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Wicked Wednesday #323 — Collaboration

“Thank you,” Eliza said to Rafe, standing up. She was still sore all over, but it was time for him to go.

For a broken up couple, they had collaborated nicely on getting her to this point. She was still in pain all over, and was taking pain meds to alleviate some of it. But she was ready to move around.

“Of course.”

They looked at each other. He was not pleading, and she did not want him to. It was over, wasn’t it clear? But it still felt so cold to just let him go. Even though she knew he had already moved on, she did not know with who, but she knew him and could tell.

So not to be cold, she hugged him. And like a match lit, he kissed her and touched her every spot that did not hurt. Between her legs for instance, where she had not even touched herself for days. His finger lingered there, and he knew her—how to make her wet. Countering the pain that she had in trying to move, she was not broken there.

A deep moan, so deep it was almost volcanic surged from her and he covered her mouth as if she was resisting. She was not. She was not sure what her body was capable of, but he had started her up and he had to finish her off. She wrapped her arms about him, and pressed her cheek to his chest. He pulled her close to him, and turned her chin up to his gently. Standing up had been a ginger affair, but he spread her back down over her mattress and pulled her robe apart. She was still, as he kissed her mouth slowly down to her breasts, and never once stopped touching her between her legs. She came like a cough, so suddenly and automatically and still he did not stop.

Touching her.

She remained on her side after, looking at him as he pulled her robe back together. He sat up, and she put her hand on his thigh.

“Thank you again,” she said, and he smiled.

He made sure that she remembered she was a woman, and that was the kindest thing he could have done for her because she had forgotten amidst all of her pain. He bent to kiss her.

“I will always love you, always.”

Eliza felt the tears come to her eyes, and he cooed and kissed her cheek as her tears spilled and wiped them up.

“I don’t want you to cry anymore Eliza, not over me.”

She smiled through her tears, as he kissed her again and then got up from the bed. The weight of his body was a loss, as he walked away from the bed and out of the door.

This was their final collaboration.

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Masturbation Monday #207/ KOTW 8.16-31: Sea/Ocean

Sabrina was riveted to the canal at Camden Lock, and sometimes she felt that was why she fell for Drew there because it was so romantic at the bar meeting him with Carole…But driving with him to the home that he had in St. Ives, made Camden Town pale in comparison.
Drew looked more relaxed. She got a glimpse of her own face in the rearview mirror, and saw that even with her shaded eyes she looked more relaxed.
Drew took her hand, and they walked into his house after they had lingered at a local pub. The first thing that Sabrina saw was the sea, as if it was coming through the window into the house. It aroused her, the beauty of the sea, and the fact that water had been a scenic part of a lot of her lovemaking with Drew in the UK. He pulled her close at that moment like he could read her mind, and reached under her dress to check.
He had told her not to wear any underwear, and she obeyed him. The slickness between her legs made the skirt of her dress cling to her labia, and that subtle touch was almost enough to drive her to the edge.
“Good girl,” he said, and smacked her bare bottom. Sabrina almost felt like she was on the brink from that simple touch. His second smack really did have her hovering on the edge.
“Don’t torture me…” she breathed out, and was ashamed for the words as soon as she uttered them.
“I am not vindictive N-lady,” he whispered against her temple. Sabrina knew it was awkward for him, he met her as Nichy and now she was Sabrina and she still had explained a damn thing. But they wanted each other so much it almost did not matter. “I want to taste you again.”
Sabina felt her cunt reflect the sea with its waves, as she sat on Drew’s face and he lapped her up. The waves matched her own internal ones, as he parted her cheeks and lapped her up more and more. He smacked between her legs and that made her come so hard, that he persisted to smack her over and over after. Her backside was given attention too, and Sabrina thought that she would shatter like a vase. Shattered, she fell forward and kissed his thighs, licked the hair along them and his balls.
His anus.
He smacked her bottom again.
“You are filthy.” He moaned, as she stuck her tongue inside of him.
She was many things.

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Elust #109

Solicitation is one of the more emotional pieces I have written for Masturbation Monday. It sent me down a rabbit hole character wise…Tomorrow is a brand-new post, but this is the most recent one, which was also written for Kink of the Week. I am so proud and humbled to be included in Elust, because the company is so elite.

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Welcome to Elust 109–

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #110? Start with the rules, come back September 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

A Picture Is Worth a 1000 Words
House Sitting
Shackles & showers

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Comfort Girl
A Pain in the Neck

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

An idea that didn’t slap me in the face

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Erotic Fiction

Solicitation
Masks
Crescendo
The Key to Room 237: Freya – Part 1
Masked Woman

Body Talk and Sexual Health

Mad World
Be afraid…
“Good For Disabled People”
Why I Take Sexy Selfies

Erotic Non-Fiction

SOFT SEX – HARD SEX
Mating Megan
Alone
Face Slapping ~ a controversial issue?
Fuck toy
Lost Pleasure, Found

Thoughts & Advice on Kink and Fetish

Sometimes love don’t feel like it should
Submission

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Why Couldn’t I Just Ask for Lube?
Sensational
I panicked.
Coming in handy
P is for Polyamory
Racy Red

Poetry

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Masturbation Monday No. 206 & KOTW — Ashes

Sabrina felt trapped in the corner of the booth beside Drew, as she looked at Damaris and Gui across the table. It was startling how much Damaris looked like Carole, and how even though they were nothing alike, they had the same mannerisms and voice.
Drew was relaxed as he kept her to the side, he knew she would be still at his side. This game they were playing. Of course he knew who she was, and how long would she pretend to be another incarnation of herself?
Finally, Gui took Damaris’ hand, and she followed him like she would follow him anywhere. Sabrina still was shell-shocked watching them be a couple, when Carole’s ashes were on the table. It was all in a box, with Carole’s name peeping out of the side. It was callous to see her name on the cardboard box.
That was what was left of her friend.
She had not even realized that she had been crying, until she felt Drew’s hand on her face almost like a slap because she had turned so suddenly to face him. He had slapped her face during sex before, he had caressed it delicately and slapped her as she was about to come. She could not decipher the sensation between pain and pleasure as he had done so. It had not been a hard slap, but enough to make her look at him
“I want to see your eyes on me,” he had commandeered.
“I am sorry for your loss,” he said presently, his hand on her knee.
Sabrina looked down at the table, felt the weight of the it shift as Damaris took Carole’s ashes off of it. She looked at Drew as he had wanted her to when he slapped her during sex. He looked like liquid in her eyes, because she was between tears.
“Thank you,” she said, and he kissed her. They were alone now, and she was grateful for it. The things that lips said when pressed together, was a soft litany that brought peace to her.
He pulled her close to him.
“I died when you left, you know? I died when you left, I was so in love with you and you left me,” he murmured.
He blurred in her eyes as the tears came full into her eyes, and fell warm above her cheeks. She was sad about Carole, and guilty about Drew. Even without looking at him, she could feel that she had killed him. She could feel the blood warm, that she made seep out of him.
She remained silent.
“I have a hotel room, I am not going to ask you. But here is the room card…” he started.
He got out of the booth, and she watched his long legs walk away.
Frozen for a second, she followed him.
She did not want to be alone.
He slapped her softly to make her look at him, when they were in bed. He slapped her face, her breasts and between her legs as if to wake her up.
The blood on the surface made her feel alive, before he even slipped into her. When he entered her, she felt the depth of his emotion like fire and she slapped him. His cheek was rough under her palm, and he took her hand. Kissed it, and moved as deep into her as he could.
Sabrina felt sure that when he left her body, she would be cold as a corpse.

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Masturbation Monday No. 205 — Sunset

Sabrina had not expected that she would go to London as soon as she had, but here she was in the chapel sitting next to Gui. The pretty floral urn with gold leaves was beautiful, and Sabrina felt the tears swell in her eyes again.

When Gui called her and told her that Carole’s badly decomposed body had been found in her apartment slumped over her bathtub, she had been shocked silent. She nodded over the phone as if he could see her, and blinked. She finally found her voice after a long silence, and it flooded with tears.

It appeared that she probably had slipped and fallen, and no one had found her until the smell of her decomposition had become noticeable to her neighbors. Her sister had identified her body, and called Gui because she knew that he and Carole were still relatively close. Gui called Sabrina, to let her know what Damaris would call her.

Damaris looked like Carole, she had the same features and the same hair but a more refined and elegant manner. Carole had been beautiful, but looked more bohemian. Damaris looked like money.

Sabrina hugged Damaris when she arrived, and started crying anew. Damaris squeezed her,

“I think you were more of a sister to her than me.” she confided to her.

Sabrina sobbed inconsolably. She had not spoken to Carole since Carole had declared her love for her. With the trace pills consumption that had been found in the toxicology report, Sabrina wondered if Carole’s death was as accidental as they wanted to believe.

It was at the bar later, that Damaris’ prim and proper demeanor broke down. She sat next to Gui in the booth at the quaint bar in Camden Town, and his hand slipped between her legs. It was obvious that she was about to have an orgasm, and Sabrina could not stop staring. Gui looked at Sabrina with a helpless expression, as Damaris looked down at her beer and idly flicked a nipple through her dress. After she came, Damaris excused herself and went to the ladies’ room.

“We grieved together, and she looked so much like Carole. Damaris wanted to be with me because I had been with Carole, to feel closer to her. It was wild, but we did it and it felt good so we keep doing it.”

Sabrina nodded, she was no judge of anyone.

Gui stood up, and embraced a man in a suit. When the man turned around, Sabrina gasped and the man’s eyes darkened.

“Sabrina, this is Drew. Drew, this is Sabrina.” Gui said obliviously.

Sabrina looked down, as Drew nodded. He sat next to her in the booth, crushing her to the wall.

Damaris walked back to the table, as Drew placed his hand on her thigh and Sabrina burned where he touched her.

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Fleur Friday No. 8 — Traditional

Mal was asleep beside her, and Jeanne was somewhere between sleep and wake. Her drowsy eyelids grazed his warm skin and made her feel drugged with tiredness.

“What’s wrong?” Mal whispered, rubbing her cheeks softly under the eyes. Jeanne did not even realize that tears had formed, she pressed her face to his now damp from her tears skin.

“Someone died.”

“I am sorry, was it someone you were close to?”

Jeanne closed her eyes.

“My father.”

Mal wrapped his arms about her, and she sunk into his embrace with a mixture of emotions.

“Were you close? I am not close with my parents…”

“I never met him.”

His embrace tightened about her.

“I grew up with my mom, and she never told me or my father that the other existed. When she died, I found out in her papers.”

“I am sorry.”

Jeanne rolled onto her back, and Mal rolled with her looking into her eyes.

“I have a sister, but she does not know what we are sisters. I went out with her and this guy, and she told me her father was dead—which meant my father was dead and I almost lost it. I did not expect to have such strong emotions about it. I mean I never knew him…”

“But it was your father nonetheless,” Mal said somberly, looking in her eyes. The sun peeked into his eyes with light, and she was riveted.

She nodded.

“You are the only person I have told besides Karys.” Mal nodded, she saw a soft twist of his lips because he knew Karys was important to her. Now she had told him he was important too, and she was ambivalent about it. But she continued. “I am glad that you are with me, I didn’t realize that I did not want to be alone.”

“And you did not call me, I came because I missed you.”

Jeanne nodded, and ran her hands through his hair. He leaned forward, and it all fell into his face. She used her hand to clear the hair from his face, and looked into his sun-filled eyes.

Her emotions for him were staggering, and she was anxious. When she had strong feelings like this, things usually did not go well. She had had traditional and non-traditional relationships, and none of them had gone very well. Looking into his eyes, while he searched hers felt so intimate. When she closed her eyes, his still burned into hers.

Her pretty, pretty Mal.

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Masturbation Monday No. 204–Serpentine

Sabrina cut her finger on the edge of the cardboard Drew—it was like the card that he gave her was a thorn in her purse. But she could not compel herself to throw it out, maybe it was because of the memory of sex with him she had had most recently, the most bizarre role play of all. Or if it was because she was starting to realize that she was not invisible like she seemed to think she was.

She had an affect on people, and she could not even go to London, because she and Carole were not really on speaking terms. She had been silent when Carole told her how she felt about her. She had been shell-shocked really. Sabrina had not imagined anything between them. She thought Carole was just her only and really close friend. Being in love and loving each other, was not something that she had imagined between them.

Carole took her silence as a rejection, and they had barely spoken since.

Should she maybe take the pilgrimage to London to face her demons, and what she had done?

Or should she just let sleeping dogs lie?

She was not sure what she should do, as she watched the blood seep from her finger.

“What happened?” Harry walked into the room, and took her hand.

She looked at him, as he took her finger in his mouth. It was a weird kind of communion watching him take her blood in, and she was mesmerized. Should she let sleeping dogs lie, and try something real with Harry? Would she want him to go through what she had put everyone else through?

“I pricked my finger,” she said quietly, looking at him taking in his eyes. His eyes were calm like the ocean unstirred, as he looked at her. Did she want to make a storm in them?

She kissed him, and tasted her blood on his lips nothing like the wine of a communion. They tasted of blood. She pressed her body to his, and rubbed herself against him. His eyes remained calm, although his lips parted in mirth.

“You are a demon,” he said, and it seemed his lips did not move.

Did he really say that?

She decided to move serpentine about his body. Her hands like the tongue of a snake, lapped at his belt until she moved it from his waist in a swift movement. His body was calm, but between his legs she found his emotion. He was hard and hot, and waiting for her.

Serpentine on her knees, her tongue flicked out like a snake’s. The first lash of her tongue on his shaft, and she saw him turn wild like a turbulent sea.

She was a demon maybe, she thought. Harry knew her too well…

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(Flash And) Fleur Friday No. 6

Jeanne was in a daze between the wine, and the incredulity of the fact that her father was dead. The father she never met was dead, and it was a startling revelation. She hoped she covered up nicely enough, when Eliza took her hand and asked if she was okay. When she left Eliza and Terrence for a car home, and arrived there she felt numb during her shower.

She went right to sleep.

When she woke up in the morning, she had a need for release. Much like she had had the other time she went to Mal’s apartment. But she was too lazy to go to his place, so she rolled around in her bed. She was startled when she heard her buzzer, and she pulled the eye mask she wore to sleep up over her head. She was naked because she did not believe in anything but her and the sheets in bed, as she walked to the door.

“Hello?” Her voice was groggy—froggy really—and her incidental French accent was thicker than usual.

“Fleur?”

Jeanne buzzed Mal up, she did not get dressed and she did not remove her mask from over her head. She opened the door, and the sight of him in a t-shirt and jeans, and his long hair twisted up left her speechless.

“I need you,” he said, and wrapped his arms about her body.

She needed him too, she needed him and things that she could not name or did not even know. She stood on her bare tiptoes, and kissed him. He pulled her into him running his hands over her body, with the intimate knowledge he had acquired from being with her. He knew that caressing her ribcage made her chuckle, but prolonged it made her groan. His pressed his hand on her hip, and kissed her neck and shoulders.

“I want to leave marks on you,” he said, after a long kiss on the round of her shoulder.

Jeanne nodded, and took his hair out of its twist.

“You can do whatever you want to me…”

Driven by lust, they moved together and Mal placed her eye mask back over her eyes. Jeanne felt a lascivious thrill, with the loss of her sight. Her heart raced, and Mal kissed and licked there. Then the racing of her heart pounded between her legs. He pulled her leg up, and she wrapped them around his body, which meant she had to trust him so she would not fall.

He did not let her fall…

Jeanne is burying her grief is lust with Mal this week, Eliza was thinking of Jeanne as she fulfilled her own lust. And Sabrina well, she experienced lust as usual. Follow all of my ladies for their sometimes interconnected stories.

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Wicked Wednesday #321 — Lust

Terrence’s tongue felt like water bobbing around her when she was perfectly still. Eliza closed her eyes, and fondled her breasts as she sat on his face. He had been looking at her all evening like if Jeanne was not there, he would have placed her across the table and fucked her for everyone to see.

Not caring at all.

The way he made her feel now, Eliza was conflicted. She felt pure lust for him, but at the same time she was not sure how she felt about his relationship with Lila. Rafe had explained to her that Lila was a dominatrix, and that he only utilized her for business. Eliza laughed. The business of sex that he did not want to share with her? Did Lila dominate Terrence as well? But he had been in a relationship with her, so was that completely different?

And then Jeanne. Eliza saw Jeanne’s eyes fill with tears almost when she said her father was dead. Jeanne was reserved for the most part, even as she was open and receptive…to see her face filed with emotion was startling in that instant.

“Are you okay?” She had asked, swallowing her wine, putting her glass down and taking Jeanne’s hand in hers.

Jeanne looked awkward, as she nodded.

Terrence’s foot had been between her legs for awhile at that point under the table. He paused with Jeanne’s show of emotion, but resumed as soon as Jeanne said she was okay.

Eliza pinched her nipple, and ground into Terrence’s fingers slipping into her other wet hole. His tongue darting in and out of her front, and his fingers in the back made her convulse with pleasure. She wanted not to come undone as she did, but she did and she could feel his smile of satisfaction against her lips as her kissed as they pulsed.

She was still so sexually attracted to him even thought he had hurt her more than he knew he had, and more than she had expected him to.

She dug her nails into his shoulders, and he grunted with pleasure even as she knew she had to be hurting him a bit. Maybe he liked that more than she thought…maybe Lila dominated him like she dominated Rafe. And it made her want to hurt him, just to see if it would drive his lust…

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Masturbation Monday #203 — Craving

Sabrina was curled on the bed, blanket pulled up over her so she could block out the sun. Her body still ruminated from what happened at the hotel between her and Drew.

She did not know if Drew knew it was her, or if he really thought that she was a lookalike that he had picked up. What he did to her was not something that she was sure he would do to a stranger, or something he would do because he was angry with her. He did not hurt her, but he was very rough which he had been with her before but not like this.

And she liked it, she liked it very much. She craved it now.

Her anus still felt like he was inside her. They had had anal when they were together, and he was careful to make sure she was ready for it. She was so wet when he pressed his tip to her hole, that he almost could have used it for lubrication. But he fingered her with warm lube that still made her shiver, as he eased it over her opening. Sabrina bit her lip hard, so she would not come as he applied it. When he was inside her, she bucked against him wildly and he spanked her once to an immediate orgasm.

Her backside was raw from the spanking with his hand and belt, and she still craved more. She wanted to see him again, and from the way that he held her tightly even as she slipped away from him she knew he was more invested than he was pretending not to be.

His card was in her purse, and her fingers burned for her to just touch the card—the cardboard version of him. Instead, she reached for her cell phone, clicked on the star icon for favorite people and pressed Jeanne’s name.

When Jeanne did not answer, she figured it was just as well. Maybe it was best for her to lie with her emotions…

She woke up later, naked and still ruminating with what she and Drew had done. She was in her apartment, so she did not have to worry that Harry would come and find her with swollen eyes from crying, even though she did not know why.

But she did know why, didn’t she?

Then she felt the heaviness pull her body down on her mattress, and she rolled toward Harry. Sabrina was surprised, she usually went to him. But he looked at her, and cradled her without asking questions. He kissed her temples and cheeks, and pressed her blanket-tangled nudity to his full three-piece suit.

And she stopped crying, her body uncurled from into itself and instead into Harry.

Sabrina is in a lusty mood, which happens to be the theme for this week’s Wicked Wednesday! On Wednesday Eliza will deal with lust, and on Friday, you will see why Jeanne did not have time to pick up the phone!

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