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Masturbation Monday No. 62

“Theodora was amazing, but you were still our first choice Nichy…but I am respectful of your feelings…”

Renee cornered Nichy in the morning by the water cooler, and for a moment, Nichy wished she had gone home with Renee, Theodora and Tyler. She tilted her cup of coffee in her hand unconsciously in response, to the way that she leaned toward Renee.

Nichy had come into work late that morning. She had woken up with a desire so heavy that she reached down between her legs, before her eyes were open. She was not surprised that she was already wet, because she had dreamt that she was about to masturbate. In her dream, she was on her knees crawling to a mirror so she could watch herself frig her herself hard and play with her breasts.

But she woke up, and the only variation in her plan therafter was there was not a mirror as she frigged herself hard. Her clitoris felt like a tight rosebud, but it got wet quickly and she arched off of the bed as she came. The corner of the sheet was adhesived between her legs, with her own come.

If she had left with Renee and Tyler, at least she would have gotten fucked and not have had the hits and misses she had the night before with Gavin and Graham.

While her mind wandered with the thoughts of what could have been, she was surrounded by the sweet, heady fragrance that Renee wore. Over Renee’s shoulder, she saw Gavin.

He walked over to them.

“Coffee,” he said as if asked, and looked at Nichy. “Renee, Nichy…”

Renee smiled at Nichy, and walked away. Nichy wanted to tell her that she did not have to go, but Renee had already walked far away from them.

“I really wish you had stayed last night Nichy…” Gavin began.

“I really wish you would have told me why…you know…”
Nichy folded her arms across her chest, and stared at Gavin defiantly.

Aside from the fact that he had been carrying a gun and would not tell her why, she resented that he acted like that was a normal thing to do.

Gavin ran his hand over his head.

“I told you Nichy, It was just something I felt like I needed. I needed you last night too.”

Nichy hated that she felt that sweet tightness all along her clit when he said that.

“You know what Gavin?” she started and looked at him. “You do not have to tell me. Don’t tell me a thing!”
Nichy was wound up when she walked away from Gavin in more ways than one. She went to the bathroom just before lunch to ease her heavy desire. One hand on the window sill, she looked at the graffiti heart outside of the window. The heart blurred the closer she came to coming. She closed her eyes when the pleasure became too much to bear, her hips undulated beneath her fingers.

For now this was the safest way for her to express desire. Graham had gotten mad at her when even after he kissed her she still asked him a ton of questions. Being alone made her much more aware of what she wanted, and what she did not want. Graham cold not overpower her with his usual tactics anymore and left. Gavin withholding was a deal breaker, and Graham could never love her the way she needed to be loved. The heart was still blurry outside of the window, after she came. Nichy was happy at least some of her tension was relived.

For the moment.

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blurry graffii heart photo by f dot leonora

Sinful Sunday,Week 239: Splendor in the Grass

I went to the Museum of Sex to see their newest exhibitions, and took pictures of myself participating in their Splendor in the Grass exhibit…read the signs!!!

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My Sexy Saturday — While You Were Sexy…

I think suits are sexy–as I have written about here and here. This excerpt from my story, “The Story Begins,” was written for Lelo’s blog Volonté. Here are seven paragraphs that detail things that I find sexy: tuxedos, little black (vintage) dresses and masks…*fans*

The part that was the strangest to her was that she had not seen his eyes. That was uncharted territory for her…

The theme for the cocktail party was masquerade. Odile had one of her many little black dresses, topped with a decadent black mask that she got at a vintage shop. A man wearing a tuxedo without the bowtie, and a gorgeous mask that covered two thirds of his face appeared next to her.

What she saw made her want to see more of him.

They were standing near the bar, where she admired the way the tuxedo accentuated his body. She was surprised that she felt herself get wet, startled because she did not recognize it at first. Not until the first bit of gin filled her chest. His elbow brushed hers, and she felt their contact zing through her entire body. He looked at her briefly, and although her cocktail dress provided more décolletage than she would show during the day, it was not that provocative. But when the masked gentleman looked at her and she saw his eyes linger in the direction of the swell of her bust with her peripheral vision, she felt completely nude.

She carried her gin and tonic with lime to a corner where she planned to play the wallflower she usually was and sip her drink slowly. The masked gentleman cornered her and instead of feeling like prey, she felt herself grow wetter. He had gotten her wet when she did not even know what his eyes looked like. When she did not even know what his face looked like.

He smelled of cigarette smoke and gin. She smiled out of nervousness, but it sufficed for a greeting. His lips moved in what could be construed as a smile, as he took a sip of his drink.

“I want to tell you a story…” (You can read the entire story here)

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masked woman via volonté

Wicked Wednesday #179 — Happy Place

He and Eliza were in a happy place, Rafe could still smell her on his skin. He had just held her face, and kissed her thoroughly before he left her. This time, he did not make a mistake, and let her know that he was going to see Severine.

“That was the reason why I left before,” Eliza had said, holding onto his collar as she kissed his neck and throat. “Not because you were with Sandrine, because we opened us…but because you did not tell me…”

Rafe closed his eyes, and kissed Eliza’s forehead in his memory again. Severine was in New York, and if nothing else she was still a friend, and he wanted to see her. He was going to tell her that things were going well with Eliza.

He had not been with another woman recently, except for Fiona. It was the three of them a lot. Fiona told him that she was very happy that he and Eliza had made amends.

“You seem stronger than ever, more in love than ever,” Fiona said to him, when Eliza was out of earshot. “Don’t forget what shit you looked like without her.”

Tugging on his coat, Rafe noted he was blocks away from the cafe where he was meeting Severine.

When he saw her.

Sandrine looked at him like he had stabbed her in the heart. Her eyes were cold, nothing like the warm brown he had known of them. The warm brown that burned like a dark flame when they made love. The abyss that he looked at now froze him in place.

She walked toward him, and then away.

“Sandrine…”

He reached for her, but her arm flailed out at him. Her manicured nails snagged on his jacket, and broke his skin where it was bare. Rafe did not even register the bite of her nails into his flesh. It was the look on her face.

“I know everything that is going on Rafe. I know that you and Eliza are very happy, and that everything else was just a big joke for you!”

“Sandrine…”

He grabbed her forearm, as she went to hit him again. In her fury, she broke free from his light hold and she set on him like a wildcat. She clawed at him wherever she could, Rafe was so startled that he remained still until she retreated. Her eyes were red, she looked like a monster. But the anguish on her face, the way that her eyes had softened with her pain…she pounded her fists on his chest exhaustedly, until he held her to him.

He pressed his chin on top of her head, and held her close to him. Her body heaved with tears, that he had not seen or felt from her since she was younger and they were together.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you, Sandrine.”

She heaved all the more, and all he could do was hold her. He was scared and guilty, as he rocked her softly. He closed his eyes and when he opened them, he saw Severine’s face pressed to the window of the cafe. He could not read her face, but he could read Eliza’s.

Rafe had told Eliza where he was meeting Severine, and now she looked at him with Sandrine in his arms.

Even with Sandrine’s bloodied fingers, the look in Eliza’s eyes made Sandrine’s earlier look warm.

Severine walked out of the cafe, and stood next to Eliza.

Rafe was still, except for Sandrine heaving like a heartbeat.

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bloodied fingers via wikipedia

Sticky Note No. 11

I write this note awhile ago, but I do not remember what my inspiration was!

she held the pearls between her lips as she pulled up her hair into a neat bun. the pearls were smooth and round on her tongue, as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. The pearls were all she wore, and the way she looked she did not need much more. she was perfectly scented, perfectly moisturized, she looked perfect. for now. later there might be a mess of mascara, or drool from the corner of her mouth or other indicators of disarray. and the pearls would be around her neck.

Masturbation Monday No. 61

Was it because he had the gun on him, or was it because she had wanted him for such a long time already? Nichy was not sure. Gavin had kissed her, and pulled her against him as soon as they got in his apartment.

Waking up beside him had made her wish that they could have had sex right that morning, but she still felt some guilt because she had given into Graham so easily the night before.

Because she would always give into him easily…

But beside Gavin, the feeling of his skin next to hers and his scent was all-consuming. She grabbed him as he backed her into the wall, and they knocked over a small table that was there. Gavin was unaffected, as he continued kissing her.

Trying her luck, Nichy reached inside his jacket again, hoping that he would just admit that he had the gun and why.

He took her both of her hands in his.

“Nichy…”

“Just tell me, just tell me…” she breathed, resisting his hold.

Gavin kissed both of her knuckles, as he raised them to his lips.

“I can’t tell you Nichy, I can’t.”
He let her hands drop, and took the gun out. He did not point it at her, so she was not scared. She had never been afraid of guns, even though she had been close to them on so many occasions.

“Then I can’t Gavin, I really can’t.”

Nichy turned away from him, and he kissed the back of her neck.

“Nichy, I need it. Lots of people have guns. It is legal.”

She turned around to look at him.

“Are you serious? You think you are going to pull a gun out on me…”
“I did not pull a gun out on you.”
“Pull out a gun, and I am going to fuck you?”

“I thought that you did want to fuck me.”

She did, but she was not going to let him get off that easily. In the cab, and coming into the building, she had been scared to death of him.

“I am going home,” she said finally, turning around. Nichy knew he was not going to shoot her, but she also knew that she had enough men in her life with shady backgrounds that she was not going to let it happen to her again if she could help it.

She left the apartment. When she got off of the elevator, the doorman still smiled at her. Not in a knowing way at all, as he hailed a cab for her. Nichy sank into its plush seat. Her body literally hummed with sexual frustration.

She turned her phone off, even though she saw she had a missed message from Gavin. When she walked in, she could feel Graham.

Nichy never needed to see Graham to know what he was there.

“Nusch?”

She was quiet as she took off her coat. When he called her by his nickname for her, he got to her. But she was not in the mood for him to break her down. Even though she knew he would, because he always did. But she did not have to be so easy.

“Nusch…”

She took a deep breath and looked at him. In less than one hour, she was pressed against a wall by another man.

“You’re back,” she said quietly.

He kissed her, he knew when that was all he had to do. Her body hummed with tension, as Graham pressed her to him.

“I was waiting for you,” he said.

Nichy wondered if she had been waiting for him too why it was so easy to leave Gavin—gun or no gun—as she pressed her body to Graham’s…

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waning moon via wikipedia

Sinful Sunday, Week 238: Rush Hour

I heart New York, because we have ice cream on the trains during rush hour!

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Masturbation Monday No. 60

Tortoiseshell glasses name was Theodora, Nichy found out when Theodora sat down at the table with them. She pushed her tortoiseshell frames up into her hair, and smiled at her. Renee put her hand on Theodora’s thigh, and looked at Nichy. At first she had noticed tortoiseshell–Theodora–because she was very pretty and alone. It seemed like she was waiting for someone. But then Nichy went to the bathroom, and Renee came in, in what was a like a dream proposition now because she and Tyler were all over Theodora.

Not that Nichy wanted it. She still wondered how long it was going to be almost with Gavin. Almost never quite…She never imagined that they would even get this far when she used to have to masturbate in the bathroom at work just to take off the edge, because she wanted him so much.

With Theodora so close to her, she saw something familiar about her. Nichy was not sure, but she felt that she had seen her before? Not a deep friendship, but once or twice maybe?

Though she could not remember if recently, or before.

Theodora exuded the type of sensuality that even when she was sitting and it was really Renee and Tyler who were trying to seduce her, it looked like she was being served. She had that air.

Where had she seen her before, Nichy wondered…as she picked up her drink and drained the suggestion of ice water that had melted in the glass. Theodora had clearly had a little too much to drink, but she was still rich in sensual grace. Her slit eyelids had a feline quality as she looked around her.

They all had had too much to drink. Gavin had probably imbibed the least of all of them.

“Want to go home?” he whispered to her.

His warm breath caressed her cheek.

“Let’s go to your place,” she said, pressing her lips to his sleeve.

Nichy saw that he smiled out of the the corner of her eyes. She wanted to be safe for a moment. After all of this time where she had been careful about being discovered, and now she had been abducted and held at empty gunpoint. Going to Gavin’s seemed like a refuge, even though she knew that Graham knew where he lived.

They chose a cab, going home and there was a sense of deja vu for Nichy. She remembered before all of her recent diversions, being in the cab wanting to dry hump Gavin after the blackout when his cousin was going into labor. Now her hand was on his thigh, and he kissed her wherever his lips touched: her cheek, her hand, her neck–wherever.

She just wanted to feel safe, as she slipped her hand inside Gavin’s shirt. He sat up abruptly.

“Not in the cab,” he said quietly.

“Why not?”

Her hand strayed further under his shirt, though he pulled her hand away, and kissed every finger, sucked every finger.

It went straight to her clit.

But he had not moved her hand fast enough, and she felt the feeling of metal that she was all to familiar with. That she had rode between her legs with Graham…she knew that feeling.

She knew Gavin had a gun on him, that they had never been to his apartment before, that they already had pulled up in front of his building and she was not sure what she was going up into that apartment for. He had been so calm about Dorian, he had been oblivious about what happened with Graham…was this his response?

Her clit throbbed with desire and fear, as she walked out of the cab. Gavin walked behind her and jingled his keys.

“Come here,” he whispered, pulling her to him. His kiss was like fire–raged over her mouth, her throat and he kissed what was exposed of her breast in the street, his fingers searching for her under her dress as he pressed her to the wrought iron gate, just out of the view of the doorman.

“Not in the cab, but on the street?!” she laughed nervously, because she would have before but now she was intimidated.

Gavin pulled his hands away from her.

Kissed her without touching her.

“Let’s go upstairs…”

He put his hand on the small of her back, his hand lingered over her hip and backside as they walked into the apartment building. The doorman smiled at her, and some semblance of safety returned to her heart.

She was going upstairs with him, and she was not sure she was coming back down…

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Sinful Sunday, Week 237: (Extra) Bitter

this is a t shirt i love, that i got in san francisco from scharffen berger chocolate…
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Wicked Wednesday #177 — Two

It was the two of them in the bathroom. Eliza sat on the toilet with her panties up, and Rafe sat on the floor at her knees. His head was on her thigh, and she clutched his hair, and closed her eyes looking at the unopened pregnancy test.
She was nervous about telling him that she could be pregnant. They had always talked lightly and happily about having kids someday, but not that day. She was nervous would he be ready— she was not ready! Would he wonder if the baby was his since they had opened their relationship? It was open, but the only man that she had actually had sex with was him after she thought they were not going to be together anymore.
But it was Rafe at her feet, caressing her and letting her know he was there for her. Rafe was there when as she went to go open the pregnancy kit, and felt the unmistakable rush of her period start between her legs.
She was not pregnant, and right now she was very relieved because she was not ready to be a mother. Eliza thought of all of the things her mother had done for her, and knew she was not ready for that commitment just yet. Especially not when she had just spent her entire brunch first being afraid she was pregnant, and trying to act like she was not affected at all by seeing Oscar and Polly. She had dreaded encountering them at the auction house, but knew that she had to show face in front of Rafe and Fiona.
That was probably what made her sick.
Everything with Oscar was so intense, the way they met, falling in love with each other, him letting her go and almost making love with him despite it all after…She wandered around Paris after Shanghai to get over him. After everything it was Rafe who came to Paris for her. It was Rafe again when she was staying in the hotel after she ended it with him, and had believed that if she had left that she would not be back.
But he always came back for her, he always came looking for her. In the very beginning when they were first together and she wanted to run from him, she literally ran from him into the woods. Feeling like Sylvia Plath’s poem for her poet husband, Ted Hughes entitled “Pursuit,” she ran breathing hoarsely away from him deep into the woods.
He caught her.
“I got you, I will never let you go gypsy,” he kissed her forehead.
He used to call her a gypsy when they first got together.
Getting on his knees, he kissed her knees, and then her stomach.
“I love you,” she breathed heavily. Rafe continued to kiss her belly, her empty belly and for a moment she wished she was pregnant.
“It is still the two of us gypsy, the two of us like I always promised it would be…if it is meant to be more it will be someday…” Eliza was breathless when he said that to her because he had not called her that in a long time, it was if they were having the same memories. She looked down at his head as he continued to kiss her now trembling knees, trembling with the depth of her emotions for him.
The two of them were real.

woman dressed in gypsy costume via wikipedia

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