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Rafe liked New York at night, he stepped into the sultry city night and into a cool car to take him…wherever he wanted to go…It was in the middle of Times Square, it looking like a carnival at almost midnight, that he saw Margaux.
Margaux.
Margaux not waiting for him, on her own and probably not even thinking about him.
He watched her for several blocks, unsure how to approach her. They had not stopped seeing each other, but it was strained between them and he knew that was for a lot of reasons.
But now she was the queen of the night world, and he was bedazzled. He stuck his head out of the car window. When she saw him, her lips parted, and she looked at him wistfully.
Rafe told his driver to stop, and he got out of the car. He wrapped one arm about Margaux’s waist and pulled her into the car.
“This only happens in romantic movies.” she grinned, staring at him no less dazzled.
“Well you look like a movie star.” he said, as she caressed her e-cigarette. “A French one.”
Margaux grinned even though he could tell she did not want to, and Times Square swirled around them.
“Now tell me, where are we going?” Rafe said, watching lights bounce off of her.
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times square at night via f dot leonora
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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rose geranium via f dot leonora
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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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marilyn via wikipedia
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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“I wish I could turn around and start over…” Oscar said, when he got into the car beside Polly. Polly stared at him, the way that she used to before they ever got together. Her haughty indifference, was worth far more than her acting hurt.
The night before, she had spent the with Colin. His brand of lovemaking satisfied her in way that no other kind had. Their love was far from perfect, but the physical side of their love was irreplaceable for her.
But she would be a liar if she tried to say that being in the limo with Oscar would have no affect on her.
“Do you still love him?” Colin had asked her that morning, when she was getting dressed. She was topless, and his eyes were fixed on her modest breasts.
“Of course I still love him in some kind of way…” she shrugged. “But he left me for Eliza, and I left him because of you…”
Colin pressed his lips to her neck. He looked at their faces in the mirror.
“I think you should explore everything with him. You should see where you are, it will make us purer…” e said, wrapping his arms about her. “I am not afraid of him you know, and I need you to know that. I will love you regardless. I always have…”
Polly felt like he was looking at her and Oscar in the car now. She touched her breast through her sheer blouse, as if she were him.
“There is nothing to start again,” she whispered. “I could have gotten out of this, right before the sale too? But I am here.”
Oscar looked at her softly.
“I know.”
Polly looked out of the window. She did not want her own estrangement to be as painful as Alice’s. Alice’s break from Fiona, had her questioning everything and she talked to her about it ad nauseum. She and Alice were close friends as well as colleagues forever, so she listened. Listened to Alice so she would not be tempted to talk about Oscar…Oscar looking the way he looked beside her. The last time they were in a limo together…
She closed her eyes. A tear escaped to just the top of her cheek, and she rubbed it away just as quickly as it had arrived there.
Her past was far too close and tempting…
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limo interior via wikipedia
Nichy was at the point where did not want to come anymore. It felt so good when she was about to come, that she felt like she could do it over and over again. But then after she had come three times–third time being the charm!!!–she was not ready to come again.Her thong was drenched, and inside her purse. She had placed it there because she felt better without it on, than she had with it on.
Gavin took her hand and held her as her thighs quivered, while she took it off. He had suggested that they leave, and go to Renee’s place which was not that far from the bar.
“Just for a nightcap, you guys have worn me out.” Nichy insisted.
Gavin raised an eyebrow at her.
“Really?”
“Really!” Nichy smiled.
Naked beneath her dress, she still was a wet mess and was pretty sure that Gavin knew she was not being completely honest. He pulled her close to him, his hand just against her backside. To prevent a Marilyn Monroe moment that would really scandalize the passerbys.
They walked in companionable silence, holding hands.
“You know Nichy, you are the reason why Renee and I getting married. If we had not been so curious about each other because we were both involved with you…we never would have gotten close…”
“So I should be thankful that the two of you are together because of me?” she asked, with more than a hint of sarcasm.
“Well you are with Tyler now…” Gavin answered, and she sensed something in his voice that she knew she had put there and that she could not deny he had the right to feel.
“I love you, you know. I really love you, and I am happy if you are happy…” she finally said after a couple of blocks.
Gavin stopped, and looked at her.
“I love you too Nichy, I will always love you…”
And then, on a closed street–a historical block that looked nothing like the other streets around it with its cobblestone and French flair. Gavin pressed her to the wall, and looked in her eyes. The moon as ever was clever, and illuminated just their eyes like masks of light. He pressed his lips to her forehead and temple, the tip of her nose, her cheek and then finally kissed her mouth. His kiss was not lustful, but filled with love. There was so much love it made her heart quiver, like her thighs had earlier. She caressed his neck and held his hip, deepening their kiss.
A flash of light from above, revealed a woman looking out of her window. Nichy did not move her lips from Gavin’s as the older woman looked down at them. The woman smiled,
“Oh love!” she cried, and turned off her light.
Nichy closed her eyes, and continued to kiss Gavin. That woman had no idea about their brand of love…
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mask via wikipedia
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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