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Mentor

After leaving therapy, Eliza went to a very elaborate restaurant as was Victoria’s style. Victoria was a long-time friend of her parents, and a mentor to her when she was starting out in her career. It was Victoria who told her to always go for the highest goal and then higher.

But when she arrived there, Eliza was saw vulnerability about this very influential woman in her life.

“Is everything okay?” Eliza asked after she settled down, as she sipped her wine.

“Everything is fine,” Victoria said, but disbelief filled Eliza.

Eliza nodded anyway. They began talking, and things seemed okay until Eliza mentioned Jeanne. Victoria looked up at her with tear-filled eyes.

“Please tell me what is the matter Victoria.”

Taking a deep breath and putting her hands on her chest as a single tear fell down her face, Victoria sighed.

“This is hard for me to tell you Eliza. I have always thought of you like my own daughter.”

“Well if I did not have my mother, you would have been like a mother to me.”

Victoria reached over, and put her hand on top of Eliza’s.

“I love you, as if you were my own daughter…” Victoria closed her eyes, and the dam of tears in her eyes collapsed, and fell upon her cheeks. “I lost my own daughter, I was pregnant but I could not carry my little girl to term. I only had you left then, so I gave you everything I would have given her even though you were not my blood. But you are everything I imagined my own daughter would have been, and when you tell me about your life I feel so happy. I am glad you have a sister now you love…”

“I do love Jeanne,” Eliza admitted.

“This is hard as I said Eliza, but the daughter I lost was your sister as well.”

Eliza’s eyes widened.

“Your father and mother, and me and my husband at the time…we swapped. You father did not have an “affair,” we all knew. I loved your father, more than my own husband and my husband knew it—why he could not stay. I got pregnant and assured everyone it was my husband’s but it was not.” Victoria took both of Eliza’s hands in hers. “You could have had another sister.”

A smile broke out on Victoria’s face finally filled with tears as it was, but Eliza’s expression was frozen.

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charity via wikipedia

Opera Seria

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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Bitten

Take a bite out of Best Women’s Erotica edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel for yourself!

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Rhythm

Jeanne stared at the painting across the table from her in the restaurant. The rhythm of the woman in the painting made her want to get up and dance, she was so excited to be at the table, because…

Terrence walked over to her with his suitcase on wheels. She leaped up like the woman in the painting, and wrapped her arms about him. He was equally graceful as he let go of his luggage, and wrapped his arms about her. His lips fell warm and soft against her neck, and made her tingle from head to toe.

She had missed him so much, and distracted herself with everything under the sun so she would not fall apart. It literally made her ache the more time she spent without him, and she counted the days and hours until they would be reunited. His body against hers now felt like heaven must.

Jeanne kissed both of his cheeks, and held his face in her hands while he held her hips. They swayed like their own dance for eternity, the spotlights from the restaurant shining down on them.

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rhythm via Mischa Eliot

Flood

It was not like an episode of a television show where the characters faced some harrowing situation that was magically resolved the following week…

This was real life.

The incident with Ingrid was so jarring, it made Eliza realize she was stronger than she thought she was. She had saved her own life. The PTSD and pills were not what defined her, she wanted to manage them And she knew she could not do it alone.

She could not do it alone.

Another night of sleep deprivation, Eliza sat on the edge of the bed bathed in moonlight. The direct moon was like the sun too bright, until Rafe’s shadow eclipsed it.

“Liza?” he said, and the warmth of his body was soothing like the sun but she still felt so cold inside. How many nights had she woken up, him right behind her—inviting—and not been able to say a word? Not been able to articulate what she felt inside? She had told him about Adrien and their missed accident, he knew about the accident they had when she told him about Oscar and no one had been with her for the last accident. She had been alone and broken like the Frida Kahlo painting that Kahlo took of her own accident and how she felt. They had repaired Eliza, but she still felt patched up mentally and physically.

Rafe wrapped his arms about her, and she pressed her back to him seeking his warmth for the cold that she felt inside of her.

She had told him that she was afraid all of the time, anxious all of the time. All the emotions that she felt aside from these feelings that began with the letter A, were two that began with the letter L. Love and lust for her husband, and fraternal love for her sister Jeanne.

But even love could not save her completely. She wanted to not be broken anymore. In the flood of moonlight in the arms of her love, she searched for warmth and he gave it to her. The way he held her like a silent language as he reached to hold her hand.

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frida kahlo painting via wikipedia

Hands Up for the Elust 116!!!

I remember the first time I read Elust. I did not realize that it was a digest of erotica at first, before I read several pieces that I liked. I never imagined that I would be part of it ever, and I am always humbled by that.

I hope you find new and old favorites below…

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Welcome to Elust 116–

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #117? Start with the rules, come back April 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

The Space Between Us

Language Matters

Extraordinary Hands

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Chips

I believe I can fly.

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

photographie érotique ~ a perspective

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Suffocation

New York City felt like a foreign country, after Sabrina had spent so much time in Graham’s home just outside of the city. But since she had barely been outside of his house since she took refuge there, it was like learning to walk again in the city.

She had finally decided if she was going to say something to Harry, that she might as well see him and not bother with a phone call. Her keys to his apartment felt sharp in her hand, like she had an open blade on her palm.Walking into the apartment, the smell was familiar but foreign like a place that she used to love but had not been to for a long time.

But there was something different.

When she walked soundlessly to the bedroom door, she was not even surprised. Should she have said something? Should she have let him know that she was coming, or was it better that she had just come?
That she had just come like the woman who was in bed with Harry.

Sabrina leaned against the door. She hated herself for her feelings, but seeing what she usually got from Harry being given to someone else…especially since she had not seen him for a long time and there was a part of her that very definitely missed what he gave her. Not that she had not been intimate with Graham and enjoyed sharing that with him, and the way he always treated her like a princess made her feel special.

But it was suffocating in a way. She realized that she could be with a man who she found suspect, who might be guilty of a crime—but she was not sure she wanted to be suffocated. And this made her think that she would be okay to be with Harry, who was pounding into this woman with his hands about her neck and she wrapped her hands over his so he could squeeze tighter. She had faint bruises on her breasts that Sabrina realized were love bites new and faded. The woman gasped not out of breath, but with more pleasure. She came again, and Harry hit her breast fondly as he came to rest on his side and she followed him. A sudden crash sent the bottle of champagne that Sabrina noticed only then to the floor, as the crash like thunder drew their attention to her standing in the darkness.

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gorgeous image this week from Masterseye

Hello

The way that Mal pulled his long hair up, and looked at her Jeanne with an unmade face went through her entire body. His skin glowing but stark, let her know they were not what they used to be to each other. It was hard even though she knew it, she knew it but it was hard to look at him.

To know he was with Karys.

Jeanne remembered talking to Karys about him at Saturday and Sunday boozy brunches. Karys was not sure how she felt about him, but she talked to her about him and let Jeanne talk about him as much as she wanted to. When Mal gave Jeanne her necklace—her Fleur necklace—Jeanne had caressed it and turned it between her fingers nonstop, until she was afraid the gold would melt.

“Jeanne,” Mal said finally, and it was jarring because he had never really called her anything but Fleur. She remembered him drawing a black suds rose on her nipple in the shower. He had black soap in the bathtub, and the water had been gray when it washed off of them. “Jeanne.”

“It’s okay,” she said, wanting to touch his forearm but afraid to because she was not sure that she had the right to touch him anymore. “It’s okay.”

Jeanne wore her Fleur necklace. She watched as Mal reached for it, and turned the gold word slightly with his fingers. She could hear Adele’s song in her head, “Hello” and realized it was not too late for her to to say she was sorry even though they were torn apart. If she had called him, he would have picked up the phone because they still mattered…a little.

More Fleur Friday here, more Friday Flash here. Gorgeous Friday Flash picture donated via Candy Snatch, who you can read a guest post from here.

Dreams (Reprise)

If you have been following this series regularly, you know Eliza has been having a time of it– especially after last week! This week, she is on a hiatus, and I found an old Wicked Wednesday that also had a dreams theme!

Eliza sat at the bar, her legs crossed as she nursed her drink. Josephine, the bartender smiled at her intermittently. The sparkle of her own diamond engagement ring made Eliza blink so fast, an eyelash slipped into her eye. She blinked until the lash did not irritate her anymore, and took a sip of her cocktail. When the man walked toward her, she knew him and did not know him at the same time. She studied Oscar as he approached.

“Waiting for your fiancé again?” he asked, sitting next to her so that her thigh pressed against his.

Eliza saw Josephine look at them out of the corner of her eye, but Eliza was not able to restrain herself from pressing closer to Oscar. Not able to resist her making thigh press even more to his.

She nodded in response to his question.

Oscar put his hand on her thigh, and Eliza saw Josephine actually lean over the bar to look to see where his hand fell on her thigh.

“You going to leave with me again?” he asked.

Eliza put her hand over his on her thigh.

“You wanted me here Eliza, you wanted me and now I am here…”

She nodded, and got up with him.

“Do you have a room here?” she asked quietly.

Oscar was quiet, and in her heart of hearts, Eliza had to admit that she liked him best like this. Rougher, and taking charge of everything. Taking charge of her. He took her hand, and they walked out of the bar urgently.

“I do not have a room here, but I cannot wait anymore…” Oscar said, his hand on her hip.

They walked to a door marked “Staircase B.” And like on the staircase in the gallery at Fiona’s opening in Shanghai, Oscar kissed her. He pressed her to the wall, and it felt like a fever spread between her legs. Eliza was smoldering. When their lips parted, her mouth was still open as she panted.

“You want more?” he teased before he kissed her again, and held her face in both of his hands. He bathed her face with warm kisses, it felt like he was kissing her between her legs.

She had memorized his touch. Just as she was about to come, she was startled.

“Liza?”

Eliza’s eyes were slit, and heavy with sleep.

“Mmmmm…”

“You were moaning loudly in your sleep Liza baby, you were having a bad dream…”

She closed her eyes, heavy with sleep and deception.

Rafe kissed her shoulder, and she curled up against him. He took her hand with her ring on it, that felt like lead on her finger. She felt the weight of it, even when she was not thinking about it.

And she liked it, what the ring signified. When Rafe proposed to her again, she did not hesitate not to say yes. Yes to him, yes to wearing her ring. Her finger literally had felt naked without it. She said yes, and Josephine had given them celebratory flutes of champagne with strawberries.

Her dream did not make sense, it did not make sense that she would imagine herself meeting Oscar all over again. But this time knowing him. Knowing they were going to go off together. Knowing they were going to make love again…

Until Rafe woke her up, thinking she was moaning over a bad dream.

He did not know…
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bar photo with dreamstate filter by f dot leonora

Ribbon in the Sky

Harry looked up, as he was walking down the hall and saw Charlotte. She smiled, surely he did not think that he could just abandon her when she worked for the company that just merged with his? Especially not now that she had been relocated to this office…possibly she could have had something to do with that but that would be her own little secret, she smiled to herself!

He looked blank as he approached her, as if he had never fucked the living daylights out of her. As if he did not know her. She did look very different from the last time he saw her naked in a puddle on her bed after he had fucked her damn near incoherent. The way she presented in the office, she did not reveal any extra flesh. She wore pants, her hair twisted up and a jacket. Playing her look down for the office was necessary for her on so many levels, because with her physique even a demure pantsuit was something of a provocation for the men in the office.

But she only cared about Harry, and he looked like he was not in the least bit interested in what she had to offer. At close range, she was silent. She instinctively felt that was what he wanted, and she wanted what he wanted.

It was later, much later that he reminded her that she was not in control of this situation. That she was not the boss.

“Look at yourself!” Harry demanded in a hoarse whisper, as they stood before the executive bathroom mirror.

And Charlotte did, his necktie about her neck. She had admired the tie when she encountered him earlier in the hallway, popping out in contrast to his black suit. Now it was about her neck—the only thing she was wearing as he remained completely clothed—before he covered her eyes. From her neck to her wrists, and about her waist, Harry wrapped his tie like a magic ribbon around her. He let her look in the mirror at his manipulations, but not at him.

“Get on your knees,” he demanded hoarsely again. His tie pulled her hands up over her head, as she kneeled before him. He pulled her face to his crotch through the manipulation of his tie. Charlotte pressed her face to his familiar bulge and closed her eyes in the executive bathroom, on one of the top floors of this skyscraper so close to heaven…

Reverent.

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neckties via wikipedia

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