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Masturbation Monday No. 212 — Over the Atlantic Ocean

Sabrina was happy to be on a plane heading back to New York, it felt like deja vu sitting next to Damaris who reminded her so much of Carole. London had been so full of ghosts for her, especially Camden. It was nice to be going back home.
“You must be happy to be going back home,” Damaris said softly, reading her mind incidentally. Damaris hated flying, and she had taken pills for her nerves. “I just decided to go to New York because it was Carole’s second city, and…you know Sabrina…my sister and I were not terribly close, but she was still my sister and I am really sad to have lost her. I want to walk in her footsteps a little…”
Damaris lazily ran her fingers over Sabrina’s thigh, and Sabrina wondered if she wanted to fool around with her—did she know that about Carole and her?
“Being with Gui, it was nice, a way for both of us to grieve. He is not the first boyfriend that Carole and I shared. We both liked this guy Cooper, and we both were sleeping with him but we did not know. He was so sleazy, that he actually invited us both to his apartment and said he thought that we knew. We were so classy, and so “above it,” we both drank champagne and took turns giving him head like it was a competition! We were so detached as sisters, we did not even get mad or anything.”
Damaris sucked her thumb, and Sabrina was not sure if it was a Freudian regression or she was trying to demonstrate her blow job techniques. She pulled up her blanket, and put her head on Sabrina’s shoulder where she began to snore loudly.
Sabrina stared at the miles on the screen before her, to see how far they were from New York. It was her favorite way to detach when she was on a plane. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Damaris’ arm extend under her blanket and she was pretty sure she knew what was happening underneath it as Damaris’ breath got deeper and deeper on her shoulder. Sabrina felt like she was involved in a sexual act that had nothing to do with her. It was smoke and mirrors.
They were halfway to New York City Sabrina now knew, in both kilometers and miles.

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Velvet by Decadent Guest Blogger, Asrai Devin

Asrai Devin is a brilliant writer, and one of the most generous souls on Twitter who loves to share her fellow writers’ work. But like I said, her own work is so decadent and compelling (I have included several pieces on SexySmut), that I asked her to please share a piece with me for my blog and am thrilled that she did! What she wrote was “Velvet”…

Velvet

by

Asrai Devin

Allie knelt on the bed. Her knees pressed into the white, velvet blanket.
“Look over your shoulder at me.”
She glanced back at Garrett, looking for his approval. The camera obscured his expression. The shutter clicked in time with his finger.
“Pull up your skirt so I can see your sexy panties.”
Allie flipped up the checked fabric to expose her ass. She looked back, biting her bottom lip.
“Spread your legs, a little. Let me see between.”
She heard the squish in the silent room as she parted her thighs. Showing herself was so hot. She’d come when he posted them online. He liked when she sat on his knee while they read the comments and he stroked her. Or sometimes she touched herself.
She pulled her panties tight to highlight the outline of her pussy.
“Nice,” Garrett murmured. Click, click, click. “A bit of a bad girl today. Your panties are all wet. Take them off.”
She rolled to her back and slid them off her legs.
“Blow everyone a kiss.”
She pressed her palm to her lips then blew the kiss to his camera. “That’s for you.”
“I love you baby girl. One more pose.”
“Just one?” she pouted.
“We had a request. I need you on your knees, legs spread.”
Allie got into position then arched her back. “Like this?”
“Really close, angel. Use your fingers to open yourself.”
“Is this why you shaved me today?”
“It is. Show yourself.”
Garrett pushed the camera lens between her legs while she peeled her velvet lips open. The soft click of the camera filled her. She felt the drips of arousal seep from her.
“All done, angel.”
She flipped to her back and searched his face for judgement. “Was I a good girl?” She put two fingers between her curved lips.
He set the camera aside. “Yes, angel. You are a very good girl.”
He settled over her to give her a reward.

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(Flash and) Fleur Friday No. 15

Terrence had pressed Jeanne to the wall, after he made her come in the middle of her new apartment in Brooklyn. She had not been with anyone since she had moved to this apartment, and she wanted him to be the first. When he kissed her she melted, but she grabbed his hand as he sought to place it between her legs again.
“I can’t be with you, until I tell Eliza first,” she said in a whoosh of breath, as he kissed her neck.
“Eliza and I are not together anymore, you know that…” he said looking in her eyes, and taking her hand to his heart.
“But she is my sis-friend,” Jeanne added quickly, and she hoped that she made it sound like she was just stuttering.
Terrence held her hand, but looked at her mouth like he wanted to kiss her again. Jeanne wanted him to kiss her again, but she knew that she had to tell Eliza about it.
She had to tell Eliza everything. How long had it already been, and she had not told her a thing? They were friends, that was for sure but she was still anxious to tell her that she was her father’s illegitimate daughter. Especially now that said father was dead, and there was nothing he could say and nothing really to be gained.
But she had to tell her.
“Let’s go take a walk, okay?” Jeanne looked up at Terrence, looking at his mouth because she did want to kiss him. She wanted to kiss him so much again, her lips were still swollen in both places from having kissed him moments ago.
Moments later, they were walking outside holding hands. As they walked through Industry City with Aperol Spritzes in plastic cups, Jeanne paused at a sculpture that confounded her. From behind there was an anthropomorphic rabbit sitting on a donkey. From the front there was also an anthropomorphic dog that the female rabbit was holding onto. There was something sensual about it, but also completely surreal. Terrence held her, his Aperol Sprtiz floating before her eyes, and she leaned back into him sweetly tipsy.
She had to tell Eliza, because she wanted Terrence.

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Masturbation Monday No. 211/KOTW 9/16-30 — Sex Workers

“I was here all of the time, you just could not see me,” Graham said stepping closer to her in the room. “I have never left you, I know everything you have done.”
Sabrina scoffed, as she bent to open the minibar. She picked up whatever amber fluid was there, she liked them all so it really did not matter.
“I bet,” she said, as she raised her frosted glass to him.
The thing was, she knew that he was not lying.
When he hired her as an escort, he made her feel special. He told her that he appreciated what she did, but at the same time he never let her think that it was more than that.
Until it was.
It was a business transaction. Sabrina was a sex worker, it was very easy for her to separate business from personal. Sometimes business brought pleasure—and that was okay. Graham was an amazing lover, though his desires might make some anxious she enjoyed exploring them with him. This was the reason being with him was still intense, even if she did not know what to expect from him.
“I missed you, we have been through a lot. You keep thinking you can run away and people just get left and it is okay. It is not okay Nusch…” His eyes were almost liquid with meaning, as he looked at her.
“Don’t call me that! Don’t call me that, and just…” “What? Nichy? Sabrina? Whoever the fuck you are now!”
“Get out! Leave me alone!”
“If I leave, I am never coming back. Do you want that?”
Sabrina walked away from him, before she felt him wrap his arms about her waist. Her loosely wrapped robe was no barrier between them. As it fell off of her shoulder, he placed his chin it.
She did want him to go away, she was tired of her ghosts following her.
She was tired.
He pushed her robe off of her, and kissed her shoulder. The plush robe about her feet, the cool air on her naked body and the sound of him unbuckling his belt made Sabrina swoon. Graham caught her, and took her to the bed. He looked in her eyes, and it always felt like he knew what she needed.
Whether it was to be loved or fucked.
He finished undressing, and she idly caressed herself as she felt her body heat with memories of things they had done together. He pressed himself behind her on the bed, and Sabrina eased into him. His body hot and familiar to her, she rubbed herself against him. Dry humping in a way. Graham pulled her nipples, and spanked them her breasts. Sabrina heard her deep groan, and acted like the animal she was.
Because that is all that humans are at the end of the day..

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Masturbation Monday No. 210 — Sexy Maid

Graham looked at her body, it was more than just a glance. He studied her like a piece of art—her fingers tugging at her nipples and between her legs.
Her touch of her body was not sexual, it was just comfortable and nerves.
Sabrina knew that Pretty Woman was—she had lived it. When she met Graham, she was a high class escort—that was how she had met Carole. And the two of them often worked together.
She worked with Graham alone though, and she was nervous. On his file, he had ticked that he liked role play and would like a naughty maid among other things in his hotel room. Sabrina dressed the part, she found something both sexy and even looked sexy to herself. She played around with a feather duster, and took pictures of herself in the bathroom. Even texting one to Graham, while he was on his way. When he got there, he looked at her much like he was looking at her now. With reverence, and looked unsure what to do.
Then: she stood like she was a statue, like she was porcelain and he touched her like she was. Until his touch was incendiary. They both were ignited from his most simple caress of her collar. She dropped her feather duster, as he played with her lacy collar and kissed her. He raised her arms up over her head, and pulled on her collar and it was almost like he was delicately choking her…
Almost.
Her hands up over her head, she could not touch him but she used the rest of her body to let him know she was playing along. Her tilted pelvis caressed his, and he wrapped his arms about her hips. She kept her arms above her head, as he kissed her again.
“Hold your feather duster,” he breathed, as he picked it up and handed it to her.
She saw herself in the mirror, across from them, holding the feather duster. Her face not covered by her phone like in her selfies, but glowing as he knelt before her. Sabrina held the feather duster for dear life, as she rode his face. Her scent wafted up to her, and she could feel she was creaming as he lapped her.
Like she was cream.
Now: she moved her hands from her body, and pulled on her robe.
“Why now? Why today? Where have you been Graham?” she interrogated him.

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Wicked Wednesday #327 — Lifestyle/Friday Flash No. 21 — La Vie Est Belle

Eliza was lying on the lounge chair on the roof. Rafe had taken her for the weekend to a very extravagant hotel, where only they had access to this part of the roof. She was naked, covered in sunscreen and catching all of the rays she could. He idly rubbed her backside and more than sexual, it was terribly calming.
His finger slipped between her cheeks, and he caressed her puckered hole there.
That was when it became more sexual, and she turned onto her back to look up at him. He could not keep his hands off of her, and started to play with her breasts.
Since the last car accident, she was still in rehab and still needed some pain medicine to relieve her of some more than dull aches at night.
And to relieve her of other things too…
She looked as much as she could at the sun, which was bright. Turning on her side, she picked up a wine glass that said La vie est belle—which was the name of this paradise that Rafe had taken her to.
Ingrid had suggested it, since she was on an away conference in Brussels. She knew that Eliza and Rafe had not had extended time together recently.
“I know what Rafe and I have, but I also know what you and he had. I don’t want him to feel torn. We both love him,” Ingrid told her over cocktails.
Eliza shivered when she thought that to herself. She did love Rafe, she loved him more than she was almost able to bear.
This was her new lifestyle, being Rafe’s second.
Wasn’t she always in a way?
But know she knew she was not the only lady in his life, and she was free to be with him or not.
She wanted to be free, she thought as she arched into him fully cupping her breasts and kissing her neck. He kissed her neck up to her mouth, and she felt molten between her legs. She not losing this part. He knew her body better than anyone. He noticed aberrations with it even before she did, and he loved like it was an art.
He let his robe fall apart. His body devastating in the sun, as he covered her.
“What do you want Liza?” he asked against her throat.
She laughed, as the sensation of his voice and breath tickled her collarbone.
She wanted the world.

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Masturbation Monday No. 209/ KOTW Sept 1-15 with imagery by Kisungura

This is one of the riskiest sex scenes I have written on this blog. In case you forgot who Graham is, here is a reminder–this was originally Masturbation Monday No. 57. There is a gun in this scene, and there is never any risk of harm to Nichy–but I thought I should mention it…

Graham moved the gun from within her harness slowly, licking his lips. A smile curled the corner of his mouth like a piece of burning paper curls up on the edge. Nichy barely breathed, as she looked him straight in the eye. She was not going to show a bit of fear with him because he would like it, but he would not believe it.
He knew her.
He dragged the cold steel between her breasts, along her ribs, around her navel and between her legs. He paused there, looking into her eyes harder.
“You are fucking wet, fucking wet Nusch…” he whispered quietly to himself as if she was not there, as if he could not believe it.
Nichy wanted to close her eyes, but she could not. As much as she had run from Graham, having him there now was too much to deal with.  She remembered when she first met him. He was the ultimate bad boy, not a pretend one like the ones that she had dated in high school and college, with slicked back hair or wearing leather. He literally was involved in things that she did not know about. He looked at her, and she was done. All she could think about was relieving the itch that she felt. She wanted to caress her clit when she saw him, she was that uncomfortable with desire.
He looked at her with the same intense gaze that he looked at her with now, while caressing her clit with his gun.
His look had been intense when they met as well, they were drawn to each other like she had never been drawn to anyone. She did not hear the music or conversation in the room, she literally floated to him. He was a gentleman, even though she knew he was a rogue deep inside of her. He pulled out her chair, and kissed her hand—acted like he was afraid to touch her.
They did not make love right away, he made her feel like she was going to go crazy before he would even kiss her. Then he did kiss her, his hands on her hips and his lips hungry. Nichy, well she was Nusch then, felt every bit of his desire in his soft kiss. Graham had never had to demand anything from her, she gave him everything that she could. He kneaded her body like dough in the beginning, without any concern to her clit which jerked with need for him. She was so wet, that she felt it coat her anus.
Her anus was wet now as she rode the shaft of the gun. Graham pulled it from her, with Nichy was dizzy with desire. She saw the shaft of the gun was wet with her come, and looked at Graham with a mixture of hatred and desire.
He held the gun at her belly button, she heard it click before he put it down and looked at her. She was still as he loosened the rope about her. Nichy loved how she looked in the harness, loved that he had done it to her again.
All this time, she had been running from him, but after he untied her she swooned. Not from the tingling of her arms from having been up over her head either. She ran from Graham because she knew that she was never going to be able to stay away from him, and he was no good for her. There was nothing good that came from being with him. Her hips still moved as if she were riding the gun.
Graham slapped her breasts, and pinched her nipple so hard she cried out.
“You think I am going to give you what you want so easily? You slut, what were you about to do with that guy?”
“Gavin!” she shrieked.
“Gavin,” he copied her shriek. “My driver will drive him around until he comes to. But you were going to fuck him, weren’t you?”  Graham stepped back from her, caressing the bulge in his pants. Nichy felt soothed because at least he was hard for her, and maybe he would give her what she wanted.
What she always wanted.
“You like that don’t you, Nusch?” he asked her.
Nichy realized that she was drooling, and she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She wanted Graham so bad, she was not sure what she was going to do…
…if he did not give her what she wanted.
He undid his belt, and unzipped his pants. Nichy licked her dry lips as he offered himself to her, without stepping closer.
“Crawl,” he drawled, and she did. Eyeing his shiny shoes, she heard his belt as he slipped it off but was not prepared for the sting on her back. Nichy arched, and he filled her mouth with every inch of him.
She wanted to be force fed. She wanted it so bad, she drooled and her eyes filled with tears as he shoved it into her mouth. “Sit back on your heels.”
Nichy did as Graham told her.
He left her there.
With her desire, she had forgotten how vindictive he was. He would punish her for running away for this long…

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Guest Blogger Mischa Eliot Kneads Out Our Kinks!

This is the second time that my friend and fellow Sister in Smut has graced my blog. The first time was finger licking good! Following the edible theme, here is an excerpt from her delectable novella, Knead…yum…

I wrote Knead while taking Rachel Kramer Bussel’s last Between the Sheets class at LitReactor. Thank the heavens for Dr. J. If she hadn’t told me it was her last class, I’d have waited for the next one. It was not only worth the money and the time, it was the best writing class focused on erotica that I’ve taken. Oh wait, it’s the only class focused on erotica that I’ve taken. But if you’re going to take a class, it’s best to go with the best of the best – the cream of the crop – the icing on the cupcake.
Speaking of cupcakes, our first assignment was to write an erotic short about food. I have a coworker who makes homemade pizza and knows that I write smut. It’s fun and interesting having people know your secret life. When I came to him and started randomly asking questions about making pizza he lit up. Who doesn’t want to talk about something their passionate about? Listening to him brought this story to life.
It was funny because he didn’t realize why and then he asked and things just went smutty from there. All the comments about sausage and pepperoni and who knows what else. Let’s just say, it made my day and made Knead one of my most fun writing projects.

Knead Excerpt:

The taste of peach tea and honey and Zane exploded on my tongue. I didn’t want to stop kissing him, but in order to undress, we had to do just that. “God, I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.” Tank tops went flying, my bra vanished somehow. But, his words stuck in my brain.
“You mean when you moved in?” I unbuckled his belt and then focused on the button and zipper. I wanted him naked in front of me now. Zane’s hands were following my lead and he had my shorts off before I had his jeans to his ankles.
“No, back in high school. You were writing in a notebook at lunch. I read a little of what you were writing before you slapped the notebook shut. It was fucking sexy as hell.” He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard, nipping my lips and tongue with his teeth.
Thrill zinged up and down throughout my synapses. This man, who I thought had never noticed me when we were young and dumb, had the hots for me when I was shy and geeky. Before I could say anything, he bent down and flicked his tongue against my nipple. I sunk my hands into his hair and pulled him tighter to me.
Instead of taking me right then and there, Zane pulled away. “I should start the shower.” He was panting and his eyes glowed with need, pupils dilated with his intensity. Turning, he turned the handle and water shot out. My insides felt like the drops of water when they hit the tub, bouncing and splashing, full of chaotic energy.
Zane stepped out of his jeans and into the spray. “Do you have any idea how many nights I lay away wondering what you’re typing over there? Your desk is against the same wall as my bed. Sometimes, you type so loud and fast, it’s like you’re in a frenzy.” His words bounced around inside my mind while I watched the warm water soak his hair and skin.
Swallowing hard, I took in his words and the way he looked all wet. It was better than I could ever imagine. “Well, when I’m in a frenzy like that, it’s because I could hear you watching porn through the wall and I kept picturing you stroking yourself until you covered yourself in come.” There was no stopping the words once they started. I had never thought to find a guy who could handle my perverted mind. Every guy I had tried to have a relationship with in the past had been disgusted with the stories I wrote.
Standing in front of me was a man who wanted to know more about me, about what I wrote, about my desires. Zane turned and leaned his head back under the showerhead. “What do you think, Adrienne? Would I make a good story like this?” I watched as he slid his hands down his immaculate body, tweaking his nipples, his cock hanging heavy and hard.

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Wicked Wednesday #326 — Love <3

It was all so familiar, everything was so familiar even though it was in a new place. The entire time that Rafe had been at her apartment taking care of her, they had only ever been in her bed the one time and it was a farewell.
It had felt like farewell, but waking up in her new apartment with Rafe felt like part of their old routine. Because she had woken up beside him for so many years. Rafe looked very comfortable as well. Eliza could see in the mirror across from the bed, as he held her close to him. As usual, he pulled her close when he felt her move awake and she saw his eyelids move from a thin crescent to a flitter.
He kissed her temple, and she closed her eyes. The night before came back to her in a blur… They went out for a fancy dinner, at a haunt they used to frequent. They had a private room, because if people saw them together they would make assumptions and he was engaged to Ingrid now.
Eliza had dressed in a cocktail dress of hers, that she used to wear all the time in the beginning of their relationship. She had put on perfume that she used to wear them—it was supposed to be an ode to their relationship past.
There was not supposed to be a future.
They ate things they liked, and told each other how much they admired each other.
“It was not just what happened with Lila,” Eliza started, putting her fork down. “It was just that I realized that I was not as well-suited for you as Ingrid will be for example.”
Rafe wiped his mouth.
“I never ever wanted to hurt you, but it was all I seemed to do.”
“There was a whole lot of love before there was what severed us, what broke us you know? I will always love you.”
It was saying that aloud that broke her. The tears she caged however, were the tears that Rafe released. She got up, and wiped a tear from his cheek and he took her hand and kissed it.
Kissed her wrist, her elbow—pulled her to him. She fell into his lap, more than sat on it and he kissed her shoulder.
They kissed each other, it was magnetic. He pulled her head to his, and they kissed while she pushed her palms into his thighs for support. She felt him accidentally, and knew what was going to happen between them.
They were going to make love.
Now she was watching him look at her in the mirror, and she saw her face too. She saw love—love that had been hidden and now peeked out from behind its corner. Ingrid and Rafe had an open relationship, so she was not doing anything wrong. Ingrid always said that he still loved her so much, that she knew he would always hold her in his heart…
…and now he was holding her in his arms.

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Masturbation Monday No. 208 — Curtains

Sabrina had not realized how much she missed London—England—until she was back with Drew there.
But she had to go back home.
“Why?” Drew asked, wrapping a towel about his waist. The tantalizing bit of hair and skin that was revealed distracted her, but she knew that she had to give him some kind of answer.
For everything.
When Jeanne asked her where she was, she texted her:
London and Drew.
Jeanne texted her back:
Ahhhh.
Jeanne was her only other friend besides Carole who knew her. But with Jeanne, who was always traveling and liked her she guessed as a character—Jeanne did not demand much from her. Sabrina was a character, if there was nothing else about her that defined her more than anything else.
Sabrina let the sheets drop even more from her, and she could see that he liked looking at her as much as she liked looking at him. Their desire was stronger than his curiosity—at least she hoped so. She really did not want to talk to him about why her life was the way it was.
On top of him, her hips moving at a pace to drive him to madness, Sabrina ran her hands through her hair, and then grabbed his nipples. Drew arched up to her, she smiled.
She would fuck him senseless.
And then leave.
She was super quiet while he slept, and the car took her back to London where she returned to her hotel room. Her forehead was damp with sweat from just thinking, and she started to cry. For the loss of Carole, for the loss of herself a thousand times over and for everything in the world that drove tears from her eyes.
There was a rustle by her curtain, and her heart raced. Her heart did not race from fear, she knew exactly what that rustle was.
“I thought you gave up on me,” she sneered, as the bulge in the curtain revealed itself to her.
Graham.
She never felt safe to think he was gone, because when she did, he always returned.
“Did you miss me Nusch?”
Sabrina started to laugh hysterically, and continued taking off her clothes. She never took her eyes off of Graham as she did. She stepped out of her shoes, and absently played with her nipple.
“What do you think?” she said, and let her other hand caress the split between her legs.

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