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Masturbation Monday #176 — Gargoyle

Sabrina lingered in bed, her hand on her mound which still throbbed from the pleasure of the dream that she had had. Ever since her first wild dream of Paris, she kept having dreams of the apartment—that only existed in her dreams—which she was always leaving for sex.

…and walking into an encounter. The night before—or maybe that morning?—she dreamt that She wandered out in the middle of the night in a cocktail dress. She searched for a cigarette she could not possibly have had in reality, but in a dream she had!

But no lighter.

So she walked up to a couple standing near a huge gargoyle. They looked at her, and asked what would they get in return for a light?

On her bare knees, she spread the woman’s open on a nearby bench and licked for her light. The woman pushed her head more and more into her, as the man entered her from behind. Sabrina cried out, it was hard for her to keep her mouth on the woman as the man pounded her. The woman was insistent, and kept grinding her face to her crotch. Sabrina almost passed out from the pleasure she was giving and getting.

Now she was naked in bed, it was the middle of the night and where was Harry? She let her hand linger on her mound a bit, and she was just about to pleasure herself…

Harry appeared, and looked at where her hand was. She knew she was not going to be pleasuring herself alone after all…

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Masturbation Monday #175 — Suit

Sabrina smiled at Harry over breakfast, he returned her smile but he had no idea what she was smiling about.

Last night, she had dreamt about her new persona. She was not even sure she was going to leave, but she dreamed up a persona. She saw herself in the mirror—in Paris—and her hair was the color of the gradient of a dark flame. She wore smoky makeup, and looked very Parisian. She was dressed in a smart suit—without a blouse—and she walked out in the night. There was a bookstore—a librarie—close to the apartment she had walked out of.

The aisles were tiny, Everyone she passed, it was like they were intimate by the time they actually got past each other. And there was one man she could not get past—she could not remember his face in the dream or now. No matter how she tried to get around him, she ended up provocatively closer to her until—well obviously they fucked.

He pulled off her suit jacket, leaving her bare at the top except for suspenders, and he kept pulling them, stinging her breasts. She wrapped her arms about him, and he pushed her against a stack of books that tumbled like a Roman column crumbling. He fucked her over the books, after he pulled her pants down. He was rough, and she liked it.

Astra—the name of her persona—left the bookstore, somehow not looking disheveled at all—it was a dream.

And then she woke up, and now she sat smiling with Harry having breakfast. Him returning her smile…with…no…idea…

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Masturbation Monday #174 — Silent Desire

“You seem distant.” Harry said to her, clinking his glass of Montepulciano with hers.

Sabrina looked up at him, anxious and annoyed at how he seemed to read her mind.

There were several times that day, that she wanted to put her pen down at work, and just leave. Without a plan, without anything because she needed to be free.

Free of what, she was not even sure.

But she did not want to be tied down.

She took a sip of her wine, as she looked at him and as she savored it she had a flavor memory of him. Of the taste of going down his length and the sweet, sweet taste of his come in her mouth.

Sabrina leaned forward, and kissed him as she put her hand in the deep inside of his thigh and then let her eyes linger on his.

There was no mistaking her silent desire.

In her apartment, she actualized going down his length, exploring his familiar shaft and taking time to really be intimate with him.To look in his eyes, to let her tongue tease and caress him.

There was no rush, neither of them was going anywhere. Harry looked at her which made between her legs liquid. She was so damp there, she would have attended to herself if she was not attending to him.

But she had a job to do, and she was guaranteeing his pleasure.

A sweet quick kiss between his thighs, her lips grazing his balls on purpose, and she could feel his tells.

She was ready.

His taste in her mouth was so sweet—not actually— but it was like the best dessert. She licked her mouth because there was some on her upper lip. Harry sat up, grinned at her and touched her cheek.

“You missed a spot,” he said, and she sucked his finger like she was doing a job and smiled as he surrendered to her attention.

There was nowhere else she’d rather be…

…just then.

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Wicked Wednesday #291 — Promote a Blog

Eliza had to see Oscar a few nights later, but this time at another bar. Some place that they did not know anyone, and that no one knew them. She really wanted it to be just them, and for them to be alone with what had happened between them.

She had not stopped thinking about it, because she really had not expected it to happen. She thought that they were really going to be only friends from this point on.

But as soon as they got there, and were seated in a dim corner, she placed her hand inside of his thigh. She kneaded softly, and then more intense with her need. Oscar looked in her eyes, and kneaded the side of her breast. Their touches were so filled with need, as their bodies pressed closer together…

…until they had to get up.

Eliza clutched Oscar’s arm, as they got up from the table and they did not even make it to the bathroom. He pressed her to the wall, and in a series of magnetic motions, they were one. Oscar covered Eliza’s mouth with his hand, as her moans rose with pleasure and she bit the inside of it. As they moved together, she had to clap her hand over his mouth.

The insides of their palms were red when they returned to the table, and Oscar’s had actual teeth marks—blood to the surface. He bit her neck when some of his scotch got into it…

They were so far from just friends, Eliza thought as she sunk into his bite.

This is the Promote a Blog post, and I want to promote Marie, Kayla and Molly who inspire me to blog. I also want to thank Mischa for picking me for the top 3 last week, since her talent as a writer is enviable.

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Masturbation Monday #173 — Sense of…

“Where are you going?”

Sabrina paused when she heard the words from Harry’s mouth. She was just thinking about getting out of bed, but there was a subtle panic in his voice that quietly alarmed her.

“Nowhere.”

She turned to face him in the bed, and she was confronted right away with the hardness of his chest. The moment that she touched his chest, she knew that she was not thinking about going away. They pressed their bodies together, and joined so easily as one that Sabrina was taken aback. The feeling of him inside her, was something that she did not want to leave behind. It was something that she knew that she was going to want again. He held her breasts, and pulled her back to his front and she was lulled into a sense of security.

Or at least a secure lust.

But when she woke up, his hands still gripped her breasts making her feel like she was trapped, Sabrina lie against him feeling imprisoned. Like she could not move.

And she did not move until he woke up, squeezing her breasts and kissing her neck. It was awhile before she untangled from him. When she did, she saw bruises in her breasts in the bathroom mirror and it made her smile. She had been his possession over night—the way he gripped her.

She caressed her breasts, following the shape of the bruises and she wondered…she wondered what she wanted to feel…

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Masturbation Monday #172 — Flee?

Sabrina needed it so bad. Her hands were shaking when she reached for Harry, and her eyes were glazed with tears of pleasure and hunger.

She looked at him, as she held the very tip of him in her hand. She circled the slot there with her finger like a tongue, and watched his muscles move like a language. Spread thighs, she was wet as fuck, but she still put a dab of lube on herself and on him and lowered herself. The first bit of him elicited a gasp from her. Just that soft opening, before he even filled her at all felt so good. Anymore would almost be too much.

But not enough.

And his eyes, the color of them were arresting and even more arresting on her.

Watching her take him in…

…it was later that she felt more vulnerable. Later lying beside him, her nose against his skin. His scent, his texture at her disposal and she realized that she was in love with him. And like always, her love story was bizarre but hers.

And for her, love was always disposable. Was this disposable? Would she walk away from Harry, like she walked away from everyone else? Because Sabrina was starting to realize that her common denominator in all of her situations was herself.

And she always chose to flee.

Nose pressed against Harry, she closed her eyes and wondered what she would do now…

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Wicked Wednesday #289 — Neighbors

Eliza hoped their neighbors—well the other people on their hotel room floor did not hear everything that had happened in their room. Oscar held her hand, as they walked down the hall and she felt like a teenager. It was such a sweet gesture for him to hold her hand, but everything that had happened on their hotel bed was not so sweet.

Their lovemaking had been raw, and every emotion they had every felt was expressed through it. The way he held her that said: if not always, right now you are mine. The way that she relaxed against him as if to say, am home. There was nothing gentle or quiet about their emotions.

Oscar almost pulled her down the hall, and the loud click clack of her heels through it was sure to rouse what neighbors had not already heard them in the hotel room. He pulled her into a stairwell and reminiscent of their time in Shanghai, he kissed her like their lives depended on it.

And at that moment it did.

She searched his body with her hands as if for a fever, and she panted when she pulled away from their kiss. He turned her face up to his,

“There’s no rush. I am here.”

She melted under his kisses after, the wall felt like summer and she could see it melt around her like she could see the heat rise from the grid on a summer day in the city.

They were on fire.

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Masturbation Monday No. 170–I Miss You

Sabrina had not expected it, because she had not had to do it the entire time they were together, but…

She missed Harry, he was out of town for a few days and she missed him so much.

But she would not tell him.

She pretended like she did not care, even went to both bars near them without him—where he? she was asked about him and she stated the obvious.

He was not there.

When he texted her, she cradled her phone like she would cradle his face before a kiss and stared at it like it was magic.

How are you?

Good, you?

Fine.

🙂

She typed a smiley face because she did not want to make this more than it was. Him asking her how she was.

Then on her screen:

Do you miss me?

Do you miss me?

And it was obvious. When he came back from the airport, and showed up at her door. She jumped up and wrapped her legs about him. He held her bottom, and she rubbed herself against him to say I miss you.

Her silent I miss you turned into kisses, and a slow blow job. Slow to savor his thighs, the muscles in them, the sound of his breath varying as she made him vary his breath. I miss you turned into kisses on his knees, fingers trailing inside his thighs and resisting putting her mouth on him like trying to hold back her own orgasm.

The pleasure was the same, his pleasure was hers. She fluttered her eyes, her lashes brushing his shaft and balls before she placed him in her mouth like the cherry on top.

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Masturbation Monday No. 169 — A Crowded Train

Sabrina could not help but grin when she saw Harry waiting for outside of her work building. They had not realized that they worked so close together. They met a lot at the neighborhood bar after work, but this time they were going to ride the train home together and then go to the bar.

On the subway, the train was so crowded, that their bodies were pressed together. The announcement came on about how a crowded subway was no excuse for an improper touch. But what if you wanted an improper touch, Sabrina thought as their bodies crushed together. She looked in Harry’s eyes, and they pressed closer together because more and more people came onto the train and they literally had no choice but to press closer and closer to each other. Then there was an announcement that there was a signal delay. Their bodies pressed together, and Sabrina could feel her nipples pressing against the lace cups of her bra and against Harry’s chest. She was not close enough to feel if he was excited about how close they were pressed together, but she kept moving closer to him and he wrapped his arm about her when the train unexpectedly charged forward without any warning. His hand lingered on her waist, and splayed over the top of one cheek through her coat. People filtered out of the train, but they did not move any further away from each other. They stood pressed together by the door, and people walked around them.

When they got to their stop, they still clung to one another and went to the bar. Bypassing the bar itself, they went to the bathroom still clinging to one another. Harry kissed her neck inside the violet scented room, as he released one hard nipple from its lace cup and Sabrina sighed deeply.

It had been a long train ride.

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Wicked Wednesday #286 — Page 69

Eliza’s finger slipped off of page 69 in her novel, when Terrence kissed her shoulder. He wanted to cook for her, and would not let her lift a finger to help him. Looked like he would threaten her if she tried to.

He took her hand, and walked her to the kitchen table and pulled out a chair for her to sit. He watched her eat with such intensity, that she stopped.

“What? Is this laced with arsenic?”

She raised her hands to her throat. Terrence leaned in closer to her, and then wrapped his arms about her.

“I love you.”

Eliza kissed him. The leftover taste of the meal he had prepared, accents of garlic and pepper and other seasonings seasoned their kiss.

She was pretty sure her kiss said I love you, but she whispered against his neck.

“I love you.”

The day was love, it was a day of love. Terrence got whatever he wanted for the day, whatever he wanted.

He wanted her how she wanted to be. Naked for a bit, in one of his shirts for a spell and under him for a lot of it.

And Eliza got what she wanted for the day, and she was thankful.

Thankful for love.

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