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Wicked Wednesday #308 — Driving Lessons

Eliza was pretty sure that driving lessons did not include driving on the sidewalk—but where she was with Adrien, in the little nook on the sidewalk where they had tucked into…that nook was the only reason why they were not hit by an out of control car that eventually crashed into a fully glass storefront just down the street.

Adrien pulled her to him. She was startled as she looked up at him and he kissed her temple. Among the chaos at the scene, they walked away. But she kept looking back at the smoking car, and the frantic people running around them on the New York street.

For a moment, she wondered if it had been intentional, the crash, because sadly that was the kind of world that we now lived in.

She was thankful to be able to walk away.

With Adrien.

In his hotel room, he opened his extensive mini bar and opened a small mini of what she was not even sure. She drank it like a shot, her hands were still shaking a lot. When she put the glass down, Adrien pulled her close to him. Kissing her temple over and over again.

“You’re safe…” he said alternately in English and French.

Eliza looked at him with purpose, she did not want to think about the accident, she was not sure that it was intentional. She leaned into him, and kissed him. Adrien’s purpose changed, as his hand slipped between her legs.

She was still wet he would discover, from before when they had been kissing and now. The wild excitement from the accident, it had that weird effect too very possibly…

Suddenly, well not so suddenly, probably more urgently, she wanted Adrien to make her forget about the sudden crash and the smoking car. Frantic people running…

He pulled up her skirt without finesse—she did not desire finesse. He slipped his finger into her, and she could hear the clicking of her own wetness as he did. She unbuttoned her blouse, and stopped to kiss him, chew on his lower lip and lick the hair just below it. When they stopped kissing, his eyes were smoldering which she was sure mirrored hers.

At that moment she was not sure there was any difference from that smoking car they left on the sidewalk…and them…

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Masturbation Monday #190 — Rare Fruit Flashback

I am pretty excited to go on with this story, but it occurred to me that it (definitely) might be confusing for some people to recognize that Nichy and Sabrina are the same person. So in the last few weeks, when Sabrina kept talking about her past life…this might not be as obvious to all of my readers what I meant.

The point where the switch happened was between posts Nos. 147 & 148. I invite you to go back and see what happened… Here is No. 147–Rare Fruit for you–and next week? Oh, I will have a new story to tell you!

Nichy got up in the morning, saw his name on her phone and the butterflies in her stomach were let loose. She placed her hand on her stomach, and walked into the bathroom unfazed by her nudity in the full-length mirror.

Miss you.

Her fingers moved over her phone like a demon, as she texted him back how much she missed him. Even though her body still thrummed with her and Tyler’s lovemaking.

But she did miss Drew, she missed him so much. She felt like she physically felt the distance between them—her in New York, and him in London.

Miss you too.

She felt his kiss like if he was in New York, or she was in London. Him holding her so close that she felt squishy down below, because he made her so wet when they were just close. Before he even touched her.

I might come to New York, I have miles too.

Nichy placed her phone on the edge of the sink.

Again her heart was being tugged, everything had been Drew. Now Tyler was back–she could still feel Tyler inside of her, and she pressed her thighs together with the memory.

She was tired of splitting her heart. She had left her life once before because she was afraid of what had happened before. Being Graham’s Nusch in a previous life, and he had found her. She had been in an constant circle of lovers, and she wondered if she could just run away? If she could be somewhere else? Be someone else?

When she picked her phone back up, she saw Gavin’s name on her screen. Nichy was surprised because they were friends of course—they had been so much more—but these days he did not text her a lot.

Miss you…

Nichy stared at his text, and swallowed.

Hey!

She texted him back because she was not sure how he meant he missed her.

She dropped her phone, when Tyler grabbed her, and she watched him kiss her neck in the mirror. Her lids grew heavy, but she was still aroused as she watched him kiss her like a vampire, while he caressed her breasts like a rare fruit.

Meet Sabrina for the first time here in No. 148–Fingering

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Masturbation Monday #189 — Vertigo

Sabrina went back to the hotel where she had been the other night with Carole, Gui and Harry. Harry had dropped her off, in fact. She had hoped that she would find earrings that she might have left at hotel.

“You look like someone I know, well someone I used to know…”

Sabrina looked up, and stared right at Renee, who she thought she had seen the other night—who she thought she had seen. She could come up with a you must have me mistaken for someone else rhetoric—she was a blonde now and wore different makeup and even a new fragrance that Harry had purchased for her. But before any of that, she was putting on an earring that Renee would recognize as one of her favorites.

“Nichy?” Renee continued.

It was usually Graham who always knew where she was, and even he had not been after her lately…but she had never really been spotted by anyone else.

“I thought I saw you the other night…” Renee began wistfully. “This feels like a scene from Vertigo.”

Sabrina stared at Renee.

“My name is Sabrina…” Sabrina started.

“Nichy,” Renee continued, but Sabrina shook her head though that did not stop Renee. “Why did you leave?”

Sabrina stared at Renee, her eyes darted to the her wedding band on her friend’s finger. Congratulations almost slipped from her lips, but that would give her away…

Sabrina put her earring in, and shook her head.

“I am sorry, you must have me confused with another lady.”

“Please Nichy,” Renee began. “I am not mad, I have missed you. Please, just come to my hotel room and we can talk…”

Sabrina was wet, she knew very well if she went to Renee’s hotel room they were not going to talk about anything.

They were going to fuck.

Renee’s room was like Carole and Gui’s had been. There was not a word between the two of them from her lips, as she shook her head to all of Renee’s accusations. But when Renee placed fevered kisses on her mouth, throat and her neck there was no denying that the two of them wanted each other. Sabrina had been wet when she saw her friend the other night. Renee removed their clothes like a magician, and pushed Sabrina onto the plush hotel bed. She kissed her entire body, and her very wet mouth between her legs.

“You’re so wet,” Renee cooed between licks. “So wet and sweet like always Nichy Oh Nichy,”

Sabrina cooed herself, as Renee expertly licked between her legs. She would not admit to being Nichy, but Renee knew her body. Renee knew how to make her come over and over. After the third time she came, Sabrina lifted up from the bed and stared at Renee.

Renee looked up at Sabrina with a wet mouth.

Silence.

Sabrina dressed, and Renee stayed naked on the bed.

“I am here on business, please come back…Nichy..” Renee begged.

Sabrina looked at Renee’s lush body, Fully dressed herself, Sabrina pulled the sheets back and kissed Renee’s full breasts she had always loved and her stomach and kissed the sweetness between Renee’s legs—sticky and dry in spots from where she had been wet while servicing Sabrina. She licked Renee, until the woman seemed to melt under her tongue. She sucked on her labia before, she kissed Renee’s other mouth. Before she walked out of the door, Sabrina took off her earrings and left them at the door.

She would tell Harry they were lost…

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Wicked Wednesday #306 — Travel (Flashback)

I totally am always up to challenge myself with a new prompt from Marie, whether it goes along with my story plot or not!!! This week however, I think to continue with Eliza’s story since she has done a bit of traveling…and traveled a lot mentally last week while she was having a cappuccino with Sally…I think we should revisit her time with Oscar in Paris and Shanghai.

We also need to revisit her connection to Adrien. Adrien was a character I developed on a prompt from Exhibit A, because he knew I am a Francophile. Adrien was transient, and now who knows? Depends on Marie’s next prompt!

Here is how Eliza and Adrien met…

She scrolled on her phone after she got off with Rafe, wiped a tear on it as she tried to call the car service she used there. The number should have been in her contacts, but she had never put it there and always had to look it up. While she was looking it up, she saw something about a motor taxi and clicked on it. It was cheaper than her car service, would probably get her to Paris faster and she just wanted to do something that would take her out of herself.

When her taxi arrived, the guy got off of his motorcycle, took off his helmet and smiled. Eliza inadvertently licked her lips. He handed her a helmet, and she told him in a rush where she wanted to go.

He smiled at her they way that most Parisians did when she spoke in French.

“You are American!” he said in heavily accented French.

“Oui!”

“I speak some English. I will help you get to your hotel, and you will help me practice English?”

“Sure,” Eliza smiled as he bent over to pick up her luggage, and put it in the compartment on the motorcycle that could hold it.

They got on the bike.

“Are you ready?” he asked her as he put on his helmet.

“Yes, as I will ever be!”

He smiled, and they were on their way. Eliza closed her eyes at first, and then the the rush came over her from France flying by her, and at this point the closeness of her driver. His hair was curly and shaggy where the helmet was not covering it, and his scent was of a cologne that she did not recognize the notes of. The scent however was a sweet harmony for her senses. They did not talk a lot, but there was a smattering of English and French coming from both of them. Coming into to Paris like this was magnificent.

When she got to her hotel, they took off their helmets outside.

“You are here.”

“Oui,”

“You did not get to help me speak a lot of English.”

“No, I did not,” she smiled.

“Here is my card, in case you have time while you are here…or of course when you are going back to New York you said?”

She nodded, she felt so nervous because he was so good looking that she could not speak a word. English or French.

“Well, you have it.”

Eliza closed her fist about it.

“I do. Merci beaucoup.”

He smiled as he got on his motorcycle, and put on his helmet. His smile filled her in a way she had needed to be filled when she left Shanghai, and which she had sought when she called Rafe.

Adrien’s card would have burned a hole in Eliza’s purse, she had not forgotten him for her whole trip. She did not want to call him, but she knew that she had to.

When he arrived, he looked even sexier than when she had first met him. His hair was a bit wilder, and he had stubble on his face.

“What time is your flight?”

“Cinq.”

“You have time to kill?”

“I thought I would help you practice English.”

Adrien smiled.

She led him through the curtains that divided the lobby, and down the stairs to the door marked “Privé,” which he pressed her up against. She closed her eyes and rubbed her face against the stubble on his face, loving the burn, needing it to make her feel alive and know she was doing this.

The roughness of his stubble and his coarse hands under her dress,made her growl low in her chest. She did not know how to say condom in French, so she frisked him. Her hand grabbing at his ass, trying to feel for any signs that he might have one. He dangled the condom with a laugh above her face like mistletoe, and she laughed deeper than she usually did.

And what followed was more excitement than when the ball dropped in Times Square for New Year’s.

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Masturbation Monday #188 — Gaze

Sabrina and Harry got out of the car, and headed back to his apartment. It was the moment they were right outside of the door, still in their pretty evening clothes looking like they could turn around and go back wherever they had come from. She held her stiletto heels in her hand, and looked up at him. His eyes were wide and intent, looking into her eyes and took her breath away.

They had had such an evening, it was early morning. Everyone around them outside moved about for brunch or errands or whatever late Saturday morning was for them. They had eaten with Gui and Carole, who were headed back to Paris now and had been kind to have their driver take them back to Harry’s. Sabrina had retired happily with Harry, after they left the airport. There was nothing she had wanted more than to go home with him.

Now, barefoot in front of the door and looking up into his eyes. She dropped her shoes, as he bent down to kiss her and dropped the keys as he wrapped his arms about her. Why was this more sensual than everything they had done with Gui and Carole earlier?

Sabrina thought about Harry and Gui, she liked watching men together. When she watched it as porn, it got her right off even before she put her fingers or toy between her legs. But in person, she got so turned on and ever so wet watching them. Harry and Gui kissed with the intimacy that she and Carole did, and they had just met. Gui sucked on Harry’s lower lip, and looked longingly at him. Harry circled Gui’s lips with his finger, and Gui nibbled it playfully. Gui reached over Harry for lube in the drawer beside the bed, and applied some to Harry’s generous shaft. Harry smiled and got the message quickly, as he applied some between Gui’s turned cheeks. Gui lowered himself onto Harry, and they fucked slow at first. Harry supporting Gui’s torso before they lie on their sides and fucked in earnest. Sabrina came hard watching them, her eyes closed with the intensity of her orgasm like she was blacking out.

She opened her eyes now, and looked up into Harry’s eyes again. The emotion was so clear between them, yet neither of them said a word.

There was nothing to say, as she picked up her heels and the keys and handed them to Harry. He opened the door, and let her go in first, touching the small of her back and his apartment felt like Heaven must to enter to her.

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Masturbation Monday #187 — Geyser

All of their bodies were posed on the bed. Sabrina came to a slow awareness when she opened her eyes, and Harry pulled her close and kissed her neck from behind. She only knew it was Harry because she could see their reflection in the mirror above.

“How did you and Carole meet?” he whispered, as he nibbled on her ear.

“Years ago, we have been friends for a very long time.”

“Very close friends…” he alluded, and kept kissing her. His hands moved over her stomach, and caressed her breasts. As he did, his finger rolled over Carole’s nipple.

“Yes,” Sabrina answered.

Carole opened up her eyes, as if touching her nipple was like kissing Sleeping Beauty bringing her to life. She smiled, and kissed Sabrina on the lips. Harry was still kissing Sabrina’s neck, and Carole kissed her lips and throat.

“How close?” Harry persisted.

“Do you want to see?” Sabrina answered breathily.

Harry pinched her nipple, while Carole kissed the other.

Sabrina took his pinch as a yes, so she kissed Carole on the lips with more intention.

“Showtime,” she whispered to Carole, as their breasts pressed together. Carole’s movement woke up Gui, whose mouth formed a wide smile as he watched a rerun of one of his favorite shows.

Sabrina was on her back, and Carole kissed down her chest until she reached the sweet wetness between her legs. Sabrina grunted when she felt that familiar sweet tongue caress her clit knowledgeably.

“Why don’t you make friends with Gui?” Sabrina moaned, looking at Harry in the mirror above. “I want to see how close you can be.”

Gui smacked Carole’s backside, as she continued to pleasure Sabrina, and moved over to Harry. Harry had a smile on his face, as Gui took his shaft in his hand while he kissed him. Harry wrapped his arms around Gui, and the two men made out. Harry threw his head back, as Gui kissed his neck and throat. They kissed, and ground their pelvises together. Gui gripped Harry’s shaft again, and took him in his mouth.

Sabrina swallowed as she watched Gui suck Harry enviably. Harry pushed the other man’s head down more as he bucked up, but he also pulled Gui’s chin up and looked into his eyes. The way they looked at each other took Sabrina over the edge as she came. Carole climbed up her body to kiss her, and they wrapped their arms about each other so they could watch the two men. Harry moaned, until he came like a geyser. Gui licked every drip, and caressed Harry’s stomach after he licked the come off of it. He mirrored Carole, and climbed up Harry’s body to kiss him. The two men embraced, and kissed again.

Sabrina looked overhead at the mirror, and felt her clit twitch.

She was in her element…

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Wicked Wednesday #304 — Night Out

It had been a hell of a night out, Eliza thought as she pressed her head to Oscar’s shoulder. He had walked her to the door of her apartment building, and pulled her close. He pressed a kiss to her temple, and they looked at each other for a very long time before he walked back to the metered car that Sally sat in waiting for him.

Eliza smiled at the doorman, and closed her eyes as she stepped into the elevator that he had held for her. She got off on her floor, and walked into their apartment and was pretty sure that Rafe would be asleep…or not..

She took off her dress—which was redolent of alcohol because Sally had spilled her drink on her. Sally had had a lot to drink, and she had been a little out of control…Her soft apology included her kissing Eliza’s knees, after she dabbed at her damp waist.

But Oscar knew what to do with Sally to soothe her, knew how to be with her that calmed her down and made her almost docile beside him. She a good little girl beside him, and he was not condescending about it. He just knew what to do that made her soften.

Much like Rafe knew how to calm Eliza without a word when she tumbled into bed, in her semi alcohol-soaked underwear, and he embraced her. Eliza closed her eyes, and accepted his kisses to her temples and cheeks as she had just done for Oscar an moment before.

Eliza had not participated in a threesome, it was not something that she was going to do just because the opportunity was there. She wanted a different type of experience from that—from what could have happened while she was out tonight.

Like her evening ending with the man that she was going to marry. Because everything ended up being about him…

“Did you have a good night out?” he questioned, nipping at the tip of her ear.

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed, and the trill of her response made her lips vibrate. Or had her lips vibrated from all of the kissing? Before she decided that she had not wanted the threesome, she had made out with Oscar and Sally. Sally’s whose drank too much lips were sweet like every cocktail she had sipped.

“It was the beat night…” she sighed.

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Masturbation Monday #186 — Stills

“Hello cherie.”

Gui kissed both of Sabrina’s cheeks, his voice made her clit tremor. His voice, and the resonance of it that did it to her…all over Paris…

She was excited when she heard that he was coming to New York. He was with Carole, and Sabrina was happy to see them in the city at a wine bar near where he worked.

She wanted then to meet Harry, especially since they were both couples.

Paris was Paris, and New York was New York. She was not planning anything with them, she was just going to introduce them to Harry.

“So where is your Harry!” Carole questioned, looking around and squeezing her knee.

“He will be here soon,” Sabrina said, her eyes darting about and looking at her Apple watch.

When she saw Harry, her breath caught. He looked sexy as ever in a suit, and looked a little rumpled. He delivered a swift kiss to her, and she wrapped her arm about his neck.

Carole looked at her approvingly.

Even more approvingly in the ladies’ room to freshen up, before they headed to their hotel room upstairs for more drinks.

At least…

“He is sexy, very manly!” Carole grinned, looking at her through the mirror. “There is quite a love story between you!”

“You and Gui look amazing!” Sabrina replied.

Carole smiled, and continued styling her hair.

“Mais oui,” she grinned.

When they left the bathroom, in the restaurant as they were leaving, Sabrina saw a woman who looked like Renee, and she stared for a moment, before walking away. Staying in New York made it possible that she could run into her past. Renee, or her doppleganger did not feel Sabrina’s look on her, and Sabrina left with the others.

“Are you okay?” Harry took her arm, and she nodded.

Upstairs in the hotel room, Carole drank and vaped. Sabrina did not vape often, but loved the gorgeous implement that Carole used for her pleasure. Harry surprised her, and took a hit. She held his thigh as he offered her some and she shook her head.

Sabrina thought about her entire evening like photo stills: Seeing Carole and Frank, seeing Harry walk into the bar, being in the bathroom with Carole, thinking she saw Renee and the possible collision of her prior life with her current life in her head and now in the hotel room.

But now she could see clearly, her swiveling hips as she rode Harry in the full-length mirror. Carole and Frank were about each other, and that was all that she had wanted all night. Harry had been very receptive to it of course when she straddled him. They both watched her hips, but she felt it—felt Harry inside her and that was far more rapturous that anything that the naked eye could see.

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Wicked Wednesday #303 — (Not) Sad

Eliza was not sad about Oscar and Sally. First off she had no right to be. Before this most recent incarnation of their intimate relationship, she had been telling Oscar about Terrence. And now they were at an intimate lounge with Sally–so she better not be.

Oscar had gotten up from the table to get drinks—he had not had to ask either woman what she wanted to drink. Sally looked at her when he walked away, with a smile.

“You know Oscar started telling me about you when we were driving up here, and I was a little,” she smiled, and looked at Eliza with eyes that Eliza could not decipher. “I was a little jealous because I was his first relationship, but you were his first adult relationship. The way he picked you up in the bar, because he could tell, and the fact that even when you are not together there is still a draw. A magnet…”

“Well it is the same with you, no? I was jealous of you from the way that he described you. The way that you had him, and stayed in his mind. And then you appeared, but now I am not jealous. You’re lovely, and I want Oscar to have all of the love that he wants. I want him to be happy.”

Sally nodded.

“Me too, I will always love him, I want him to have everything he wants.”

Oscar came back with their drinks and each woman took hers, intuitively knowing that it was her drink. Oscar sat in the middle of them. Sally put her hand on his thigh, and kissed his jaw. Eliza cuddled closer to him, and in the view of Sally’s ease with his body, felt competitive with her.

Sally caressed his thigh, and plied him with kisses, and Eliza placed her hand on his knee. Oscar looked unsettled, Eliza was not sure if it was because he was being touched or what. They were in an adult club, which she had thought was by chance.

Apparently it was not for Sally, who moved her hand from Oscar’s thigh, and pulled down her dress at the top—she was not wearing a bra–and pulled up her dress from the bottom.

She was not wearing panties.

Eliza was not sure what was going to happen, Oscar looked at Sally with pure lust, his scotch trembling in his hands. Eliza stared at Sally too, she was beautiful and wanton, and she knew what she wanted.

Oscar.

Eliza leaned over, and whispered in his ear.

“I’m okay with whatever you want to do, I am not upset or sad or anything about this. I want you to be happy. Do what you want.”

Eliza moved away from him, and he put his hand on her thigh.

“I want both of you, now.”

Looking between him and Sally, Eliza swallowed. She had never had a threesome, and she wanted to give Oscar what he wanted but she did not know what she wanted.

“Did you plan this,” she asked Oscar, and looked at Sally who was pleasuring herself.

Oscar shook his head.

“No, I came in here with no intentions, but now. Watching Sally, and having you here too? That is what I want.”

He kissed her, and Eliza could not say that she was not unfazed by the sexy environment. Or the beauty and sensuality of Oscar and Sally…

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Masturbation Monday #185 — Taste

Sabrina felt heavy in the bed.

It was a combination of jet lag and just not wanting to get out of bed. Harry walked over to the side of the bed, already dressed and redolent of soap and water. He did not wear cologne, but his freshly showered scent was aphrodisiacal. She reached up to tug at his tie, and he smiled at her and swatted her hand away.

He knew what she wanted, and he knew he would pretend not to want to give it to her.

She pulled the sheets off of her—she was not going to play fair. Harry surveyed her, as she stretched with the morning. She ran her hands over her breasts, then let her fingers linger over her already hard nipples.

“You are such a wanton,” he said, kneeling on the bed.

He did not take off his suit, and she tugged at his tie.

Harder.

He flipped her onto her back, and spanked her wiggling bottom. She was so wet, she wondered if it splashed on him when he struck her. But she stilled, when she heard him unbuckle his belt, and unzip his trousers. Sabrina stayed still as he grabbed her hips, and pulled her close to his thighs. She felt even heavier and more gravitated to the bed, as he raised her hips.

Waiting for the sweetness of his impact, she started to wriggle—he spanked her.

“You are going to get it the way that I want to, all that should matter to you is that you are going to get it.

And she did. She bit the inside of her mouth, and gripped the sheets as he moved in and out of her. Slowly. She moved as slow as he did, not a bit faster because she wanted what he wanted her to experience. He increased his tempo slowly, incrementally, and she moved the same way that he did. It felt so good, she was afraid that she was going to explode. Harry caressed her ass while he fucked her, to keep his tempo in case she was not obedient enough.

She was, she was making him late for work and she was going to make it worth his while.

It felt so good, that her orgasm was off tempo—she had one but not the kind she was expecting. It still had felt so good she looked up at him dazed, as he zipped up his pants, and buckled his pants. He dipped his finger inside her, and then let her taste it. The taste of them. She tasted them slowly on his finger, before he kissed her and she pressed her naked from to his clothed one. The feeling of his pants, rubbing against her made her explode.

The orgasm she had been expecting…

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