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Masturbation Monday No. 37

The next day, Nichy could not get herself up out of bed. She called in sick because she really did feel it, even though she knew that her sickness was not physical.

Every time she thought about almost kissing Gavin, she felt physically ill.

So she tried not think about it.

She lie in bed, her fingers drilling deep inside of her because she kept thinking about what would have happened if they had kissed. What more could have happened…

Between her legs was sticky wet, and she circled even around her labia with her pre-come. The sheets stuck there were adhesived at the juncture of her thighs with her wetness, as she caressed her breasts to get aroused to make herself come again. The second time she came, she bit into her forearm. 

Hard.

The third time was of course the charm, and after the third time she came she got out of bed.

She plucked around her apartment–nude–because she was afraid that she would come from the friction of even her thong between her legs and she had worn herself out with solo sex. Her body still craved release though, and she made an appointment for a massage. It would work some of the tension out of her at least, she thought.

Hilda, her usual masseuse took one look at her and Nichy looked away. Hilda had a knack for knowing when there was something wrong with her. Especially when lulled under the sweetness of Hilda’s touch, she pined over Gavin during many of their recent sessions.

“The guy?” Hilda asked.

Nichy shrugged, she did not want to talk about it. Hilda squeezed her shoulders with understanding, and then went about her business.

On her belly, Nichy felt the sheets underneath her and felt herself get aroused like she had in bed that morning. She was soaking wet again, and when she got up from the table she knew there would be a damp spot. Hilda did not touch her in a sexual way at all, but Nichy craved the attention on her body so bad that it made her come swiftly.

Hilda had not intended a happy ending for her, but she also did not ask questions.

She squeezed the small of Nichy’s back when she was done.

“It is not the first time for me here, it just means you got very relaxed.”

Nichy looked at her for a moment, then smiled awkwardly. What else could she do?

She decided after to go to the bar down the street from her apartment. After two lovely glasses of Riesling, she saw the sun was starting to set. And in a rush of deja vu, Gavin walked past her window like he often did at the bar by her job. He spotted her, and walked in.

Nichy got aroused again, and she really had made herself tired from coming all day. 

Mentally.

Her body responded to Gavin in the usual way, as he walked over to her table.

“Are you okay?” he asked her.

Her sip of Riesling was so tense, she almost bit the glass as she did.

“Yes,”

The waiter walked over, and handed Gavin a menu.

“I have never seen you here before,” she said as she swallowed.

“I was looking for you.”

Nichy looked down.

“About yesterday…” she started, not looking up at him

Gavin raised his hand and the waiter came over with the check. He took it, and even though Nichy tried to protest, he shoved his card in.

“I don’t want to talk about last night Nichy,” he said suddenly out of breath. “I want to kiss you.”

Flushed as if she was in the middle of the desert, Nichy’s body responded to his desire with its own.

She watched him sign the check, everything happening as if it was happening to someone else.

“Can I walk you home?”

Nichy nodded.

Both of them were panting, as they walked the not even a block to get to her apartment building. 

“What happened to your arm?” he asked.

“I bit myself.”

Nichy looked down at the bandage that she had forgotten she placed there.

When she opened her door, Gavin took her arm and licked where the bandage was. 

Kissed it.

“To make it better,” he said. He pulled her into him, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He lifted his head. “Now to make me feel better.”

He kissed her soft at first. Timidly. But then he kissed her until when they pulled away, she was breathless. His hands were in her hair caressing her scalp, as he looked into her eyes when she opened them. He kissed her again, and she pulled him close dragging her tongue along the inside of his neck. Nibbling it, in difference to the way she had bitten herself.

Gavin pulled her close, his hand still in her hair and kissed her temple which she felt pulsing like a trapped butterfly.

He moved away from her, and she swayed toward him.

“I am not going to come upstairs with you. But I needed to kiss you…to start…”

“To start what?” Nichy smiled, caressing his stubbled cheek.

“I want to start dinner with you for one…”

He kissed her again, and she leaned back against the wall accidentally ringing someone’s bell. It was only fitting that she rang someone’s bell, because this appetizer to their dinner to be had rung her bell in the very best way…

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Kink of the Week, May 1-15 Face-sitting

“Where I am from? Why do you need to know?”

She looked at him, startled. It was like she had broken the moment. His hand loosened on her knee, and he sat back with a deep sigh.

“Forget I asked, ” she said spilling a little scotch on her thighs.

When she attempted to stand up, his hand tightened again on her knee.

“What?” she said standing up and he stood up with her, looked down at her and touched her trembling lower lip.

“I am right now, right here. Here with you.” His fingers on her lip felt the the tips of matches, and she get hot, very hot. Under her arms were moist with perspiration and desire. He looked into her eyes. “Where are you?”

“Here with you,” she said without delay.

“Let’s go back. Or do you want to leave with me?”

“Both,” she said. She raised her glass to sip her scotch, desperate to dampen her parched lips and swallowed before even a bit of scotch had gone between them.

She walked off the balcony with him, so lightheaded with desire it felt like people were circling around her like the end of Ring Around the Rosie. She felt his hand strong on the small of her back, keeping her erect.

Their friends and colleagues voices and faces were disembodied, as she was blind and deaf to everything but him. It was like she had drunk too much which she had not, she was only intoxicated with him.

He slipped her shawl about her shoulders, and his hand burned through it like the sun on naked skin as they descended into the night. The moon sobered her, and she began to walk upright and with purpose.

Pauline’s memories were soft as she remembered the first time she and Henry…she had walked onto the balcony with him. What they shared there reminded her of Baudelaire’s poem, The Balcony. Alone with him in bed, was where the summit of their passion was reached. Each of them concerned with the other’s passion more than their own she had felt. The way he worshipped first her labia and then her anus, Pauline shivered from head to toe with the pleasure he bestowed upon her. His mouth described love that she was not sure he could say another way. his kisses were open and honest in a way she felt no one had ever been with her. Her thrusts against his face, were her acknowledgment of his love and desire. As much as she wanted to just say it was the sensation that was driving her. His lips soft on her ass and her breasts in his hands, Pauline shook from impact of her orgasm. Henry caressed her hips and cheeks to soothe her.

When she opened her eyes and the lights spun about her because she had closed them so tight, she fell forward and kissed his shaft just once. She was too drowsy with desire to reciprocate, as still he kissed her ass in homage. His tongue moved in thick strokes about her cheeks, painting her thickly with lust. 

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Wicked Wednesday #154 — Lists

Going to France was often Sandrine’s escape from the world, but this time it was not.

She had gone to Paris to stay with her family to escape the things she had set into motion in New York. Her children liked going to Paris anyway, and it had been a long time. Plus she loved to see her mother, who knew right away that she was running from something. Sandrine watched her mother give her children warm hugs, and almost sunk into her own hug when she was in her mother’s arms and her mother caressed her back softly like she had when she was a little girl. Nothing was said, and she was not sure she would tell her mother anything. Among her sacred lists like commandments, was not to do things that she thought would make her mother feel ashamed of her.

She had done something she was not sure her mother would not be ashamed of…

Sitting alone in a favorite cafe with her coffee, she fiddled with the piece of chocolate that was placed on her plate. She wore her dark shades that reminded her of the iconic kind that Jackie O wore.

She was no Jackie O.

Her phone vibrated on the table nonstop. She knew she could set it to silence, but she liked knowing exactly when he texted her. Knowing it was as urgent to him as it was to her, that at least it was not something disposable. How could it have been disposable, everything between them always stained her indelibly.

From the time she walked out on him in the bar, when she came to chastise him about possibly pushing Eliza into an open relationship Sandrine had messed up. It was not on her list per say, but it was among the things she never wanted to do. She had promised herself that she would not see Rafe alone again, because she was not sure that she would have control. It had always been so easy for him to seduce her. Sitting across from him that day, she believed in her accusations but she filled with emotion for him. Not love or lust, but caring. He looked lost and deeply affected by what she had said to him. When he came to her house days later, while she was alone and she opened the door to let him in. At the same time she opened the door to let him into her heart and her body, which she had sworn she would never do again. 

She and Marcus did not have a contract or anything like that, but the one thing in the lists of things they would not do to each other was to be involved with someone without telling the other person. Marcus wanted to to maybe become involved with Eliza, and he called her on set to let her know that he was thinking about it. Just because they could sleep with someone else did not mean it was random. 

He called her to let her know what he was thinking about with Eliza.

Her cell phone had fallen to the floor when Rafe captured her wrists with his hand, the memory stung her. Not that she had been planning to make a call, she just happened to have her phone in her hand. Rafe rubbed his thumb over the thick vein on the inside of her wrist, and Sandrine closed her eyes as she came undone. He knew all her hot spots from a long time ago. He kissed her along her jaw, and she panted.

“I wish I could do this to you just to show you that I can make you feel something still, and I am not the trash you think I am…” he had said to her, and when she opened her eyes and tears fell.

“I never meant to hurt you cheri,” she caressed his cheek, and whispered soft words to him in French like psalms to calm him.

He looked at her, his eyes dark with desire now and not rage. They kissed as the storm of their lust flashed across her eyes like lightning. Sandrine kissed his jaw, licked the length of his crisp shirt sleeve and sucked on his cufflink. Her tongue meandered slowly along the thick vein inside of his wrist.

She knew all of his hot spots, so when he pressed her to the wall, his mouth returning to her jaw and had his way with her she knew she had pushed him to it. Even with the wide open windows of her house and open drawn curtains, but could not resist fucking him. She had missed fucking him.

For a second, she tasted him on her lips, before she remembered she was in Paris. Sandrine picked up her phone. His first initial ‘R’ was like a brand on her phone, in her e-mail and text messages.

She closed her mouth, and she could taste the metallic taste of his cufflink on her tongue sweetened with his essence. Paris was not the refuge she sought, as she imagined him where he was not…
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Masturbation Monday No. 36

Third time is a charm.

Nichy slipped her foot out of her shoe. She was working as substitute librarian again, and Renee had decided to keep her company. Renee who was still talking about how much she missed Tyler, who would be back the following week and apparently missed her as well.

“See? How am I supposed to get any work done if he is going to send me pictures like this?”

Nichy scraped the rug with her toe as she looked at the screenshot of Tyler with his beautifully erect shaft in his hand. He rubbed the space between his belly button, and the tip of his penis while tugging at his balls. The next shot was of his stomach covered with his come, and apparently some had gotten onto the camera. There was a splotch from a glob of something on the screen.  

“He shot onto the screen, he said because he was so hot from thinking about me and he sent this to me and I can’t–”

Renee’s hand was on her thigh, sunk between her legs as she leaned into Nichy.

“There is a bathroom here, right?”

Nichy nodded as she watched Renee sashay through past her desk, and disappear to where the bathrooms were. She was pretty sure Renee would not have cared if she knew that she and Gavin had seen her masturbating in her sleep…was she even sleeping Nichy wondered in retrospect.

“Stop daydreaming!”

The sound of Gavin’s voice made her breathless, she looked at him with a smile.

“I was not daydreaming,” she said crooking her finger so she could whisper to him, and pointed. “Renee’s in there.”

“Where?”

“In the bathroom, doing it again except this time she is definitely awake!”

Gavin stared at her, and Nichy was surprised he was not smiling. He looked terribly awkward, and stared into her eyes for longer than usual.

“She was keeping me company, and she got a sext from Tyler and…”

“I came to keep you company too, but I can’t deal with that again Nichy.”

“Well I don’t want to be in the middle of someone else’s sex life either! I feel frustrated, and I am not even getting any dick pics!”

Gavin stared at her, and she wished she could clamp her hand over her mouth. She should have known better than to talk about Renee, but it was something they had shared together.

“I’m sorry…I just…” 

Gavin leaned over the desk so his face was closer to hers. She got hot, and his body felt exceptionally warm as well.

“What are you sorry for?”

Nichy studied his face, she was not sure what he was thinking.

“For telling you about Renee, it is awkward…”

He moved his fingers across her lips.

“This is awkward Nichy.”

“I know…I’m…”

“Nichy…” 

He tilted his head to the side, she tilted hers to the side. It was the most awkward position ever, but they were going to kiss.

The door to the bathroom opened, and Nichy was startled.

“I feel so much better Nichy!” Renee looked at the two of them, with a weird smile on her face. “Hi Gavin,” she purred sounding sexy, post solo session in the bathroom.

“Renee,” he answered.

Nichy looked at them, and sucked on her bottom lip. She tasted the kiss that she had just missed. Would it have been so horrible if she had kissed Gavin, since she could still see Tyler’s ejaculate on the screen of the photo that Renee had showed her?

“I came to keep Nichy company, but if you are already here…”

“Stay Gavin, maybe you can tell me something about men…”

They were both going to stay, but for some reason this night a lot of people were in the library. Nichy ached when Gavin touched her hand and smiled.

“I’ll see you Nichy.”

She nodded. 

Renee was gone by then too, but she had hoped to be alone with Gavin eventually. To share an awkward or proper kiss. 

But she was not alone with him again until she was dreaming, and even then he did not kiss her. The sensation of her desire was so strong it wrapped about her like she wanted Gavin to, and she moved within it so wet she could barely get a grip on her clit to make herself come.

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Sinful Sunday, Week 213 — Oui

      

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Wicked Wednesday #153 — Dating

Eliza picked up a picture of Sandrine from the dresser table. She was incredibly young in the picture, probably around the time that she had met her when Sandrine was with Rafe. In this picture, she was alone. A little further back, she picked up a picture of Sandrine that was taken years later. In this picture, she was not alone, she was with Marcus who looked very young as well.

The apartment was filled with a soundtrack of Nick Drake, and the smell of food that Marcus was warming. It was just after midnight, and she was alone with her friend’s gorgeous husband and her equally gorgeous if not actor-gorgeous fiancé knew exactly where she was. Knew exactly what could happen while she was there.

Eliza was silent, as she walked to the kitchen.

Marcus turned around, as if he felt her walk into the room.

“How did you hear me?” she smiled.

“I have two kids, I have ultra senses as far as stuff like that is concerned. Sandrine and I both. Parents makes you almost superhuman!”

Eliza smiled and leaned her hip against the island in the center of the kitchen. Watching Marcus prepare just a salad to accompany the amazing smell that was in the kitchen, she observed the attention he gave to even the smallest details which awed her. 

“You are so surprised that I am good in the kitchen?” he looked up at her over chopped scallions.

“I haven’t tasted anything yet,” she teased.

Her teasing ended when she finished the meal with him, both of them sitting at the island.

“This was how I seduced Sandrine,” he smiled. “When I was a waiter and was not working like I am now, I used to cook for her. I remember I would bring her home all hours of the night after my shifts to cook for her. We would be in the subway, sometimes just the two of us and we could not keep our hands off of each other. I would feel her against me, her lips on mine and we practically had sex on the platform. Once there was a man lying on the ground. I am not sure if he was homeless or dead, we almost had sex in front of him but the train came. I think we would have had sex in the car, but there were people there so we didn’t.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

Tired of playing coy, Eliza put down her fork and looked at him. A long look that let him know that she was serious. She had told Rafe that she thought that Marcus was beautiful way before she would have been able to be in the situation she was in now. When Sandrine first started dating him, she had confessed that.

Marcus pulled on his undone tie, and looked at her with the same look. His face was equally as serious.

“Do you want me to seduce you Eliza?”

She continued to look at him.

“I don’t know.”

“Whatever you decide, they know we are both here. They know what we are capable of, if we want to.”

Eliza nodded and squeezed the petals of the flowers that the driver of the car had given her when she got in.

“I don’t know what I want…” she mused absently to herself not looking at him, and savoring the stickiness of the torn petal between her fingers.

“Do you want me?”

“What woman wouldn’t want you?” she questioned, the defined stickiness of the petal between her fingers making her think of the stickiness between her legs when he came off the set to see her and right now.

“Come here,” he said.

Eliza stayed still.

“Come.”

The second time he asked her, she walked over to him. Standing between his legs, and putting her sticky fingers on his shoulder, she looked in his eyes.

“You’re beautiful and Sandrine’s friend, and she told me not to pressure you. I would never pressure you. This is our first date, I am just happy to spend time with you.”

Eliza threw her arms about his neck, 

“I want you so much, it scares me.”

Marcus kissed the inside of her arm, her wrist and her hand. His lips lingered there, before he looked up at her.

“Don’t be afraid, I want everything you want. I waited this long, I am not rushing this. You. I want you to burn with desire for me before I even touch you. I want you to want it so bad it consumes you. I want to consume you like this meal we shared. I want to share something special with you.”

Eliza was sure she blushed from head to toe with the feeling of his lips on her skin, and the warmth of his words.

She was already starting to burn.
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Masturbation Monday No. 35

Renee twirled her e-cigarette nervously between her fingers, Nichy watched her.

“I realized that my blouse was buttoned wrong, and you said nothing about it. You are really a lady,” Renee closed her eyes as she inhaled to punctuate her statement.

Nichy remembered the visual of Gavin’s text to her that ended “my lady.” He had called her a lady, and she guessed that she was since Renee had reiterated it. The two women had gone out for coffee after work, because Renee wanted to talk about Tyler.

“He makes me want it so bad, I barely made it through the day. I got up to masturbate more than I went to the bathroom. I needed to touch the part of my cunt where I usually feel him when we are fucking. Just that sweet part of my clit that he hits or rubs…Just talking about it, I want to touch myself.” Renee paused and crossed and uncrossed her legs. She inhaled again.

Nichy remembered seeing them at the bar in the bathroom, and prayed that Renee would not make that connection. That image had stayed with her, and she fell asleep that night with her hand cupping her own breast and imagining that Gavin was the one cupping it. The need to cross and uncross her own legs was prevalent, but she did not want Renee to think she was mimicking her to make fun of her.

Renee pulled at her short skirt, and then rested her hand on the inside of her thigh. Nichy watched her as she twirled her e-cigarette and absently caressed the top of her thigh, her hand creeping up until it was just under her skirt.

“It’s like I am addicted to fucking him!” Renee exhaled roughly. “I cannot stop thinking about fucking him, it feels like he is fucking me when he is not!”

Nichy finally crossed her legs, and right then noticed Gavin at the bar. He was getting coffee, and she looked at him until Renee turned and saw him.

“Gavin!” Renee yelled, and then turned back to Nichy. “If he comes over here, at least I will fucking stop talking about fucking Tyler!”

Nichy smiled weakly, maybe Renee would be distracted but she would not. Gavin walked over. The sight of his suspenders made her heart race as much as it had when she saw him in the office, as it did now.

“I did not see you ladies!” he said, and sat down beside Nichy on the couch. She had picked up her bag so he could, and the feeling of his thigh against hers made her cross her legs again.

“Nichy saw you first, so I followed her eyes…”

Renee picked up her coffee, and complained it was cold. 

“Do you guys want to come to my place? I definitely have something hot there!”

Nichy looked at Gavin, who picked up his cup.

“Why not?” he said.

“Good,” Renee breathed as she stood up. “I do not want to be alone tonight.”

In a small space of time, Nichy was sitting on Renee’s couch next to Gavin. Renee brought her cold coffee to her apartment. But she drank so much scotch while she gossiped about the office, that she fell asleep on the couch knocking over a carton of sweet and sour pork. Some of the sweet and sour sauce dripped over her knee slowly. 

Nichy reached over and picked up the container, using chopsticks to pick up a piece of pork. 

“Let me have some too,” Gavin said. She looked at him before picking up a piece of pork to feed him. They ate the sweet and sour pork like that, until they were interrupted unceremoniously by snoring. Renee’s mouth was parted as she gently snored. Nichy looked at Gavin, and laughed. 

“I do not want to wake her up,” Nichy said.

“She’ll get up,” Gavin said leaning back on the couch, and stretching out his long legs on the table.

Nichy saw that Renee clutched her thigh while she slept, and the same as in the coffee shop she watched her hand drift up her thigh. But asleep, Renee had no filter. Her hand went right under her skirt, and her snores turned into moans. Gavin looked like he was going to sleep himself, but those moans made him fully awake.

Her moans were not as gentle as her snores, and their breathing quickened in conjunction.

“Come on,” Nichy said and took Gavin’s hand. “Let’s pretend to wash some dishes.”

Gavin nodded as he watched Renee’s hips move. Nichy could not stop looking at her either until they were in the kitchen. Holding the scotch, Gavin picked up the glasses and poured some out for the two of them. 

Nichy took her glass from him, and they clinked. She needed something. Renee had completely saturated her evening with sex. She picked up the chopsticks, and started to eat more sweet and sour pork.

“Do you want any?”

Gavin shook his head, and poured more scotch for himself.

“Hey, I can do the dishes. You guys are so sweet!” Renee padded barefoot past them, and preceded to wash the tiny bit of dishes. 

Nichy and Gavin kept looking at each other. 

“Why are you guys so quiet?” Renee said over the running water.

“Well you fell asleep!” Nichy said, and Gavin laughed to back her up.

“Sorry I was a bad hostess!”

They all laughed, and it was as if they were just that thankful she was not still fucking herself that they gossiped again.

Nichy was restless, her own lust had reached its peak. She couldn’t stop thinking about if she was Renee, and Gavin was Tyler. Would she be as addicted to him? Well she had already fucked herself from just having a cup of coffee with him, what did she think? She practically wanted to act like she was drunk so she could come onto him and say it was the scotch.

Gavin’s hand moved over her backside accidentally, because they were so close.

“Sorry,” he said quickly, and she nodded without looking up at him. She put her hand over his, and their fingers tangled on the counter.

“Dessert? Does anyone want dessert?”

Nichy wanted dessert very much…

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Wicked Wednesday #152 — Taste

It was not that unusual really when she thought about it, how many moveie and television sets she had walked onto by accident being a New Yorker. This time it was unusual, because she knew the actor on the set and she had disrupted the scene.

“Eliza!”

When Marcus called her name, Eliza turned to look at him.

If she did not know Marcus personally as her friend’s husband, she would have known him anyway. His ubiquitous face and body were plastered on billboards and subway posters. In the poster for the new season of the show he was in, his face and sculpted body were shadowed under his character’s signature fedora. Above his head on the poster like a halo, was the word or directive “Taste,” and his perfect complexion was emblazoned beneath the glow of it.

Looking at him now as he walked toward her, she could not help but feel like any other random woman might have felt if this godlike man called their name and walked toward them.

“Eliza…”

He kissed her forehead, and she felt the scruff of his stubble on her temple.

“I did not mean to interrupt your shoot–”

Marcus shook his head and looked at her.

“You didn’t,” he turned, made a wrap sign with his hand to the crew and put his arm around her.

Eliza grinned. Now that he was a producer, she guessed he could make his own rules about what he wanted to do on set. He pulled her away, and leaned her against a nearby building.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned her, as if he was the one who had stumbled upon her on set.

“I was just walking, I found you on set!”

Eliza laughed nervously because she was very conscious she had never been alone with Marcus. There had always been a crackling chemistry between them even before she had opened her relationship with Rafe. She had only ever been alone with him long enough for Sandrine to put dirty dishes in the sink, get tea or pour drinks.

He stood so close to her, she was sure she was shadowed by his fedora like in his posters. She held her clutch purse between her blue velvet skirted thighs, as she looked up at him.

“Have dinner with me tonight,” he said finally after he had looked at her for a very long time.

“With you and the kids and Sandrine?”

“Sandrine and the kids are in France visiting her family there.”

“So you want Rafe to come?”

“No, I want you to come.”

Eliza was practically on fire when he said that and his closeness made her damp. She felt perspiration bead like liquid fire on the temple he had kissed. The double entendre in what he had said, that she knew he meant that way.

“Are you going to cook for me? Sandrine always raves about how well you cook!”

Marcus looked in her eyes,

“You have never tasted my cooking? Then I absolutely have to cook for you and give you a taste….”

She nodded.

“I am not sure when I am going to get off of the set, but I will text you when I do. I will come get you in my car.”

Eliza continued to nod, pushing her clutch between her thighs involuntarily before she realized it and stopped.

“I have not had dinner with anyone since Sandrine left with the kids. It will be nice to have someone with me tonight.”

He squeezed her hand, and Eliza realized that he had infected her with a taste for more than just his good cooking. She was not sure what she was going to do with him, she was not even sure she was going to do anything. The possibility was more tantalizing than the deed.

For now.

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Masturbation Monday No. 34

Gavin did not make it every Friday to the after work outing, but he started making it to enough that Nichy missed him when he did not. She sat with Renee and Tyler in the booth.

“I wonder where Gavin was off to tonight?” Renee said casually.

“Not sure,” Tyler said. “But I am glad to have you ladies to myself!”

Renee grinned, Tyler’s hand high on her thigh. Nichy felt that Renee had a bit of a crush on Tyler, and it looked like it was returned. She saw them getting closer on her periphery, when she was not paying attention to Gavin. Without him there tonight, she was very aware.

They stayed a little later than usual, Renee and Tyler stepped away to go to the bathroom. Nichy was properly hungry, and asked for the menu. Draining the last of her drink, she got up to go to the bathroom where she planned to tease Renee properly. She pushed the door open, and heard the strangled sound of a woman moaning and her moan being then smothered. Nichy recognized Renee’s voice, as she slammed the door to the adjoining stall. There was wide crack between the stalls that made it easy to look into the next stall, and see the reflection of the occupants in this case, on the door that had a mirror. 

Renee’s gorgeous, curvaceous body was displayed: her breasts were being played with alternately and her triangle was covered by Tyler’s hand. He was kissing her neck and fondling her so fiercely, that it was clear she was about to come.

Nichy felt herself tighten, as she lifted her foot to flush the toilet and walked out without pretending to wash her hands.

Gavin was standing at their table, when she returned.

“I was wondering where you guys were!” he grinned.

Nichy smiled nervously, and picked up the menu.

“I thought you went home?”

Gavin looked at her, and shook his head. 

“I did, but I left my wallet in my desk so I checked to see if you guys were still here…are you the last one?”

“No, Renee and Tyler…”

Nichy stopped mid-sentence.

Gavin smiled at her as if he could guess.

“Have you eaten? I am starving!”

“No, I was looking at the menu…”

“Want to share an appetizer?”

“Sure…”

She could not stop thinking about Renee in the bathroom about to come with Tyler while she was sitting next to Gavin, the coolness of his pants leg against her bare thigh since her skirt had raised when she sat beside him. It excited her to see them in the stall, but she was jealous because she wished it was her.

Renee walked out with her blouse misbuttoned, and Nichy was too shy to say anything. Gavin was too much of a gentleman to say anything. If she had not walked in on them on the bathroom, Nichy would now know there was something between them. And if she was still clueless, Tyler offered to take Renee home which left her with Gavin, who put her coat on her.

“Don’t you and Gavin take the same train?”Renee questioned.

Nichy nodded, and Gavin took her arm. His touch on was like he was covering her mound, she felt the excitement so instantly.

“Don’t worry, I will get Nichy home safe.” 

“I bet you will!” Tyler grinned at them.

“You knew?” she asked Gavin on the train.

“Yeah!” Gavin nodded. “Tyler is not that much of a gentleman, he talked about what he wanted to do with her. Renee also has not been so quiet about what she wanted to do to him either…”

Nichy nodded remembering Tyler’s insinuations, as they headed for the train.

“You never get involved with office politics Nichy, you are friendly but diplomatic. I like that about you…Renee’s blouse was done wrong…you saw them didn’t you?”

Nicht felt herself tightening all the more.

“A lady would never tell!” she declared.

“And you are quite a lady…”

They talked about other stuff, before Gavin got off one stop before her. 

“Text me when you get home…”

She nodded.

Gavin turned and kissed her cheek, the feeling of his stubble against her skin startled her and shot right to her clit. 

“Get home safe,” she whispered into his cheek.

Nichy pressed her head against the cool glass of the window, her cheek hot with the soft burn of his stubble.

When she got home, she texted him. Not sure whether to be clever or practical, she simply typed:
Home.
She was going to tune her phone off, when she saw Gavin had texted back:
Good, goodnight my lady.
Nichy caressed her clit through her dress with the edge of her phone, her cheek still burning quietly with the touch of his against hers. 
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Wicked Wednesday #151 — How-to

Polly winced as Colin grabbed her hand.

“You’re hurting me!”

He let his fingers dig in a little more along the thick vein of her wrist, caressed it and then stared in her eyes.

She stood up, and backed away from the table.

“I came to dinner with you because you told me that I did not know who you were. I am trying to, and all you do…”

Colin got up, blocking her from leaving.

“Don’t leave, I’ll take you home…”

Polly nodded, followed him after he stared at her for a long time before turning around.

They walked out to the car, and Stephan held the door for both of them. Colin sat beside her, and she looked out of the window which made her think of the time she was in the car with Oscar going to Shanghai. She felt like she need a how-to book on relationships, men and everything about personal development.

“I am sorry that I got excited in there Polly, I did promise that I just wanted to talk to you…”

He put his hand on her thigh, she put his hand over his.

“I’ll always love you,” she said as she stared out of the window.

Now she held her blood-stained dress, and beckoned Oscar to follow her. Polly had left a thick oak box with brass knobs open in the middle of her bedroom. She put the dress down, only to pick up pages that had crusted blood on them from the dress.

“These are newspaper clippings of me and Colin. I was always into art,” she said kneeling on the floor, looking up at him. “But when I met him, he kicked it up a bit for me. I was really exposed to it, and I think in ways he was a reason why people took me seriously in the beginning. But I loved him for him, or who I thought he was. We went out to dinner because I realized that I do not know who he is, and I also realize that you do not know…all of me.”

Oscar knelt beside her, and let his fingers caress her hair which soothed her, the way Colin’s drinking her blood did once.

“I know who you are with me now, that is all that matters. With Eliza, I was not who I want to be with you.”

Polly looked at him, pressing the tips of her fingers together feeling dried blood on them as grit.

“I like who I am now, but I cannot forget who I was…”

“When I saw you tonight in the restaurant, I just thought you were perfect and that is why I confessed. I did not stay with Eliza because I wanted to be with you.”

“I left Colin because I wanted to be with you.”

Polly was sure that she would not have read what was happening in a how-to book, but she believed she was learning how to have a better relationship from life experience.

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