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Parallel II

Jeanne knew that she had no right to feel the way that she did, but she did.

When Karys told her that she was deeply in love with Mal, she knew that she had no right to be jealous about it. She was gracious with her friend of course. Told her it was not a problem, that she had had the same experience with Terrence who she was with now when she had had to tell her sister about the two of them.

She and Eliza had all but come to blows about it, what happened between them was so awful but they made up. It was Eliza that she had confided in as soon as she left the restaurant with Karys, because who else was she going to tell?

And then Eliza told her of an even more harrowing situation that she had encountered, and she was sitting with her now in her apartment. Eliza looked rather sedate for a woman who had been harassed by her husband’s ex, had a gun pulled on her and then managed to turn the tables.

“Are you okay?” Jeanne asked again, holding her sister close to her.

Eliza was silent, but she nodded. With the PTSD that she already had, it truly frightened Jeanne to think what this was doing to her.

“Are you okay?”

Jeanne swallowed.

“I am fine—you—”

“Jeanne,” Eliza began. “I would just love the distraction.”

Jeanne nodded to herself, knowing Eliza could not see her.

“I just, I know I have no right to be upset, but it just feels like they never even thought about me. Was that what you felt with Terrence and me?”

“It was different because you are my sister…”

“Karys has been like a sister to me as well. Before you.”

“I do not think that they did this to hurt you.”

“I know, but it is so jarring to me. And the way Karys told me…was even more unsetting. She seemed so guilty.”

“Did you talk yo Mal?”

No,” Jeanne said, fingering her necklace that he had given her that said Fleur. “No, if he wanted to talk to me. If he wants to talk to me he can come to me you know?” Jeanne held Eliza closer to her. “I know you want the distraction, but I am so glad that you are here with me.”

Jeanne kissed her sister’s cheek, and tasted a tear on her tongue.

More Fleur Friday here. You can read the first part of this post here.

the scream via wikipedia

Parallel

The gun hovering in the air was not as menacing as the look of pure hatred on Ingrid’s face, Eliza thought as she felt as if her heart was trying to beat out of her chest. Ingrid looked the complete if looks could kill look at her. If Eliza had not sensed her hatred in her previous correspondence, her vitriol was clear in person.

Paralyzed with fear, Eliza could not move. Like being in a dream, she opened her mouth wide as a yawn and nothing came out. Was she even trying to scream? or was she just in a Edvard Munchesque frame at that moment? Ingrid waved the gun, and Eliza already watched her life pass before her.

The only image that stayed with her as a visual mantra, was the image of her wedding. Not her mother and her father when she was little, not even Jeanne and wondering what it would have been like to have known her sister earlier. It was marrying Rafe, as if that were the crowning achievement of her life. They had been so happy since then, had they waited this long for nothing? For this woman to take it all away from her?

Eliza charged Ingrid with strength she was not sure where it had come from. Actually she did know—it was rage. The gun fell, and off kilter, Ingrid could not grab the gun fast enough so Eliza grabbed it and held it with both hands. Rafe had shown her how to use a gun once, and she had hated it. But she let him show her anyway.

Thankfully.

Ingrid cowered now, and Eliza finished the phone call she had been going to make before she came in with the gun. Just not the way she had expected to…

At the police station, she again told Rafe how much she resented him for making her learn to use a gun.

“But you saved my life, I thought about you and you saved my life.”

He pulled her close with one arm, and she pressed her pelvis to him to anchor her connection to him.

When she texted Jeanne, that she would never guess she was in a police station again, Jeanne texted her a wide-eyed emoticon, and hinted at her own parallel hell…

More Wicked Wednesday here. You can read more about Jeanne’s parallel hell in my Fleur Friday post later this week.

the scream via wikipedia

Flicker

Charlotte woke up, soothed by her own softness in contrast to the rough sex she had had with Harry. She had feared that he was out of her life forever, and she did not want him to be. She wanted him so much it hurt.

From the moment she saw him, she wanted him. She had not been his first choice that night. He was on the prowl and she was DTF, but he was not thinking about her in the least. Charlotte knew she looked hot—she always did. She usually had to fight men off to leave her alone. But Harry was hot too, and he had his pick of beauties. She was not the only one there who was ripe for the picking.

It was a cocktail party for her company–a company his company was considering a merger with. Harry wanted nothing in the form of a merger with her it seemed. There was another beautiful woman who he watched, and Charlotte smiled. She would just bide her time. That cold fish he was trying to catch…he would tire of the pursuit soon enough. Charlotte could easily read other women. She knew who was hot to trot, and who was colder than an iceberg.

Harry sure enough did come for her. His eyes were like fire, as he looked her up and down. Her body hummed with lust, when he flicked her nipple through her dress spilling a little of her white wine onto her hand which felt cool against her hot skin.

Charlotte savored the intervals of cool air, when later their bodies slid off of each other’s perspiration. When Harry spanked her breast and pussy, she felt the suction of his palm from how wet her body was. His face buried between her legs, she sighed as he ate her out and the wisps of air in between cooled her sweat-dampened chest and hard nipples that he kept flicking. The flicking of her nipples made her even wetter. She heard the dampness as he licked her, and groaned her pleasure loudly.

That was what he was to her before he disappeared. And now currently hard nipples and wet pussy…he had disappeared again.

More Masturbation Monday here.

candle via wikipedia

Love Meter

Karys finally was able to see Jeanne. While she noted that her friend looked apologetic about having been MIA, she was not even concerned about it.

She had her own issues.

Jeanne hugged her for a long time. It felt nice to be in her friend’s embrace, and smell her familiar perfume. She had a bottle of the same perfume of her own, because it smelled nice on her too.

“I missed you, and I have a been a bad friend!” Jeanne exclaimed, with a vulnerable smile.

Karys sat down, between her legs still deliciously sore from her lovemaking with Mal. They could not keep their hands off of each other. After the time in the bathroom at the restaurant, they had made love all over town in public and private.

She liked private best, because it was the most sensual.

He bought her a necklace with a butterfly.

“I feel like you are a beautiful butterfly that I caught,” he said, his lips on her chest where the necklace fell on her skin.

She fingered the tiny butterfly, as she looked at Jeanne. Jeanne leaned in, and Karys noted that the necklace that Jeanne wore that said Fleur that Mal bought her was not on her neck and that was something that she usually wore all of the time.

“Thank you, it was a gift.”

Jeanne nodded, as her mimosa was placed in front of her.

Mal had given Karys her necklace, draped over a cake with gold leaves for her birthday. She knew he had given Jeanne jewelry too, but when it was her she felt like she was the only one. He made her feel so special.

She was in love with him, and she did not want to give that up. What would she tell Jeanne?Jeanne sitting across from her sipping a mimosa, and looking in love herself?

Karys’s butterfly warmed against her chest.

If her love was on a meter…

More Fleur Friday here, more Friday Flash here.

Worst Fears

Just when Eliza thought her fears were alleviated, the phone calls from Ingrid began. She did not tell Rafe about them at first because she would take her pills, and not think about any of it. To some degree, she feared it was her fault that Ingrid was so mad. How did it look? She had befriended her, then took her ex-fiancé back and married him?

So she just ignored the calls. She ignored them anyhow because she did not want to talk to Ingrid, but then the messages began.

“You bitch, karma is a bitch too! I don’t have to do anything to you! Karma will! Name your firstborn that!”

Eliza would come into the apartment and see things moved from the way that she had left them. At first, she thought she was disoriented, then after the fact she realized she was not. Then the letters started. First sent to her, ransom style with the letters cut out of a magazine which was frightening.

“Mrs. Hughes,”

You are just a liability. Rafe feels sorry for you, he told me so you stupid cow! What can you do for him? Do you look in the mirror? You are not half the woman that you were, that I saw from pictures around the house. I am not saying that he should be with me…but you should let him be with someone worthy of him...

That was worse than any of the other things that Ingrid had done—she had tapped into Eliza’s fears that she was on a downward slide. She knew that Rafe could not keep his hands off of her, but at the same time she knew that she was not the woman that he had first gotten involved with. She was not who she imagined she would be at this stage. Still on hiatus from work, she was not ready to go back at all. Her PTSD was overwhelming, so she had called Adrien because he was part of the drama she had faced with cars. She never wanted to leave the house unless it was really close and even then, she was afraid.

Rafe knew this, and told her he was fine to take care of her. They certainly had the money, she had her own too from when she did work. But now, she just needed time.

“Have you been to see anyone?” Adrien had asked her. “I started seeing someone when I moved to New York. I got a prescription for anti-anxiety meds which had helped a lot.”

Eliza had been using her pain meds for her body for her mind, maybe she should see someone…

She was about to pick up her phone, when Ingrid appeared around the corner.

“Hi Eliza,” she said with a smile that did not match the rest of her face.

Eliza flushed with the scalding heat of fear.

More Wicked Wednesday here.

fear via wicked wednesday

When Harry Met Sabrina… (Flashback)

This is a flashback to when Harry met Sabrina, and a prelude for next week’s post!

Sabrina was restless in the middle of the night. Alone, she was confronted with all of her life choices–and changes. Her body of course ached for something more, it was the middle of the night when she was alone in bed.

That was when she was the neediest.

But then she realized she was not alone. Fully awake, she realized Ben was with her, curled onto his side and not holding her anymore as he had when they had fallen asleep.

She got up from her bed, and moved into the kitchen where she saw the reflection of her naked body superimposed onto her neighbor.

That neighbor.

She was going to look away at first, but he looked at her, and let his hand slide right into his pants. It was fair after all, since she and Ben had practiced no inhibition with him earlier. The look in his eyes was something between desperation and helplessness. Sabrina watched him, with a twisted smile. She did not budge, but stood there letting her body be fully seen, letting her breasts bob like apples and looking straight at him. That was all she had to do.

Be an object.

He looked at her for awhile, his face contorted with his emotions. She knew if she touched any part of her body, it would be like igniting a flame.

She touched her lips, and watched him explode. Come spurted onto the window, and he banged it as he came. Sabrina continued to smile, and watched him with lowered shoulders as he grabbed paper towel to wipe the window.

She turned then, turned off the light, forgetting about the snack she had wanted for herself. Everyone had deep desires in the middle of the night, and they had just eased those for each other.

More Masturbation Monday here.

when harry met sally via wikipedia

Patterns

More Sinful Sunday here.

Contemplation

“He went to go see her, because it is the right thing to do,” Eliza said flatly, as she sipped her wine.

Jeanne was equally astonished, that Ingrid wanted to see Rafe. It was true they had gotten married while Ingrid was at a conference, and they had not really interacted aside from him moving his stuff out but … it was still hard for her to have him go over there. With his ex-fiancee. They had been with each other exclusively since they had gotten married—they had been monogamous. Eliza never thought that they were going to be monogamous again, except for the perceived monogamy that she thought they had had in the beginning of their relationship. She had not even really seen Oscar, and he was a permanent in her life since they had met…

She and Rafe had only been together, and she was psyched that they had been that way. Now she wanted him all to herself, she did not want to share him but it was taboo to discuss in a way now. She wanted to marry him, so she had married him and she was going to take him however he was because she knew now she did not want to live without him.

Before Rafe left their apartment, he looked in her eyes.

“I will not go if you do not want me to…” he repeated.

She nodded, touching his lips.

“No, you were going to marry her. She deserves this much from you, for you to end things with her in a civilized manner. I get it babe,” she replaced her fingers with her lips, and he kissed her hard in return. The feeling of his body against hers soothed her. She knew every bit of him so well, the way he felt when she touched him anywhere.

“I married you, I love you,” he said, and she held him a little longer than needed in her arms.

“Are you okay? Jeanne asked, and Eliza smiled at her sister.

She was not okay, but she would pretend she was as she remembered she was sitting in the cafe.

When she saw Rafe walk into the bar, she almost wanted to cry. She was so happy to see him, and to not have to wonder when he was going to come home. He sat next to her, and they entertained Jeanne until she was ready to go home. Rafe took her hand in his later, as they walked down the street to their apartment. She did not ask him a word of what happened.

He was going home with her.

More Wicked Wednesday here:

Hands Up

Harry needed to take the edge off.
He watched Charlotte apply her makeup, applying her blush with the delicacy of a feather. She blew a kiss at him.
“I was wondering what had happened to you? You have not called me in a long time!” she said.
Harry did not feel like engaging in conversation—that was why he called her. The only person he had wanted to talk to was Sabrina, and she has not called him back. He had no idea where she was, and he was feeling anxious.
Without any preamble, he stood behind Charlotte and placed his hands around her neck. She leaned into his touch.
“Tighter,” she said, reaching up and putting her hands over his.
He loved the feeling of her hands—her small, soft hands like she was a lady of leisure.
“No hands,” he said. “not your hands.”
Charlotte put her hands down, and his hands tightened around her throat. Her neck was small and soft like her hands. He could break her or kill her. Her life was in his hands, and he got a boner from it.
Just when he was afraid he would go too far, he let go of her neck and she rolled her head toward him. He raised her hands over her head.
“Keep them up, no matter what I do…” he said before he kissed her neck.
Charlotte was always obedient. He knew she would listen, but it did not stop him from raising her up by her hands. He made her face the wall, so she could not see anything he was going to do to her in advance. Her gasps turned him on, like when he slipped his fingers into her damp entrance. He was rough and she kept gasping, as she clawed the wall like she was climbing it.
She did not put her hands down, because he has told her not to.
He shoved his finger in and out of her until that was not enough and he put his dick in. Still mock climbing the wall, Charlotte lifted her leg like an animal in heat, and he pounded into her.
“Harder, fuck me harder,” she commanded, as she pounded the wall.
He did, he was going to whether she wanted it or not because he needed to fuck her hard. That was why he called her because he knew that she would want it as hard and rough as he needed it.
Harry liked seeing her faint nail polish on the wall from where she had been scratching the wall after. She was lying down on her bed in a puddle of her blanket. Her nakedness was enticing, but he wanted to go.
He had done what he needed.

More Masturbation Monday here, more Kink of the Week here and more Friday Flash here.

makeup via Molly

 

Getting It Up For My Sisters!!!

I have a brand-new post up on the Sisters In Smut blog! About when I am not able to get it up…go take a look!!!

http://www.sistersinsmut.com/f-leonora-solomon/getting-it-up/