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Hands Up

Harry needed to take the edge off.
He watched Charlotte apply her makeup, applying her blush with the delicacy of a feather. She blew a kiss at him.
“I was wondering what had happened to you? You have not called me in a long time!” she said.
Harry did not feel like engaging in conversation—that was why he called her. The only person he had wanted to talk to was Sabrina, and she has not called him back. He had no idea where she was, and he was feeling anxious.
Without any preamble, he stood behind Charlotte and placed his hands around her neck. She leaned into his touch.
“Tighter,” she said, reaching up and putting her hands over his.
He loved the feeling of her hands—her small, soft hands like she was a lady of leisure.
“No hands,” he said. “not your hands.”
Charlotte put her hands down, and his hands tightened around her throat. Her neck was small and soft like her hands. He could break her or kill her. Her life was in his hands, and he got a boner from it.
Just when he was afraid he would go too far, he let go of her neck and she rolled her head toward him. He raised her hands over her head.
“Keep them up, no matter what I do…” he said before he kissed her neck.
Charlotte was always obedient. He knew she would listen, but it did not stop him from raising her up by her hands. He made her face the wall, so she could not see anything he was going to do to her in advance. Her gasps turned him on, like when he slipped his fingers into her damp entrance. He was rough and she kept gasping, as she clawed the wall like she was climbing it.
She did not put her hands down, because he has told her not to.
He shoved his finger in and out of her until that was not enough and he put his dick in. Still mock climbing the wall, Charlotte lifted her leg like an animal in heat, and he pounded into her.
“Harder, fuck me harder,” she commanded, as she pounded the wall.
He did, he was going to whether she wanted it or not because he needed to fuck her hard. That was why he called her because he knew that she would want it as hard and rough as he needed it.
Harry liked seeing her faint nail polish on the wall from where she had been scratching the wall after. She was lying down on her bed in a puddle of her blanket. Her nakedness was enticing, but he wanted to go.
He had done what he needed.

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makeup via Molly

Love Lock

Eliza smiled at a picture of herself that was on Rafe’s desk in their home office. He had had a camera, and mused if she would take an erotic picture for him what would she look like, when they first started dating. She was a little shy still, they had made love by that point but she still wanted everything to be private and just between them.

That was when she noticed he was getting hard, and she was not doing anything sexual. She was in a vintage floral dress he had seen a thousand times before, sitting in the grass with its wide skirt spread out and looking up at him as he stood poised with the camera.

She realized she did not have to do much to seduce him, she had so much power already. Her smile was Mona Lisaesque, she learned a lot in that moment about herself and him. She rolled onto her back, and smiled up at him. The picture in the frame was a crop of that image, with her eyes wide and knowing.

Her eyes darted to Rafe’s as she came back to the present, and he looked at her. His smile was soft, but troubled.

“Ingrid wants to meet for dinner,” he started.

Ingrid.

Eliza had pretended that Ingrid did not bother her when she was engaged to Rafe for that very brief period when they had broken up. She had pretended enough that she made herself believe it. But now she did not want anything with Ingrid. No pretending, nothing at all.

“Did she want to come to the house?”

Rafe frowned.

“She wants dinner just the two of us, and I told her that I had to ask you. I will not go if you do not want me to.”

“You have to go whether I want it or not, she was a part of your life. You were going to marry her.”

The words came out of her her mouth, and she wanted to mean them. She really did want to mean them. She had had a picture of Rafe at her job, where she did not want people gawking. It just showed the love lock that they left on a not so infamous as the bridge in Paris, but on a bridge nonetheless that had their initials together ER—no plus:

They were one.

That picture was in their hallway now, along with many pictures of the two of them over time…

Was their love locked? She had to let him go with Ingrid if she wanted it to be…

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photo via Floss!!!

Pizza/Sex

Karys collapsed into Chlo’s embrace. Even though it was a ritzy restaurant, where Chlo had to come collect her at the door, she was able to do that there.

Fall apart.

And she was thankful for it.

Chlo released her, and handed her a straight vodka. Not one with orange or tomato juice like the other well-dressed diners were having. Karys sipped gratefully, her hands shaking.

“So you left him there?” Chlo said to her, picking up her own Bloody Mary mirroring her grateful sipping.

Karys nodded.

She had left him there, it almost felt like she had killed him—hadn’t she in a way? Hadn’t she killed him and herself?

The way that she came across him was an accident, she swore to herself inside her head as if she was trying to convince someone else—a certain someone else. They were both standing at Jeanne’s door, hoping to see her. But instead, all they saw a few blocks away were signs that read Sex/Pizza—which they did in reverse.

Karys was used to casual sex, but what happened between them was not casual. It was tender and meaningful. Something that when they were lying beside each other after and she curled into him, and he pulled her closer it was addictive. The beautiful long hair he had that Jeanne told her about, all about them.

Mal looked at her with a soft smile.

“You know, I have not seen Jeanne for a long time, this was an act of desperation. Like if I cornered her and forced her to see me…”

Karys pressed her face to the side of his breast. His scent drove her crazy. Even with the scent of sex hanging in the air there was something sweet and innocent about his scent. About the way he held her. Something she had not had for such a long time that she forgot what it was like.

But she did not know if Jeanne was done with Mal, he was hers first and she should not have been with him. The morning after Karys left him, barely putting herself together. She just could not deal with what she had done.

To Jeanne.

She looked up miserably from Chlo’s breast, and entering the dining room, his long hair pulled back, in a crisp white shirt with dress pants and suspenders…was Mal.

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The Archer

Sabrina picked up her phone and saw that she had a bazillion messages from Harry—but she was not ready. She turned to the side, Graham pulled her close even with his eyes closed.

He was that possessive.

She had liked that for a long time. The feeling of being wanted. Graham always held her hand firmly when he did, held her body firmly and made love like he was trying to go through her. Sabrina had felt like the resurrected ghost of who she had been with him the night before.

He always went through her.

His naked body was warm and irresistible. He always came for her, it was not always good when he did but he would never let her go—she knew that.

Graham was a Sagittarius—the Archer—her sign was irresistibly drawn to his sexually. Their sexual attraction had never been in question. The beginning of their relationship was the most intense sexually that she had ever experienced.

But she had fallen in love with Harry, and her relationship with him was the most emotionally intense she had ever had. Yet there was no doubting that there was always something of Harry that she could never get to. Something of him that she could not access, and she wondered if that was the part of him that maybe had the potential to murder a woman?

Graham did not open his eyes as she faced him, as his hand caressed her body and her thoughts stilled like statues at a fountain. Her thoughts stopped flowing except to one place…She felt the pressure there that only one thing could alleviate. Graham’s fingers slipped between her legs, she heard his intake as if he was surprised she was wet. Of course she was wet what else would she be with him touching her? He was only touching her, and she was about to come from the residual pleasure of their night before, and the impending pleasure to come.

Her phone buzzed and she acknowledged it in her head, but Graham’s course fingers moving in and out of her occupied much more space. He fucked her with his fingers like he would fuck her with his dick, and she was about to come. His eyes were still closed like he did not even need to know what he did to her. But she supposed he could hear her, and feel her and smell her to know she was about to come…

…and when she did.

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Filling the Void (A Meme Combo)

Jeanne was restless.

She knew Terrence was away for business, but she missed him so much she went to his apartment and slept in his bed. His scent would be have to be enough to fill her.

It had been a long day, picking up Sabrina at the airport and then Eliza posting Harry’s bail for a crime that none of them could not believe he had committed.

Sabrina loved him enough to go home with him, and Rafe trusted Eliza enough to allow her to help a friend of hers like that.

Jeanne curled up into a ball. She was alone in the massive bed, her hand between her legs to lull her. That was what you wanted when you were in bed alone. Thinking hard about the man who gave you comfort when he was in bed with you.

When she heard the door click, she jerked her hand from between her legs and looked up. Her heart raced, and then—

Terrence?

She thought it and said it at the same time.

He was taken aback.

“Jeanne?”

“I missed you.”

No points could be given for their technical skill that night. Terrence slowly loosened his tie, and undid the buttons of his shirt.

She was already naked.

He unbuckled his belt, and she enjoyed the combination of shadows and his actual flesh bared to her. There was something of a horseshoe shape on the ceiling, as his belt lassoed away from them when he tossed it. Jeanne got wetter as his weight dipped the mattress, and he covered her. He kissed her neck, and she closed her eyes to take in the sensation of his lips. They were a little chapped she was sure from the dryness of the airplane cabin, but felt nice touching her skin. She was embarrassed when he slipped a finger between her legs, and she could hear the squelching of her wetness as he did. He moved his finger more because it seemed to have the opposite effect on him.

What they did after was so intimate and lazy. Nothing for the textbooks, but exactly what she wanted.

Her man deep inside her, filling the void that she had anticipated that night.

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Quartet — Four Memes in One

Before

Damaris sleepily crawled on top of him, Harry was still mostly asleep–though he had been thinking about picking up Sabrina from the airport later. Bed with Damaris was different than with Sabrina. Damaris smelled alluring, she oozed sensuality and danger. She slithered on him like a snake, straddled his hips and pushed him into her. There was nothing for him to say. He was hard and she was doing all the things to rouse him. She rode him like a demon, at one point he looked up at her and she looked sad like a spectre. But when he touched her to see if his hand would go through her it did not. She was warm and soft to his touch. Her eyes however wandered, and then latched onto his like she had found something she had long been looking for.

After

Damaris stood on the rooftop an ornate glass with amber fluid in her hand. Harry had had to leave work early to find her. Damaris had gotten all of his information in the hotel room. He had ignored texts from her at work, thinking there was not going to be anything else between them. She had just been married and lost her husband–how could she have gotten attached to him so quickly? When he saw the video of her looking drugged on his phone, he had not been sure what to do. When he got to the hotel she was on the rooftop unresponsive. He called the front desk, and told them his friend was not responsive. At that point, he knew he was not going to be able to pick up Sabrina. He knew he was going to have to have some minor questioning at the police station.

Harry rested his head against the bars of the holding cell–he had not known just how long he was going to be detained…

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Flash and Fleur Friday No. 29 –Tulle

Jeanne stood on the terrace looking at the New York skyline. They were so high up, they could look into the other boroughs. She stood there with a cocktail holding Eliza’s hand.
“Thanks for inviting me and Terrence,” she said to her sister.
Eliza squeezed her hand as a way of a response.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rafe who smiled and held up his phone.
“Is it okay if I use the image for Instagram?”  Eliza turned and looked at her husband and smiled broadly, before she looked at Jeanne.
Jeanne nodded.
“Thank you, you are the prettiest ladies here so I had to take a picture!”
He walked over to the two of them, his arm instantly going about Eliza’a waist. He thrust his phone at both of them. The picture only showed their silhouettes framed by the skyline and their held hands. The caption read:
rafehughes The loveliest two women here tonight, one happens to be my wife @elizamort—the loveliest woman of all!
Jeanne felt a tear come to her eye, as she gave Rafe back his phone and picked up hers to reply. She thrust her phone into his hands.
Rafe smiled, and showed the phone to Eliza who smiled back at him.
Jeanne had replied:
jeannembordeau You are the loveliest couple I know!!! <3
Terrence walked over to them, and Jeanne immediately pressed herself to him.
“You look beautiful,” he breathed against the shell of her ear.
Jeanne looked up at him on tiptoes, and he cradled her tulle covered backside in his hands. His body warm against hers, Jeanne wanted to be alone with him, but she knew they would have to wait.
It was much later in the back of the car home, Terrence’s hand burning between her legs like his cock would in moments, that she saw the picture of their tulle-filled embrace not on Rafe’s Instagram but under the hashtag for the party.

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The Star On Top

Eliza felt it had been enough time, enough time that she had spent brooding and Oscar made her realize that she definitely wanted to try to make up with Jeanne. She was not sure if Jeanne was going to want to even talk to her, after the scene that she had made at the bar.

But Jeanne surprised her.

She arrived at the cafe where they first met, and she had her hair up and wore her glasses. Jeanne also wore glasses, and had her hair up. They giggled when they saw each other. Jeanne got up from the table, and Eliza was not sure if they were going to hug each other or not. Eliza walked over to her, and curtly kissed her cheek.

Jeanne kissed her back in the same manner, adjusted her glasses and gave her a wan smile.

Eliza sat down, and as soon as she did the waitress walked over with a glass of the wine that she has always loved when she was there. She smiled at the waitress, and raised her glass to Jeanne.

“Thank you for agreeing to see me, I know that we did not end on good terms.”

“You are my sister, I was not a prize that night either. I did not have to flaunt my relationship…”

“I am happily married Jeanne, it should not matter to me. You are my sister, that is what should matter. Can we start over again? Can we try to start over again?”

Eliza studied Jeanne, whose face did not go hard but pensive.

“My mother was like my sister,” Jeanne paused and before she continued, Eliza noticed whenever Jeanne was emotional her accent became very French. “But she was still my mom, and I have very close female friends and as close as we are I am not sure I ever thought about them like sisters. I am sure I have room in my heart for a sister. It would be the star on top of all of my female relationships right now.”

Eliza smiled, and felt her eyes water. Jeanne wiped a stray tear.

“I already love you Eliza, I spent all of this time with you, before this all…” Jeanne waved her hand absently, and picked up her wine. “You’re my blood.”

Eliza picked up her own wine, and clinked it with Jeanne’s.

“I love you too,” she said and meant it.

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christmas tree via f dot leonora

(Flash and) Fleur Friday No. 26 — Vintage Pin

Jeanne was intrigued when she walked into the offices of Ogler, the curatorial porn company. The office was ultra modern, and the CEO Maddie Stone was dressed from head to toe in vintage attire. Jeanne could not keep her eye off of the pin on her jacket, that was topped off by her Popsicle Firecracker ice pop colored hair.

Maddie rubbed the pin, and smiled at her.

“It is a random pin I found at a flea market, but I like it so I wear it a lot,” Maddie smiled. “ You know when people come in here to ask me about Ogler, and how I came up with the idea and things like that…” Maddie sat down, and crossed her legs. “I usually ask what them to try Ogler, see what they like…and then ask me. The proof is in the pudding to me.”

“That seems fair to me, and that is why I did try it out before I got an interview with you,” Jeanne admitted.

Maddie smiled.

“I love it!” Maddie clapped her hands. “What do you want to ask me?”

“I know that you came up with Ogler because you wanted more intuitive porn when you were looking for it, and you felt that you were not alone so you developed Ogler. What trends from it help you to make it more intuitive for your viewers?”

“Well the algorithms that we use are almost flawless—it really does follow the ebb and flow of all of our viewers’ caprices with their viewing and it makes it easy for them to find things that they will want to see. Some viewers say that it knows them better than they know themselves and I love to hear that.”

Jeanne smiled at Maddie, she had to agree secretly—Ogler had really intuited everything that she liked. She felt her face warm, and she knew that Maddie knew all of her secrets…

Jeanne is interviewing the woman who created the curatorial porn site that Eliza mentioned here, there is more Friday Flash here.

(Flash &) Fleur Friday No. 25 — Amour

Jeanne and Terrence went to Cafe Amour, the neon Amour outside of the cafe provided a red glare on their table. It also left a red glare on her heart—on the heart of her new necklace that he had just given her. It said amour, and the o was a red heart.
She loved it, and she loved the man who gave it to her.
Everything in Cafe Amour had amour in it. The Amour Mussels and Frites had a savory garlic and red chili peppers broth. The Amour house wine was a Cabernet and Merlot combo, and the Amour Chocolate Mousse had a mascarpone-filled red heart.
She dabbed her mouth with a Cafe Amour napkin that was covered with tiny red hearts.
But with all of the words of amour and red and hearts, it was looking at the man sitting across from her that made her red and filled her with amour…

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