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Blindsided

Eliza had just wanted to be home alone that afternoon. Rafe left after a really lovely night, and she needed the morning to recuperate. She was deliciously sore and content.

When there was a knock on their apartment door, she was startled. She grabbed a knife from the kitchen because after the last time someone came to their apartment with the desire to KILL she was more anxious.

She saw a woman through the peephole that she knew was Oscar’s Sally, because he had shown her pictures of the very beautiful, curvaceous woman that was standing outside of her apartment.

Eliza did not open the door.

Yes,” she said, her anxiety high.

Why was this bitch at her door?

Oscar and Eliza had had a semi-revival of their relationship and then Sally arrived. Eliza knew that she and Oscar would always be friends, that was not an issue. But the smoky way that Sally re-entered his life with barely an explanation to what had gone on before did not sit well with her, and she would be damned if Sally would ruin him.

Hadn’t she herself ruined enough of him? Oscar had picked her up, but she knew that she was more than he had ever asked for. He had been for her too…

“Eliza? You do not know me, I am—“

“I know who you are, can I help you?”

“Can I come in?”

Despite her better judgement, Eliza opened the door but did not let go of her knife.

Sally discreetly surveyed her. despite what her husband told her Eliza just before he left, Eliza was not dressed for company. Her kimono was floral and lovely, but not quite right for company she did not know.

She discreetly surveyed Sally, and did not let go of her knife. She was not going to be blindsided again.

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Filled

Charlotte could still feel herself on her fingers—a mixture of her own come and her cooling saliva from when she sucked it off of them. She kept glancing at her phone to see what Harry was going to say in response to her text. Was he going to say anything? It was taking long enough!

“Ms. Russell? There is a meeting in the west conference room.”

Charlotte really had forgotten she was at work. Putting herself together, she smoothed her hair and opened her door to address her assistant’s instant message.

“Carmen? Was there a meeting on my schedule?” she asked.

Carmen shook her head.

“No, it was added by Mr. Meyer’s assistant. I am not even able to look at the details, but it says mandatory,” Carmen added, with furrowed brows.

“Thank you.”

Running back into her office to grab her tablet, Charlotte headed to the west conference room which was barely used. She had been working on a project with Kenneth, but it was awhile before they had to really think about it. It was a long, dark walk to the room, after a point all she could hear was the echo of her heels walking down the hall.

That was until she was grabbed, just as she was going to turn the knob to enter the conference room.

“Spread your legs, you want to show me your wet pussy? Spread your legs.”

It took Charlotte a moment to gather herself, and realize she was in the stairwell with Harry. But it did not take her long to pull her damp thong aside, and to get on the cool floor below her and spread her legs. She used her tablet’s glare to starkly illuminate her wet pussy.

“Can you see?” she taunted him, and moved her fingers in and out of herself.

“Take your fingers out of there because we both know that is not what you want,” he growled.

Limply removing her fingers from inside her, Charlotte looked up at Harry.

“No,” she said quietly, and placed her fingers in her mouth.”

“Take your fingers out of your mouth, because you know that you do not want them there either.”

No,” she repeated dully.

The sound of him unzipping made her pussy clench. Instead of her two fingers, his dick in her mouth was a better option… When she put her hands on his thighs as she sucked him, he pushed them away.

“No hands,” he commanded, as he moved against her mouth.

Charlotte complied, waiting for him to fill her somewhere else. Harry turned her over and on all fours, she did not need her hands…

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Green

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Primitive

Eliza felt like her own doppelgänger. In the mirror she saw herself sitting beside Oscar, but her hand was in Rafe’s as he kissed it. In the mirror was who she would have been if she was with Oscar, but her hand was in her husband’s as it should be.

Rafe nodded at Oscar.

“I thought you might need me,” Rafe said, taking off his jacket. He picked up the container with noodles and started to prepare a plate for himself, when Eliza softly took it from his hands and made him a plate. She could see that she had pleased him, like in the Sharon Olds’ poem.

He was primitive with her later in bed, and she knew it was a combination of their desire and him wanting to be possessive. She was his, she always would be. How many times had she tried to leave him, only to end up married to him?

She remembered who she was the night that she met Oscar. She was an overwhelmed fiancee—not to say that what she had had with Oscar had not been real.It had been.

But being overwhelmed as a bride did not mean she did not love Rafe anymore. Together or apart, they always had a connection like water turned to blood. She could not imagine life without him—she did not want to imagine life without him. Feeling the heat of his gaze on her, she looked at him in the dark. He did not say anything—he did not have to. The woman on this side of the mirror was his, and there was nothing that needed to be said to solidify that anymore.

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Open Mouth

Charlotte felt like Narcissus looking at herself, and the mirror she held was her body of water. Her body trembled from residual orgasm. She definitely preferred an orgasm with someone else—Harry in particular—but she knew how to work herself better than anyone else did.

Of course she only had to think about Harry, and she was wet. Her pussy throbbed, and she could not sit still. She was at the office so it was a bit daring, but she was so raw with lust she could not be bothered with that detail. All of the words on her paperwork blurred before her, as her desire became heavier and heavier.

Her hand slipped between her legs, she just pressed herself so she could stop the throbbing. Instead, her hand throbbed too and her fingers curled over her damp crotch. Feeling the wet spot, she picked up her phone and let it hover over her. She spread her legs wide, in front of the floor to ceiling window so she could see the wet spot and her glistening pussy lips. Charlotte almost wanted to go straight to video on her phone like a below average movie but she did not. She just intermittently took photos of herself rubbing her wetness, she was so horny she came after she just touched herself without anything at all.

Minutes later, she came again.

And again.

Swollen, open and wet, she slipped her thong over her thighs so she could take a picture of her still pulsing pussy.

Selecting all the photos she had taken–her fingers sweetly musky with her come—she sent them to Harry. Then she parted her mouth, and took a quick shot of her upper lips—equally swollen, open and wet.

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Noodles

Eliza got up from the bed slowly, and wrapped the sheets about her because she realized that she had not thrown them off of her. She assumed that Victoria was gone, and that this was Oscar at the door.

It was mid-afternoon, but he was there because she told him what was going on. He did not bring Sally, and she was thankful

for that when he held her in his arms and put down the takeout that he had gotten for her.

“Thank you,” she said softly into his shirt.

Oscar had not really seen her since the accident, and now her recovery.

They sat and ate Shanghainese noodles together, quietly like the couple in Sharon Old’s poem, “Primitive” although their circumstances were very different now.

Eliza felt so comfortable with Oscar, she loved being with him because he accepted all of her. If she had met him before Rafe, she might not be Mrs. Hughes today but she still loved him as a friend.

“Do you want to talk, or do you just want to eat?”

Eliza looked up at him.

“My life is nothing like what I imagined it would be Oscar you know? Even with you, nothing like I imagined we would be…

He smiled at her, and tapped her hand with his chopsticks.

“Me either.”

“But I am glad we are friends.”

“Me too.”

Eliza continued to eat her Shanghainese noodles. She needed something to fill her because she felt so empty inside. Looking at Oscar, she wondered why he had wanted to see her as well. But she knew he would tell her in his own time. She also knew her being there for him was enough, and maybe he did not want to talk.

This gave her a purpose for this afternoon if nothing else until Rafe came home. Both of them startled when they heard the key in the door, and Rafe walked in with a smile that dimmed.

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Vapors

Charlotte pressed her hand to her head, Harry was lying beside her and his scent…she was like a bloodhound. She would chase him down like a bitch in heat.

Because she was.

She saw the shell he was after Sabrina left the night before, but he clung to her in the midst of it all. Charlotte did not mind being his second because she wanted him so much it hurt, it literally hurt. When she was away from him she often cried–she ached for him so much it brought tears to her eyes.

When he left her the first time before he came back to her now, she was stronger but this time he could not leave her. She could not allow him to leave her again, because she did not know if she would be able to put herself back together again. On the outside she knew she looked so pulled together, but it was all smoke and mirrors.

She was a vapor, but it was his scent aphrodisiacal in its natural form that slipped through the air and into her. Biting her lip, she ran her hand along his skin, its warmth like fire she was not afraid to play with. He stirred slightly, but she did not want to wake him up. She loved the moments before he was awake when she could study him…for the moments when she was not with him so she could remember a random blemish or hair to savor.

That night before Sabrina came, they had been having a particularly randy evening. When they left the bar where they had been the entire evening drinking like they were fucking, he pulled her to the cement staircase they had climbed up and pushed her to the graffiti smeared wall letting her lipstick smear across his mouth and throat. She had just applied another coat mindlessly—like she did not know. Like she was not trying to mark him as hers.

It was dark and Charlotte’s leg lifted like she was a dancer in the dark. She saw their shadows large as they fucked, and she clung to him because she was in a precarious position and because she wanted him so much.

She did not want to let go of him, she was not sure he was good for her mental health…but she could not let go.

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Up Close and Personal

Jeanne started to miss Terrence more and more. Her love for him was solid, but he was away a lot. She did not mind if he was away as long as they communicated with each other frequently. Not all of the time she knew he had a job to do, and did not have time to play with her as much as she might want him to…but she loved the time he could afford her to say hey babe.

She loved when he Face Timed her, or when he sexted her saucily in the middle of the day.

Sometimes if she was working at home on an article she would send him a sexy pic, something to get him going but nothing as good as the real thing—she saved that for when he was with her. But when he was away more and more, she started to be more randy with her teasing.

The curated porn that she watched on Ogler really got to her, because it was exactly what she wanted from Terrence. At night was the hardest because she would really miss him in bed with her, and wanted him so much she could feel his body even if he was not physically with her.

He missed her the same way. They fell asleep Skyping, and she woke up and saw him asleep on the screen. It was such a closeup of him that she saw pores she had not memorized, and when he woke up he saw her. Seeing their faces so close was like porn, until they decided to push the limits of even that. She pushed the strap of her camisole down and he wanted to see more. Even though he was on a screen she felt so vulnerable because she had his full regard. He looked at her hungrily, like he had never seen what she was revealing to him. She wanted to see more of him too.

“I want to see your legs,” she said, and it felt brazen because they had been looking at each other so close up from only the chest up. But he sat up, and drew his legs close to his chest.

Her hand which was already between her legs, clutched herself even more. She did not play with herself, but seeing his legs was so intense visually that she clutched herself where she throbbed.

She was so hungry for him.

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Tantrum

Eliza wanted to stamp her feet like she was having a temper tantrum, and she had never even done that when she was a child.

But what Victoria had told her about her mother and father made her irrationally angry. She was filled with rage, and she had nowhere to place it. She had not said a thing to Victoria about what she felt because she was too shellshocked to.

And she could not say anything to her mother because what was she going to say? She did not want to know what she knew about her mother and father, but she knew and the past was the past.

But she had hid so much of herself from her mother and Rafe’s family for what?! What happened between two people was private, but when children were involved…Jeanne, now a stillborn sister. It was too much.

She wrapped her arms about herself and paced the apartment. Would she tell Jeanne? Would she tell Rafe?

Right then, she looked at her desktop. Oscar’s name was on the screen, she knew he was in China. Memories of Shanghai came back to her. He was there with Sally…Eliza had particular feelings about Sally, but it was not her business to tell her friend what she felt about the woman he loved.

She currently had her own issues that she did not know how to deal with.

Still enraged, she curled up in a ball on her mattress.

“Eliza?”

She heard Victoria’s voice through the door, and she bawled like a baby but it was not a tantrum.

 

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Descent Into Hell

After a plethora of technical difficulties, and losing the post that I wrote for this week…I decided to do a flashback post…the beginning of Harry’s descent into hell…

Harry felt lonely, and that was something that he never really felt. He understood why Sabrina had gone to London, and he was okay with it. But she went away a lot, and he was not one to keep her from doing what she wanted to do…but it did mean that he was alone in the couple they were in a lot.

He knew that he was allowed to do what he wanted to do. Sabrina told him everything that she did, and he had even been involved in a foursome with her, Carole and Gui.

He remembered Carole. He had been startled when she died as well. She had been stunning, there was something about her eyes that made you want to look at her. Her sister had the same thing, maybe that was why when Damaris watched him and Sabrina have sex he did not mind. Maybe he was hypnotized by them, and she looked so much like Carole.

She felt familiar.

When Harry went to the neighborhood bar that night, he was not expecting to find a familiar set of eyes. But there was Damaris, wearing a dress that meant that she wanted to be seen and she sat with her legs crossed in a come-hither fashion. She looked at him, a mildly sardonic smile on her face but he was pretty sure that it was just for show.

She got up and walked over to him. When she stood in front of him, Harry’s smile was heavily sardonic. Some of these people saw him here every night almost with Sabrina—what were they going to think of this?

“Do you have a light?” she asked and leaned toward him.

“You cannot smoke in a New York City bar,” he said to her, picking up a book of matches from the bar. “You have to go outside with it.”

“Are you going to be a gentleman and come with me?”

He followed her outside.

“It might rain,” she said, as he lit her cigarette.
“You caused a hell of shit storm in London, I would think a bit of rain would not bother you in the least.”

Damaris smiled.

“Of course it was my fault, right? A woman can tell when she is not wanted. When she is being used. But it is easy to be fooled when you think you are in love.”

Harry studied Damaris, her damp eyes still were hypnotic but sad at the same time.

He caressed her cheek.

“Do you want to tell me your side of the story?”

“I do not want to talk anymore.”

Was it more of a turn on to walk away from the window of the bar, have the strangers inside and the regulars wonder where he was going with the sexy stranger with the accent? Was that what made him follow her?

“I am staying up the street…” she said walking ahead of him, and he could not keep his eyes off of her body. She knew exactly what you do to keep you looking at her. He looked at the hotel up the street and took her hand. He and Sabrina at times had pondered going there, so they could role play.

The inside smelled like sandalwood, which mirrored Damaris’ perfume. When they walked into her room, she pulled her dress over her head.

“This is how I talk,” she said, slipping her fingers between her legs and smearing her wetness over her belly for him to see…

…her language.

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