A New Chapter

Mathilda had on a lovely dress for the ball–well it was a small ball at the hotel bar nothing special but it was a new year/new you. Although she had already had a new self, she was happy to expect even more for herself for the new year.

“Are you alone?”

Mathilda turned around, and there was a man  hovering over her.

“Are you?” she countered.

“Not if you join me.”

Well,” she stood up. “I am my own date tonight, and I want to keep it that way.”

“But what about when the ball drops?”

“We are not in New York, so that does not matter. Whatever it is they do here it doesn’t matter either.”

She walked away from him, and could feel him watching her so she gave him something to see.

Mathilda did not want to be alone when the ball dropped, she wanted to be with the person she loved the most–herself–but that didn’t mean that she could not bring her memories with her.

Alone in her hotel room, she remembered having a threesome with Harry, Carole and Gui. The mirrors above them and their bodies squirming about, and all attached with each other by one orifice or the other. She remembered watching Harry and Gui, and how it turned her on to watch them make out.

Sometimes she thought about Harry, how much they had meant to each other and how now…what could she have expected from him when she knew he was a voyeur regardless of any other crimes he may have committed?

But she had loved him watching her, and he would not have joined him watching her now with her dark hair about her and her eyes focused on herself in the mirror. He could pretend she was looking at him, and he would reach for himself like he had when they were neighbors.

Before she moved in. 

That was when all her troubles began–when she invested. 

She panted, as she came thinking about committing. It was lovely in theory but it never worked for her in reality.

 

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Stars On Top

A throwback to Christmas Past!!! Rafe and Eliza are enjoying Bibi this year—and Oscar!!! Jeanne is enjoying being her aunt…look for a new story about Jeanne soon…

Eliza felt it had been enough time, enough time that she had spent brooding and Oscar made her realize that she definitely wanted to try to make up with Jeanne. She was not sure if Jeanne was going to want to even talk to her, after the scene that she had made at the bar.

But Jeanne surprised her.

She arrived at the cafe where they first met, and she had her hair up and wore her glasses. Jeanne also wore glasses, and had her hair up. They giggled when they saw each other. Jeanne got up from the table, and Eliza was not sure if they were going to hug each other or not. Eliza walked over to her, and curtly kissed her cheek.

Jeanne kissed her back in the same manner, adjusted her glasses and gave her a wan smile.

Eliza sat down, and as soon as she did the waitress walked over with a glass of the wine that she has always loved when she was there. She smiled at the waitress, and raised her glass to Jeanne.

“Thank you for agreeing to see me, I know that we did not end on good terms.”

“You are my sister, I was not a prize that night either. I did not have to flaunt my relationship…”

“I am happily married Jeanne, it should not matter to me. You are my sister, that is what should matter. Can we start over again? Can we try to start over again?”

Eliza studied Jeanne, whose face did not go hard but pensive.

“My mother was like my sister,” Jeanne paused and before she continued, Eliza noticed whenever Jeanne was emotional her accent became very French. “But she was still my mom, and I have very close female friends and as close as we are I am not sure I ever thought about them like sisters. I am sure I have room in my heart for a sister. It would be the star on top of all of my female relationships right now.”

Eliza smiled, and felt her eyes water. Jeanne wiped a stray tear.

“I already love you Eliza, I spent all of this time with you, before this all…” Jeanne waved her hand absently, and picked up her wine. “You’re my blood.”

Eliza picked up her own wine, and clinked it with Jeanne’s.

“I love you too,” she said and meant it.

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Love ‘Em and Leave ‘Em

Mathilda liked being alone—until she did not. 

She was very good with her fingers—she knew how to make herself swoon. But there was a point when she wanted someone else.

The bar downstairs from her hotel room was upscale. With a glass of wine by her lips, it was easy for her to seduce her object. 

There was a man, sitting in a suit. He looked like he was put out and was reading the Wall Street Journal. It turned her on to see a man who was so wound up. She looked at him, just once with her glass to her lips, and her tongue thrust out.

He looked at her, and she knew he was interested. 

That was all she needed.

Blondes supposedly had more more fun, but with dark hair, Mathilda found she was not having a problem. She was so secure with this man’s interest that she actually gor up and left the bar. Left her wine glass kissed with her lipstick and she was going to be gone.

When she felt a hand on her back, she turned around not at all aurprised to see her guy there still clutching his Wall Street Journal.

“Excuse me,” he started,and she smiled. 

“Yes?” she said, feigning surprise.

“The market dropped, and I could use a lift. You are a beautiful woman, and I saw you across the way…can I convonce you to stay? A glass of wine?”

“Maybe…”

Mathilda rode him like a champion. It aroused her, her hair shook about her shoulder and him groaning with pleasure beneath her… Happily it was his hotel room, and ahe was not going to have to ask him to leave.

It gave her such pleasure to take her pleasure and leave.

That was all she wanted…to love them and leave them.

Such pleasure in leaving…

 

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Naughty and Nice

Eliza felt her bottom shake after Rafe smacked it. She was on her knees on their bed, holding the bedpost. He snapped the elastic lace of her panty against her bottom, and she looked back at him.

“Turn around,” he practically growled, as he smacked her bottom again. “and take off your top.”

She pulled the delicate material over her head, and wiggled her bottom at him. Scrawled across her bottom in sparkly script were the words “Naughty and Nice.”

They had made love a few times she had Bibi, but this was the first time that they were doing something this kinky. They of course had played with kink, but she needed something more intense. Maybe it was her headset after having her daughter, but she wanted something more intense, she asked Rafe to spank her not with his hand but with his belt. 

He pulled her close to him, and she could feel him hard against her bottom before he spanked her with the belt and she gasped.

She gasped until he was done, and could taste her own mucous from her tears because she was letting him spank her this hard. 

Because the pleasure:

He pulled her close and rubbed the wetness between her legs to soothe her, and all she wanted was more from him.

She looked at him again, her eyes imploring…

 

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Good Loving

Mathilda had been surrounded by various bodies, and she realized that that was her superpower at the moment—that she was free of attachments. She was not with anyone, and for a woman like her that was an accomplishment.

But even if she was alone, that did not mean that she did not crave good loving. In her new hotel, as soon as she saw the gorgeous bedding she knew she was going to have a good night!

Alone!

When she slipped under the covers—naked—she felt her labia quiver with anticipation for the action to come. Dimmed lights and the skyline of the city she was in—which was not one that everyone knew but still lovely—was the background as she rolled around the sheets. The luxurious material against her naked body made her want to touch herself but she knew she would come too soon if she immeadiately touched herself. But the quivering was so intense, that she just pressed her hand against her wet skin between her legs, and lie on her back, her buttocks spread so that her anus contracted and she had barely started. Her nipples were hard as soon as she touched them—as she knew they would be.

Pulling the sheets over her, she submerged into just the realm of her own sensation. A finger stuck in her belly button felt as erotic as anything—every part of her that she touched was so sensitive. Touching her nipples was a way that she could have her release, but she knew that she wanted to touch her core. It was so sweet when she did. She was so wet, it was almost too easy for her so she made herself almost come—and then not almost and then no.

It was like being lost at sea, rising and falling. Rising and falling. She thrust the seats of of her, and saw her naked body and the rough pleasure she was giving herself which made her rise, rise and fall.

Naked and spent, she looked at herself in the mirror with a smile. It was good to see her own pleasure.

It felt like she had forgotten…

 

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On the Advent

On the advent of the birth of her daughter, Eliza did ponder if it was not fair that Rafe and Oscar were both there in the delivery room with special permission because both men were so important to her and wanted to be there. But looking at Bibi–her baby girl–she was so happy to have her daughter’s life have started surrounded with so much love around her.

Rafe was a wonderful father, he adored Bibi and Eliza. There was a picture of the two of them holding their tiny daughter, and the love between all of them was massive.

Oscar saw Bibi right after the birth, and he was respectful but he came to see her shortly after Eliza had settled into her routine. He looked at her with awe and adoration. He held Bibi, and he looked at Eliza as she walked toward them. His eyes on her made her feel sensitive, as having the baby had. She did not realize that she would have felt so much after she gave birth. Physically and emotionally she was spent.

“How are you?” Oscar asked her, and she smiled despite herself.

“Happy to be Bibi’s mom, but I am tired all of the time and feel dumpy.”

“You look beautiful…” Oscar said holding the cooing baby closer to him, and watched Eliza with the same warmth and desire that he always looked at her with. It made her feel a warmth she had not really felt since she had the baby that often. Being a new mother did not necessarily make her feel like the sexiest woman in the world. But after twelve weeks she was starting to feel something like a woman again, even though she had not had sex since before Bibi was born.

Oscar got up and towering over her, he put the sleeping Bibi in her crib and cornered Eliza whose robe had slipped open and she did not care to fix it.

“She’s beautiful Eliza, and there is no chance that she is mine is there?”

Eliza stared at him, and she was not sure what to say.

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Honey

Mathilda had a moment of peace to herself, as she sat at the bar. The worst thing she had to worry about was men eyeing her at the bar. Sure, they said that blondes had more fun–but she was doing more than fine with black hair!

But she was not particularly worried, with her gun in her bag. Most people did not even notice because what woman did not have a clunky bag?

“Honey, haven’t we met before?”

Mathilda whirled around, to face a leering man with a smile that seemed to drip. She had had enough to drink that she felt like being a smartass.

“Met where honey?” she returned. The man looked at her with wide eyes. “Wanna fuck?”

Coughing abruptly, he stood up.

“No, I don’t want to go with a pro!”

Mathilda laughed, and so did the woman next to her. She turned and looked at her with a bright smile.

“That was perfect,” The redhead said.

“Have I met you before?” Mathilda asked, and put her hand on the other woman’s thigh.

The redhead smiled at her, and answered,

“Wanna fuck?”

Mathilda and the redhead got up, and every man watched them. She figured they would want to watch the two of them even more if they knew what they were going to do.

Placing her clunky purse on the table when she followed the redhead into her apartment, Mathilda stood up and looked at the other woman.

A sweet kiss was placed on her shoulder which was covered with lace.

“Do you mind?” The redhead asked her, as she slipped her hand inside her blouse and fished for her breast.

Mathilda moaned sweetly,

“No more questions.”

The redhead kissed her now bare shoulder and caressed her bare breast. Mathilda smiled at the irony of leaving with this hot woman, as opposed to the men who were leering at her downstairs.

That was what she decided now, she did not need to know names only bodies and she could stay undercover longer…

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Jackpot

“He’s so in something with you,” Jeanne had said looking at Eliza.

“We’re just in an awkward place, I mean we recently started sleeping with each other again so he kind of expects that from me? I mean he even wondered if the baby is Rafe’s,” Eliza stated calmly.

Eliza was not going to make any apologies, but her baby was Rafe’s. She told him that the baby was his—he said the baby was his because they were married and that was what she wanted but it was very possible that the baby could be Oscar’s.

There was something poetic in that because she loved Oscar, but she had not chosen him. She had married Rafe. She was happily married too, everything she had ever feared with Rafe she now saw was a bit unnecessary.

Everything that had happened between all of them, and she had chosen Rafe. Jeanne looked at her, and Eliza smiled.

“Who do you love more?” Jeanne questioned her, while sipping her water. Eliza bit her lip, there was no answer for that question. Her love for either was boundless…she had hit the jackpot either way, with either man.

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Mathilda

Mathilda was in so much of a rush leaving the airport, that she did not even have time to pull her long dark hair out of her face. Black hair, black shades, and a little black dress—she had to get out of there fast.

It was taking too long for her to get a car—now that her plans had changed—so she was going to get another car. When she got into the car—ass first—she was not surprised when she felt a nudge on said derriere.

“Excuse me!” she turned around, and the man in the car blinked as her hair whipped his face.

“Miss, this is not your car!” he stated.

“I am sorry?”


She let her shades rest on her nose, and the violet contacts that she wore she knew would make the man lose his train of thought. She had seen him leering at her on the plane, and luckily she could utilize that now.

“I mean…we can share the car no?”

“Where are you going?” she smiled, and licked her lips.

His hotel room was on level with the hotel where she was planned to stay, so she had not downgraded. But she had not been planning to straddle this man, and watch him look at her with adoring eyes as she rode him like it was her job. It had been at points in her life, but now her job was just pleasure.

He held her hips, and she put her hands over his.

“No, I am doing this,” she licked her lips, and ran her hands through her hair as she rode him even harder and felt the vibrations of his moans underneath her.

Mathilda smiled to herself as she thought what Damaris thought of herself but she had been a hell of a working girl in her day. Damaris would probably run the thing now.

She thought of Andres, and what he would do when he realized that she had played him. He should never have played all of his cards for her, because she was not just going to sit there and let him run her life.

No.

Now she was in the drivers’ seat—literally—and it felt good to ride the nameless man beneath her.

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Pythagorean Theorem

I did a lot of multi-tasking last month–in case you forgot where we left off before a brand new Wicked Wednesday post later this week…here is a reminder:

 

 

 

Oscar could not keep his hands off of Eliza, he even started to visit her at night while

Rafe was there and her husband was observant. He could tell when things picked up between her and Oscar, but the thing was that she and Oscar had been such a fixture as part of their relationship that there was nothing to even say about it now.

Oscar was equally observant, and he placed his hand on her thigh when he sat close to her. There was nothing actually sensual about his touch, but it spoke volumes. Now that she was starting to feel the baby move and she had a bit more of a bump, it was nice to have two very important men in her life taking care of her all of the time.

Rafe tried to be fair because they had opened their marriage, and now with all of the fallout with Chloe it meant that they had indeed opened Pandora’s box. That Oscar’s feelings had been opened again for Eliza, and it was not easy to be just friends with her.

When they were out he clung to her in such a manner, that people thought he was the father of the baby more than they thought Rafe was.

Oscar was difficult for Eliza to process though because he was still so close with Sally. Sally had lost a daughter, and now she wanted Oscar back in her life because she was in a lot of pain.

Grief was a hard thing. Eliza had had lost, and it was hard. Her father dying was a hard thing, but at least she got Jeanne out of it and that was something.

Jeanne was meeting them now, and because Eliza had told her what had been going on she was warm and receptive to all of them. Eliza was happy to have her sister with her–to take her out of this triangle.

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