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Masturbation Monday No. 168 — Lovers

Sabrina wandered into the bar on shaky high-heeled legs. Seeing the glass of Montepulciano by Harry’s hand, made her tremble all the more.

This time instead of trying to avoid each other they were purposely planning to meet at the bar that they had gone to, to avoid each other.

It was almost like making a date, even though they were so past that by now. They had done so much together already. But this was actually planning to see each other and—and whatever happened after that on a Friday night…

She sat beside him, and he placed his hand on her thigh which still had the remnant of a quiver. His hand on her thigh calmed her a bit surprisingly, and his kiss on her jaw made her feel different than his usual kisses.

She felt like his.

Sabrina had no idea where this relationship was headed. They did not talk about a future or love. But they were spending more and more time together, and something was happening more than what they had started as…

She placed her hand over his, and placed her head on his shoulder. He made more of a nook for her, and ran his fingers absently through her hair. Sabrina moved her head from his shoulder, and took a sip of her wine.

“Hey,” she said, breaking the silence between them.

“Hey,” he smiled, and his smile melted her.

Their conversation was soft. They were getting to know each other.

Trying to remember each other, asking questions. Making comments about things that they had mentioned before. Showing that they were listening to each other.

He listened to her while she talked about something mundane that had happened that day, and she was oddly aroused. Being the center of his attention was a turn on.

She sipped her wine slowly, and some dribbled down her chin. His finger was there to wipe it like a human napkin. He put his finger in his mouth after, and sucked slowly.

He aroused her almost unconscious, as he put the tip down for their glasses of wine and put his arm about her waist. Sabrina happily let Harry lead her.

This time to his apartment.

“I missed you.” he said simply.

“Me too.”

Even though they had woken up together that morning, it had felt like forever until she got to the bar and now. Now felt like something stolen.

On her back, he held her hands so she did not thrash so much while he went down on her. He searched for her, and found her and she could not stay still. She was pretty sure she was unconscious, or in some other state of mental disarray. His tongue soft and eager, thrust and circled her. She tasted blood because she bit down on her lip so hard. His might have made her lower body still, but she was wild above her waist as he kissed her hard between her legs.

She was unconscious for a moment, and then she came to and knew it was not the sensation but the emotion that was driving her.

She was falling in love with Harry.

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Wicked Wednesday #285 — Geography

Terrence’s eyes were slit, the tiny pathway between wake and sleep was narrow, but the geography of Eliza’s body was with him on either side. His knowledge of every part of her was stained in his conscious and subconscious. His lips were swollen from kiss after kiss, underscoring how much he had missed her. The taste on his tongue was of the now soft, dewy patch that was triangular in the juncture between her hips. He reached for that soft spot, even as her breath deepened. Further up, he sought the roses along her ribcage, and let his fingers dip along the bones there.

He moved his hand from her, and then reached for the damp nape of her neck. He had used her well. Every bit of her, he had needed to touch every bit of her. Not that he had forgotten a thing, but that he wanted to seal his memory of each bit.

It had only been a few days since they had seen each other, but the hunger was like something in a movie. It had a sound, breath and need that surpassed anything that he could imagine.

She turned on her side, uncovered, completely bare to his gaze and comfortable in her skin. His heavy eyes fell, she had used him quite well too, his body was heavy from lovemaking and he wanted to rest. Closed eyed, he wrapped her in his arms, and kissed her damp nape, her sweet sweat and desired nothing else.

The hunger now sated would return, but for now, she was in his arms again.

She was his.

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Masturbation Monday No. 167 — Upping the Ante

When Sabrina woke up and saw Harry beside her, she closed her eyes in confusion and pleasure.

It was weird that he slept over, they usually returned to their apartments after. But last night without saying anything, it was clear that they both wanted to stay together. When she woke up earlier in the night, at one point she was lying in his arms and liked the feeling of them about her.

When he woke up, there was nothing mushy—no love words for sure. They just looked at each other, and silently preyed upon each other. Sabrina lie on her back, and spread her legs eager for his mount. Harry covered her for a moment, as if he simply savored being on top of her. She certainly savored the weight of his body over hers, but her body craved more and his responded in kind.

Morning sex was always nice, but with Harry the mood was not light. Sex with him always felt like something more. Everything with him felt like something more. But Sabrina had no clue what that was…or if she wanted anything more…

Anything more than the animal need that they had for each other, Her breasts bounced, and she clutched one in her hand as they moved together before Harry slapped her hand away. Then slapped her breast, and she liked it. Their sex was intense, but not usually rough. But when he slapped her breast, and she showed she liked it—he slapped them both over and over.

Sabrina came before she knew what was happening.

Everything with Harry was so out of her control…and she liked it…

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Masturbation Monday — Domestication

Sabrina pulled the stopper out of the wine bottle, and looked at Harry.

This was the first time that she—that they—had purposely arranged to see each other. He sat on her couch, while she moved around frantically in the kitchen. A combination of desire and anxiety that he was there fueled her movement.

She paused for a second to breathe, as she plated food. She had sliced the chicken even though she was afraid for a moment to use a knife because she was so wired. But she did successfully cut the chicken, and garnished it with lemon and garlic.

Harry walked into the kitchen, and looked down at her. They still did not talk a lot. He was like a stranger in ways, but he knew her basest desires and the raw her better than anyone. It was what brought them together, but tore them apart at the same time.

“What?” she questioned, searching his eyes and studying him like an animal about to pounce.

“This is all really lovely, seeing you so domesticated.” He chided.

Sabrina stuck out her tongue at him, and he touched it before she put it back in her mouth.

“Yeah, I am a traditional girl in some ways.”

He nodded, looking appreciatively at her curves, in the retro dress that she wore with an apron.

They looked at each other for a long time, each of them she was sure feeling angst because they knew what they wanted to do. They could not wait until dinner, they would not pass go and collect $200…

There was the cacophony of the plates clashing like cymbals, as they moved them to the side. Fragrant chicken wafted up to them, but it was not desired more than their bodies joined together was.

Not desired more than the perfect fullness of Harry filling her up, in the grooves of her body where she instinctively knew him first and now knew him almost better than she knew herself.

The prongs of a fork pricked her, but combined with the fullness of Harry inside her body it was a pleasure that made her want to burst.

And she did…

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Masturbation Monday No. 165 — Darkness

Sabrina did not want to go home right away. She had had a long day at work, knew that she might want to be with Harry and she wanted to avoid him.

Just a little bit…

She had been somewhat regularly sleeping with him, and did not want him to have the wrong idea. So she went to a nearby bar, that was not the regular one that they went to.

Together.

The curse slipped past her lips as a whoosh, when she walked in and saw Harry at the bar. Was he reading her mind now? or was he trying to avoid her too? Neither option was savory, so she regained her composure, and sat at the bar a few seats away from him.

Harry turned and looked at her, with a sardonic smile. It made her wet as fuck, who was she trying to fool? She wanted him, and depriving herself had been a dumb idea.

A glass of Montepulciano landed in front of her, and she knew that Harry had ordered it. She could not suppress a smile, and a soft look at him.

Her eyes were glazed as she looked up at their apartment building on the way in. Two glasses of red wine, her hand in Harry’s and Sabrina was intoxicated.

They went to his place. Harry closed the door, and pressed her to the wall tilting the photo behind it like usual. He pulled her dress up over her hips, and slid the damp crotch of her thong to the side. If she had not already been wet, she would have become wet. But she was sticky wet, and he kissed her neck which was her weak spot making her wetter.

“So fucking wet,” he grunted against her throat.

Sabrina was unashamed of the clicking of her come as he played with her clit, and shoved a finger in her. She placed her hands on his chest, when she realized that he was trying to make her squirt. She had not squirted often before, but with Harry she did.

“You’re going to make me squirt,” she cried helplessly, as he manipulated her and she knew she might.

And then he stopped, and she clung to him.

“Why were you at the other bar tonight?” he questioned, and she slipped her hands down between her legs to soothe the ache she had. Between her legs would be blue as any guy’s balls if he did not make her come soon.

“Why did you?” she countered.

Harry tilted her face up toward his.

“Because I was trying to avoid the inevitable.”

He fucked her so hard with his fingers, and she came so hard that everything went black.

This black desire between them, filled her world more than she wanted it to…

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Wicked Wednesday #282 — Mirror

Eliza saw her hair whipping in the rearview mirror, as they were coming back from Long Island. Rafe had had some wine, but he was capable of driving them home. She was a little more inebriated, which was typical since she was the non-driver between them.

Their dynamic was so calm like this, her hand on his thigh. When she touched him there, she always wanted more.

“Did you have fun?” he questioned, even though she knew she did.

“I did. It was nice to see everyone.”

“Yeah, but it was nicest to just be alone with you for a while. On the open road.”

“We are together every day, you must be sick of me!”

“No, I never get sick of you. I like seeing you all of the time, I am greedy.”

Eliza put her head on his shoulder, and her hand on his chest.

“Good thing we are getting married then!”

Her hand went down his chest, and rested on his belt buckle. The tension she felt from his stomach, let her know he was getting aroused—she knew his body as well as she knew her own body.

“Do I need to pull over?”

Laughing softly, she undid his belt buckle and reached for him. When he was driving, he knew better than to wear underwear with her.

“Do you think you need to?”

He pulled over shortly after, and sat back as she unzipped his pants while she sucked on his belt buckle and looked up at him.

“You are such a tease!”

Giving his buckle a long lick, she pouted.

“You know I am not a tease, you know I put out…”

After teasing him a but longer, licking his zipper, running her fingers along the bottom of his stomach, Eliza finally took him half hard in her mouth. She was a little disappointed because she liked it when he was soft to start. But him in her mouth was a delicacy, and she savored it to the sweet end. His come in her mouth, finer than any wine she had had that night.

In the rearview mirror, she saw her face like the Cheshire cat that had gotten all of the cream.

She did…

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Masturbation Monday No. 164 — Memory

Harry stood outside of her door, and Sabrina pressed herself to it.

She knew why he was there, he saw Ben was over a few nights ago. She saw him going up the stairs when Ben was leaving her place, and she had not had Ben over since…

since they had started what they started.

The door felt cool against her cheek, and she stared up at him.

His muteness was almost endearing, so she did not say anything. She looked at him, and waited for him to say something.

He didn’t.

He looked at her for a long while, before he moved his face almost parallel with hers. Before she could move her lips to say anything to him, he pressed his lips to hers.

She kissed him with wide open eyes, she loved the feel of his lips but wondered what was the meaning behind him being there.

In terms of their situation.

Sabrina looked at him when he pulled away, and studied him.

“Why…” she started.

He stared at her like she had broken a spell.

“Why what?”

The timbre of his voice went through her.

“Why are you here?”

Harry regarded her for a while.

“I want you to remember…”

He pressed her to the door, and kissed her again. This time she closed her eyes, and wrapped her arms about his neck. He pulled her close to him on a tilt, and pressed the length of her body against his. Sabrina ached at the feel of his body. He felt so good, made her want him. His hardness even through his pants made her so wet, she was ashamed. If he tried to get inside of her, he would have slipped right in and she would wrap her legs about him.

“I have not forgotten…” she breathed, as she held him. The crispness of his shirt felt delicious under her palms.

“Do you want it?”

Sabrina murmured her consent, as he closed the door behind them.

Her legs wrapped tight about him, Sabrina moaned as he worked her. She was so wet, that he did slip right in—and out—but back in again. He chewed on her ear, and tears of pleasure filled her eyes. Ben was good, but being with Harry was like nothing she had ever known. Because she was not in love with him, she had no inhibitions with him.

“Harry,” she cried out, chewing on his shoulder. Tears hit her cheek as she came.

Her memory was full…

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Masturbation Monday No. 163 — Kitten

Harry was a departure for Sabrina. She normally had crushes on men, that bloomed like flowers. With Harry, it was different. Between them was primal. They had sex like they were undomesticated animals.

She went to his apartment, greedy for an encounter. He looked at her, and pulled down his pants as she closed the door behind her. The way he handled himself made her wet, as she thought about how he felt inside her and how it felt when she handled him like that.

Sabrina took of her dress, and she was not wearing underwear. Her nipples were obscenely hard, and she caressed one as she watched him. She did not place her hands between her legs, because she knew that she would come if she did.

Harry was not afraid to come at all. He handled himself so roughly that it was inevitable that he would, and when he did Sabrina dabbed at the juncture between her legs where she was dripping.

Sabrina got on her knees, and crawled over to him. Running her lips over his belly, she licked the drops of come there. She loved the taste of his come, and as she licked it like a kitten at a bowl of milk while he pulled her hair. Between her legs was so sticky now, and her sticky secret became an open secret as Harry let go of her hair to grab her ass and then finger fuck her.

Without words, he circled her clit and exploited the wet clicking sound between her legs to let her know that he knew she was dripping wet. Sabrina finished licking his belly, and spread her legs so he could finger fuck her blind. She came so hard, that she lost her breath and sat back on her legs looking up at him like a good pet.

He patted her head, and she smelled herself on his fingers which made her want more. She touched herself, still aching with the pleasure his fingers had created there and looked at him expectantly…

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Masturbation Monday No. 162 — Wet

Sabrina closed the door behind her, to her apartment. She felt a little wobbly, as she pressed her back to it. Her breath surprised her, with its raggedness. Her body still ruminated with his body, that had just been joined with hers.

She did not want to be sentimental about it, she did not want to feel anything.

And she would not.

Standing up straight, she walked into the bathroom and looked at her face. She looked shaken, before she threw water on herself. The water startingly aroused her. Her body was electric, from just having been with Harry.

Her neighbor’s name was Harry. She had not wanted to know anything about him personally, but when she was kneeling doggy style on his couch as he plowed her—she saw a piece of mail on his coffee table, as her breasts swung back and forth against her in conjunction with his balls against her backside.

At the moment that she read his name—Harry, on the envelope—he slapped her backside so hard she came from the sensation of him fucking her and the pain of the slap. She had cried out, and he had smacked her ass again.

Sabrina put her hand on her bottom now, still sore from just that couple of slaps from him. She had wanted more, she had wanted him to pick up his belt and use it on her because it made her out of control.

But she did not ask him to do that.

They were quiet as they fucked. Hard, and with raw desire like honey being the main objective.

That was all Sabrina wanted now, she did not want to want anything more than that.

Her body throbbed from their fucking like a symptom, but she ignored it and got herself ready for bed. Between her legs remained soaking wet, even after she dried herself…

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Masturbation Monday No. 160 — Desert

“Are you okay?”

Sabrina looked at Betty. She was sure Betty was concerned, but she was also the nosiest person, and secretly probably craved some salacious element to whatever was wrong with Sabrina.

Spotting a glimpse of even Ben looking at her, Sabrina tried to lighten her face with a soft smile.

“I am fine.”

With that, she slipped out of her chair and went to the ladies’ room. The ladies’ room there was a much more soothing space than at her previous job. Sabrina sat on the toilet for a long while before she got up. Her lady parts buzzed, but she did nothing to further it. Wiping herself gently, she opened the latch to the stall and looked at herself in the mirror.

Away from everyone, she looked ravaged.

A quick glimpse of her neighbor came to her mind, and she almost burst into tears.

Thinking she heard someone walking into the bathroom, she ran back into her stall. The adrenaline rush, rushed right between her legs.

She was not porcelain, she would not break. She was not a valuable vase.

Her neighbor had come to her door last night, and she was not expecting him obviously, but she was. Her little escapades with him from a distance usually made her rub herself until she came for what seconds? He did not touch her, but she was aroused like a fever when they did what they did.

But then him at her door.

When he opened his mouth to speak, she put her fingers on his lips and shook her head. She did not want it to be about that. He kissed her fingers, and with her door open like she had with Ben—like it made it safer or something—he pulled her to him and kissed her mouth. He kissed her like their kiss was sex, not thrusting his tongue into her mouth, but kissing her with purpose. Slanted, slow and warm. He pulled her to him, and she tried to rub herself against him but he stilled her body.

It was not about that for him.

Leaning against her door like she was lying in the belly of the desert, he looked at her for a long time before he walked away.

They said nothing, but everything.

She was not okay, to answer Betty’s question.

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