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Fantasy B

Chloe rubbed her eyes because this could not be happening. She was not sure how it had happened–it was a bit of a blur to her–but what she did know was that she was watching the top of Oscar’s head as he went down on her.

She ran her hands through his hair, and the heat of his scalp felt like lava under her hand. When he looked up at her, she melted. His eyes were warm and directed at her.

It was that look they got them into this position, but it was so sincere. They both wanted to be here. He spread her legs wider, kissed the wet with desire skin there and Chloe trembled as she moaned. Oscar caressed her shaking legs.

“I am sorry,” she hissed, out of breath.

“Sorry for what?” Oscar asked, as he moved up to kiss her. His hand was under her shirt, and she placed her hands over his. “What?”

When they broke apart from their kiss, Chloe looked at him, and sighed.

“I want you,” she said helplessly, and he kissed her again.

Chloe was eager to have him inside of her, eager to feel the warmth of him inside of her.

“I want you,” he answered simply.

When he moved to climb on top of her, Chloe surprised him by getting on top of him instead. Looking in his eyes and never looking away, she held him and pushed him inside of her. Full of him and him touching her in just that spot, Chloe started to move. She had never been on top before, but she needed to be on top of Oscar. She needed to let him see that she wanted him in her–how much she wanted him in her. She kept her eyes on him, as she grinded her hips. It made her happy to see that she was pleasing him, made her happy that had she was in control of her own pleasure. That whatever movements she made, was going to enhance their pleasure.

Oscar touched her which she was happy for because she needed him to touch her, and any touch from him made her feel that maybe…he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Tired from riding him, Chloe came with a laziness that made her smile, as he moved her hips for her and made her fuck him harder which made another orgasm burst inside of her. It was too much. She fell over him spent, and he held her close to him.

This was better than any fantasy she had ever conjured about him, but the repercussions were deeper than any of her fantasies.

This was real, and what were they going to tell her mother?!

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Fantasy A

Chloe imagined that she was at work, and Oscar saw her with all of the other interns that he lumped her with when he mentioned her to her mother. He pulled her aside and she was startled, even as she savored the rough grip of his hand on her bare arm.

“Chloe, I just wanted to let you know that I did not mean to lump you or any of the interns together. I mean, I guess I am just so old here and you know. I just …” he smiled. Chloe nodded, he did not have to do this, she felt bad enough and this was not helping. “Chloe…” She looked up at him helplessly. “I especially did not want your mother to know I had noticed you. How could I have not?”

The way he looked at her, and the way his long torso swayed toward made her swoon, but she had to resist it–to make her fantasy last and because it was better for the plot.

“That is not good, no!”

She tried to turn away, but his voice lured her.

“You noticed me too Chloe, I know you did. I have seen you looking at me.”

“No!”

“You never looked at me Chloe?”

He studied her face, and she shook her head weakly.

“No, I never–”

“I saw you looking me up and down. Especially down Chloe. Was there something you wanted to see down there?”

“I never!”

“Come to my office Chloe. There is something I want to show you…”

“I don’t want to see anything…”

Chloe fast forwarded–this was awkward and fumbling and she wanted to get to the good stuff!

On her knees, her blouse and bra off Chloe sucked Oscar expertly. She usually liked older men because maybe she did have daddy issues? She liked feeling younger and cared for with an older man. They usually adored her because she was younger and catered to her.

Oscar as it was, caressed her face and hair tenderly as she sucked his balls. Her mouth taking them in and out with suction but not making any noise. She kissed them, and licked the root of his penis. He tasted so good she imagined, she could not get enough of him.

He squirmed because she was good at what she was doing. But it was when he pulled her face away, and kissed her that she paused.

“I want to taste you Chloe. I want to see how sweet you are…”

Chloe had never had anyone do this to her in real life, and she wanted it. She wanted someone to kiss her there, lick her there and make her feel wanted and beautiful there and everywhere.

Oscar knelt beside her, and asked her to sit where he was. For a moment, Chloe remained on her knees overwhelmed. He looked at her with the warm eyes she had seen over dinner that night toward her mother–Chloe repurposed that with the warm sorrowful look he had given her.

When she sat down and Oscar opened her legs, Chloe sighed in her fantasy and in reality. She placed her hand between her legs just for the warmth as Oscar went down on her in her head. She touched his hair, and he licked her harder reaching for her breasts. He grabbed them, and she thought she was on fire.

“Wider Chloe,” he commanded. “I want to taste your core.”

That was it, Chloe came so suddenly and so hard, she thought she had passed out before rubbed her eyes and curled onto her side.

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Heavy

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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Twisted!!!

It was so twisted!!! Chloe was a speed texter, but she could not even begin to type fast enough to get all of the words on the screen to her best friend!

She had been interning in the same city as her mother for months, and barely even saw her. Her father had miraculously come back into her life, and was spoiling her rotten with her own apartment–and paying for all of her expenses. No complaints from her or her mother! Her mom had had her very young, and had worked very hard to get her own success which meant she was not around a lot. Her mother’s sister had taken care of her, and her mom when she was around. Chloe was not mad, she got her ambition from her mom and she was proud of that.

As was her mom.

But when she went to dinner with her mom to meet her new boyfriend, her mouth dropped. She knew him, he was her office crush. The first time she saw him, she was smitten. He was older than her, but it did not matter–Chloe was starstruck. She never had any interaction with him, and there he was sitting next to her age-appropriate mother. All Chloe wanted to do was crumple up onto the floor, but she had to walk forward and shake his hand.

She had no idea what they talked about after that. Chloe immediately excused herself to the bathroom where she was at a loss for words to type. Before they thought she was sick or something, she had to go back to the table.

“Isn’t it ironic that you work for the same company as me, and I never noticed you when you look exactly like your mother? I guess all of the interns look the same to me,” Oscar frowned, as he realized how that must have come off to her.

Chloe smiled to reassure him, but she was hurt. The internship had just become her real job, and now she had to deal with a crush she could not have anymore. A crush who did not even know she was alive until now.

Dinner remained a din of words she could not remember even though she smiled and answered where she was supposed to–that was all she could do. Her mother hugged her after dinner, and Oscar hugged her to be less formal before she got into her Uber.

Chloe went to her apartment, and lie face down on her bed. She was too upset to cry.

Oscar’s scent lingered with her, as well as the feeling of his hard chest when he held her close to him. She closed her eyes and instead of tears, there were curtain call fantasies about Oscar that she had to have now–but never again.

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The Queen

Sabrina lie on the bed soaking wet, her body wet from jumping into the pool. Her eyes were wet as well–what was she going to do?

Gráinne caressed her cheek, and Sabrina placed her hand over hers. They looked at each other again, speaking their silent language. No one knew when Graham would be back, so there was endless anxiety.

When she closed her eyes, she felt Gráinne walk away from her. When she opened her eyes again, Andres sat across from her. The combination of excitement and fear that she felt was overwhelming. How long had he been there? Did Gráinne and Paulo know he was there? Did Graham come back?

Before she could open her mouth, Andres spoke somberly,

“There was an accident–Graham was in an accident. They called to tell us, I am here to take you to the hospital. You are his emergency contact.”

Sabrina sprung up. She threw on a dress which felt foreign to her, because she was always naked in the sun these days. Her shoes felt foreign too, because she was always barefoot. The four of them drove to the airport and boarded the private plane to the hospital.

Sabrina arrived, and was taken solo to Graham’s room. He looked up at her feebly, his gorgeous face bruised. She knelt, and kissed his hand.

“My love,” she said, as her eyes filled with tears.

He moved a single finger, so very different from how Andres had and she heard him moan.

She kissed the finger he had moved.

“You are the lady of the house, I need you to take care of things while I am gone. I need you to take care of everything Sabrina. Everything.”

“My love…all of the things for you.”

*** *** ***

Nyla never lingered outside anymore.

She curled into a ball in bed, as she thought about Graham and the coma he fell into shortly after she was with him. It was hard for her, but she visited him every day to see if there was any change, and then there was a change.

He died.

Now all she wore was black, and lie in bed when she was not taking care of his business. His business which she had run from, was now hers–he left everything to her. It was clear to her that she had to reinvent herself.

Again.

She was not Sabrina anymore, her new name as the queen was Nyla.

Nyla was the queen of this business and this house.

She kept her servants–she let them know that right up front. Andres and Paulo were even more essential to her, because she was a targeted woman. Underground, she was a woman that had a great deal of power. There was no way for her to get rid of it now, there was nowhere for her to run right now.

Not yet.

Andres and Paulo accompanied her everywhere. Including her daily visits to Graham’s grave. She placed a bouquet of roses there herself daily. The drive there was long, and Andres and Paulo sat on either side of her for the duration.

When she returned home, Gráinne literally had to bathe and dress her. Nyla lie on her side, and cried after.

There was nothing she was happy about, her life was a maze of doors she had run through and kept running through. Where would she end? She did not even remember who she had been in the beginning.

Then she saw him holding a rose.

“Graham?”

Graham walked toward her. He knelt beside her this time, and held her hand like she had held his the last time she saw him conscious.

“My love…all of the things for you…”

“Graham?”

She stood up.

“It is normally tortured souls that stay on earth they tell me, but I was tortured. I remembered you too much. So they let me come to say goodbye. Goodbye my only love, and you know there is love close to you.”

“Graham!”

But he disappeared.

“Nyla?!”

Andres ran into her room, and she looked at him dazed and confused.

“Hold me,” she cried.

“I can’t hold you Nyla,” Andres said. “I am not an eunuch.”

Nyla looked at him lasciviously, and slowly pulled off her already thin nightgown.

“Love me.”

She needed him, half of her pain was losing Graham and the other half was she knew she could be with Andres. His thigh pressed to hers in the car made her wet on the way to the cemetery each day, but she could not even touch herself because she felt guilty that she was not mourning Graham enough. Every time she looked at Andres, she wanted him so desperately she feared she would combust.

She mourned her dead lover and the man she wanted with the one breath.

“Nyla,” Andres’ breath was hoarse when he said her name. “You cannot take this back, if this happens you are mine.”

If he resisted her now, she would combust. She played with her breasts, and dipped her finger into herself. He could not tell her no now…

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Jawbreakers

Eliza dressed to the nines for Rafe’s events, he held her to his side and pictures were taken even though neither of them was big on them. Businessmen of his caliber were the object of paparazzi.

Laughter and small talk filled their entrance. Eliza talked to people who she only saw on these occasions, but who were basically best friends throughout them.

Onica was one of those, they laughed like teenagers while they caught up with each other. Eliza stopped laughing suddenly.

She turned and saw Oscar—and Sally. Quietly, she was pleased that Sally was seeing her all decked out and could see her appearance at her apartment was an aberration. But she did not know what Sally may have said to Oscar about their encounter, so she was wary.

Oscar walked over with Sally, who Eliza had to admit was stunning—as she had been when she visited her. Onica squeezed her hand and walked away, leaving her with Rafe. Oscar kissed her on the cheek, and Eliza was sure she was all colors as Rafe and Sally looked on.

“Have you and Sally met?” Oscar began gesturing for an introduction if needed.

“No,” Sally answered, and Eliza’s eyes widened. What? Why Sally lying?

Oscar pulled Sally to his side,

“This is my Sally,” he beamed holding Sally even closer if it was possible. Sally smiled, and looked at Eliza conspiratorially. Eliza smiled because there was nothing else to do, as she held Rafe’s arm.

“This is my husband, Rafe,” Eliza announced happily. Rafe shook Oscar’s hand, and then Sally’s.

The four of them stood there awkwardly as laughter bounced around them. Onica walked back over to them, and it was clear she picked up on something. She was very observant, and launched into a conversation about her teenage daughter and her escapades. Sally laughed,

“Sounds like my daughter!”

Eliza and Oscar turned to look at her. Her own skills of observation were enough that Eliza could tell Sally had not told Oscar about this daughter.

“Teenagers are a handful!” Onica continued. “This is Michaela.”

Michaela was a gorgeous girl who looked like her mother. Sally fiddled with her phone.

“This is Chloe, when she was a little younger. But this is her Instagram where the real pictures are!”

Eliza saw pictures of a young woman who looked exactly like her mother. Well the younger model looked more carefree, whereas her mother looked stressed and anxious. Oscar stared between the pictures of Chloe and Sally. Eliza wondered at how it was going to end that night for them.

Sally flashed to a picture of Chloe with an impossibly large jawbreaker in her mouth, and could not help but think how that image mirrored so perfectly the current tense situation.

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🔥🔥🔥Putting Out All the Fires🔥🔥🔥

Sabrina looked around the pool, everything about the island escape was the same as if she was at the compound—all of the players were there. Gráinne was at her side looking anxious, wringing her hands. Paulo and Andres stood side by side, and the tension was thick.

The only difference was that Graham was there. He looked handsome in his swimming trucks, and she was lucky to be there with him. She was completely nude because she did not want tan lines at all. It amazed her that Graham was so confident that he did not care if she was naked for the gaze of everyone. She did not care either, but she never dared to look at Andres because she was afraid that she might say his name, or something else spontaneous might come out of her.

She got up and walked to the pool. At least she could have that moment by herself of peace there. The water bobbed about her, and she looked up as she held onto the edge. Graham’s phone rang, he got up and went through the sliding doors. It was silent, but there was a collective sigh of relief. Gráinne walked to the edge of the pool and put her toe in, Sabrina did not miss a stolen glance from Gráinne to Paulo though. Sabrina and Andres did not look at each other at all.

Graham walked back out.

“Sabrina,” She walked over to him straight out of the pool. Dripping, she stood in from of him. “I have to go back to the city,” he sighed and caressed from her cheek to her shoulder. She looked down at his hand. “you stay here.”

This was the reason why Sabrina had left Graham the first time. She never even had decisions to make. It was always this is what you are going to do because I said so. She was too tired to argue with him, so she nodded as he kissed her cheek. His kisses when he was in do what I say mode were chaste like he was her daddy–and not in a good way.

Mechanically she followed him into the bedroom, and helped him dress. She put his tie on, and even though it was completely CMNF there was nothing sexual—not even a flash of heat lightning between them.

He grabbed her ass as he walked out, but that was the only thing he did that was even kind of sexy.

Walking back to the house after he got in the car, Gráinne walked toward her, and took her hand. They talked a lot silently–sometimes they needed to, it was their language so that they could say things when they could not say things.

But this was not such a time.

“You have to be careful,” Gráinne said. “I can tell when he knows something.”

Sabrina felt her skin prickle—what did Gráinne know? Could she feel the tension between them? Or was she just really observant, because Sabrina knew something was not right either.

She threw on a thin dress when she returned to the master suite, and her heart caught in her throat as she realized that Gráinne was right. She did not know what it was that Graham suspected, but she had to be careful.

Lying down on the bed, she heard Gráinne in the distance with Paulo.

But not Andres.

She had not looked at him in such a long time—she was frightened to after she almost said his name when Graham was on top of her. Her desire was so palpable that she was afraid to breathe thinking Andres’ name would be a whistle within her breath.

Pulling off her dress in a haste, Sabrina rolled around the bed. Her loose breasts were alluring enough to her fingers, but it was so swollen between her legs as she humped the slightest mound of sheets on the mattress as it was…it was intuitive to place her fingers between her legs. Wet already, it was soothing to slide her fingers around her opening. A quiet moan secreted from her as she just moved her fingers up and down, that was all she needed because she did not want to come right away. She needed to take the edge off a bit, but that was all she wanted to do at the moment.

To take the edge off.

But her whole body tightened when she saw Andres lingering by her window and he stared at her. Rolling around like a cat in heat, she felt her body burn with fire from head to toe. She was terrified!

What if Graham was coming back? What if this was all a ploy to see what would happen if he left unexpectedly? Frightened and silent, she removed her fingers from between her legs and pulled her dress back on.

She had too much to lose to do anything else. Picking up her phone, she saw she had a missed message from Harry and bumped right into Andres who looked down at her somberly.

Sabrina put her phone down, and jumped into the pool to put out all of her fires.

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Wet

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Rituals

It was their ritual, Sally would wait for Oscar in his lobby even though she had keys for his apartment and was practically living with him.

She worked from his place often. This evening, she was sitting in the living room staring out at the gorgeous view of New York City that she had from his apartment window. Oscar was very successful—he looked the role and his apartment looked the role. Even Eliza as his ex fit the role. She was often in the newspaper with candid pictures taken when she was with her wealthy husband.

Sally was not sure what her own life was like. She was here, but she felt like an interloper. This world that had become hers, with Oscar as her pass to everything.

When he opened the apartment door, she looked at him with dead eyes.

“You did not wait for me in the lobby,” he chided.

Sally stood up, and shook her head.

“No.”

Oscar looked at her and without words just held her. There was nothing for her to say to him, she was frightened and she loved him.

There were no words, only rituals to be maintained in the future.

Later

Sally pulled her hair to the side for Oscar to kiss her neck and he did, slowly. He nibbled a bit, and then fully sunk his teeth in. He bit her, but she could taste the blood—feel its warmth and taste the saltiness.

She was resigned, as he continued licking around the puncture making her aroused and terrified at the same time. Placing her hand on her neck, to feel the place where her skin and his lips met she startled.

Gasping deeply, Sally caressed her smooth skin and realized that she had been dreaming, knowing all of the symbolism too well…

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Little Earthquakes

Gráinne put herself together so quickly and elegantly it was like magic. She assisted Paulo, and the two of them stood in place as if it was a theater production.

Wasn’t it?

Andres had already walked away from her, and Sabrina lie in bed watching him take his place beside Paulo and Gráinne.

Graham walked into her bedroom, and looked as he always did impenetrable and formidable in a dark suit. Sabrina realized that she was here, in this theater production because he wanted to keep her safe. Because no matter what else, he did care about her. Her life was such a mess right now but she appreciated that—she did and there was a part of her that would always love him because he always put her life back together. But gratitude was such a price with him. He barely even made love to her anymore. No wonder she was thinking about outsourcing…

He put his suitcase down, and got in the bed with her.

“Nusch…” His breath on her neck was a tickle that did not make her laugh. The gauzy thing she was wearing was like being naked, as he caressed her. “I am sorry I have not been here for you. I want to make up for it.”

The gnawing hunger between her legs increased and she was so wet, but was it Graham? Or was it Andres who was not looking in her direction at all? None of them were, it was almost like they were all indentured servants. They worked all day, and lived on the compound. Real life did not penetrate any of them.

Her included.

“Come on, come with me…” he urged her out of her reverie. She got up, completely unaware what was going to happen as they walked through the sliding doors to where his other servants stood. “I need everyone to please go away, and start preparations as planned. We need to be alone in the meanwhile.”

Everyone walked away, and Sabrina looked up at him.

”What—”

Graham sat down with her on the poolside, and he spread her and the thin material that barely covered her on the lounge chair. Her legs open, he reached for her and she was ashamed how wet she was. They had barely touched, but would that not work to her advantage?

On his knees, still fully suited, he kissed her thighs and tremors went through her like little earthquakes. He detoured to her knees, and made like he was not going to end in his final destination but when his lips touched her damp lips just barely from a recent wax…Sabrina squirmed with pleasure.

Graham’s hands on her thighs, she held his head for soft direction. Moving it just where she needed him to go. He knew all of her secret crevices, and licked them tenderly. Not too eager, not too swift. His tongue around her, and finally in her felt like she was a hive and he was trying to get all of the honey out. His sounds, the clicking because she was so wet and her own deep moans as she moved against his face…

Her eyes were closed for part of it, and opened wide when she came and she bit her lip because she almost did not say Graham…

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