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Masturbation Monday No. 99

Nichy’s leg was over the edge of her MacBook, as she e-mailed her boss from bed that she was going to be late. Naked on the bed, she felt aroused beyond belief.

She hoped that she would make it to work…

After she wrote the e-mail, her fingers drifted from the keyboard, to between her legs and she started to tap her labia the same way she had typed her e-mail. If she had been a man, she was sure that she would have woken up with an erection. She woke up so aroused, and she could still feel what had happened between her and Graham.

She did not look for him beside her, that was not something that he liked to do. Except when they were living together, otherwise it was like he did not wake with her out of spite.

But she could still feel him, she slipped her finger inside of her and touched the parts where she could still feel him and her body went stiff. Immediately, she had to use two hands so she could fuck herself. Touching the path of his entry inside her was surreal, it was like her fingers were his shaft moving inside her all over again. Nichy pinched and stroked her clit to tease herself, but her fingers inside her were just as aggressive as Graham would have been.

Nichy kicked her MacBook to the side, as she semi-reclined on the bed. Her body curled in response to what she was doing to herself. She heard heavy moans and whispers of words she barely used, as she made herself come. Her fingers were almost too wet for her to get the right grip, but finally she did and she kicked her MacBook, as she pressed her fingers between her legs where she vibrated.

A sudden sound, made her shove her fingers deeper inside her before she looked up.

Graham.

Graham stood by the door, and she wondered if he had seen her try to do to herself, what he had done to her?

What he could do to her…

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Masturbation Monday No. 98

Nichy woke up, choked softly on the scent of rose geranium on her fingers, and her own scent on her lips. She could taste herself as if she had kissed her labia herself, instead of Graham. Graham who she had apparently fallen asleep on, and he ran his hands through her hair absently. But with Graham, nothing was ever an accident.She jerked up, and he grabbed her hair like a rein.

“What?” he barked.

She shook her head, and covered her mouth as she coughed.

“Nothing.”

“Sit on my lap…” he cooed.

Nichy stared at him, her mouth agape. The next thing she knew, he tenderly pulled her up onto his lap. She curled into his lap, and buried her face in his neck. Graham caressed her bottom, and kissed her. Nichy looked up at him, and rubbed her bottom against his thighs. He was already getting hard, and her rubbing made steel of him.

“Nichy, I need to be inside you…Nichy…”

She needed him inside her, it felt so good and familiar on his lap. Grinding her backside into his thighs, Graham slapped one of her cheeks to still her. He pushed her pants down without any finesse, while he sucked on her neck. In contrast, he lifted her hips, and thrust into her at an angle that he knew would drive her crazy.

Except he did not move, she felt her lip tremble but knew better than to move. Nichy knew better than to make a sound. Graham caressed her bare backside, and she was so aroused she could have come from that.

But she knew better.

It seemed like forever in the dark, him inside her but not moving. Nichy was perfectly still, waiting for Graham.

To move.

When he did, it felt like he was trying to destroy her, he was so rough with her.

She wanted him to be.

Nichy straddled him, the tips of her toes on the floor as she rode him. She drove herself into him until it hurt. It had to hurt for her, or else he had not touched her. When she arched her back, she saw her face like an upside animal in heat. She felt the sweat at her temples and between her breasts, she ground into him all the more.

She needed to feel him destroy her.

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Masturbation Monday No. 97

Nichy flicked her clit with her finger, while Graham lie beside her on the couch. She could still feel his tongue on her clit, and everything around it. He liked to give her head as much as she had liked giving him head. Her finger moved in the same way that his tongue had, somewhere between consciously and unconsciously. His scent and her fingers moving over her clit, was almost like the real thing. Tears moved down her cheeks, as she thought about the things that he said to her between his fierce licks.”Oh you taste so sweet, you must taste sweet with all of the people who cannot stop licking your cunt…”

Nichy gripped the edge of the couch when he said that.

“Do you watch me when I am fucking other people? How do you know what people think about my–”

He looked up at her, and his expression was soft but she knew he was about to deliver the coup d’etat.

“I have seen you Nichy, you know I watch you and you know that no matter where you seek it? No one does it better than me…no one knows your body or your basest thoughts like I do–”

Nichy came when he said that, she held his shoulders and pulled him into her. There was a reflection of them in the window, and that made her pulse even more between her legs. It felt so good to her in a twisted way to know that he watched her, but it was even sexier for her to see him eat her out and know that he could not see himself.

She had all of the power.

After their interlude, Graham clutched her thighs, and curled up on her couch. He fell asleep, and she was startled that he felt that at ease to fall asleep with her. He had found her after she had run away from him, and she did not know what he wanted. He did not want her, he could not want her after all of this time and all that had happened. But he still wanted to touch her, to taste her…he had not fucked her for a long time and she pulsed thinking about him fucking her.

Her temples were damp with sweat, and her clit was slick with desire. It was a foreign and familiar sensation with him…

Nichy gasped, when he grabbed her thigh. He touched her so hard, that she knew there would be a bruise there. She sighed, and pressed the leaves of her rose geranium plant between her fingers needing its fragrance to calm her…

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Wicked Wednesday #214 — Weight

For the most part, Polly liked her figure. She was thin and tall, with soft curves. Not boyish, but not Marilyn Monroe either. Her clothes hung over what curves she had, and Colin often remarked how much he liked that. He liked her small breasts as well, they filled his hands but did not runneth over when he played with them.

Kissed them.

Polly covered her breasts with her own hands as she stood in her Shanghai hotel room. The grittier part of town where they had had dinner exposed her to the rawer part of the city that she was not familiar with, and made her and Oscar cling to each other not for love or lusy…but for safety and familiarity.

Being so close to Oscar, after having been with him…after having lived with him refueled their connection–at least for her. And she realized quickly for him as well, as they moved in almost synchronized fashion. Their nonverbal communication was so on, that they rose at the same time and departed from the restaurant. Oscar stood outside with her, and before they got into their car, he pressed her to its door.

Polly surrendered her slender form to him for just a moment. She was slight, but strong and she knew that she could combat his weight when she was ready to.

But she was not ready to. She looked into his eyes. He had pinned her to the car, he would have to justify his reasoning. He looked at her for a long time, then took her arm.

“Let’s get out of here…” he purred, almost inaudibly.

She could feel the weight of his body pressing her to the car, as she caressed her breasts and then let her hands linger over her ribs in her hotel room. Her phone vibrated in unison with her caresses, and she picked it up.

I miss you.

The text from Colin made her wet, as her own caresses had not.

Me too. Wish you were in Shanghai.

Do you?

Yes, I am in a mood and would love you. Here…

There was a knock at her door. Polly felt conflicted, was Oscar checking up on her? She held her phone, as if the screen with her texts to Colin were an amulet. She looked out of the peephole, and gasped as she opened the door.

“Is that how you open the door with your pretty tits out like that?”

Colin cupped her said pretty tits, as he kissed her and pressed her to the front of the door.

“I knew it was you, I knew you were out there…” she said, right before he kissed her again and held her close.

The weight of his hands on her breasts, lulled her into lust, and she almost fucked him with the door wide open.

Almost…

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Masturbation Monday No. 96

If only the woman who had been looking out of the window could see the three of them now…

Nichy was lying on a pile of colorful sheets, that she wondered if they had been arranged just for her. Her arm was up over her head while Renee kissed her neck, and Gavin lapped at her clit like a cat lapped at milk or water.

Nichy had definitely believed she was not going to be able to come again, but she had. Gavin had gotten her worked up just outside the apartment, and she was practically begging for release from either one of them by the time she had settled into their embraces and kisses in the apartment.

Later she walked into her own apartment–they had shared her enough that she did not feel the need to stay over. When she opened her door, she saw a shadow before she put on the light and knew it was not Tyler.

“Had you forgotten about me Nusch?”

Nichy did not bother to put the light on, she did not want the light on Graham’s face. There was no need for her to see him. He illuminated his face with the flashlight on his smartphone. She stared at him for a long time.

She was never able to escape him.

This time around, she did not know what he wanted. When she left, she had known that she would never be able to escape him. He was too well connected with people that she did not know, and did not want to know. And as for the control he wanted to seem to have to her, she knew that he would not be there if he did not want her.

She could not take her eyes off of his face, she did not even know when he moved closer to her. Her clitoris tightened when she saw the look in his eyes. Nichy knew that she was defenseless if he tried anything with her. When he undressed only her bottom, she groaned. Even before he put his tongue on her. The feeling of his tongue between her legs, was something that she would remember no matter how long it was since the last time he had pleasured her.

“Spread your legs, spread them like you have for Gavin? Renee? Tyler…” he whispered thickly.

Nichy placed her finger within her bellybutton. In one way she was nervous that he was tracking her every move. In another way, she loved that he was seeing what she did—she liked being watched and he knew that.

This was all almost like a grand cat and mouse game. Because even as she feared him, Graham could come and lap at her clit like this and she would feel as surreal as the surrealist muse that he nicknamed her after…

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Friday Flash No. 5 — Service

Loretta looked at her red-lacquered finger on the button. That button had become like Pavlov’s bell for her, when she pressed it. Months ago when she pressed that button, she had just expected to come in and clean a gentleman’s apartment. The apartment was huge, and the windows were opened letting her look almost back to her apartment downtown. She pulled up her sleeves, and prepared to go to work when the gentleman who hired her to clean his apartment appeared in the hallway. He mirrored her in white dress shirt and blue jeans. Soon after meeting him, she looked out toward downtown in just his dress shirt completely open and her body ruminating with the pleasure he had created within it.

That was how he liked her to clean. In his dress shirts–open, nothing underneath. Sometimes he liked her to wear his cufflinks. His cufflinks were as assorted as the charms on her Pandora bracelet. Naked except for his shirt, every motion to clean made her body a symphony of anticipation. Sometimes he was there, sometimes he was not there. When he was there, he never took his shirt off of her. Whatever he did with her, he did with his shirt on her.

After she pressed the button to be let in on her shifts, she knew if he did not come to the door in a certain amount of time she was free to use his key. Today was such a day, she put the key in the door and closed her eyes. Putting the key in his lock, was like the reverse of him entering her. Licking her parched lips, she unbuttoned her own dress shirt and folded it neatly on the table next to the door. Loretta stepped out of her jeans, and had another Pavlovian response to his dress shirts. She went through his dresser drawer to find a pair of cufflinks to put on as part of her service for the day…

Whether he was there or not he slipped through her like a ghost, she stood still for a moment and then remembered her purpose to service…

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Wicked Wednesday #212 — View

Eliza took in the floor to ceiling view from the bar. Josephine had just gotten off of work, and they were going to another bar which puzzled her.”This is the most sought after view in the city Joe, maybe we should just stay here?”

Josephine stared at Eliza with exasperation, and she could not blame her. It was finally her time off, and Josephine probably did not want to stay at her workplace as stunning as it was.

“Only,” Josephine said. “Only if we stay in one of the private rooms, and I have to ask for permission. That is where the best views are…”

“No, the best view is right here…”

Eliza turned to look at her sister-in-law to be. Honestly, Eliza was jealous of Fiona in a way. She was happy that she was with Rafe, and Oscar’s scent was still on her dress. He had come as close to fucking her as he possibly could. But he was headed to Shanghai with Polly, and it did not worry her…but Shanghai was a place that held deeply imbedded memories for them. But for now, Eliza could still feel the heat of his body on hers. She could still feel his stubble against her cheek, and could feel him inflate beneath the table. Even though she had washed her hands his scent was still there, on her fingers. But she was still jealous of Fiona, who was more in love or lust than she had ever seen her.

Josephine turned around to stare at Fiona, and Eliza felt like she was somewhere she was not supposed to be. As if someone had viewed her and Oscar moments ago, when they brought each other to mutual orgasm under the table while seeming transfixed on the view before them…with its expansive light cheddar colored moon.

Fiona panted, as Josephine walked away.

“You are really serious about Joe…” Eliza started.

Fiona licked her lips, and looked down at her hands which she wrung softly but nervously.

“If you do not even want to talk about her! You must really be smitten!”

Fiona stared at her now.

“Don’t embarrass me Liza, this is new and I am not even sure what I feel. I am just enjoying being with her…”

“I am jealous Fi, I am jealous of you, and your new love or lust!”

“You are marrying my brother who I have heard is very hot under the covers, and Oscar is crazy about you…how can you be jealous? Of me?”

Eliza shrugged, it was ridiculous when she said it out loud. Fiona was right, it was always interesting to view someone else’s life as more perfect than yours.

“We got the private room…” Josephine whispered when she returned. Her breasts bubbled from the top of her camisole, and Eliza watched Fiona look at her with unbridled lust. “Follow me?”

They did, where Eliza knew she would view their coveted new lust against the city’s most coveted view…

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Masturbation Monday No. 94

Nichy looked at Gavin. He smiled at her the way that he did when she first started to have an office crush on him. The way he had of looking at her like she were the most important person in the world, even if he did not know her that well before they got together.

But he knew her that well now.

He had ordered her drink, and she stood next to him at the bar. He wrapped his arm about her waist, and she pressed herself to him. The scuff of his stubble against her cheek was familiar and comforting.

“Nichy…” he whispered softly, keeping his arm about her waist.

“Hey.” She was so close to him, that when she smiled she practically kissed him.

“Thanks for coming,” he said, and she smelled the beer on his breath.

She nodded, she had wanted to see him too. Everything had happened so fast. From getting together with him, the dramas in between, Renee and Tyler. But there was a time when they were so hot for each other, and all she wanted was to be this close to him now.

“I had tea with Renee today…”

Gavin turned, so that his lips grazed her cheek.

“I know…”

“She told you all about high tea, huh?”

“I do not have any secrets from my fiancee,” Gavin smiled and he was so close to her, that she thought they were going to kiss. “We share everything…”

The light went out in the tiny bathroom, when they closed the door. Nichy was soothed by the feeling of his stubble on the inside of her thigh. In the dark, she caressed his head as he kissed the inside of each of her thighs. She closed her eyes when he touched the soft skin with his fingers. Nichy got dizzy from the soft wetness of his tongue and fingers, and hit her hip against the bathroom sink. Her fingers scraped his scalp, and he moaned with pleasure she was not even sure that she had heard when her mouth was on him like his was on her then.

She did not know this Gavin, who was with her in the bathroom of a bar but she had ached for him…

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Masturbation Monday No. 93/ Kink of the Week, June 1-15: Pubic Hair

“Are you happy?”

Nichy asked and looked at Renee, who sat across from her at the cafe.

Renee smiled at Nichy knowingly.

“Of course I am, I am engaged! What girl is not happy when she is engaged?”

Nichy smiled softly. She had been engaged multiple times, and none of those times had ended in a marriage. But she knew that Gavin and Renee would be married. Renee would have something she that never had, with a man who awhile ago Nichy had thought that she wanted the same thing with.

It was the first time that she had not been with Tyler in public, and did not have him to escape into. She had to face Renee head on, and she was putting on her bravest face to do so.

“I am really glad honey,” Nichy said, meaning the words as much as she could.

Renee looked at her, and Nichy knew that having been lovers she could not hide certain things from Renee.

“You know, when I first got together with Gavin when we were away, I have to be honest Nichy…I just wanted to know what you thought was so great about him. He is amazing I discovered, and the closer I got to him…I understood…I understood you…”

Nichy stared at Renee’s hand squeezing hers like this cafe date was a dream, something she was in but had no control of the consequences. Renee separated each one of her fingers with hers, absently and yet with a certain familiarity. When she finally escaped her reverie and looked into Renee’s eyes, Renee stared at her with a look she was too familiar with.

Secretly, Nichy had ached inside for that look. The look that Renee still wanted her, that she still wanted to fuck her.

Nichy looked away, and played with the lacy doily her teacup was on. Its high notes of bergamot soothed her, combined with mint and honey. It was Renee’s hand on her bare thigh, that soothed her even more. They moved closer together together in the corner, and Renee slipped her hand down Nichy’s pants.

“You’re growing hair down there…” Renee whispered, taking Nichy’s tea in place of hers and sipping from it.

“Tyler likes it, he says he likes to feel a little bit…” Nichy replied, sipping from Renee’s cup of tea.

“I like you bare, but this way, I can feel how wet your hair is before I feel your lips…”

Nichy closed her eyes, as Renee made due with her partially-haired mound. Her fingers moved along the damp hair, and even damper clit. To distract herself, so she did not cry out unceremoniously, Nichy stirred her tea. But when she came, she stirred the tea so hard it was like a mild bell and everyone turned to look at her flushed face.

Renee smiled at her, and picked up her cup of tea. Her engagement ring glittered like a fallen star, as she sipped.
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Masturbation Monday No. 92

Nichy was drowsy from the sun, as Tyler absently moved his finger along the edge of her vintage swimsuit. On her stomach beside him, her equilibrium was restored. She was shell-shocked that Renee and Gavin were engaged. Watching them be together was a little more than surreal to her, but she was well-behaved. She even held Renee’s hand and looked at the gorgeous vintage ring on her friend’s finger. Renee looked at her, and pulled her hand away from her. Nichy looked at Renee, unable to detect what was going on with her. Tyler’s finger stroked the edge of her backside, and teased the sensitive skin between her legs.

“You’re beautiful…” Tyler said to her as absently as his touch. “So beautiful. Renee and Gavin seemed to have beat us to the punch, but I do love you and I want to spend my life with you too and you know that I am not just saying that…”

She almost buried her face in the sand, before she looked up at Tyler over her folded arms.

“I want you to show me why you want to be with me,” she said softly. “I want to know why you want to be with me. Show me.”

Tyler looked out at the water, and Gavin and Renee in the far distance on a walk.

“You want–”

“Before they come back, hurry!”

“I cannot get your swimsuit off…”

“Push the crotch to the side, come on. Come on!”

Nichy pushed the crotch of her vintage swimsuit to the side, when she did, she felt how wet she was and could not help but touch herself. She felt her own soft flesh mesh with her eager wetness. She squeezed her clit just a bit, but was careful because she knew how sensitive she was down there. She rubbed around it on both sides, exploring the side that she played with less and gasped.

Tyler moved her hand, pulled her hand to his mouth and sucked her fingers clean.

He dipped his finger inside her to see if she was still wet. She was of course and he without turning her around, got on top of her and entered her from behind.

It was exactly what Nichy wanted. On top of her blanket, with minimal sand on her legs for him to get inside her from behind.

“You always want it, you always want it,” he said in her ear, as he moved in and out of her and rubbed her clit the way he had watched her do it. That combination was super combustible, and she came before she knew anything else. Her feelings so big, as Renee and Gavin grew smaller in the distance.
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