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Reprise

Eliza felt like the luckiest woman on earth. She and Oscar had ended up in the cafe where she first saw him with Chloe. She wondered if it was a haunt of any of the guests that had been there that day—who might have seen him chase her into the bathroom then?

Today would be a reprise then for those lucky few or many.

The cafe was a favorite because they served amazing food and especially coffee. A brand that her favorite museum used, and why she sat there for hours after she looked at her favorite pieces.

Oscar grinned at her expectantly. She sipped her coffee like it was her last one, before licking her lips. He looked at her lips, her breasts and it was hard to tease him like this but she could not help it.

They knew what they were there for.

She crossed her legs, and kicked him truly accidentally under the table. He took her ankle in his hand, pulled off her heel and caressed her foot under the table. He was not a fetishist, but he knew every part of her and how to play her.

Eliza closed her eyes, and he absently rubbed her foot in a way he knew would make her literally melt. She was limp and practically unconscious from the persistent pressure of his fingers in just that place.

“Are you ready?” he said, as she searched for her shoe under the table and followed him to the bathroom.

Return to the scene of the crime.

The lovely bathroom had not changed except for the soap–which was now guava and not papaya scented.

“I should make you wait you tease, but that would only be spiting myself,” Oscar grinned at her.

Eliza wrapped her arms about his neck and kissed him. His kiss was amused but serious, as he slid his hand under her dress. This time by the sink they had sex. Oscar lifted her chin to make her look in the ornate mirror—at herself gripping the edge of the sink and him behind her. Eliza could just see his nakedness around her hips, and she moved her hips faster. She bit her lip but instead of being contorted in pleasure, there was mischief about her countenance.

Yes, she was the luckiest girl in the world—Oscar had finally come around. This was what she always wanted, even if she never told him and it was just a fantasy.

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Flashback: Heavy

Damaris has been the star for the last few weeks, but don’t forget Nyla!!! Here is a flashback … for next week!

Nyla was exhausted—what else could she be? Her body was heavy with lust, but she knew that Andres was right. If they were together she would be his, and she was terrified of that. Not of him, but of getting close to someone and not knowing where it was going to go again…if they would die.

She looked into his eyes when he told her she would be his, and felt the heat in her eyes match his. It was so easy to swoon, and touch herself at that moment. Her fingers between her legs, and then up toward her breasts. Nyla could barely stand, she was so heavy with lust and she wanted Andres to touch her. Anywhere.

He let his finger dawdle between her breasts, but as much as Nyla leaned into his touch, she knew he was not going to give into her.

“I want you, but not like this,” he sighed. She looked down, as he pulled her to him. “When we are together, there should not be sadness or any other conflicting emotions. It should just be.”

Nyla pulled away from him, and looked up into his eyes. She knew he wanted her, but she would not push him.

Then.

As heavy with lust as her body was, she moved like syrup to his quarters. Nyla was not sure what she was going to do, but she was there. Through his outside window, she saw him. Large, naked and with his hands on himself, the way she wanted to be-hand, mouth, something! Watching him manipulate himself the way he was, with his eyes were focused on his thick shaft made her swallow hard. That was exactly what she wanted, as he wrung his shaft itself with one hand and caressed his head more softly with the other. The room vibrated with his intermittent moans. Nyla slipped her hand between her legs because she could not help it! What was she supposed to do when he was fucking himself and she could only look?

But when her moans got louder than his—Nyla opened her eyes to Andres walking toward her. His stride was as purposeful and intimidating as it was when he was fully dressed guarding her.

“I told you Nyla…” he started.

“I just want to watch, I promise. I could not stay away from you so I wandered over here. I have no agenda, I would have just as happily have watched you sleep.” Andres smiled, and took her hand. Nyla looked at him, as she gripped him the way he had gripped himself. He helped her move her hand the same way he had, which he had not needed to do. Touching him was instinctual, and she had memorized his movement in that short period of time. “You finish yourself off–go back and finish yourself off. I was not supposed to be here.”

“And what,” he smiled crookedly. “now I am only going to think about you.”

Nyla let her fingers linger between his breasts teasingly like he had done to her moments earlier.

“What were you thinking about before?”

Andres full out grinned, as he walked back to his bed, Nyla grinned at the view of him from the back, before he sprawled onto the bed like he was before. There was something a bit more lascivious about that sprawl though, as he looked at her and grabbed himself again. Hot and wet, Nyla did not dare touch herself.

This was his show.

He watched her as he started, and Nyla held his gaze even though it felt like she was taking away from his performance. But when he got into it, he was in his own world. He used the same movement masterfully with intermittent variation and mlike any great concerto he knew his winning notes. At his grand climax, Nyla watched him erupt and felt he deserved a thunderous applause.

But they were both silent, the only sound was their audible breathing and silent desire unfilled…

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Retreat

Chloe swung her hips delicately to the Amy Winehouse version of “Girl From Ipanema,” while they were at Retreat— a new pop-up bar created to promote a PR campaign her friend was running. Eliza watched as Chloe held Oscar’s hand, and bumped her hip with Rafe’s.

Eliza and Rafe had been monogamous since they got married, but they never said that their marriage would not be open. Eliza could tell that Chloe had an attraction to Rafe, and that he did not mind.

As for herself, being around Oscar all of the time did not make her immune to his charms. There were several times that she felt like she and Oscar felt something more than just being friends. From the time that he came looking for her in the cafe, she felt something more between them. Maybe that was why she tried to bring Chloe into the mix, so she would not think about Oscar and herself anymore.

Chloe continued to bump hips with Rafe, and Eliza saueezed his husband’s hand. Rafe looked down at her, and she smiled up at him before she let her gaze linger on Chloe.

Chloe’s dress had no back, and her nipples were on view through the dress so you could see her nipples like small roses through the gauzy material.

Rafe smiled at Eliza, as he put his arm about Chloe’s waist and gently squeezed her backside which made it obvious that she was not wearing any underwear. As if she knew that she was going to be fucked that night. Well Oscar and or Rafe—Chloe was going to get fucked.

Eliza went to the bathroom to look at her face, and in the mirror she saw Oscar’s face above hers like a kind of aura. She spun around to look at him, and realized that she had wanted him to follow her to the bathroom.

“I can’t see you Eliza and either not want to fuck you, or think of having fucked you.” He placed the latch across the bathroom door behind his back without taking his eyes off of her. Eliza looked at him, as he came at her and saw a vintage Rosie the Riveter poster in the corner of the bathroom exclaiming, We Can Do It!” while Oscar proved to her they could do it.

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Cherry On Top

Damaris walked into the restaurant–which was a change for her and Jared. He usually came to her place called her beautiful, and walked out without saying much more to her.

But in the restaurant, he would have to say more to her? She was not sure…

When she walked over to his table, Jared looked up at her, wrapped his arm about her hips and squeezed her ass. She closed her eyes because she was wet as soon as she walked close to the table.

After she sat beside him, he kissed her neck and placed his hand right between her legs without haste. She could tell he was looking to see if she was wet.

She was wet, and parted her legs so that he could do whatever he wanted between her legs –which included him giving her a hand job that made her squirm and stare at the pretty painted lady on the wall holding a cocktail. Damaris closed her eyes when she came, and Jared tapped her leg to let her know she should place them closer together.

“You’re beautiful…” he said, and she clenched her teeth.

With his hand on her back, he ordered for both of them when the waiter came over.

Everything was amazing, every bite was amazing. They both ate with one hand because Jared held her thigh with his hand, and she held her hand over his.

“No dessert,” Jared said to the waiter, as he squeezed her thigh under the table.

Damaris knew she was it.

He led her from the table after he paid the bill. They walked to the elevator bank that led to the rooms that you needed a special key for. Damaris was startled when he cornered her in the elevator.

“Touch me,” he said.

She did, he was hot and hard and she got on her knees immediately to worship him.

He tugged her up by her hair. Damaris looked at him, as he unzipped his pants. She salivated looking at his thick shaft. Tasting it even before it was in her mouth, because she knew how good he tasted.

When the elevator door opened, Jared placed his hand on her back to lead her to his hotel room. Where she would be whipped cream, chocolate syrup and his cherry on top…

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Dinner Party

Rafe smirked at Eliza, and she stuck her tongue out at him. Her focus was on setting the table for their intimate dinner party.

She and Oscar had talked shortly after seeing each other in the cafe. He needed to know that she did not judge him, and she needed to know that they were still friends. Their conversation was extensive, and to show good faith she invited him and Chloe over to have dinner with her and Rafe.

“Everything looks lovely, Liza,” Rafe said, pulling her close to him.

He still held her close when they let in Oscar and Chloe. Oscar held Chloe’s hand protectively, and Chloe smiled shyly as a greeting.

Oscar told Eliza that he had told Chloe about them, and Eliza wanted Chloe to know that she was not a threat. When Chloe sat down, it was clear that Sally or someone had raised a very elegant young woman. Chloe had perfect table manners, and though she did not touch Oscar, but her feelings for him were clear. She avoided looking at Eliza and Rafe, which troubled Eliza.

By dessert, Chloe leaned close to Oscar and he caressed her bare arm absently.

When Chloe got up to go to the bathroom, Eliza followed her. Chloe looked stricken when she saw Eliza’s reflection in the mirror.

“Hi,” Eliza said, making eye contact with the younger woman in the mirror.

Chloe smiled back at her reflection, before she walked past Eliza. Unlike with her Chloe’s mother when she came to her apartment, Eliza took Chloe’s arm,

“I am not the enemy.”

Chloe nodded, and Eliza was not sure that she believed her.

Apparently she did, because that was the first of many couples’ dinners that the four of them had. Chloe began to open up more and more, which made Eliza happy. She even started to talk to Rafe. Chloe’s conversations with Rafe were such that she spent more time with him almost than she did with the rest of them.

Eliza did not mind, she knew her husband was sexy, and she knew he liked the attention as well.

“Are you okay?” Oscar asked her, and she was aware that they were staring at their partners with each other.

Eliza nodded, and Oscar took her hand.

“I know that women are atrracted to my husband, that nothing is wrong with a little flirting.”

“You think they are flirting?” he questioned.

“What do you think?”

Eliza was not sure what to think herself, but looking at Chloe and her husband she was not sure what kind of complication that this would make…

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Afterthought

“Thank you Didi,” Lee had said when he was walking out of her apartment.

She smiled, as she closed the door behind him. Didi was the name that she used for clients, it was a combination of her first and middle name—Damaris Demeter. Lee had made her feel like anything but the goddess she was named after.

And she loved it.

He was sweet as pie when he walked in to see her, slowly leading up to kissing and caressing her. He asked her how she was, and cooed over her.

In the beginning.

This slow buildup led to him asking her if she wanted to get fucked.

“You want to get fucked? Show me.”

Damaris knelt before him, he had already unzipped his pants and she eagerly pulled him out of them. Already wet from seeing the bulge in his pants even before she released him and put him in her mouth, Damaris held him with one hand and played with herself with the other.

Lee pulled his slippery with saliva shaft away from her, and she still licked and kissed his balls.

“Stop. Greedy slut, wait.”

Damaris continued to play with herself, and Lee played with himself. The mutual masturbation was hot, but she wanted him inside her. Sometimes he finished like that, and came wherever he landed on her. He liked watching her play with herself.

Damaris needed more, she pulled one of her breasts out of her camisole to play with as she continued to edge. Between her legs thumped with desire when he picked up a condom. The tiny sound of it as he did, made her such a very greedy slut for him.

He pulled her hair to pull her closer to his thighs, Damaris put her chin on his knee and looked up at him pleadingly.

“Get on all fours now,” Lee said.

He liked her best on the floor, where he spanked her while he fucked her, pulled her hair and called her all kinds of a slut which turned her on to no end. Lee made her ride him, he wanted her to show him how much she wanted him. She always exceeded his need, and sometimes he came too fast, and then he would spank her to punish her for being too much for him.

They would lie on the floor after, as he kissed the back of her neck and tell her how good she made him feel. How much he liked being with her.

And affectionately, he told her she was his slut.

Damaris pressed her cheek to her closed apartment door after he left, thinking about how good it had been. But when she closed her eyes, she was not thinking about Lee anymore…

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Another Song

Eliza decided she was going to sit there for another song, and then she would leave the cafe. It was so hard to leave for the moment. She could not stop looking at Oscar and the Sally lookalike.

They were the most striking couple there, and she was not the only person looking at them. Because after all Chloe–that was her name, right?–did have the wine splashed at her. Oscar caressed and kissed her nonstop at the table tenderly. Even people from the outside peered at them from their window seat.

When the song was over, Eliza stood to get up, and that was when Oscar turned around and saw her. She got up quickly to leave, as he kissed Chloe’s hand before putting it down on the table.

Seeing that the door was not an option, Eliza rushed to the ladies’ room and realized that was not a barrier. They had fucked in a ladies’ room before–he had followed her in there. Not in a stall, Oscar had lifted her up and placed her on the fancy sink before he entered her. She had held onto him for dear life, and recognized that sentiment now in Chloe.

Oscar followed her into the bathroom.

“Eliza,” he began.

She shrugged.

“There is nothing to say, you do not need to say anything to me.”

Turning to look at her face in the antique mirror, Eliza dug into her bag to reapply her lipstick and then look at him.

“I was going to tell you.”

“Why? There is no need.”

“I tell you everything.”

They looked into each other’s eyes for a long time. No words, just looked right into each other’s eyes–almost through them.

“She needs you, go. Tell me later.”

Oscar still looked at her for a long while. Then he took her hand and kissed it, before he walked out of the bathroom.

Eliza decided one more song before she would walk out of the bathroom too…

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Those Three Words

Her job sometimes made Damaris kind of a therapist–it was not just a roll on your back job like most people thought. It was the oldest profession for a reason—the service was needed whether society wanted it to be or not. She easily became Nyla’s number one girl, and it got to the point that she wanted only her regulars.
Including Jared.
He came to see her fairly often, and always told her how beautiful she was. Those were the only three words that he said to her, before he made her melt with sex that was so good she thought about it when she was not with him. That late at night, when she was alone she thought about him and her fingers played her pussy like an instrument that she needed to tune.
Lying on her back now with him, he still licked her like the finest cream. Damaris pulled at the bed sheets with pleasure, because he knew her so well even from their intermittent meetings. He spanked her because she squirmed and cried too much while pushing herself against his face.
When he spanked her, she stilled instantly—he did not need to say anything to her. She obeyed him without words, and came like she was free falling in a dream—kicking her feet about his shoulders and gripping them.
She put her robe on as he kissed the nape of her neck, and pulled her to him. He looked down at her softly—briefly—before he left. Her phone pinged to let her know that he had tipped her. His tips were always very generous, and she wrapped her arms about herself.

Dressed up like she was going on the fanciest date, Damaris looked up at the gorgeous photo of a nude woman from her table. It was late, so she sat at a cushy table all to herself.
She would not be alone for long. As a regular, the staff talked to her and there was always a man that wanted to talk to her. That was what she wanted…
…to talk.
Aside from those three words, Jared never said anything more to her than to tell her how beautiful she was. He made her body feel beautiful but not her soul, and she knew it was dangerous to feel this way about him…a client…
That was what she told herself…

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Swap!!! A Sexy Excerpt from H. K. Carlton

One of the coolest things about writing is meeting other writers. H.K. Carlton is awesome, I love her writing, and knowing her in general. Her re-release Swap is SMOKING!!! You know when you have to have that book right now? Well Swap was that for me, and I am going to share with you!!!

Most of us have been there – the unrequited crush, the fantasy lover who still haunts our dreams. Usually that longing disappears from our lives, and the unbearable need fades to a bittersweet memory. But for Hailey Hollinger, things are not so simple. The object of her secret affection is her husband’s older brother.

 

Excerpt

We paid the bill, then headed for the truck. 

In the parking lot, he handed over the keys.

In a moment of sheer insanity on my part, I threw my arms around his waist and gave him a squeeze. “I really am proud of you, you know.”

He placed his arm around my shoulder and he pulled me closer. I felt his chest rumble. “Thanks, Hails.” 

We slowed our progress, as if neither one of us was in any hurry to get to the truck. I laid my head back against his shoulder. We walked to the passenger’s side of the truck and I hit the remote on his key fob, unlocking the doors. I opened it for him. He laughed. “I’m supposed to get the door for you.” 

“Oh, I thought that was just a shotgun thing, not a chivalry thing. A woman can open the door for a dude, ya know,” I said with mock impatience. “Just get in.” 

He turned to face me and, to my surprise, he reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. “You’re really lame, ya know?” He laughed at my expense.

“I think that’s an eighties catchphrase. And yeah, I know I’m lame, but you love me anyway.” I tossed his words from earlier back at him.

But his smile slipped. “Yeah. I do.”

Something in his voice made every body part I owned turn liquid. In my head, I rushed to tell myself that he meant like a brother and that he’d had a few beers, but his next words stopped my thought process cold.

“You might be the only thing I’ve ever envied about my little brother.”

He moved his hand to the side of my neck and grazed my cheek with his thumb. Then his lips were there, hovering just inches from mine, as if he were seeking permission. My senses swam with the possibilities.

I pounced, seizing what might be my only opportunity to kiss him. I didn’t hold back—he experienced the full-on, ravenous impact of years of worship and sexual fantasies that had run the gamut from sweet, innocent eighteen-year-old’s kisses to the tantalizing nocturnal fantasy that I’d created just the night before.

I flattened my chest against his, trying to get inside his coat. He spun me around, and nudged me onto the seat of the truck. I didn’t want to separate from his lips afraid that if we lost contact he would call a halt to this. So, I fisted my hands into his shirt and hauled him in after me. I opened my legs, encouraging him between them.

When he followed, I crabbed toward the driver’s side. My shoulder hit the steering wheel. I released his shirt long enough to grope for the tilt-steering lever. I pushed the wheel up to give us a little extra room. He was not a small man. The thought shot another little thrill through my already highly sensitized body.

He reached backward with one arm, trying to close the door, but I pulled him toward me with all my strength. I wanted to get as much as I could before he put a stop to this. I knew he would. He was too nice a guy to let this happen. What did that say about me?

“Let me get the door,” he said against my mouth. His breathing was choppy and heavy.

I released him long enough so that he could reach behind him. The door clicked and I didn’t even have to coax him back—he was there and kissing me. I strained to get closer to him. He settled his hips between my thighs. His thick erection prodded my entrance through my jeans. I rubbed my aching cunt shamelessly over his rock-hard cock. I was soaking wet.

Needy sounds erupted from the back of my throat. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything, and at that very moment I didn’t care about anything else. Not Brent. Not Cheryl. Not even the fact that I was probably making an absolute fool of myself. There was one thing on my mind, and that was getting him inside my body.

Impatiently, I yanked at the bottom of his shirt. As I dragged the flannel up his chest, he pushed at my t-shirt. His large, warm palm passed over my ribs. Skin met skin, but it wasn’t enough for me. I let him push my top all the way up, exposing my bra. He smoothed his hand over me, before cupping my breast. I pressed more fully into his hand. My nipple pearled against his palm.

“Mmm,” he hummed, a deep affecting sound. He gave my breast a firm squeeze as he hunted around back for the hooks, but the bra had a front clasp. I made a protest into his mouth as I directed his hand back around to the front. He undid my bra, setting my breasts free. He released my mouth, then kissed a slow scorching path down my neck and chest, finally fastening his hot lips around my nipple.

I moaned at the exquisite sensation, arching my back, giving him full access. He growled in return and I wanted to laugh out loud. This was incredible! He swirled his tongue—my nipple tightened into a hard knot, and my pussy contracted. He rocked his hips. I could almost imagine he was inside me. If not for the goddamn clothes between us, he would be. I wanted it. I wanted it now! 

He fluttered his clever tongue, and thrust his hips faster. Christ! I was so beyond turned on, I was going to come, and I wanted him inside me when I did.

I reached between us and undid the snap of his jeans. I grazed my fingers over the tip of his smooth cock with one hand, while unzipping his pants with the other.

All of a sudden, he blocked my hands, and released my breast. 

“Hails!” He gasped for breath.

And there it was. He was too good a guy to let this happen.

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