not imagine life without him. But she also could not imagine life without Oscar, and she did not feel sorry about that at all.

She loved them both so much…

 

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All of the Drama — Flashback

Next week, will be Mathilda meeting Harry—this week the last time they met…

Sabrina was silent, she wanted to pretend she was a shadow. Harry jumped out of the bed, erection bobbing and wrapped his arms about her. From there, she turned from a shadow to stone. His warm body felt like ice to her, because she was shocked and because she had not been with him for such a long time.

“Sabrina,” he said, looking in her eyes. She looked at him, and beyond him. “I thought you left me, I thought I was alone.”

She supposed she could not fault him for feeling like that since she had not spoken to him in over a month. She had not answered anything he sent, and had been sleeping with Graham the entire time.

“Yes, I am just keeping Harry company,” Harry’s curvaceous partner padded over to them, and put her hand on Sabrina’s. Harry looked at the woman like she was a ghost, and Sabrina remained stony.

“This is Charlotte,” Harry stated as if he had to. “And yes she is just here because you were not.”

“You’re beautiful,” Charlotte said, standing before Sabrina. Sabrina stared as Charlotte moved in closer and closer. Their kiss was soft, and Sabrina felt compelled to put her arms about her.

Sabrina had no idea what she wanted right now emotionally, but sexually with this saucy woman and Harry who she had missed and craved was too tempting for her to say no.

Unlike the foursome that they had had with Gui and Carole with the mirror overhead, the mirror was to the side as she watched Charlotte slither like a python between her legs, all of her curves on view as she did. The mirror captured the dark desire between Sabrina and Harry, as he took her from behind. Charlotte worked herself over thoroughly, as the animalistic coupling took place shifting her on the bed. Harry felt like he always had inside her, but so removed from him he looked different. Even as her body trilled from the resounding way he made her come, she knew that she would not stay there after.

There was nothing to talk about.

It was a dark symphony, as her trilling still from orgasm body shakily rose from the bed. Charlotte still slithered on the covers, and Harry looked and sounded thunderous as he said, “No!”

In the mirror, it looked like a pornographic opera that would never take centerstage at the Met, but was more dramatic than anything that could ever be presented there.

 

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Motivation and Wishes

Eliza’s motivation when she invited Oscar over to the party, and in general up to this point was she had wanted him to be close to Bibi. She was not completely sure that he could not have been her daughter’s father but she knew how she planned on raising her.

But Oscar had not resisted in calling her on it over and over again—his speculations about it. But none of that mattered now as he pressed her to the wall in the dark room, slipped inside her and she could not catch her breath from the shock and the pleasure. They made love like a detailed mechanism engineered to perfection. Their bodies moved as if they were meant to do this together all the time and they moved like they like a sleek, shiny machine.

But with feeling.

He did not let her go as they moved apart, and he made her look at him so she looked into his eyes disheveled and still breathing heavy from their lovemaking.

“Eliza…” he breathed, and kept looking at her. 

“I have to go back—the cake…”

Eliza adjusted her clothes and her hair and kissed Oscar before she walked out the sound of her heels like thunder in the otherwise silence and went to get the decorative cake. It was multi-colored and said Bibi with flowers. She put a multi-colored candle on top, and walked out into the dimmed room that lit up when she walked in. Oscar and Rafe were with Bibi, who squealed when she saw her as she always did when she saw her mother. Cooing and laughing, she glowed like a little angel over the cake as she, Oscar and Rafe blew out the candles on the cake. 

What wishes had been made? Eliza mused as the sweet birthday smoke hit her nostrils.

 

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When Harry Met Mathilda…

Mathilda only went to the club because she was bored. Not for any other reason. She did not even want to be touched that night, but it had not prevented her from looking.

The club catered to voyeurs and maybe she was sort of one, but her interest here was really just to go to a different place than she had been going to. She had exhausted all of her options at her regular haunt, and it was just truly exhausting to be there. 

Tonight she sipped Montepulciano, and watched couples move together in the light and the shadows. There was one man, she couldn’t quite describe it but he drew her to him. Maybe it was the vibe he gave off like he did not want to be there. He was sitting with several other men, and he watched everything that was going on. And she got it—business trip and the mandatory pit stops that required a strip club or a place like this. 

This man was literally face to face with two women licking each other like ice cream. It was rather sexy to watch the two curvy women go at it. They made it look so real, like they could not keep their hands off of each other.

Harry used to tell her about stories like this when they were together. They would watch porn with stripper themes after sometimes, and he would look vacant while she tried her best stripper moves on him to entice him. It always worked, and she always ended up being rewarded with the pleasure he had not displayed on his business trips or before the porn.

Mathilda had enjoyed sex with Harry so much, she had loved him and maybe if things had not gone the way that they had she would have stayed with him.

Stayed for once and not run away from her life.

She put her glass down, and suddenly the bored businessman turned around.

Mathild dropped her glass, and the crash of glass did not make anyone really stop. Except for that man.

Harry…

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One Year Old

It was her own fault, she had let it happen.

It was Bibi’s birthday party, and the secret that Eliza learned was that that young it was really just an adult party. She and Rafe catered the entire thing, and there was flowing liquor which made everyone happier.

She was starting to work from home, so she even invited some of her coworkers to the party and it was lovely. Bibi looked like a doll,  and she enchanted everyone. She looked like a mini her, and it was clear that Rafe doted on their little girl. 

And Oscar, he was her godfather and was as easy with her daughter as if she was his. She saw Bibi, on his lap, and Oscar’s love for her was so obvious.

Eliza turned to tiptoe out of the room, but Bibi went exposed her and she could not help but pick her up and kiss her belly which made her squeal with delight. 

Oscar stood up next to her,

“She is beautiful, just like her mother.”

Eliza smiled, and handed her baby to Jeanne who had walked into the room. She was going to follow her sister and daughter, but she felt Oscar’s hand on her shoulder.

“I have to ask you again Eliza, is she mine?”

Eliza swallowed and looked up at him. She could smell the soft Laphroaig on his breath, and his hand dug into her not with pain but with passion.

“Rafe is my husband and her father, I told you that.”

“Eliza—” he started, but then moved his hand and kissed her neck.

She couldn’t take that from him right then, but he kissed her and sucked on the soft skin there. Eliza closed her eyes, and imagined how many times she imagined if she had married Oscar and he was Bibi’s father. Not because she did not love Rafe, but because she could have made that happen.

She did not.

“Oscar—”

“I need you,” he breathed, and she heard him unzip his pants. 

That sound was Pavlovian, she wanted what it meant so much. In the dark corner of the apartment, it was just the two of them and she wanted it.

He always made her world spin, but she did not want it to spin out of control…

 

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A New Chapter

Mathilda had on a lovely dress for the ball–well it was a small ball at the hotel bar nothing special but it was a new year/new you. Although she had already had a new self, she was happy to expect even more for herself for the new year.

“Are you alone?”

Mathilda turned around, and there was a man  hovering over her.

“Are you?” she countered.

“Not if you join me.”

Well,” she stood up. “I am my own date tonight, and I want to keep it that way.”

“But what about when the ball drops?”

“We are not in New York, so that does not matter. Whatever it is they do here it doesn’t matter either.”

She walked away from him, and could feel him watching her so she gave him something to see.

Mathilda did not want to be alone when the ball dropped, she wanted to be with the person she loved the most–herself–but that didn’t mean that she could not bring her memories with her.

Alone in her hotel room, she remembered having a threesome with Harry, Carole and Gui. The mirrors above them and their bodies squirming about, and all attached with each other by one orifice or the other. She remembered watching Harry and Gui, and how it turned her on to watch them make out.

Sometimes she thought about Harry, how much they had meant to each other and how now…what could she have expected from him when she knew he was a voyeur regardless of any other crimes he may have committed?

But she had loved him watching her, and he would not have joined him watching her now with her dark hair about her and her eyes focused on herself in the mirror. He could pretend she was looking at him, and he would reach for himself like he had when they were neighbors.

Before she moved in. 

That was when all her troubles began–when she invested. 

She panted, as she came thinking about committing. It was lovely in theory but it never worked for her in reality.

 

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Stars On Top

A throwback to Christmas Past!!! Rafe and Eliza are enjoying Bibi this year—and Oscar!!! Jeanne is enjoying being her aunt…look for a new story about Jeanne soon…

Eliza felt it had been enough time, enough time that she had spent brooding and Oscar made her realize that she definitely wanted to try to make up with Jeanne. She was not sure if Jeanne was going to want to even talk to her, after the scene that she had made at the bar.

But Jeanne surprised her.

She arrived at the cafe where they first met, and she had her hair up and wore her glasses. Jeanne also wore glasses, and had her hair up. They giggled when they saw each other. Jeanne got up from the table, and Eliza was not sure if they were going to hug each other or not. Eliza walked over to her, and curtly kissed her cheek.

Jeanne kissed her back in the same manner, adjusted her glasses and gave her a wan smile.

Eliza sat down, and as soon as she did the waitress walked over with a glass of the wine that she has always loved when she was there. She smiled at the waitress, and raised her glass to Jeanne.

“Thank you for agreeing to see me, I know that we did not end on good terms.”

“You are my sister, I was not a prize that night either. I did not have to flaunt my relationship…”

“I am happily married Jeanne, it should not matter to me. You are my sister, that is what should matter. Can we start over again? Can we try to start over again?”

Eliza studied Jeanne, whose face did not go hard but pensive.

“My mother was like my sister,” Jeanne paused and before she continued, Eliza noticed whenever Jeanne was emotional her accent became very French. “But she was still my mom, and I have very close female friends and as close as we are I am not sure I ever thought about them like sisters. I am sure I have room in my heart for a sister. It would be the star on top of all of my female relationships right now.”

Eliza smiled, and felt her eyes water. Jeanne wiped a stray tear.

“I already love you Eliza, I spent all of this time with you, before this all…” Jeanne waved her hand absently, and picked up her wine. “You’re my blood.”

Eliza picked up her own wine, and clinked it with Jeanne’s.

“I love you too,” she said and meant it.

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Love ‘Em and Leave ‘Em

Mathilda liked being alone—until she did not. 

She was very good with her fingers—she knew how to make herself swoon. But there was a point when she wanted someone else.

The bar downstairs from her hotel room was upscale. With a glass of wine by her lips, it was easy for her to seduce her object. 

There was a man, sitting in a suit. He looked like he was put out and was reading the Wall Street Journal. It turned her on to see a man who was so wound up. She looked at him, just once with her glass to her lips, and her tongue thrust out.

He looked at her, and she knew he was interested. 

That was all she needed.

Blondes supposedly had more more fun, but with dark hair, Mathilda found she was not having a problem. She was so secure with this man’s interest that she actually gor up and left the bar. Left her wine glass kissed with her lipstick and she was going to be gone.

When she felt a hand on her back, she turned around not at all aurprised to see her guy there still clutching his Wall Street Journal.

“Excuse me,” he started,and she smiled. 

“Yes?” she said, feigning surprise.

“The market dropped, and I could use a lift. You are a beautiful woman, and I saw you across the way…can I convonce you to stay? A glass of wine?”

“Maybe…”

Mathilda rode him like a champion. It aroused her, her hair shook about her shoulder and him groaning with pleasure beneath her… Happily it was his hotel room, and ahe was not going to have to ask him to leave.

It gave her such pleasure to take her pleasure and leave.

That was all she wanted…to love them and leave them.

Such pleasure in leaving…

 

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Naughty and Nice

Eliza felt her bottom shake after Rafe smacked it. She was on her knees on their bed, holding the bedpost. He snapped the elastic lace of her panty against her bottom, and she looked back at him.

“Turn around,” he practically growled, as he smacked her bottom again. “and take off your top.”

She pulled the delicate material over her head, and wiggled her bottom at him. Scrawled across her bottom in sparkly script were the words “Naughty and Nice.”

They had made love a few times she had Bibi, but this was the first time that they were doing something this kinky. They of course had played with kink, but she needed something more intense. Maybe it was her headset after having her daughter, but she wanted something more intense, she asked Rafe to spank her not with his hand but with his belt. 

He pulled her close to him, and she could feel him hard against her bottom before he spanked her with the belt and she gasped.

She gasped until he was done, and could taste her own mucous from her tears because she was letting him spank her this hard. 

Because the pleasure:

He pulled her close and rubbed the wetness between her legs to soothe her, and all she wanted was more from him.

She looked at him again, her eyes imploring…

 

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Good Loving

Mathilda had been surrounded by various bodies, and she realized that that was her superpower at the moment—that she was free of attachments. She was not with anyone, and for a woman like her that was an accomplishment.

But even if she was alone, that did not mean that she did not crave good loving. In her new hotel, as soon as she saw the gorgeous bedding she knew she was going to have a good night!

Alone!

When she slipped under the covers—naked—she felt her labia quiver with anticipation for the action to come. Dimmed lights and the skyline of the city she was in—which was not one that everyone knew but still lovely—was the background as she rolled around the sheets. The luxurious material against her naked body made her want to touch herself but she knew she would come too soon if she immeadiately touched herself. But the quivering was so intense, that she just pressed her hand against her wet skin between her legs, and lie on her back, her buttocks spread so that her anus contracted and she had barely started. Her nipples were hard as soon as she touched them—as she knew they would be.

Pulling the sheets over her, she submerged into just the realm of her own sensation. A finger stuck in her belly button felt as erotic as anything—every part of her that she touched was so sensitive. Touching her nipples was a way that she could have her release, but she knew that she wanted to touch her core. It was so sweet when she did. She was so wet, it was almost too easy for her so she made herself almost come—and then not almost and then no.

It was like being lost at sea, rising and falling. Rising and falling. She thrust the seats of of her, and saw her naked body and the rough pleasure she was giving herself which made her rise, rise and fall.

Naked and spent, she looked at herself in the mirror with a smile. It was good to see her own pleasure.

It felt like she had forgotten…

 

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