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My Sexy Saturday — Our Sexy Mystery

I am sharing with you this week, something sexy…but not so much of a mystery!!! This is an excerpt of my story, “Tools.”

‘You deserve a lot of things…’ Claude practically whispered.

They looked at each other, and Angelica moved back into the room. Claude followed her, and kicked the door closed behind him.

Angelica groaned when he backed her up against the edge of the bed. She fell onto it, her arms swinging up and pushing her massager further up the bed by the pillow. Claude knelt on the bed to take off his tool belt, before he straddled her.

‘Do you want to play?’ He asked, looking down at her.

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Wicked Wednesday #194 — Shoes

Rafe watched Eliza lift her foot up to take off her Louboutins. He stared at the red blur beneath her ass, and he walked up behind her. She almost lost her balance, but he held her arms.

Standing impressively on one foot, she leaned into him.

She knew he had her.

He looked at her face in the mirror. Her sheer bralette was like she was not wearing a bra at all, and he saw her nipples were hard. She put her foot down, and stepped on his foot which he barely felt as he unsnapped her bra. The cups of her bra rolled up, and her breasts were exposed underneath.

Rafe had wanted to fuck her for a very long time, and now he was about to. He wanted her because she was his. He wanted her because she was amazing to him.

He would have had sex with her in the lingerie shop, if she had not walked out and saw Margaux. It was odd to see Margaux in that place while he was having an amorous afternoon with Eliza. But he did like seeing the two of them together, especially with Eliza being so gracious.

Gracious in a way that he had not been able to return the favor. At least not with Oscar…

Just thinking about Oscar, made him cup Eliza’s breast with fierce possession. It was not like he owned her, but it was like if she was his for the moment he had to seize her.

Eliza reached behind her, and grabbed his thighs. He stumbled on her heels as he walked her to the full-length mirror, his palm still cupping her breast and kissed her neck. Thinking about Oscar kissing her there—or anywhere—made him suck on the soft skin of her neck.

Rafe wished that he did not feel so possessive about her, that he could practice the same hospitality and graciousness that Eliza had when she was with Margaux. But it was hard for him to do so. He kissed her neck, and then met her eyes in the mirror. Eliza kicked the shoe that she had kicked toward the mirror, and pressed her hands on the glass. She had not put her panties on since they had been in the store. Her thighs were wet and quivered with a matching need for him, as he moved his fingers back and forth between her legs. She rode his fingers as he did, until he could not wait anymore for her.

To be inside her.

He never stopped looking at her, as he pounded in and out of her. Eliza liked it rough, and he could not be anything but rough now because he was so desperate for her. So desperate to keep a connection with her.

Neither of them stopped looking at the other as they came undone. Eliza pounded the glass so hard, he was afraid that she would break it. Rafe reached for her hand, and that simple touch made her shake with desire. She gasped for breath while looking at him, until she slacked and pressed her cheek to the glass.

They stayed like that for a long time, until Rafe touched the glass above her hands. Eliza straightened. Her breasts swayed and her skirt was up over her hips, as she bent to pick up her shoes and put them where they belonged…

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louboutins via wikipedia

A Bit of Filth: A Combination of Three Sexy Memes

Nichy did not have anything to hide about the nights that she had shared with Renee, but she was not expecting how obvious it would be to other people. At work, even though Renee promised she had not told Tyler…he suspected something was up.

“What is it with you girls?” he questioned.

Renee smiled at her, and Nichy licked her lips.

“What?” Renee asked, as he looked between the two of them. His eyes lingered over their practically conjoined closeness at the cafe where they had lunch.

Nichy looked down, not understanding how she had gone from zero to infinity sex-wise. She missed Gavin, but outside of a committed relationship, she felt like the world was her oyster.

Tyler continued to study them throughout lunch, but she and Renee just smiled.

Practically on fire, Nichy went to the ladies room not long after she got back to the office and unlike with Gavin, Renee could come with her. Literally.

In the bathroom, they took turns playing with each other. Renee pulled up her dress–she never wore underwear–and Nichy kissed her as she played with Renee’s clit. At the same time, she watched Renee’s ass reflected in the bathroom mirror. Suddenly, there was a click at the bathroom door, Renee pulled down her dress but not before Nichy gave her a smart spank.

“I will take care of you later…” Renee mouthed in the bathroom mirror, and Nichy read her lips perfectly.

Renee’s apartment was like a retro opium den. Its decor was of the most sumptuous and decadent colors and fabrics, and it had the warm scent of patchouli. And a sweet musk that Nichy was not sure of it was from the candle, or Renee.

Nichy twisted practically half off of the bed when Renee ate her out. It was worth it not to have come at work, so she could be that much more made to get off. Renee slapped her backside, and grabbed her hips to make her stop squirming off of the bed.

But Nichy could not help herself.

The doorbell buzzed.

Renee thought it was the food she had ordered, no cooking with of them so down to fuck that they did not even wait before getting in bed. But it was Tyler.

“Can I come up?”

“Sure,” Renee looked at Nichy. “Nichy is here.”

The women scrambled to put themselves together before he came up.

When Tyler opened the door, he smiled. He put his finger on Renee’s bare stomach.

“You missed a button…”

Renee shrugged nonchalantly,

“Thanks.”

“You’re fucking!” Tyler exclaimed, instead of you’re welcome. He looked at Renee, but even longer at Nichy.

They said nothing as they let him in, and they all sat on the couch. Nichy’s body was still fevered with Renee’s touch, and when Tyler put his hand on Renee’s thigh she remembered seeing them in the bathroom stall.

“Since when?” he asked, looking at Renee’s thigh.

“Since when you do keep tabs on me?” Renee asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t babe, but you know I wanted to share this one…” He raised an eyebrow at Nichy. “Would you want to Nichy? I mean I came over her because I missed Renee, but double my pleasure you are both here! Can I watch maybe?”

Nichy put her hand on Renee’s thigh.

“Once I saw you and Renee in the bathroom stall, and I watched.” Nichy admitted sheepishly.

“You watched us?” Renee asked, turning to look at her.

Nichy nodded.

“And?” Tyler asked.

“It was really hot.”

Without any staging, or any directions, Nichy moved her hand up Renee’s thigh and kissed her. Tyler, looking polished in his suit, leaned back on the couch and loosened his tie. Renee pulled her dress up over her head, and naked, she undressed Nichy. Tangled together in a kiss, Tyler unbuckled his belt and removed his cufflinks. He coughed, and Nichy liked how he seemed nervous about how to proceed. She let her foot caress his thigh, as she straddled Renee.

“Would you like to join us?” she purred coquettishly.

Tyler nodded as he took off everything but his pants. That he did slowly like a striptease artist. Nichy gasped when she saw him completely naked, because she had never seen him naked before. He was beautiful, and she took his hand. He pushed her up against the wall, and pulled her hair like some sort of bondage hair holding as he kissed her. Nichy nearly swooned. He did not need to be coaxed anymore, he pulled her against him and her arms went about him.

In Renee’s bed that looked like something out of a harem, the scent of their encounter still rampant in the bedroom, Tyler offered them bits of filth like candy. They were all salivating for the primal intimacy their bodies were perfumed with. In a heaving heap of bodies, everyone of her holes ruminating with use and still…

Nichy wanted more as she caressed her breasts, and Tyler’s side.

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Sinful Sunday, Week 253: Red, Red Roses

redredroses

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My Sexy Saturday: My Sexy Valentine

My sexy valentine to you is coming via me and Kinkly…it’s a little dirty and “Better Than Chocolate!”

“I like it dirty.”

“You are a dirty girl,” Russ said, smacking her bottom.

He placed her on top of the counter, and Corinne wrapped her legs around him before they kissed.

Russ stood between her legs to kiss her. Corinne wrapped her arms about his neck. He pulled up her dress, and smacked her bottom again.

“You are very dirty,” he said to her.

Corinne half swooned as he swatted her bottom while he kissed her.

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1910 valentine via wikipedia

Wicked Wednesday #193: Ménage à trois

Eliza was going to make this work, because it had worked all along. It had worked before—they had worked before—she and Rafe before Margaux.

And they would work, the three of them.

She spilled champagne in her haste to get dressed in the lingerie shop and purchased the champagne-stained intimates, so they go out with Margaux. Rafe was still as an untouched meadow, and did not give any other indicators of his mood when they walked in an elegant gaggle toward the tiny bar nearby. Why act like she did not want a stronger drink?

Margaux walked next to her, and they all but held hands as if they were trying to prove they were making nice for Rafe’s sake. Rafe trailed behind them, and she was sure he like the view. Eliza was secretly smug, because Rafe’s fingers had just been so deep inside her that she had almost screamed.

As if she had not been loud enough…

“How is New York?” Eliza finally asked. If she was going to be Mrs. Stewart, she might as well start playing the hostess. Wasn’t that how they had met Margaux in the first place? Margaux’s sister Laure was always an amazing hostess.

“New York is not new to me, and I love it, but I love Paris. It is hard how to describe how it is to love two things art once…”
Margaux was silent as the mannequins in the windows of the stores they walked past suddenly. Eliza knew that was a slip of her tongue—at least she would like to believe it, was because she was trying to be the adult here in this chaste mènage á trois.

She was trying so hard, even as she was still heavy with Rafe’s touch deep inside of her.

“I love Paris too…” Eliza said, proud of her own save. “Rafe and I have been there together, and I have been there by myself as well…”

Wistful thoughts of her time in Paris with Oscar and Adrien came to her mind…Oscar…Adrien…And then she looked at Margaux, and Margaux returned her gaze tentatively. Eliza saw so much of herself in the other woman’s eyes, and nothing at all at the same time. Her fingers grazed Margaux’s, and she took her hand in hers. Finger by finger.

She was going to make this work…

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photo: Édouard Boubat, Paris, France, 1948

Masturbation Monday No. 75

“Please go Graham, please! Renee…” Nichy stared at Graham. “Please Graham.”

Graham licked her fingers a bit more, then chuckled as he moved back.

“You do not call the shots here, I plan on taking back what belongs to me Nichy. You belong to me…”
“I belong to myself!”

“You seem to have forgotten that you were willing to let me do anything to you when I came back. I made you crawl on this floor, remember how roughly I pleasured you? You liked that, you wanted that and now you want me to leave? I will do whatever you ask Nusch, just tell me what you want…”
“Graham…”

She stood in front of him naked, and he let her know it. His eyes lingered over her body, and he moved closer to her. Nichy was ashamed, but she was so hot that she could not resist her lust.

“What do you want Nusch?”
Nichy stared up at him, and Graham stepped back.

“I am going to be nice Nusch, I want to see you with your peach. I want to see what you do with her, I want you to bite into her and let the juice be all over your face. I want to see what you do with her so I can know what it is you want…”
“Graham…”

“I want to see…That is an order Nusch, you do not have a choice…”

“This is our first time together…”

“I know, I saw…”
Nichy felt her body on fire again.

Of course he would know, of course he was watching her. She knew what he was capable of, and that was why she ran away from him in the first place…but he found her and she was going to have to deal.

“When that luscious peach of yours comes back, you are going to do it for me. Everything for me…is that clear? I will be watching…”

He stared at her, and then he disappeared like a ghost.

Nichy shivered when the door opened later.

It was Renee with a bag in her hand from the sushi place nearby. Renee placed the bag by the door, and immediately took off her cocktail dress.

“I was going to cook for you Nich, but I rather fuck…you…”

Nichy relished being on the bottom of their sixty-nine. She parted Renee’s buttocks, kissing and licking her unable to forget Graham’s reference to her as her peach. Renee really did seem like a peach, and the way that she was pleasuring her in return made her feel like lava was flowing from her. The cacophony created from the mixture of their moans and cries, was the sweetest sound she ever heard.

But Nichy knew that she was doing it for Graham. She was showing off and really getting into it for Graham, because she knew what somehow he was watching and that he would see and she could not do anything less than to give it her all for him.

The couch was damp under them, but they sat on top of it tangled and kissing.

It was a good thing that sushi did not get cold…

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peaches via wikipedia

Sinful Sunday, Week 252: Formation A

formation a

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My Sexy Saturday: A Sexy Encounter

This past Sunday, I was my friend Ivy O’Hara’s guest blogger (yesterday she was mine!). I was nervous to be her guest because she is an enviably good writer! But she liked my story, “Hot Chocolate” . I guess I love writing about chocolate–I also wrote “Chocolate Covered” for Chemical Sex…want some chocolate?!

Adrienne smiled, and sipped her hot chocolate. Feeling like she was kissing the chocolate again, now she wondered what this man’s lips would feel like against hers instead. She did not know his name yet.

He stared at her lips, which she licked. He looked at her breaking the rules, for how long he should look into her eyes.

Her temples dampened as she continued to drink the hot chocolate, and to drink in her new companion’s appearance. He continued to study her lips, as she licked them. Studied them as she licked the homemade whipped cream with the tip of her tongue, before added it liberally to top her chocolate.

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hot chocolate via wikipedia

Wicked Wednesday #192 — Advert

The part that was the hardest was that she was not looking for them. Margaux was shopping in an exclusive intimates boutique, but she was not expecting to see them.

First she saw Eliza. Eliza was beautiful. Out of the corner of her eye, Margaux could see her own reflection that she knew looked like vintage Hollywood. But she was focused on Eliza, who even dressed casually was modelesque.

Rafe walked in behind her. His hand on her shoulder and her hip, and his lips pressed to the nape of her neck.

They looked like an advertisement. Rafe flopped into a plush black velvet chair, while Eliza walked around picking up things. She juggled a glass of champagne that she was handed, and delicate lace and silk pieces that she picked up.

Margaux had no intention of walking out of the dressing room, going through those curtains until Eliza and Rafe left. She pulled her hair back, and pulled her face back from the curtains as Eliza walked toward the dressing rooms. Once she was behind the curtain, Margaux heard thumping as Eliza moved about.

Then silence.

When she heard Rafe’s voice, she became breathless. It was surreal.

“How do you think this looks?” Eliza whispered.

Margaux could imagine her holding up the piece for his approval, or maybe she was wearing it?

Rafe’s voice was heavy and inaudible to her, when he answered Eliza.

Silence.

Then the sound of kissing like running water.

Constant.

Thumping against the wall…Were they making love?

Margaux put her clothes back on, and bundled up all of her unpurchased undergarments like a bouquet.

She burst through the curtains, picked up her champagne glass which she left on the table. As she walked away, she smiled at the sales clerk.

“Nothing today?” the clerk asked with a smile.
Margaux shook her head, and smiled back.