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Masturbation Monday No. 33

Crossing her legs made Nichy feel the slickness between them, and she wanted to touch herself even though she was in the office at her desk. That morning she woke up, and her body needed to be touched. Her breasts felt heavy, her breath was heavy along with it.

She slept naked so it was easy for her to pull her sheets up and stroke herself. Already moist from her dream that was not even sexual, she just sat next to Gavin in it like she had been when he made her wet at the bar after work. Except she was wetter than he had made her. In the dream they could have had sex, but neither of them pressed the issue. Their bodies grazed each other and she could smell him from her memory, the scent of him fresh off the street on a rainy evening before she cried out. She came so fast, she had not even realized she was over the precipice until she was. Her fingers clutched at her slippery labia as if she had lost something, pulling at it, opening it and dipping her fingers inside herself because she needed that release again.

She was late for work because she started again and did not leave until she came, this time consciously. Nichy remembered suddenly she was at work, when she saw an instant message on her screen from Gavin. His message was accompanied by the picture on his ID, which was as gorgeous as he was in person.

His words on the screen were unclear to her at first, as she crossed her legs again and felt the slipperiness that was there. Their benign instant messaging went on, as Nichy realized her legs were so close together…she squeezed and released them. Her crossed legs were so tight that like that morning, she came before she was even aware she was going to. Between her legs thumping, and her eyes teary, Nichy gasped when she looked up and saw Gavin at her cube.

“Hi Nichy, I figured I could just get up and ask you about the files since they are at your desk…Are you okay?”

She smiled, but Nichy feared that she might come again because his being so close made her labia twitch all over again.

“I am fine, just a full-bodied sneeze!”

Nichy remembered reading a comparison to an orgasm as something like a sneeze, so she felt she had not exactly lied to Gavin. He sat on the edge of her desk, his muscular thighs enticing in jeans. He crossed his legs, so she crossed hers and felt an encore of thumping between her legs.

Gavin stood up, smiling at her.

“Well again I owe you Nichy, thank you for your help!”

Her smile was soft as they made small talk, but when Gavin walked away she slumped in her chair, the remembrance of her solo pleasure undulated over her entire body it felt like. She closed her eyes, and saw Gavin like a dream…

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Wicked Wednesday #150 — Exposure

At least three times Oscar wanted to look back at Eliza, well he wanted more than to look back at her. He wanted to caress her mound and hold it in hand, until the tip of her slit was damp and then shove his finger inside her. He had done that to her in elevators in New York, Paris and Shanghai.

But he did not turn around, he looked forward and walked to the restaurant where he had told Polly to meet him in case he had lingered too long with Eliza.

Polly waited for him by a window, she wore a blouse that showed off as much of her modest cleavage as was decent. Her long hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail that slanted her eyes a little, she smiled at him and her softness and her beauty overwhelmed him. Sitting with her through dinner, he felt such a degree of guilt. The same guilt he knew he would feel if he had given into Eliza.

They walked out of the restaurant, his hand on Polly’s back. She felt so perfect to him in that moment. Her perfection drove him to need to tell her what had happened. It wasn’t guilt as much as it was he finally wanted someone to tell the story to. He knew Fiona knew, but he had never talked about it to anyone before. Never told anyone about the relationship that first he had to keep a secret, and then didn’t have to keep a secret.

Polly’s body stiffened next to him as they sat in the back of the car. Oscar did not touch her, or move to get closetr to her. The car pulled up in front of her apartment building.

“Are you coming in?” she asked him turning back to look down at him.

Oscar said nothing, got out of the car and followed her. The door man smiled at him because he was familiar. But everything felt surreal to Oscar, unsure what Polly was thinking.

They went to her apartment. Oscar stood in the doorway. Quiet, unsure and she left him there

Polly walked back out with a bundle of white lace that was soiled with blood, old blood.

“Remember when I was little Bo-Peep? And I would not tell you the entire story?”

He nodded.

“I kept the dress.”

“With blood all over it, how did you get blood all over it?” he questioned, his voice back.

Polly held the dress close to her chest.

“I used to be very goth, my boyfriend at the time liked to drink my blood. He’d cut me, I cut him a few times and tasted his blood. I don’t anymore and neither does he. I saw him in Paris, he sold me the Dubuffet.”

Oscar took a deep breath. He’d exposed all the details of his affair with Eliza, and was trumped by Polly exposing her secret teen past and…her own unfinished ex business.

He suddenly felt the metallic taste of blood in his mouth.

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Masturbation Monday No. 32

Nick Drake played dimly in the company library. When the head librarian and archivist left, people were asked to fill in for her in one-hour shifts. Nichy was happy to do so, even without the additional enticement of overtime.

She sat at the desk, rather late…she picked the later shift because she figured that she would not have a lot of activity then, that she would be able to work on her side projects as well. She was in the middle of working on a manuscript, when Gavin walked in. It was late, and she was actually getting ready to start closing up but paused when she saw his tall frame fill the doorway.

“Oh you are doing this?” he grinned at her.

Nichy held her hands behind her back, looked down and nodded.

“I was just about to close up…it was so quiet.”

Gavin raised his eyebrows at her.

“Oh, are you closed?”

She shook her head.

“I just need one magazine, and I know where it is.”

His warmth scent filled their space, she could smell her own perfume from an earlier reapplication when she came onto her library shift. Now she knew what their scents smelled like mingled, knew what it would smell like if they were close before he came inside of her or somewhere on her body. She imagined him coming on her spine of all places for some odd reason, on her spine or the small of her back.

Her fingers skimmed the inside of her skirt, caressing her bare skin. She imagined Gavin’s fingers there. Fantasizing about him this hard when she was still close to him was a delicacy. She saw his body whisper between the shelves, before he came out and faced her again.

“Thanks for letting me in Nichy.”

She nodded.

“Oh good, it’s still open!”

Their colleague Elberta raced in, and unlike Gavin, did not ask Nichy if she was still open or not. There were still a few good minutes left and Elberta sat down, making it was clear she was not getting up immediately.

“Why is it that I always seem to impose upon you in some way when I see you?” Gavin questioned her as she stood beside him.

Nichy looked up at him, and her hands laced behind her back again.

“I wanted to close too early, but it’s not a big deal.”

He looked down at her,

“I just always feel like I owe you Nichy.”

She shook her head and laughed.

Elberta got up, and acknowledged her on her way out.

“I owe you Nichy,” Gavin said again as he walked out behind Elberta.

“You don’t owe me anything,” Nichy said behind him.

Nichy turned around, and picked up closing up shop as if she had not been interrupted by Gavin or Elberta. She had turned off all of the lights, when her fingers skimmed inside her waistband again. But this time her fingers were tangled in her thong. An open window revealed the full moon, and it drew her to it. It was there with her back to the ladder that was in the aisle, that her desire surged as she caressed her bare skin. Her fingers drifted over her hips, she touched her stomach and dipped a finger into her navel…slowly her finger grazed her hair further down.

She wondered what Gavin liked, what he liked with his girlfriend. She remembered him saying “we” in the bar the other day, and that became her focus. What they were like? Had he ever come on her spine while they were having sex?

Looking up at the full moon, was she mesmerized? Her hand sunk down deeper inside her skirt, the only light on was the moonlight spotlight that caressed her face and upper torso. Nichy looked down as her face contorted with impending release. She was so wet she could barely grip either side of her clit to bring the pressure she needed to come. She smeared the wetness along her, until she felt the coolness from below grazing her clitoris. Where she felt that coolness, she rubbed and came before she even knew she was going to. She wheezed with the force of her desire. It seemed like she was moving like the frantic hands of a clock between her legs even when she brought her hand up, smearing her own ejaculate as she moved her fingers.

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Wicked Wednesday #149–Goals

It amused Eliza that Bebel Gilberto was playing in the background at the bar where she and Oscar had agreed to meet. She knew that she could not say anything to him at Fiona’s house, but it was time to address him in some way. She had been in so much pain since their long talk in Shanghai.

When he walked into the bar, she felt a sense of deja vu. It was like how he had twisted all of her goals that night when she met him. Her goal was to face him, and tell him about how hard it had been for her no matter how selfish it was for her to feel that way.

He sat beside her and looked at her.

“So am I really going to be able to talk to you? Or are you going to put up all your walls?”

Eliza stared at him, let her fingers rest on her cigar. She was not a cigar smoker really, but she had been here enough times with Rafe smoking and drinking. The cigar was kind of like a crutch, a reminder she was with him and that she knew they were unbreakable. But she also loved Oscar…and it was breaking her.

“You expect me to be okay, you expect me to act like nothing happened in Shanghai? Like you did not break my heart there? You want me to be okay that you have this perfect woman, who honestly if Rafe had met her first he would not maybe have wanted to be with me!”

Oscar grabbed her shaking hand, she relinquished the cigar.

“Do you think it was easy to let you go? It was the hardest thing I ever did, you lying on my bed in Shanghai. But I was with Polly, and I know that I could not have given her a fair chance if I got involved with you. It would not have been fair to her.”

“So you are in love with her?”

“Yes. I did not plan anything with her in Shanghai, but it happened after years of us not wanting it to happen.”

“So I was just a substitute then?”

“Eliza, stop it! Stop this victimization process! You can have any man you want, you can be with any man you want.”

“I want you.”

“You’ve had me.”

Eliza picked up her gin and tonic, and her cigar. Was it Paris or nervousness why she was smoking like a chimney? Actual, or electronic, she was constantly puffing on something.

“I know it is selfish Oscar, but it is how I feel. I have been in a bad place ever since I left Shanghai…”

“Is it me, or are you just not happy?”

She sipped her drink.

“Are you happy?” he repeated.

Eliza looked down at her hands: gin and tonic in one, cigar in the other.

“Do you care?”

“Eliza, I care about you. I–“

“What,” she pressed.

Oscar looked at her with stern eyes.

“Stop acting like a stray cat.”

Eliza pushed her drink off the table, and stubbed her cigar out on the top of his palm.

“You motherfucker!”

Oscar grabbed her wrist, Eliza felt her eyes widen.

“You’re hurting me!”

“You are hurting yourself!”

He thrust her hand to the side, and got up.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she mewled, clinging to him, scratching. That flimsy touching of his body, she savored like a child’s first communion wafer. She needed his body, and she knew she would not get it.

“Stop it, Eliza!”

“Keep saving yourself for your precious Polly!”

Oscar threw her off of him. When she came back toward him, he raised her chin up to face him.

“What is precious to you Eliza?”

Her eyes watered, she sobbed soundlessly. Oscar drew her to him, caressed her cheeks and temples.

She heard “Precious Things” by Tori Amos in her head.

“Just because you can make me come does not make you Jesus,” she said, pushing him away.

She walked away from him, dabbed at her eyes but did not turn back to look at him.

She had different goals, as looked down at her phone. There was a message from Adrian that she had avoided. Hoping Oscar…

Will be in New York. Axxx

Her labia felt tangled the way it did every time she thought of Adrian.

When she looked up from her phone, Oscar stood in front of her.

“What–“

He pressed her to the wall, his face so close to hers…Eliza did not realize she was not breathing until she felt his breath on her upper lip. Oscar caressed her hip, she closed her eyes.

She waited for him.

When she opened her eyes, he was gone like smoke and she fumbled through her bag for her cigarettes because she needed one. Ashes hit her calves as she chain-smoked, and she did not notice…

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Masturbation Monday No. 31

Nichy grabbed her bag, and everything fell out. She was a little tipsy after work, she had had two and a half vodka gimlets. Gavin was close enough when he squeezed in the booth next to her that, she could smell the beer on his breath.

It was Friday night, and it was the usual after work cocktail hour. But this time it was different.

This time Gavin came.

He came at the last minute, he was not even going to walk in but Renée saw him outside and she rapped on the window. It was raining cats and dogs, so he came in. Wet. The only free space was where Nichy’s bag was, so she moved it. His wet body was beside hers, and now she was even tipsier, but it had nothing to do with her first vodka gimlet at that point.

He was so close she could smell his breath and his aftershave.

“Sorry, I am getting you all wet!” Gavin said.

Nichy smiled, and sipped the remainder of her vodka gimlet.

“What are you drinking? I’ll buy you one…”

Nichy licked a drop of vodka gimlet off of her lip.

“Vodka gimlet, but you don’t have to…”

“I keep messing up your life. Holding your elevators, getting you wet…”

Nichy shook her head.

“I’m good,” she said, shifting in the booth.

Conversation drifted in and out between shop talk and weekend plans, she did not talk much because she was nervous as hell. Plus the heat of his body, and his dampness against her made her want to touch that curve of her clitoris that she always wanted to touch when she looked at him. Their drinks came over on the same tray.

Renée leaned over, and smiled at Nichy,

“What are your plans for the weekend doll?”

Nichy liked Renée a lot, she was warm and genuine and always tried to make everyone feel special. She secretly loved her now, for being the reason why Gavin was sitting next to her.

“Nothing much, just enjoying the time off…”

“Me too, how are about you Gavin?”

“We are going on a short weekend trip…”

Nichy did not hear the rest of what he said. We, she knew what that meant. She asked for a third vodka tonic.

“I got it,” Gavin said.

Nichy looked at him, she realized that even if he was a we, he was still so sexy, and when she crossed her legs she felt how much she agreed with that assessment.

“No,” she whispered putting her hand over his, feeling the soft hair that was on the top of his palm.

“I made you wet,” he repeated.

Nichy grinned, and slowly placed the hand that was on the top of his on her thigh. She slowly moved her hand over the length of her thigh.

She did not finish the third vodka gimlet. Gavin got up, explaining he was driving early.

“For you…” he said and forced a bill into her fist.

“Thank you,” she said, grabbing her bag and everything fell out. Gavin helped her pick everything up. He had his hand on every other thing in her bag. “Thank you.”

Gavin left, and she held out her hand that had been on top of his. She could still feel him there.

She still felt him there even after she went home, closed her door and pressed her back to it.

Dropping her bag on the floor, she let herself touch that spot that she always wanted to touch when she saw Gavin. Now that she had had more contact with him, and knew how he smelled and knew how he felt. Knew the heat of his body…now it was hard not to touch herself and not think about her hand on top of his now rubbing her slick nub. On the train she had had to be careful not to cross her legs, because she knew she could make herself come that way. So she sat with her legs apart. Waiting. Waiting patiently to come home, so she could rub herself in that tiny circular way she did along the side of her clit and make herself come.

She was grinding into her hand, and caressing her full breasts. She let her hand move from around the side of her breast, to hold its fullness and then let her hand trail over her stomach dipping into her navel. Her finger moved there in tandem with her other finger. Nichy slid down the door, her hand moving faster and faster between her legs. Her finger dipped inside of herself like a fountain pen dipping into ink, her finger fully coated with her wetness and she spread her legs all the more. She felt a run along her stockings, and did not care as she caressed her velvetesque lips until she came. Nichy felt the whisper of Gavin’s hand under hers one more time, and finally pressed her legs together.

Nichy got up, and wobbled a bit–tipsy from vodka gimlets and lust…

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Wicked Wednesday #148 — The Beginning

Eliza was in a mellow mood listening to the sensual music of Bebel Gilberto coming through the speakers, and looking at Fiona. Even though they were far past Fiona’s admission of love for her in Shanghai, she was happy that Fiona was really in love. It was clear, especially in the way that Fiona denied anything that even suggested that she was in love with Alice. Alice was very clearly lovestruck, and had a way of hanging on Fiona’s every word and shadowing her, but not in a clinging way. It was almost a synchronization between them. It was clearly the beginning of a very lovely love affair.

Being back in New York, after being in Paris for so long was weird. It was an effort not to speak French, and not to crave French comforts. Eliza looked for Rafe, he found her with his eyes and his smile soothed her. She was walking toward him, when the apartment door opened and she smiled easier than she would have if it had been her own dinner party.

Her smile almost cracked on her face, but she kept up the facade as best as she could. Oscar was standing behind the woman that she had spied him with in Shanghai. The woman who she saw him with, and who he held with emotion that she could not fault him for, but it made her heart hurt.

“Hi,” she smiled.

“Hi,” Oscar said looking at her face in the warm caring way that he did to let her know he wondered what she was thinking.

The woman he was with smiled softly at her,

“Hi,” she said.

Eliza moved to the side, so they could walk in.

“Oscar!” Fiona walked over to them with glasses of the delicious fruity sangria that was made with a bubbly red Lambrusco wine. “I did not know you were coming?”

“I am Polly’s plus one,” he said with a smile.

Polly, her name burned like a tiny fire out of control in Eliza’s head.

Polly looked at Eliza softly, it was clear that she had no idea who she was, and she had no reason to, but Eliza resented her for it.

She remembered the beginning of her relationship with Oscar. If they had met like this unexpectedly, they would have ended up tucking into a restroom or somewhere, and making out or making love.

“Oscar is my partner,” Polly smiled.

She looked so happy, the same happiness she had had when Eliza saw her in Shanghai with him.

“Well Oscar and I go back, he and Eliza and I.”

Polly looked at Eliza now with interested eyes.

Eliza stared at Fiona briefly, then smiled at Polly.

“The art scene you know.”

“I know! Why that Dubuffet on the wall is a recent private sale.”

Alice ran over to Polly at that moment.

“It looks amazing there, doesn’t it?”

Eliza let the rest of the conversation come in and out of her head. She never expected that she could have a moment alone with Oscar. Rafe noticed him immediately. She and Rafe spoke again with their language of eyes, and Eliza shrugged.

It was by accident that Eliza was did end up alone with Oscar.

She had picked up a cigarette, as was her social smoking habit. When he stood by the open bedroom window with her, she blew smoke in his face.

“You could have told me!”

“I did not know that Fiona was Polly’s client. I just agreed to come with her, and I did not know where Fiona lived! Why are you so upset?”

He waved the smoke out of his face, and Eliza looked up at him. Her body responded to him as it always did. With urgent desire, just like it had in the beginning, same as the night they met when he picked her up.

Eliza stared at him. She shook her head when she imagined him like he was the first time that they met, the rakish way that he approached her. Now he was restrained, it was that calm that lingered worse for her than any calm before a storm.

She leaned against the wall half tangled in the curtain, and blew more smoke so that it clouded her face and closed her eyes.

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Masturbation Monday No. 30

When she saw Gavin in the aisle, her heart raced as usual. Nichy stood in the doorframe, and she felt that same urge she always felt. A desire to caress a particular curve of her clit. Every time she saw him in the office, she felt that way.

She had made contact with him, he acknowledged her with a small nod and she smiled softly to acknowledge him. When she returned to her desk she was a stiff mess, her body so rigid and the desire to caress just that small part of herself aflame.

But Nichy wouldn’t, she did not even allow herself to have fantasies about him, because it was a meager replacement to actually being with him. And how could she imagine him, she had never been with him. She had not memorized his scent, or felt the heat of his body along hers.

Squeezing her eyes tight, she opened them and could still see him: his strong jaw prominent with a smile, his white teeth and the sparkle in his eyes.

Nichy felt her hand between her thighs. Even though her hand was not in a provocative position there, she turned around to make sure that no one was looking at her. She got up, picked up her phone and went to go out for coffee.

Her lust had passed as it always did.

When she walked to the elevator, she pressed back against the wall. Just as the door was about to close, she looked up with annoyance at the newcomer when she realized it was Gavin.

“Sorry, but it is coffee time!” he said.

She laughed more from nerves than anything else.

“Lucky it was someone I knew, or I would have been pissed!” she said standing up straight.

“Going to get coffee?”

“It’s coffee time, you just declared it!”

They continued small talk, and then she headed to the coffee shop in their lobby. Gavin held the door open, and gestured for her to walk in.

“I’ll buy you a cup,” he said.

She was memorizing scent of warmth and subtle cologne, from their proximity. A soft musk.

“Awww, you don’t have to…”

“Well, actually, I have a free one…”

He grinned at her and she could feel the heat coming from his body, like heat rose from the sidewalks in the summer.

“You’re sweet sharing your free one, thank you.”

“Well for not being pissed with me for the elevator thing.”

She shook her head and grinned.

They ordered, and Gavin once again was gallant and opened the door for her when they left.

In the elevator with him again, she memorized his warmth.

“We have a proposal to get out, going to maybe need a third one of these if it gets really late,” he said looking at her.

“I have a project too, but if I drink another coffee I will be up all night!”

“You’ll probably see me flying your section by if I have a third cup!”

They laughed, and walked back toward the office.

“I am going to the ladies room,” Nichy said, when he went to buzz her in.

“Okay,” he smiled at her.

Nichy went to the bathroom, put down her coffee and her phone down and headed into a stall.

Now she had memorized his scent and felt the heat of his body as she passed him, now it was too hard not to…

One hand gripped the door, as she pulled up her dress and her other hand slipping into her pantyhose that she wore without panties. Closing her eyes, she let her finger move over that curve that she imagined every time she saw Gavin. A low moan escaped her, and she bit her lip to keep quiet. His scent and warmth were with her like a summer day. She felt the dampness on her temples and under her arms and…well there.

She moved just the one finger on her curve faster, and faster biting her lower lip to stop the mantra of obscenities that wanted to slip from her mouth. Suddenly she moved her hand as if she had touched fire, and felt the sweet circle of release that moved about her curve. She tightened her legs and thought how much she would like to have Gavin…there…

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Kink of the Week — March 16-31: Corsets

We were led upstairs by a girl who I almost wanted to prick with a pin, or pinch. She was so perfectly put together and her behavior so appropriate, I wanted to ses her come undone.

Of course she recognized me, I was used to that. But I was never used to the mechanical way that people interacted with me.

And of course her eyes moved to my companion, because he was just as known as me. Because he was with me.

As we walked to the private bidding room, we walked past it: the gorgeous photograph that from the time Henry saw me looking at it, he wanted to buy for me.

He spoiled me, and I loved it.

“No, I want to buy this for myself and I want you to come…to bid with me!” I’d countered.

“But you can do a phone bid or something Pauline. Why would you want to be in that circus? It is not our style.”

I smiled at him. He knew me so well, us so well.

“We will have a private room of course,” I said to him. “Because that is our style.”

I looked at the gorgeous photograph of a corset, almost as lovely as the one I wore. As we walked past the employees they all stared at me. Henry was the kind of man that other women hated you for being with. But because I looked the way I did, they hated me additionally because I could pull him. But that was what I had done and corset or not to alter my shape, I could have done it even if I was older than him.

Henry took my hand, and walked ahead of me to open the door.

“Can I help you with anything else Ms. Ross?”

I looked at the young woman in front of me and smiled, not too harshly I hoped.

“No, dear. We are fine.”

Henry was hungry for mey body, and he barely was able to let the door close before his hand was on my ass. I saw the young woman blush, but then hold my eyes a little longer than she needed to with a smile and…envy.

Pushing me against the wall, Henry pressed himself to me, caressed my hips and licked the top of my breasts as if they were ice cream in a cone: soft licks in circles. He panted softly as he pulled up my dress and caressed my ass with his hands in circles much like he licked my breasts.

“We are not going to fuck unless I get that picture,” I heard myself pant, eyes closed tightly with pleasure as he did not stop licking my breasts or touching my ass. “Did you hear me?” I opened my eyes.

Henry stopped, he heard the seriousness in my voice.

I braced myself against the wall, and smiled at him.

“We are not going to fuck unless I win that picture!”

I knew Henry’s limits, and I knew I had pushed them. He liked to play with me, but he really wanted me and I wanted him. But I was not going to be with him when I was nervous about winning the photograph.

“Are you kidding me? Your lot is awhile away! You want me to sit here with this and not fuck you?”

When he stroked himself through his pants, I felt how slippery I was but I did not give a shit.

“Yeah, exactly.” I put my hand over his, and he closed his eyes and grunted. “Or you can go out there and have one of those young women that was drooling all over you…”

“No,” he said pushing my hand away. “Will we fuck whether you win or not?”

I shrugged and took his hand. I took him to the plush couch, where there was a bucket with two bottles of champagne and hors d’oeuvres on the glass table.

I did not bother to pull my dress down, and sat bare-assed on the leather couch. Henry sat beside me, and caressed my thigh.

“If we can’t…can we do something else? To tide me over?”

I grinned.

“Like what?”

Henry pulled off my dress. I sat with spread legs in just my ivory corset and patterned pumps, and looked at him.

“What number is your lot?”

“Soixante-neuf.”

“You are lying!”

I handed him the catalog from the glass table.

“Sixty-nine…” he said. “Can I lick you once for each lot?”

“Where?” I leaned forward.

Henry leaned forward, I leaned back on the pillows. I heard the hammer go down. The auction was about to begin.

When he got between my legs and came to kiss me at my hunger mark, I felt like Anne Sexton’s poem, “Barefoot.”

I nodded and let him lick me sixty-eight times. But I sat up when they got to lot sixty-nine. I picked up the phone, and crossed my legs. Henry frowned. I shooed him away, as I told the head of the photography department my bid. She tried to run it up, but there were only a few fervent bidders. I did not want to go over $10,000. I had done my research.

But I wanted it, and would go over. I did not come here…well I had not come in that way yet and I had not here to not win.

The hammer went down.

“Sold! To a private bidder!”

I watched with a smile as the auctioneer wrote down my number that was whispered to him. Henry parted my legs, and he licked me once more.

Sixty-nine.

“I won,” I said, and the excitement of the bidding and his tongue made me come.

I stood up, pulled my dress over my head and took a final sip of my champagne. Henry got up with me, took my hand.

My hair was mussed, and Henry was hard. Everyone looked at us.

“Congratulations Ms. Ross!” The young woman who had led me to the private room smiled at me again, knowingly.

I smiled at her, knew she wondered what was behind my dark shaded eyes.

Dark thoughts she could not dream, and Henry squeezed my hand with knowing.

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Wicked Wednesday #147 –Spread the Love & Liebster Award (Double Feature)

It was not often that Fiona had dinner parties in her apartment, but she had decided that she wanted to. A rare moment that she confided in her mother, and her mother looked at her with a knowing look. She wanted her mother to meet Alice.

Not the Alice that was in her bed that weekend morning, soft snd damp after they made love. It was nice to see Alice, gorgeous and cooking in her kitchen. The love and dedication that Alice gave to pressing a clove of garlic… The way she closed her eyes when she tasted something, and it was the way that she wanted it.

Fiona could not help but pull Alice to the side, right before the first of their guests arrived, savoring the garlic on her soft breath, and the dampness from the exertion of cooking making her thin dress cling to her shapely derriere.

They walked to the door together, Fiona unable to not touch some part of Alice’s body even when her mother and father walked in. Fiona paid careful attention to how her mother looked at Alice.

“Nice to meet you Alice,” her mother said, and Fiona caught her imperceptible eyes on her lover.

Fiona just hoped to spread the love that she was beginning to feel throughout their party, throughout the evening. Her mind raced as she saw Alice’s sweet reassurance in the reflection of the Leonor Fini photograph, she loved so much.

Fiona’s love spread throughout her own body.

More Wicked Wednesday here: leonor fini by dora maar via the red list

And now for part two of our double feature!!!

The lovely, lovely, lovely Marie Rebelle nominated me for a Liebster award! Read her gorgeous post here for the rules and criteria. I am thankful for her nominating me, and I am going to answer the questions she requested. I nominate Rebecca Black for a Liebster award, she writes hotter than fire and she makes me want to try my hand at Masturbation Monday!

Here goes:

Why did you start blogging?

This blog was started so I could be part of a Eroticon roundtable meme!

How did you choose your pseudonym? If you blog/write under your own name, it would be wonderful to hear how your family/friends react to what you write.

With my pseudonym, it’s complicated! Leonora reminds me of surrealist artists, like Leonora Carrington or Leonora Fini.

Talk to me about photos on your blog. Do you make your own? Post them? Do you show your face? Why or why not?

Some images are mine, some are images that I identify as not mine. I like them to go with the words I write. Never show my face, I hate taking pictures in general!!!

Do you write erotic stories? If so, have you ever been published or do you wish to be?

What is the ultimate goal for your blog?

YES!!! My most recent published short story is in the hot-off-the-press SPY GAMES edited by Jilly Boyd, and pubbed by House of Erotica.

What memes do you participate in?

Why, Wicked Wednesday of course! And some others. I want to give Masturbation Monday a try!

Do you have any suggestions for prompts for Wicked Wednesday?

Something with roses!!!

What is your life motto?

We are the masters of our own happiness….

What kind of “-aholic” are you? Workaholic, shopaholic, sexaholic, chocoholic?

Oh too many -aholic tendencies! Mainly a gadgetoholic at the moment, I love my gadgets and new apps, so an appaholic as well!

When would you really stop blogging?

I can’t imagine a finishing point at the moment…

Will I see you at Eroticon 2015?

Yessssss! Cannot wait! xxx

Wicked Wednesday #146 — Try Something New

Polly never had close female friends. She did not have a set of girls that she confided to about everything that was going on with her, and her relationships in particular were usually very private.

Since Alice her new assistant had seen her with Oscar, and since she was involved with so much of her life as it was, it was a new thing for her to try to confide a little bit in her. Nothing intense, but little things and that was a lot for her, because she was intensely private. Some of her colleagues had their assistants involved in all of the minutiae of their lives. First and foremost, she wanted to foster Alice’s interest in the art world. She reminded her of herself when she was young, because she was so intense and ambitious.

But when her assistant started to be distracted, and in a world of her own seemingly, she was not sure what to think.

“Alice, can you come into my office?”

Alice walked into her office, with a suggestion of a smirk on her face, as if she could not keep from smiling.

Usually Alice put up her hair at the end of the day, but it was up already.

“Is this about Fiona?”

Polly stared at Alice, her mouth open but nothing came out.

“Polly, I know that it is a conflict of interest. But I…I am in love with Fiona. And I know that she might not really be in love with me, but right now I believe she is.”

“You are dating Fiona?”

“You did not call me in about Fiona?”

Polly shook her head. Who was she to say anything to Alice? She had fought all this time not to get involved with Oscar, and what had she done after their umpteenth trip out of the country but fall in love with him?

Alice stood up as if she wanted to leave, but then she sat back down.

“What did you call me in for? I am sorry to have had diarrhea of the mouth…”

“You’re in love with her?”

Alice’s eyes were glazed, and she nodded.

“I met her in Paris, and nothing happened but when she was in New York…we got together.”

Polly nodded. It was equally as new for her to confide, as it was for her to listen and she felt responsible for Alice.

“My mother says she did not know I was a lesbian. I did not think if Fiona was a woman or a man, I just liked her and wanted to be with her.”

“Love is never convenient, and if you try to deny it it only gets stronger.”

“I that how it was with you and Oscar?”

Poly realized that it was easier for her to listen, than it was to talk.

“I am not going to tell you what to do with your life Alice, I was just worried because you have not been as focused as you have been.”

Alice looked horrified.

“I am so sorry Polly. I have been distracted, I guess afraid that you would call me into your office, and tell me you know about Fiona and I…”

There was a knock on Polly’s door, and she looked at the door with disdain until she realized it might be important, and Alice as not at her desk to be the go-between.

“Come in,” she beckoned the intruder.

Fiona walked in, and when Alice looked at her it was clear that they were in love.

Polly was warmed by them, wondered if people saw the same thing when she was with Oscar.

Oscar who was in Shanghai without her…

More Wicked Wednesday here: literary love via wikimedia