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Fleur Friday No. 27 — Fever

Jeanne fanned her face softly, as she got in the back of her car. She was overheated, after her interview with Maddie Stone especially since she and Maddie went out after. Maddie told her her desires like she was reading her tarot cards.
Maddie did not know anything specific, but she told her things that made it hard for Jeanne not to get heated. For Jeanne not to think about Terrence, she missed him.
She had not meant to hurt Eliza, by getting involved with Terrence. She was seeing Mal at the time it was not something that she had planned. But she and Terrence had shared experiences—-because of Eliza–that it was hard for them not to get deeply involved.
Jeanne opened her car window, because the heat in it was making her inflamed. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, she knew that she was aroused enough that she could have made herself have an orgasm if she pressed her thighs together. If she pressed them together just the right way, she would come.
But she was not going to do that—she was waiting for a sweeter reward.
The reward of Terrence.
She stopped in front of his apartment building, and looked up at his building. He waited for her at his door. He pulled her into a tight embrace when she got up to his floor and she kissed him with desperate longing. She would not let go of him and when she finally did, she rubbed his stomach eyes locked with his.
She could not keep her hands off of him.
She took in his scent, pulled unbuttoned his shirt slowly, and he put this hands over hers.
“I want you,” she said softly, her eyes still locked with his.
He pulled her up against him, and her feet off of the floor she wrapped her leg about his.
One of the favorite themes in porn was when the man was in control. When he was aggressive, and made the woman know that he wanted her. When she told him that she wanted him, he was not shy at all about letting her know that he wanted her as well.
Porn was sexy, but with Terrence was sexier. His warm body against hers was sexier.
If Eliza had this now with Rafe, how could she be mad at her for wanting this with Terrence? How could anyone begrudge anyone for wanting this?
Just Terrence on top of her was enough, she could just have him on top of her forever…

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Wicked Wednesday #340—Porn Site

Eliza liked porn.

She and Rafe watched it together. Her feelings were as long as it was somewhere between “female friendly” which was too softcore for her, and acts in which the bottom did not look like there was any pleasure for them was her sweet spot. They enjoyed a fabulous app that curated their porn, and gave them recommendations from things they had watched before. It was their favorite.

Of course they had made their own moments that she remembered and played like porn in her head, but it was nice on movie night to sit together and watch a film. Sometimes something mainstream but racy, and other times only a porn film that catered to one or both of their delights was what they craved.

Like there was a film about a butcher, and she began by expressing her love for prime cuts of meat. Then a customer who she had a crush on walks in, and well meat! It reminded Eliza of one of her favorite times with Rafe when she was making steak, and they ended up making love by the kitchen sink. Watching the meat on the set while the couple had sex, reminded her of that and a Francis Bacon painting that she loved of a butcher.

But next to Rafe, his warm scent and his arms around her…how could she not want more from him?

The film played in the background, but she had moved to his lap as they kissed. He cradled her, and she felt how much he wanted her. She straddled him, and slipped his elastic waistband over his hips so she could just look at him for a moment. On movie night they usually wore things that were easy to remove. His track pants slipped down easily, and her see-through slip and lacy thong were hardly a barrier.

She licked her lips as she had had enough of looking at him, and wanted him inside of her. All the tension in her body released as she felt him enter her. She knew him so well, she felt him

inside her like a missing piece. They moved together with ease, they knew what to do to each other. He looked up at her, and she did not break his stare.

Porn was nice, but it was nothing like actually having sex with someone you love.

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Masturbation Monday No. 222 via @MollysDailyKiss — Mistletoe

Damaris looked in the mirror, and she saw Carole. Not as a ghost, but herself as Carole. They had looked alike as young girls but now…it was undeniable how much she looked like her dearly departed sister. She dyed her hair the color Carole’s was, and she was poised to take her place.

But she couldn’t.

Even in her death, Carole eclipsed her.

Damaris threw the mirror to the ground, when the tears came to her eyes again.

All of her life she was second place to Carole. Because even though she looked “classier,” she was the one who people thought was unapproachable. They liked Carole because she was the sister who was more down to earth, more bohemian.

Damaris had only ever wanted to be loved herself, and she thought that Gui had loved her but he loved Carole and was just using her in her place.

She was not even a good replacement Carole.

She was staying now in Carole’s apartment in Paris—she did not want to be in London anymore. But she was terribly lonely, so she went to the bar that was nearby. When people first could not keep their eyes off of her, she realized that they probably thought she was Carole reincarnated.

She was not.

A man walked in—not from there—and looked at her. He would be the one to help her stave off her loneliness for the night. In the doorjamb of the apartment, she looked at him with pursed lips eager as if she was under the mistletoe.

He kissed her, his hunger for her lips made her wonder what he was trying to stave off—did it matter? He pulled her onto the terrace, Paris watched as her kissed her lips like he was fucking them roughly. They throbbed with hunger when he pulled her away from him and looked at her licking his lips.

Her lips still pursed, her hunger was sharp and she was thankfully not alone…

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Masturbation Monday No. 221 by @more_matters — Grieving

They had made love not out of want or need, but out of companionship. Sabrina’s stockings were ripped and torn not from desire, but from the necessity of making contact with warm skin and any barrier was ruined in the process.
The thong was wet and soiled with Gui’s come, as was her dress. Sabrina turned on her side and realized that she would need to see if there was something she could wear, if even a shirt to wrap about her and make a mini dress.
But first, she looked at Gui. His face had softened, and he looked like the mischievous man she had met with Carole. She touched his cheek, and realized that he was disfigured with grief. It was now clear to her what had happened.
Damaris had wanted to replace Carole for him, but she did not realize that all she was a replacement. As much as he had promised her she was not, all he saw was Carole when he looked at her. Yes, he was embarrassed because of the shame of what had happened between them. But what really ravaged his looks were his guilt and grief.
“You told me,” he whispered softly, as she stroked his unshaven cheek. “You told me it was too soon, you told me not with her but I did not see it…”
Sabrina kissed him, she knew he needed to say everything but this was not the time for I told you so. She kissed him, and he understood the soothing motion of her mouth as he pulled her close to him.
“I am here for you Gui, always.”
He rolled her onto her back.
“You know with you I was never confused. It was like you were another part of Carole. Not Carole, but just so close to her. It made me happy to see you two together.
He caressed her stomach and lower, lower until she arched up at him.
“You are not a surrogate,” he said, his fingers caressing the lips between her legs. “Thank you for being you.”
Sabrina closed her eyes and wrapped her arms and legs about him. She was still grieving as well, and it was like Gui was a bridge to her repressed memories…

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(Flash &) Fleur Friday No. 24 — Listen (Words of Love)

Jeanne had not stopped shaking since she had slapped Eliza.
She had not had any idea that she was going to slap her sister, but Eliza had been unbearable and what she had said about sloppy seconds had been mean and downright nasty.
But the slap had been hurtful to her as well. Terrence had held her since the slap, and now they were in his apartment. He was still holding her, he walked her into the bedroom past a lovely sculpture that looked like it was listening for something but there was dead silence as he undressed her. He caressed her with his hands, with each touch she stopped shaking bit by bit.
He leaned down and kissed her, and she cradled his cheeks in her hands. His skin was so warm and soft. She could see the sculpture still listening for sound, but the only sound to be heard was the rustle of the sheets as they got into bed. The room was dark, and the sculpture looked like the moon looming behind them in a mirror.
Jeanne looked into Terrence’s eyes, and he trained his on her searching her face.
“You make me feel good,” she said softly, and kissed his shoulder.
Still silent, he kissed her and the place between her breasts which she pushed together to caress him. Terrence rubbed his cheeks against them, before her kissed her nipple.
“I need you,” Jeanne said, arching her body up to let him know what she really did.
He did not delay, his attention focused on the lower part of her body. He had to still her because she was levitating wildly.
“I need you too,” he whispered into her ear. “I need you too.” Their need was evident with how seamlessly their bodies joined. Jeanne still levitated, but now Terrence held her hips and pressed them all the more to him. If the sculpture was still listening there were deep moans and cries between them now, and after a while words of love…

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Masturbation Monday No. 219 by @PetraPanReviews

Sabrina looked at herself in the mirror. Her obsession with the Eiffel Tower was evident, as she saw its reflection in hers. Her main priorities in the hotel she booked, were that she would be able to see the Tower from her room.
Otherwise she would not feel like she was in Paris.
Harry covered the Tower from her view, and she looked at him not sure what she loved more for a moment.
Everything about Paris was lovely.
Except Damaris who was in Paris getting married to Gui.
Sabrina almost did not want to go to the wedding, but she was invited and she realized that Gui was more than just a friend to her. She needed to be there for him.
She knew in New York, that he was getting in too deep with Damaris all over town. But she was shocked, when he proposed to Damaris on her last day in New York and asked her to come to the tiny wedding in which Carole’s parents would be there.
“Of course,” Sabrina had said, because what else was she going to say?
Damaris had looked lovely in her vintage white cocktail dress. She looked like Sabrina was pretty sure Carole would have wanted to look if she had gotten married. Carole had always wanted to fall in love, and she had been in love many times…including with her.
“Are you okay?” Harry asked her.
She looked at him through the mirror, and nodded. He knew that she was not happy about the wedding.
He kissed the curve of her neck, and pulled her close to him.
“You were so much more beautiful than her, I could not keep my eyes off of you the entire wedding.”
Harry’s hands covered her breasts, and looked like a mock steeple on her chest. There was something more sacred about the two of them than what she had witnessed this afternoon. She knew that she loved Harry, and that Harry loved her. There was nothing sinister. To be fair, she knew that there was nothing that proved that Damaris wanted anything sinister with any of them but she did not trust her.
Suddenly Harry pinched her nipples so hard that her full focus was on him, and the demand that he made on her body. He knew how to make her feel better when she was at a loss for words. He replaced her fingers with his teeth, and she moaned. His teeth on her nipple, his finger up her ass—her sensory overload was epic.
His body parts played musical chairs with hers. Next it was his mouth on her anus, his fingers pulling at her nipples and then he entered her ass. If her ass could have gotten naturally wet, it would have been after all of the attention that he paid to it.
The Eiffel Tower watched her get fucked in the mirror, and Harry soothed her nerves.
For a Paris moment…

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Fleur Friday No. 22 — Rosebud

He could not keep his hands off of her breasts, pulling just gently but firmly enough on her nipples. Her internal gasps every time he touched her were overwhelming, Jeanne felt like she was going to explode.
And then his eyes, it almost hurt to look at them because they were so beautiful. It was not the color, but then intensity with which Terrence looked at her. The intensity she feared would break like glass—but it did not. He never stopped looking at her like he needed her, and was afraid to lose her.
His eyes mirrored hers.
She pressed her body to his, her eyes trained on his and rubbed herself against him. The hunger deep inside her core was too much to let linger anymore. Terrence mirrored her movement, and slid into her so seamlessly it did not feel like he entered her. It felt like he was part of her, as he fed her hunger. After such a long time of almost, actually felt better than she could have imagined. Even though his body was still new—she had not memorized all of him yet—it still felt like hers.
He was hers.
All hers.
The same way that Rafe now belonged to Eliza—except she and Terrence were not married. But what was happening between them…this made him hers and she was not sure that she was going to be able to do this with anyone else.
Where did this leave Mal?
Did she only want to have Terrence as hers because she could now, and she knew that Eliza would not be mad about it reasonably?
Had she always been a little in love with him from the first time that they met at the cafe near Eliza’s, but she knew that he was her sister’s so she could not fall? But now she could, she was and he was everything to her in that moment.
When his hand covered both of her breasts and he picked at her nipple making it big and hard as a rosebud…
He was hers.

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Masturbation Monday No. 218/ Friday Flash No. 30 — Abstract

Sabrina at this point had seen Damaris and Gui stop in every bathroom at every stop they had made since they had been out that day. They could not keep their hands off of each other in general, and they escaped to the bathroom for a rendezvous every chance that they got.
The painting that she was looking at in the gallery was just as abstract as Sabrina’s thoughts. Damaris scared her, almost as if she was a ghost. She looked so much like Carole, and she had so much of Carole’s demeanor. But she was not Carole, and she was afraid that Gui thought she was.
They were all grieving.
Disheveled hair and clothes, Damaris walked out of the bathroom first and then moments after Gui walked out. The gallery owner looked up. There was no question what had happened between the two of them.
Sabrina adjusted her sunglasses, happy that they could not see her eyes.
Looking at Damaris reminded her of what it had been like to be intimate with Carole. It felt like a betrayal to Carole that Damaris reminded her of the close relationship she had had with her best friend. Kissing Carole, being tender with her…and then she remembered the declaration of love that Carole had made to her. How would she ever forgive herself for the love that she had not known was there, and that was now gone?
Damaris and Gui looked at each other, and with their hands all over each other slipped back into the bathroom.
Sabrina stared at the abstract painting again, the abstract image reminded her of Carole. Was it because it looked like Carole, or because Carole was on her mind? Still thankful for her sunglasses shielding her tears, Sabrina could feel Carole’s skin on her like web. She was caught in her memories, as the audio of Damaris and Gui’s fucking increased incrementally.

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E[Lust] No. 111 — Sexy Maid

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(Flash &) Fleur Friday No. 21 — Scarecrows

They passed a bunch of scarecrows and skeletons, on the way to Terrence’s apartment. It was Halloween after all, and it was a bit creepy but not completely. Jeanne wanted Terrence so much, and the way he held her hand let her know that he wanted her just as much.
In the lobby of his building, he opened the door and pulled her close to him so she could feel every bit of his desire and how it equaled hers. If he could have put his fingers between her legs—and she was sure he would momentarily—he would feel every bit of her longing liquified.
In the elevator, he cornered and kissed her with so much fever she was afraid that she was going to spontaneously combust. In his apartment, he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. It was such a terribly romantic gesture, that Jeanne was afraid that she was going to melt in his arms.
All the time that she had spent denying that she wanted him, started to dissolve as his body covered hers.
“Is this okay? Do you want this Jeanne? I don’t want you to think that you have to do anything that you are not ready to do…”
Jeanne realized that she had made him think that she was not that ready for him because there had been so many stops and starts when they were together previously.
“I want you,” she whispered softly, looking up at him. “I have wanted you for a very long time, and now…”
 Looking in his eyes at close range, felt more intimate than kissing felt because her eyes were closed then, and now she was afraid she would dissolve into the sheets.
She was more scared now than she had been by any of the scarecrows or skeletons she had seen on the way over to his place to lie under him…

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