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Friday Flash No. 9 — Love is Love

This was what she wanted.Even with the extra garlic she had asked for in her ramen, and the fried garlic–but he had had it too…so when she kissed him, they cancelled each other out. She buried her face in his neck, to take in his warm scent. His scent stayed with her all the time, it was the fragrance of her memories of him and she thought about him all of the time.

Now she wanted the visual.

As she unbuttoned his shirt, the tiny sound of popping made her fingers tremble. A mole on his upper arm made soft between her legs, she had wanted to see him for so long.

Bare.

Before her.

She swirled her tongue around his nipple, and felt his body stiffen at the sensation. Without stopping, she looked up at him and his eyes were warm and wet as he returned her gaze. Would he look the same way when she went down on him?

But she was not ready for that yet. Now, she just wanted to see every part of his body. Her sexual wanderlust was strong, and she wanted to venture every part of him. The texture of his skin, any other moles that he had, where she could touch him and set him on fire…

…it was most intimate to her after they had had sex this first time. When their bodies were tangled unceremoniously. The sweat on her body was semi-dry, and she was lulled by the sound of his breath returned to normal. His eyes were closed, and she studied his eyelashes, the spectrum of color and the gentle flutter before he opened his eyes and looked at her.

The love in his eyes warmed her more than any touch, and she blinked from his intensity. He did not have to say anything, nor did she.

Love is love spoken or shown.

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Masturbation Monday No. 112

Usually, Nichy tried not to think about another lover while she was in bed with someone else. But she thought about Graham, and the things she had done with him that she had never done with someone else before. She wondered why she kept it so polarized, as if there were things that she could not do with anyone else.

Paris had been seriously sexy for her and Tyler so far, and it remained so. His body was warm and hard against hers, and felt like summer. His finger played along her labia, and she closed her eyes. She liked his fingers in her, as much as she liked anything else. His finger probed her with the same familiarity as her own.

He had watched her make herself come, his face so close to her that the inside of her thigh pressed against his cheek when she did. And he picked up her technique with ease. As he played with her, one thick finger, she wanted more…

Remembered more…

Graham had looked surgical with her once. She had been as aroused as she has ever been with him, and he asked her if she trusted him. Then, and now she trusted him sexually. It had not looked that sexy at first, but Graham had made applying lube feel like the main act. He applied his fingers slowly, and with a mirror to reflect what was happening it all looked like a magic act. In slow motion, she watched herself accept his fist. The sensation was as intense as he had promised it would be. Slow and labored he got inside her, and she came like she never imagined she could.

Tyler currently slipped another finger in her, and her thighs trembled from the pleasure of it and the memory of what she had done with Graham. Tyler must have sensed instinctively that he was in competition, because not with his fist but with his fingers he made her cry out. Nichy covered her face with her arm, but he moved it and kissed her while he finger fucked her until she was limp and ultra sensitive.

He pulled her to him after, and she could smell herself on his fingers. Nichy saw stars, and the light show the Eiffel Tower displayed in the distance behind the thin curtain was not nearly as bright…

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Wicked Wednesday #228 — The Countdown Begins

Eliza shifted under the covers, and covered her face as if she wanted to drown in the sheets. She began a silent countdown in her head, as to how this situation would resolve itself. How they would acknowledge what had happened and move on. She could not leave her own hotel room, maybe if she stayed on the terrace, the new guy would do what he should do. Leave.

Terrence.

The new guy’s name was Terrence. Terrence she hoped, would leave and be gracious.

She got out of the bed, wrapped in the sheets like Venus de Milo, but gracelessly almost tripping on the train. She walked out onto the terrace, and looked at Paris. Her favorite city in the world, with the scent of fresh-baked bread rising and life on parade below her.

Eliza was startled by the warmth of flesh on the small of her back. She had not really covered her back, and now the new guy–Terrence–caressed her back.

Before she could turn around to protest, Terrence caressed her arms and she dropped the sheet. Naked before him, she was perfectly still as he kissed the nape of her neck and down her spine. It felt so good, even though she wished it did not. She did not stop him, as his hands trailed down her arms, pinning her wrists to her sides.

“Sweet butterfly…” he murmured, as he let her hands go.

Eliza turned around to face him, and pressed her breasts to his chest. Terrence pulled her close to him,

“I did not plan any of this Eliza, I did not plan for this to happen but I am happy it did. Something would have burst in me if I did not touch you…”

She pressed her cheek to his, and looked up at him.

“Of course you did not plan to seduce me, to seduce your boss…” she laughed.

Terrence looked in her eyes, and something in his eyes made her still. He caressed her cheek, and she closed her eyes. He kissed her, and lured her back to the bed.

They made love on the semi-sheetless bed, in the sunlight and it was illuminating…

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Masturbation Monday No. 109

“What are you doing Nichy?” Sonia said, caressing her e-cigarette.

Nichy stared at Sonia. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tyler asleep on the couch. He had barely gotten undressed the night before. His arm covered his face, and she could see the edge of his boxer shorts. She remembered lying beside him on the couch.

Sonia had offered them her spare bedroom, but they had fallen asleep on the couch. She woke up with her hand just inside the band of his boxers. The lettering on the waistband felt like braille on her fingertips telling her, her hand should go further. Her hand rested on his hipbone, and then she let her thumb turn down toward his crotch like an adventurous hitchhiker.

“Why did you bring Tyler here? Does he know…” Sonia continued.

Nichy raised her eyes wide at Sonia, who took a deep inhale from her e-cigarette.

Their cups clicked, as she got up and returned to Tyler’s side. He was sexy as hell to her when he just woke up, disoriented for a moment but then completely aware. Even in Sonia’s apartment, he had his bearings.

“You,” he said softly, and she touched him. He was semi-hard. He often woke up with some type of erection. The skin of his penis was as familiar to her as her own skin, even though he felt different than she did.

“You…” she started. “are beautiful.”

Tyler pulled her on top of him, and Nichy did not care that they were in the middle of the living room. She felt as much inhibition as Sonia’s friends had felt when they arrived to the apartment. With his hands inside of her panties, Nichy did not care. Tyler touched her like she was as familiar to him, as she was to her.

What she was doing was intimacy.

With Tyler.

She had never imagined that she would be with him, like this. Never imagined that she would have feelings for him like this after all the time that they had been friends in the office. But here she was on top of him like a crown. He pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and they fucked like they were animals in the wild. They were shameless in their cries and exposure. Nichy almost fell off of him from their rough thrusting, but righted herself atop him and knew that Sonia could see why she brought Tyler there…

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The Sound Of (Not Quite) Silence (for Hot Octopuss)

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TWO YEARS OF MASTURBATION MONDAY!!!

Janine closed her eyes tight, but moonlight still flooded her eyes. It was quiet.

For now.

But she knew that she would hear them soon enough.

The apartment that she lived in overlooked the park, and everything she desired was either blocks or an e-mail away. To live in this paradise—even with her more than decent salary—Janine needed a roommate.

Their lives were separate for the most part. Liz worked a twelve-hour workday, and Janine ran her business from the apartment with her assistant. Sometimes they did not see each other for days…but Janine always heard Liz at night.

Liz’s boyfriend Ed came over every night—Janine could not blame Liz for needing the release after her long workday. Liz and Ed had sex every night.

Loudly.

The first time, they must have moved the bed because there was a loud dragging sound. Then soft moaning, which elevated into not so hushed whispers.

“Pull my hair,” Liz whispered loudly. “Harder.”

Janine could not help but imagine Liz’s thick long hair being pulled. Liz was beautiful, and the thought of her having sex with her boyfriend played out like a cinema in Janine’s imagination.

Whack.

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Masturbation Monday No. 103

Nichy studied Graham’s face secretly in the shadows.

If the two of them were out together, it would have to have been under his terms. He liked his privacy. A private meal at one of the most expensive restaurants in town, was what she would have expected.

His hand was not just on her thigh, but between her legs stroking her clit until her lip trembled.

“What?” he questioned.

He probably felt her looking at him.

Nichy looked down at the table, and bit her lip. Graham did not believe in mercy, he was a complete sadist.

“Nothing,” she whimpered, continuing to look down.

He raised her chin up, and she could smell herself on his fingers as studied her openly.

“Please…” Her lip more than quivered now, as she looked at him squirming in her seat wanting his fingers where they had been.
“Please what?”

She swallowed, and looked in his eyes.

“Please keep touching me,” she requested plainly.

“I am touching you baby,” he stated simply.

Biting on her lip to avoid crying out again, Nichy nodded.

He touched her everywhere but between her legs for the rest of dinner. It was hard for her to focus, maybe she should not have looked at him so boldly. But she could not help herself, she was so close and she had been thinking of him. She wanted him so badly, that she could not help herself. But she knew better, he always had the control. Even when she left him, she knew that he always had the control.

At her apartment, he unbuckled his belt and left it on her bare thighs. Nichy sat primly, with the heaviness of the leather on her thighs and the coolness of the buckle between her legs. He placed the belt so the buckle caressed her clit and she closed her eyes from the heaviness of her desire, and the heaviness of his command…

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Wicked Wednesday #220 — Sports

Oscar put his phone down on the bar, after he checked the US sports scores. His conversation with Eliza had drained him, she always knew how to possess him even from another country. After he put the phone down, he could smell the Polly like a perfume.

Polly sat on the stool beside him, and he had been drinking enough that he leaned heavily toward her.

“It is late,” he stated simply, as her bare leg caressed his.

“Couldn’t sleep, maybe jet lag or something?”

Oscar laughed.

“What can I get you to drink?”
“What are you having?”

He pushed his drink in front of her.

“Here, I have not touched it yet. I have had enough to drink.”

Polly took a delicate sip, and he looked at her lips for a long time. He had not thought of Polly like this for a prolonged time. They had been together, but he did not think of her in bed as much as he had on this trip. He felt like Eliza sensed it, because she kept calling him.

“What?” Polly asked him, her lips still pursed on the edge of the straw.

“Nothing,” Oscar smiled at her.

Polly smiled and pressed her lips together more on the straw, continuing to drink.

He leaned more into her, and put his hand on her thigh.

“How are you?” he questioned, feeling he was too focused on her eyes.

“Oscar…”

She put her hand on top of his.
“Polly…”

He had no finesse when he pressed her to the wall outside of her hotel room moments later. He could taste the liquor on her lips, as his hand wandered under her dress and she wrapped her arms about his neck. Oscar closed his eyes and pressed himself to her, kissing the hollow of her neck. Dipping his tongue against her tender skin there, he almost wanted to burst her. To leave his mark like a vampire. He felt dead inside, and Polly was life.

“Are you pretending I am Eliza?” she whispered sultrily. “I heard you…”

“I am with you now Polly…”

Her body softened, and they molded together. She did not even ask to go into her hotel room, against the wall was good enough for her as well…

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Masturbation Monday No. 102 — Struck

It was not that Tyler had not satisfied her—he always did. But when Nichy’s hand crept between her legs when she awoke beside him, it was not him she was thinking about even though he had made her feel that way.
There.
It was Graham. Sleeping with Graham again, made her remember all of the things she had tried to forget when she left him. All the things that she wanted to forget when he reappeared… He was the ultimate bad boy, she dragged her knuckles over her clit thinking about just how bad he was. She was so wet, her hands slid over her skin with more ease than she had expected.
She closed her eyes, and thought of the things that he did to her. Nichy had never had a lover who was not a bit kinky. Gavin and Tyler both liked three and foursomes, and Graham…
She had done things with Graham that made her clit burn when she thought about them. He was a hedonist, and with him, she did things that pleasured her and gave her shame at the same time. Sometimes when they made love, he whispered some of those things they had done in her ear. Asked her if she remembered them, and she would burn. His words were like striking a match on her clit. She was slick as if with kerosene, his fingers and words ignited her into flames…
Nichy squeezed her legs tight, when she made herself come. She did not usually come softly, but to not wake up Tyler, she squeezed her legs together tightly. Her tongue pressed to the roof of her mouth, before she licked the tears of pleasure on her upper lip.
Gasping softly, she moved her hand from between her legs, and buried her head in the mattress. She had thrown the pillow off of the bed. Her wild sleeping had not waken Tyler up, but she made sure she did not have a wild orgasm that would. Between her legs pulsed, and she moved her head from the pillow so she could breathe.
She breathed in the memory of Graham’s scent…

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Masturbation Monday No. 101 — Leave Me Here

Nichy’s fingers twitched between her legs, long after she had pleasured herself and as she heard her apartment door open. She squeezed her eyes tight.

Tyler.

She had hoped that he would not come to her place. It was after midnight. But she knew that he would, and she secretly wanted him to. Not so secretly it had been him she was thinking about, with twitching fingers between her legs.

He did not hesitate to get beside her, to place his hand on hers between her legs. Her hand continued to twitch beneath his. Nichy sighed, as his hand cupped her and hers fell slack along her thigh.

She closed her eyes, as he caressed her. The leg of his suit pants against her thigh, Nichy stopped breathing. Her body pressed to his with urgency, and then he stopped. Her clit was raw and tight, and all she could hear in her head was a song by the band Hem…

As he left her there…

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It Was Time To Play…

Nichy threw her head back, as she took off her stiletto heels. Her body was tight, as she was desperate for release. Her nipples grazed the silk blouse that she wore, and even the silk was abrasive because they were so firm. They were hard, and ached to be touched.The dampness of the crotch of her panties distracted her. Behind her wet lips, she felt there was a ball of energy like lava. She was pre-period and at her horniest. If she so desired, she could have pleasured herself in her office. But this kind of lustful ache deserved something far more luxurious, so she waited until she was home…for something slow and deliberate.

Her breasts and between her legs were heavy with want. As she walked to her bedroom, their throbbing made her almost delirious. A peripheral glimpse of her half naked body aroused her, as if it was someone she wanted to fuck.

Well she was going to fuck herself, and she looked very appealing to herself as she paused in front of her full-length mirror. She did not want to come too quickly, she could not come too quickly or it would be anti-climactic. It had to be a leisurely build-up, or she could have done it at work.

Nichy did not have to be alone tonight, Tyler would have come over, and still could after work. But he was having a very late night, and she did not want to make him to. He would be tired.

That morning, Graham had ravaged her, and made her look in this very mirror while he did it. She was always welcome to visit Renee and Gavin…but she really wanted to do herself.

Unsnapping her bra from the front, her breasts bounced into place and she circled her nipples with the tips of her fingers. A quiet moan moved up her chest, and she did not even think about touching between her legs because she would make everything happen way too soon.

and she did not want it so soon.

Not yet.

But she did bend over, and saw her breasts swing like pendulums as she did and the curve of her backside. She opened her drawers, and took out her favorite vibrator. It was a simple one, one that had a minimalist design and metallic color, Nichy pressed the smooth metallic base close to her inner thigh, and made sure it did not even touch a pubic hair.

In the mirror, she saw her hips rotate seductively to the vibration of her favorite toy, and she savored it.

There was no rush for her to come, it was time to play…

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