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Masturbation Monday No. 74

Nichy woke up that morning, and the sun entered her eyes before she even opened them. Her nipples were on fire, and she felt Renee’s breasts pressed up against her back. Then Renee kissed her neck, and her clit was on fire.

Rolling onto her back, she and Renee kissed. She could not get enough of the sweetness of Renee’s mouth even so early in the morning. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw Renee. Renee was so beautiful without makeup, and her bed head was appealing.

“You’re beautiful,” Nichy whispered hoarsely.

Her first words were to tell her very beautiful friend, that she was beautiful. Nichy was overwhelmed by her emotions. She had never imagined feeling like this. Going to bed with Renee was amazing, being with her was amazing. Their perfumes mingled even after their shared shower. They had had sex as soon as they stumbled into her apartment and in the shower, Nichy was pretty certain that they had fallen asleep having sex.

Nichy had not been able to keep her hands off of Renee’s ass the night before. When they were intimate, she had practically fetishized it. She never realized how much she had admired Renee’s body before. It was exciting for her to see Renee naked, in ways that she had never really imagined. Secretly, she had always felt flattered at the possibility that Renee might have wanted her, but she did not really believe it. It felt like Renee was just playing with her because they were friends.

But now that they had been together, now she knew that Renee had never been playing with her about that. Renee had wanted her, and she had felt wanted while they were together.

She felt wanted now as their breasts crushed together, and Renee caressed her sides.

“You’re beautiful,” Renee said to her, between kisses.

Nichy was breathless when they finally pulled away from each other. Renee went to get up, and Nichy felt desire like liquid fire spread along her body. She slapped Renee’s ass, and felt that Renee was as wet as she was.

Renee turned, and looked at her.

“You are an insatiable slut!” she grinned at Nichy.

“You made me a slut, I want you in bed with me…I want you…”

Their bodies were tangled in a fiery embrace, as they kissed. Nichy let Renee get out of her bed a long while later. She was happy it was the weekend, because she could not keep her hands off of Renee.

Renee sat naked on her bed, with her phone. Nichy watched her laugh, the laughter shaking her full breasts, making her glow all the more. Renee had such beautiful, flawless skin all over. Nichy could not help but aimlessly caress her.

“Theodora asked me how was the morning after,” Renee said, as Nichy caressed her collarbone.

“How was it?” Nichy questioned her, letting her finger dip between Renee’s full breasts.

Renee put her phone down, and took Nichy’s hand.

Her apartment smelled like sex, even after Renee left. Renee wanted to cook her dinner, and she went out in her glamorous cocktail dress in the middle of the afternoon. Nichy walked her to the door naked, kissing her and Renee had to push her back into the apartment by her breasts where she had half come out of it kissing her.

Nichy went back into her apartment, happy that Renee would be back soon.

She still felt like liquid fire when she sat on the couch, and let her fingers linger between her legs. She was wet. When she heard the key in the door, she was surprised that Renee had come back so quickly.

She jumped up from the couch, and then stopped.

“Were you expecting your new lover? She is amazing, I would not kick her out of my bed either Nusch…”

Nichy stared at Graham, who took her hand and kissed it. He sucked slowly on her fingers.

“You look like you have seen a ghost. Mmmm, this is you. you taste so sweet. Or is some of that juice from that decadent peach you fucked?”

Graham continued to suck her fingers, and Nichy was quiet as a ghost.

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My Sexy Saturday –A Sexy Vampire, or a Double Seduction!!!

I have never written about a vampire, but I do have an excerpt of a double seduction that I wrote for Volonté by Lelo. The lovers in my story, are about to seduce their best friend that one of them has a crush on!

 

In the men’s room, Simon pulled Clark into a stall. He pressed him up against the door and kissed him, rubbing his cheek against Clark’s to feel the burn from his stubble that he loved. Clark was panting as he pulled away.

“I think we’re going to take her home tonight. Do you want to?” Simon asked.
Clark closed his mouth, and looked at him.

“I knew you were up to something. You paid so much attention to Beth…”

 

You can read the rest of the story here! And about more sexy vampires here!

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Infamous Guest Blogger Kat Brings The Heat!!!

Kat is AMAZING!!! I am fascinated by her multiple blogs that all have her passion on display. She does not do anything halfway, I love the way her mind works. Her love of writing is so clear, she makes me revere our craft all the more. And the pictures she takes! Her Sinful Sunday posts take my breath away, she is so effortlessly sensual and sexy. Her erotica also leaves me breathless! Yesterday she posted a story on my Friday Flash blog that was…well go read it here! Today is Food for Thought Friday, so make sure you take a look at that as well. Read on for the decadence that is Kat…

When the blogging phenomenon that is F Dot Leonora asked if I would like to have her spotlight shone in my direction I was stunned, surprised and deeply flattered. Here was little old me, scribbling away my ideas on my blogs, never thinking I’d attract much attention, and then an offer I couldn’t refuse landed in my DM box! Thank you lovely Leonora for giving me this amazing opportunity!

Well, first things first, my name is Kat and I love to write! Which is why, after years of procrastinating, I took the plunge and began my first blog, kittykatbitsandbobs back in April 2014. I felt that my life was at a crossroads at that time, and I had an overwhelming urge to share the thoughts that were rattling around in my mind. The blog became a place where I tried to entertain people with my stellar wit, (I need a sarcasm font here), and morphed into a sort of public diary of my life where I laid myself bare. I think I used it as a form of therapy and still do. I often ask myself am I crazy to be so incredibly frank and open… am I making a huge mistake?

My desire has always been to write fiction and, given its recent rise in popularity, (thanks to that book that we shall not name), I thought I would try my hand at erotica and launched blog number two, MsTsecretgarden. I used this blog to explore a fantasy of BDSM, and I must stress it was fantasy. I made many mistakes there and, whilst the stories were fun, I was far from accurate in my portrayal of the BDSM lifestyle in many ways. Nevermind, it’s fiction and fantasy, so it’s all cool right?

I found that I loved writing filth but I wanted to branch outside of the BDSM genre and hence illicitthoughts was born; a third blog where I shared erotica, ranging from vanilla, romantic and sweet stories as well as my first love, kink. As poor MsT was left slightly by the roadside, I have since incorporated ‘her’ as a page on illicit. Although I was ready to leave that blog, I could not bare to just kill her off entirely. She was my first-born after all.

The funny thing is, I write erotica but the only erotica I read is on other blogs… I am a passionate reader, but on my bedside table you will find stacks of thrillers, mysteries, and tales of serial killers, as well as a wide selection of modern literature. Everything I write comes from my imagination. The stories you read on my blogs are my fantasies, some of which I have enjoyed for real, others that shall forever remain a fantasy.

I sit at my kitchen counter and allow my mind to drift to things I have done or would like to do. I have a tendency to ‘act out’ some of the choreography to see if what I am writing works, so my back-door neighbours may well have seen me running my fingers over my throat, down to my boobs and beyond… I have been known to lie of the kitchen floor to work out positions too. I guess if nothing else, it’s entertaining for them!

I find inspiration everywhere but mostly from people I know and talk to. My series Heat, (I toyed with the idea of attempting to develop it into a novella), was inspired by my best friend, who had some very unwelcome labourers in her front field last summer. I joked with her that she should begin a torrid affair with one and the idea just wouldn’t leave me, so I wrote about a lonely farm girl who fell for her farm hand. I still think the story has legs and may well return to it one day. I have an idea how it all wraps up but for now I am not sure I have the skills required to attempt a longer piece of work.

I often find photos can inspire me too; Tumblr, Pinterest and Twitter are rich sources of potential story material.

I run a meme on my ‘vanilla’ site called Word for Wednesday, inspired by my love of… well, words! Each week I pick a word and discuss why I picked it. I never expected that anyone would actually join in, but I have been delighted to find there are plenty of people out there who liked my simple idea and now I have a few regular contributors.

My most recent venture was to launch Food For Thought Friday with my good buddy Kilted Wookie. This came about from a poll I posted on Twitter. He liked my never ending list of question I have about sex, love, the human condition, and suggested we join forces to make it a weekly meme. Each week one of us poses a question we find interesting and invite people to share their thoughts on it. It is still early days for our baby but it seems to have potential.

I really enjoy joining in other people’s memes too and am a regular contributor to Sinful Sunday, as well as Wicked Wednesday and Friday Flash, which has been relaunched by my host today, the lovely F Dot Leonora herself.

I am a big believer in bloggers being there for each other and I try my best to promote blogs I admire as much as I can. I never feel that we are in ‘competition’ with each other, rather that we all have something unique to offer. If I can help a fellow writer, (oooooh! get me calling myself a writer!) to get new readers I will do what I can to help. I think blogging has changed my life, for the better. I have made great friends, learned so much about so many topics, and my self confidence regarding my writing has grown steadily… who knows maybe one day I will tackle that novella!

If you’d care to have a read of Heat and let me know if you think it has potential, click here!

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sexy lips via Kat

 

My First Friday Flash: Black Fishnet Pantyhose

Misty sat at her desk, unable to ignore the lazy horniness that filled her. She had not had a chance to do the laundry, and she had on no panties under her black fishnet pantyhose. Something about the fishnet was different than wearing even lace pantyhose. The tiny holes of her fishnets teased her clit, when she crossed her legs.

She closed her eyes as the sun hit her face, and crossed her legs again. The fishnet pattern teased her clit again, and she parted her legs as she sat forward. The heat between her legs was like the sun, even with her legs parted. Her clit was heavy with arousal from the teasing of her pantyhose, and she tugged at the waist wondering if she should take them off.

Tugging at the waist, made the fishnets press up against her clit again.

And again.

She tugged lightly at her waist, but the pleasure was intense. Intense enough that she kept tugging, intense enough that she sat forward and felt the fishnets tighten more and more against her. Her hips moved of their own volition, and she was glad that her window faced the width of the big city and was not across from another building.

Misty pondered going to the bathroom, but she had hit her sweet spot and her body curved around it.

“Hmmm,” she let out a soft moan, almost as if she were too tired to. She was almost there, almost—

“Misty! Did you send—”
Misty closed her eyes, her eyes tight with her orgasm as she started to pant. She opened her eyes and her boss stood in front of her looking troubled.

“Are you okay? You look flushed. Maybe you should take a break, and then look for those files…”

Misty barely heard a word that he said, as she got up to go to the bathroom. In the stall her fishnets were damp in the crotch with her come, and between her legs still rippled with the aftershock of her release.

When she washed her hands and looked in the mirror, she smiled at her reflection and her super bright eyes.

She was ready for the rest of the day…

This is the first time I am doing Friday Flash now that I am hosting it–won’t you join me?

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photo of fishnets by Big Miss Naughty

Wicked Wednesday #191 — Condoms

Rafe held the condom in his hand. It had been on the dresser, and he was not sure if Eliza had left it there because she wanted him to find it. Or because it looked like she had been sloppy as she had left their apartment. Things were in a disarray.

He knew that he had no right to be mad at her for being with someone without telling him. She had forgiven him with Sandrine, he had no right to be mad. While he had been busy falling in love with Margaux…

He was falling in love with Margaux, and it was so fresh he thought of the ways that he had probably been sloppy with that around Eliza. Maybe she felt like she wanted to get his attention. But he loved her always, he was going to marry her, but maybe he had taken her for granted. That was the tricky thing about being in an open relationship.

It made him open to everything.

Eliza’s key in the door brought him back to the moment. He was still held the condom, when she walked into the room. She looked recently fucked, no matter how much she had perfumed and made up her beautiful face.

“You are fucking Oscar again,” he said, without any finesse—he was even startled how he lacked finesse when he addressed her.

“Yes,” she raised her hand to her face, and he felt insulted by the flash of her engagement ring. She walked into the room and put down her purse, and pivoted out.

Rafe jumped up behind her, and she turned to look at him.

“You waltz in here and tell me you are fucking this bastard again, and waltz out like it is nothing Eliza? I am your fiancé, I am going to be your husband—treat me with some respect! Leaving condoms lying about? Really?”

Eliza stared at him, and the look on her face was one that he did not recognize. She just looked at him, and that made him so mad. He could not believe how mad he was at her, at Oscar.

“If I am fucking someone else, you are going to know Rafe. The same way I know that you are fucking Margaux.”

“You’re fucking Oscar to spite me? That is really grown-up of you!”

Eliza walked past him and back into the room,  where she grabbed her purse. Rafe placed himself at the door, so she could not walk past him.

“Are you going to block me? That is so grown-up Rafe!”

“Do you want to end this? Walking out while I am talking to you?”
“You are shouting at me!” Eliza screamed at him.

“I am not shouting at you…” Rafe said, leaning into her. How was it possible that he was so mad at her, but he had to touch her? Eliza recognized his purpose right away, and continued to study him. “I am sorry…”

He feared that Eliza would swoon, the way she looked at him. He held her and felt the static from the carpet, and the static from his desire.

Rafe felt a particular satisfaction, when he rode Eliza on their bed. Unlike Oscar, he did not use a condom with her. The naked feeling of her drove him half out of his mind, and the way she moved under him let him know that she was equally as mindless. There was something mindlessly pleasing to him about having her now, after Oscar had had her.

But she was his now, she was his when he came inside her. He could not help but let his fingers touch the place where they were joined, so he could feel his come there.

Between her legs.

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Masturbation Monday No. 73

Nichy’s hand was still on Renee’s ass, and Renee looked at her with her lips parted. Nichy did not want to be a tease, but she was not sure what she wanted.

Except she very definitely wanted her hand on Renee’s ass.

“Not here,” she finally whispered to Renee.

She caressed Renee’s backside for a bit, then finally pulled her hand away and followed her out of the bathroom. Theodora and Caroline sat together at the bar still making out. Nichy took Renee’s hand, and they sat back down by the bar.

“Where were you two? In the bathroom for so long?” Theodora asked, with a smirk on her face.

Nichy knew what that smirk meant, and she usually just shrugged it off. Because even though nothing had happened between her and Renee, what had happened was much more intense than anything. Listening to Renee, she never imagined that Renee was serious when she flirted with her. Even that night in bed, when she grabbed her tits, Nichy thought that it was just her playing around. Even when Theodora told her that Renee really wanted to be with her, or the time they were at the bar near the job and Renee touched her in the bathroom…she never imagined that Renee was serious.

“I am going home,” Renee said. “I am not feeling so good, that was why we were in the bathroom so long.”

“You don’t look good honey,” Theodora said soberly, reaching for Renee’s arm. “Do you want me to take you home?”
“I can take her home,” Nichy said.

Theodora looked back and forth between them.

“Okay,” Theodora said, letting her hand fall away.

Renee stared at Nichy, and they worked their way out of the crowd while holding hands.

“I ordered a car, it should be outside…” Renee said.

“Where did you say the car was going?”

“To my apartment.”

“I am coming with you.”

Nichy’s hand was at home again on Renee’s backside. She caressed it as they went outside, and got into the car. Renee was verbally silent, but her body was loud with desire. Nichy did not say anything either. She felt that her touch needed to be louder than her words at this point.

Renee’s apartment was familiar to her even in the dark, as Renee closed the door behind her and pressed her back to it. Nichy recognized that lazy desire, and responded with a kiss. She could taste Renee’s drinks on her lips, as well as something sweet that made her suck on her bottom lip for a long time. Nichy was startled by how good it felt to kiss Renee. How good it felt to touch her body. Nichy remembered seeing Renee in the bathroom stall with Tyler. She had never been able to help noticing how beautiful and full Renee’s body was.

When she touch Renee’s breasts for the first time, Nichy felt the touch as if she had touched her own. The pleasure jolted her to her core, and she felt such heat between her legs. She felt a fire, and needed to extinguish it with Renee.

“Touch me…” Nichy whispered. “Touch me, I am on fire…”

Renee pulled off her dress, the same way she had in the bathroom. Except now instead of touching herself, she rubbed against Nichy. Nichy fumbled with her own dress, Renee helped her to take it off.

Naked she was still on fire as she rubbed against Renee. They rubbed against each other, igniting more fire as opposed to extinguishing it.

More Masturbation Monday here:

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And this week another bonus story of mine for Volonté, “Double Seduction!!!”

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Call for (Femdom) Submissions: Update

I am accepting submissions for my upcoming femdom anthology until January 31, you can read all that you need to know on my Calls for Submissions page

Also on my Calls for Submissions page, are calls for Sexy Little Pages and Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 2. If you are an editor, I am more than happy to include your submissions there as well!

But remember, there is only one more week for my femdom anthology!!! I would love a blizzard of submissions! It would surely thrill me more than the blizzard that we had in New York City…and heat me up as well!!!

My Sexy Saturday — My Sexy Shifter

I have never written about a shifter–but this scene in my story “The Lady in Red,” does signify a shift in the action in my protagonist’s trajectory at her partner’s gallery opening…a deprivation of one of her senses to enhance the others…

“But first I have to blindfold you.”“Why?”

“Because I want you to be completely deprived of your senses before you engage with the painting. I want you to devour it.”

“Okay,” she had conceded quietly. “Okay.”

Squeezing her shoulders, he might as well have squeezed her clit. His good looks and quiet intensity filled her with tiny bubbles of excitement as much as the champagne had.

You can read the entire story here–and the other sexy shifters here:

  

Guest Blogger BD Swain Will Make You Swoon…

BD Swain makes me swoon–whether with erotica or photography–swoon! I am so happy to have BD as my guest…so you can swoon too from the sheer gorgeousness of the decadent quartet of stories that follow…without further ado…BD…

I am thrilled to have the opportunity to appear as a guest blogger for Leonora. I enjoy her blog, and we have followed each other on social media for awhile. Since we’ve had some nice exchanges about my photographs recently, I decided to share four of my photos paired with four new stories for you here.

 

Four Very Short Stories by BD Swain

 

One

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Greasy fingers. Dirty boots. A tank top and jeans with just the right bulge packed tight. Ready for action. Spread your knees wide and pat your thigh for her to come sit. “Come here, baby,” you say. Pull down her panties enough to see. Pet her knees. Pull her dress down and suck on her tits. Slide two fingers inside her. Keep it slow like you don’t care. You’ve got all day. “Baby, what time is it?” Don’t listen to her answer. Keep asking her questions. Keep her talking. Not caring what she says. You want to hear it in her voice. The distraction. “Tell me a story. Tell me about your day.” She tries to remember. Tries to keep it up. Keep your teeth closed tight on her nipple. Don’t let go. Everything slows. Go slower. Your fingers are barely moving. So slow. In and out. She’s so wet. Growl at her. Show her how much you’re holding back. Keep it locked down. Tight. Feel it between your legs. Are you there? Are you still there? Pull her to face you, her thighs straddling your hips. Shove your thick bulge against her pussy. Grab her hips and grind her against you. “What gets you so wet, baby?” ask her. Watch your jeans get slick.  Make her answer you. “What makes you wet like this? Tell me.” Let her whisper it against your cheek. Take her secrets. Keep them inside you. Let her feel you shake. Grab your belt buckle. Sticky fingers on your fly. Let the zipper snag your skin. Bleed. Grip your cock and shake it a little as you steady yourself. Get ready. Bend over and spit into your hand. Once. Again. Let the spit pool into your palm and wet your dick for her. “Right here,” tell her and lift her onto you. Hold yourself hard. Steady. Lean back. Watch her move. Bury your face in her tits and don’t let her see how much you feel this. How much you need it. Don’t tell her when you come. Don’t break.

 

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Soft, clean sheets. A swept floor. Bare feet on the hardwood. I think about you all the time. I move through the house when you’re not here and listen. I’ll run a bath piping hot. So hot it stings my skin. I picture you in the water. Your body, not mine. Your curves. Your belly. Your thighs. I can feel you under my fingers. I rub my chest and feel your hands on me. I move my tongue against the roof of my mouth and feel your kiss. This is sweet. Tonight, I am sweet. So hot, I sweat in the bath. I won’t wait for you to come home. I need this right now. My fingers inside of me instead of you. I lightly suck the tip of my thumb. Imagine you in my mouth. I scratch my thighs. I’m talking to you. Out loud. Telling you things you’ve wanted to hear. I don’t wait for you. I never wait. I get ready. I pretend. I clean the house. I make the bed. I take a bath. I jerk off. When you come home, I’ll tell you all about it. I’ll bend you over the kitchen sink and grab your cunt while I talk. That’s what I think about when I come. I think about you bent over with my fingers in the wet cotton of your panties. I think about looking down at the backs of your thighs. I think about what comes next. And that’s when I come. With the expectation of what will happen. Every time.

 

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I’m her sweet boy. She teases me, fingering the fuzz on my thighs. This is for her. This is what she’s given me. My own boy. Mine. For keeps. I know he’s there when she wraps an arm around me and plays with the shaved hairs on the back of my neck. When she drags her finger across my upper lip and tells me to sit down while she trims my mustache. “So handsome,” she sighs, and everything falls into place. I slip into a trance. Her boy. Hers. And mine. This is when she teases me. She toys with me. Her fingers trace my ear. Her lips on my neck. She slips a finger behind each button of my shirt, feeling around before undoing each one. She takes her time with me. Wants me to lean back, put my hands behind my head. My back is ramrod stiff. I’m frozen at full attention, waiting for an order. Tell me what to do. Tell me who I am. She drags her stiff, open fingers up and down the ribs of my tank top. She scratches me with her nails. “I like this look,” she says, smiling approvingly at my white briefs and edging a finger inside the pocket. She pulls at my pubic hair with a grip of her fist. She kisses my inner thighs until I squirm. When she’s finally at the point of tugging down my briefs, when her lips finally touch my swollen cock, I explode in her mouth too fast. I come with a jerk and cover my face. Ashamed I couldn’t hold out longer this time. Ashamed I can never hold back with her. She laughs at me. She tells me how she knows what to do to me. She calls me her sweet boy. Always a boy. Mine.

 

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I started writing because I wasn’t fucking. I started writing because everything I wanted was stuck deep down inside me. I had stopped feeling it years before but I knew it was there. Buried deep. I started writing and I couldn’t stop. I knew I was going to break everything. I used to say, “I had no choice,” but that isn’t true. Breaking everything and starting over was my choice. No regrets. I used to say, “I wish I’d left earlier,” but that’s not right. I am here in this place because of every chance I did or didn’t take along the way. Why look back and try to retrace my steps? Look at this girl in my arms right now. See how much I love her. I write love stories now. Each one more surprising than the last. I don’t look too far ahead. I hold her hand when we walk around the lake. I get up in the morning and make coffee for us to drink in bed. I fall asleep with her in my arms. We fight. We fuck. I remember each detail and daydream about the next time we’ll fuck. Everything is changed. Life overturned. Righted. No one more surprised than me. I would never have met this girl. Not in a million years. I would have lost this chance. I would not have lived. This is one story. There are more.

I love dirty pictures. I take them all the time. Sometimes I write about them. Sometimes I just look at them. Each one is a story to me. Each one tells me something. I made a deck of cards so I could hold them in my hands. Feel them. The cards are a love story. A pack of love stories. If you’d like them, you can get your own deck at http://bdswain.squarespace.com.  I hope you’re inspired to take your own dirty pictures.

 

BD kindly gave me a deck of cards, and I can tell you they are gorgeous! And I know you swooned reading this post, I know you want more…like BD ended the last story, This is one story. There are more at www.bdswain.com .

 

all photos courtesy of BD Swain

Wicked Wednesday #190 — Porn / Kink of the Week Jan 16-31: OTK Spanking

Eliza sat on the edge of the bar stool as Oscar approached. At this point, Josephine the hostess-cum-bartender raised her eyebrows with familiarity when she saw Oscar arrive and Eliza would swivel around on the edge of the stool at her signal.

Oscar pulled her to him with more force than he normally did, kissed her so hard, she wondered if her lips would bruise. Eliza looked at him, and he waved the card for their room just out of her reach. Eliza kissed him again, before she turned around and looked at Josephine. She was so eager to get into bed with Oscar—she did not count the bills as she placed them on the bar.

Josephine’s smile at the probably overly generous tip was a blur like an ad on a subway station as Eliza ran to the elevator.

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Seeing herself lying naked with Oscar, was like seeing her own homemade porn. She wrapped her arms about him, tempted to take pictures or record them with her phone. It would be like her porn to distribute, instead of Rafe’s.

She knew that he was seeing Margaux, but coming across pictures that he had sketched of her was like encountering his personal stash of porn. It was almost unbearable.

But now—with Oscar—she could make her own. Climbing on top of him, she groaned when he grabbed her ass and pulled her to him.

“Take a picture of me?” she queried.

“So you can show your fiancé?”

Eliza shrugged, and rolled off of him. He pulled her to him with one arm, and slapped her backside.

“Why do I have to always feel like I am playing second fiddle to Rafe, Eliza?” Oscar asked, lying on his back and pulling her on top of him. “I feel like I need to put you over my knee.”

Eliza felt between her legs turn to mush. The thought of him spanking her. He had not spanked her since the early days, when they first met. But he never spanked her that hard then, because they did not want to leave marks on her.

But now she did not care if there were marks.

She straddled him, and he grabbed her by putting his hand through her thighs. This embrace was more intimate than anything else they had done.

“Are you seeing me again because Rafe is seeing that fetish model?”
“You know about her modeling?” Eliza sighed.
Oscar laughed.
“I am a man, I would know her! She is beautiful…she looks like Myrna Loy? Do you think?”

Eliza pushed at his chest.

“Maybe I ought to spank you, saying that to me!”

“She is not as beautiful as you…”

Eliza knelt beside him.

“Now that you might get a spanking I am more beautiful…”
“You are reminding me of Bettie Page right now…

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Eliza slowly scrolled the pictures on her phone in the cab beside Oscar.

She did look a little like Bettie Page, that menacing way that Page had about her. Stills of her spanking Oscar, her hand on a red patch on near the crease of his bare ass…

He was not able to be restrained on her lap. He had wiggled and shifted on her lap unable to help himself, which had antagonized her and turned her on all the more.

Made her strike him like a match.

“You look hot as hell on my lap,” she said aloud.

“Are you going to show them to him?”
Eliza stared out of the cab.

The photos were for her, her own personal stash of porn.

More porn here:

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