Nirvana

Thais could not explain why she was so mesmerized when she watched Maddie blindfolded being led to her surprise party by her husband. Watching Frank feed Maddie cake before he took her blindfold off was so sensual to her.

Thai was with her boyfriend, Mischa. They had been together for awhile and she loved him.

Trusted him.

But that was something Thais never wanted to try with him or anyone. To be blindfolded scared her so much. But watching Maddie hold her husband’s hand with so much trust made her rethink if she wanted to explore sensory deprivation with Mischa at some point. Mischa who never missed when she was excited about something caught her eyes across the room and the seed was planted for Thais to open up to him.

That Friday, after they settled for the evening, opened a bottle of wine and Mischa cooked for her, they held hands. Thais caressed the black satin mask that he had given her and started to walk to the bedroom. Mischa put his hands on her shoulders.

“Put your mask on,” he said against her jaw.

“Not in the bedroom?”

“No, let’s mix it up.”

“We are going to do this in the livingroom?” 

“Thai, you told me you wanted to explore and you wanted me to guide you.”

“Yes, but–”

“Then get outside of your head…”

Caressing the black satin mask, Thais finally put it on and was overcome with the invitation of Mischa’s cologne. A sudden burst of it indicated he was getting closer to her as if she could could not feel the fiery heat of his body.

He kissed her neck, it felt like a brand but she was already his. She did not need to be claimed further. He took her hand and now she smelled the floral allure of the sleepy rose candle she had lit. Thais sat when he pulled her down to the couch. When he spread her legs she gasped, not knowing he was going to open her like that. Fire started between her legs as he pulled aside the crotch of her lacy bodysuit. 

First Mischa’s finger slipped into her and the soft squelch as he did reflected how wet she was. His groan vibrated through her and gave her goosebumps. Another finger and Thais spread her legs wider. Right then, he moved his fingers from her and her hips tilted toward his heat. Mischa spread her legs more and then his head rested between her thighs. 

It was too good when he put his mouth on her. She could not see him, but caressed his face and rubbed his scalp. Thais could not explain how much more intense it was to have him pleasure her like that when she could not see. She could see his smile, the way he put on her a pedestal and his movement in her mind replayed lovingly from previous encounters. They moved with the swiftness of a raging fire. Her sense of smell, touch, hearing and taste all activated to their exponential. Thais almost slipped off the couch as she came. When she closed her eyes under the blackness ot the blindfold, it was like nirvana as she caressed what she could access of Mischa her legs surrounding him.

 

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Scarlet Lady

Eliza was getting dressed for the evening. She was going to borrow one of Alessa’s dresses. That was the nice thing about being with a woman with exquisite taste when you accidentally spent the entire afternoon making love to her.

Alessa watched her dress and pleasured herself. Eliza almost did not want to get dressed. She wanted to get back in bed and pleasure her girlfriend herself.

But she had to go with Rafe to have dinner with Kelly. Honestly she was so happy that Kelly’s life was back together because Rafe had been a mess after she shot herself in his office. But she did not want to go to dinner with Kelly and Vance. To pretend like Kelly had not wanted to ruin her marriage.

Because she had.

And even with her new man, Kelly had caused a lot of problems for them.

Eliza watched Rafe touching Kelly’s hand at dinner, holding it half the night. Vance looked confused by it as well. He and Eliza exchanged glances at the dinner table the entire night.

At one point, Eliza was nervous that they were looking at each other non-stop. She spilled tiny drops of wine on Alessa’s dress, and got up from the table. Rafe barely nodded in acknowledgment, still holding Kelly’s hand.

In the bathroom, the micro droplets of wine evaporated into the dress – no one would notice. 

The dress was scarlet – even the drops that had formed would barely have been noticed. The dress dipped more than hers usually did, so there was a lot more cleavage than she normally displayed. It was definitely more Alessa’s style than hers.

When she looked up, Vance was in the bathroom with her. She turned around and in the story of her life, she would not be able to tell you who kissed who first.

But they kissed.

Hungrily.

Vance slipped the bodice of her dress down and squeezed her breasts before he kissed and licked them. Eliza half sat on the sink, as he pushed her back. A sudden flush made them part like a shot. How she got her dress back up and did not look like she was hardcore making out with him she would never know. But she was decent and Vance was gone when the stranger walked out of the stall. 

“You look beautiful,” the woman smiled as washed her hands.

“Thank you,” Eliza said, seeing her own reflection and realizing she was only beautiful on the outside at that moment.

 

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To Love Is A Choice

Kelly woke up in Vance’s arms, it was the calmest and happiest she had felt in a long time. It was embarrassing to her that she met him because she was stalking and obsessed with another man. That everything about their relationship was connected to that when now? Now she was so deeply attached to Vance.

The sun pouring on them made her squint and nestle more into him. He shifted and she realized he was waking up. He caressed her breast and her moan from the pleasure of it was so deep inside of her that she bit her lip so she did not sound like a wounded animal. But she wanted him to touch her like that, she wanted him to more than touch her.

Vance squeezed her breast, then with a sharp inhale he released it and caressed her nipple gently before he let her go.

“I want you,” she said with tears and a bit of shaking. She was so scared to tell him that when he had not already started making love to her. When they had slept the entire night and not made love, Kelly was afraid that he had caressed her breast because he woke up holding a woman and he might have thought it was a dream.

She tried to face him.

“Kelly, you don’t owe me anything. I did not bring you here thinking you owed me anything…”

“I want you,” she said again, fear and determination in her voice. 

Vance’s eyes softened at her quiet plea and maybe the sheerness of her lust. A gentle wrestle and he pinned her underneath him. He kissed her holding her face and looking into her eyes like he could not get enough. 

It was sweet between them, her legs wrapped around him, and then it got intense. Their natural instincts to rut darkened the sweetness and was replaced with a singular intention as Vance parted her legs and Kelly rubbed her clit and slipped a finger into herself looking into his eyes to let him know where she wanted him.

He moved her finger and moved his own finger in and out of her, Kelly’s hips undulated just from his fingers. 

When Vance sank inside of her, Kelly wrapped her legs around him and it really felt like home. They had had sex before, but it had not been like this–primal and intimate at the same time. 

 

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Sleep Together

It was even harder for Vance to sleep alone the following night. Kelly had been having night terrors ever since he invited her to stay with him after she left the hospital.

Despite everything that had happened, he wanted her with him. Coming back here with him he was sure spoke volumes, and hoped her accepting meant something. But he was not sure that Kelly did want something more even though they had gotten closer. They had slept together most nights, their bodies bare skin to bare skin. He felt her relax against him but there was nothing sexual about how they fell asleep most nights.

But now that he was alone he had memorized her skin and her scent. He wanted her, wanted to sleep with her tonight—just sleep with her. He did not need to make love but if she wanted him to he would happily oblige.

It was a sweet fantasy, he thought about her sneaking into his bed. He could smell her, her sweet floral scent with fruit at its core. Vance held his hand to his chest and caressed his nipple which was hard. He refrained from touching himself lower because it was so quiet he was afraid she would hear him even in another room.

He had drifted off a bit, when he actually felt his mattress dip. 

“Vance, can I sleep with you?” He sat up, he was naked but he was so worried about Kelly hovering above him.

“Another night terror?”

She shook her head and he realized she was naked as well. 

“No,” she bit her lip. “I just can’t sleep without you beside me.”

Vance instantly hardened at her words, but he pulled her close and spooned her. Kelly settled into him, he knew she could feel he was hardening against her but she relaxed and eased into him, her breathing getting heavier. He pressed his head to her neck and drifted off again. 

They woke up in the morning in a deep spoon, drenched with sunrise.

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Night Terrors

Kelly woke up drenched with sweat and crying. She whimpered quietly because she did not want Vance to come into the guest room again for another night. 

He had been so good to her with her night terrors. Kelly had not liked sleeping as a child even into being a teenager because of them. She woke up like this—frightened and scared. Vance had not seen her sleepwalk, but that was not uncommon when she was younger. Kelly did not want to scare him, so she cried softly and tried to fall back to sleep. Her tears were a combination of her night terror and the feelings that had been coming to her being here with Vance.

She kept thinking about the one night they had made love here and she wanted to do it with him again. This time because she wanted him. He did not indicate that he wanted anything with her, but he came to the hospital to see her and brought her home with him. He took complete care of her and made her feel safe. 

But Kelly wanted to feel wanted by him, she knew he had wanted her but so much had happened to both of them. And he probably felt sorry for her because it was indirectly his fault that she had shot herself in Rafe’s office.

Curling up in the hot sheets, Kelly continued to whimper, flashes of her nightmares flashing through her head like strobe lights. Outside the lights flashed in her otherwise dark room when a car went by.

She sat up suddenly and gasped, covered her mouth when she saw a shadow pass her door.

A knock.

“Kelly, can I come in?” Kelly wanted him to come in and said yes, pulling up her bed sheets realizing she was completely naked. “Are you okay?”

She shook, but nodded.

“Yes, just a bad dream.”

“Do you want me to sleep with you like the other night?”

She nodded, pulling on her thin nightgown which really did not make her that much more clothed, and he got in the bed spooning her.

Kelly fell asleep instantly.

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Morals Intact

I’m sorry.

It was a simple text, but Kelly had to wrote it to Rafe—and Eliza. She had caused them tremendous harm and it made her sick. Especially now that she was with Vance and her morals were back in tact.

He took her home, it was reverse deja vu because he was not taking her home for the steamy sex they had had the last time she was there when she picked him up because she felt alone and hollow…about Rafe. He held her intimately but respectfully as he showed her to his guest room. 

Kelly knew about Vance, he was a businessman in the vein of Rafe, and their one night together had reverberating effects on her life. But now with him, she was humbled and felt contrite. He offered to take her in so she would not be alone after she was released from the hospital. Promised he would not do anything to her that she did not want. It scared her because he treated her so sweetly that if she was pre-accident and pre-Rafe she might have wanted something more from him. But because of what she had been through and the way she had kind of used him? It was impossible.

That was why she had texted Rafe. She needed closure, needed him to know she was sorry about everything.

Placing her phone down on top of the newspaper, she saw the phone covered a picture of her and Vance coming out of the hospital. Him holding her hand and Kelly hiding her face but her signature ponytail let anyone who knew her know it was her. 

She looked up and Vance stared at her gently. She wanted to cry, but took his hand as he offered it to her like he had in the newspaper photo.

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Language of Flowers

Kelly woke up and saw a bouquet of white roses and then the face of the man who had betrayed her. She shook visibly, and he walked closer to her.

“Kelly, I needed to come and see you. I did not do this–I needed you to know that. Someone hacked my phone and released your pictures. I tried to call you and I knew you were ignoring me.”

She pulled her hospital gown closer together because it was loose over her décolletage. Vance had seen all of her, even though she had taken those deeply sexual photos for Rafe, Vance had given her a lot of pleasure and they had fucked right after she took the selfies. But now she was shy in front of him, was he telling her the truth or gaslighting her? Vance, she had found out after, was pretty substantial in the business world. He had enemies and was in the middle of a business merger.

“You didn’t have to come, I did this to myself…”

“Kelly, that night was intense. I enjoyed it, I enjoyed you and I meeting that night. I did not just come here…” he handed her the roses. “These are for you.” He stood back and looked at her. “They got the person who did this to me. A woman I had been with who was mad because she was stalking me and saw us having sex. I am sorry, Kelly.”

Kelly took the roses. Vance told her more about how his phone was hacked, and she felt the tears come down her cheeks. She almost killed herself for a narrative that she made to herself. Went to Rafe and blamed him for it —blamed Vance for it. 

When it was someone like her, someone who had done even worse to Vance than she had done to Rafe. She had almost killed herself in front of him.

“Vance,” her voice shook. “I am sorry too.”

He sat on the bed and held her, she shook with her shame with herself that she could not tell him. She remembered how she had had sex with him like a vampire, thinking about Rafe. When Vance had been a good lover and was here now with roses.

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Appetizer

Apparently, the sexy pics that Kelly sent Rafe were just the appetizer.

Jeanne told him that graphic sexy pics of Kelly were all over the internet. That her phone had been hacked and the pictures were everywhere.

Kelly’s sexy pictures even made it to news notifications on his phone. Everybody was talking about her. Was it a stunt to draw more attention to herself? 

It was everywhere.

Eliza was not surprised when they texted about it, even she had alerts about it. But after that night when she went off with Alessa and Leon and he went with Kelly, they barely talked about her.

Rafe was sitting at his desk when Kelly walked in. 

“How did you get here?” he asked, staring at her. Images of her naked floated in his mind so it was jarring to see her with clothes.

“You ruined my life, Morton!” she said and looked furious.

Folding his arms behind his desk, he took the bait diplomatically.

“How?”

“I slept with that monster to get over you and he hacked my phone! Those pictures were for you and now they are everywhere! My dms are filthy propositions and endless dick pics!”

“Kelly, I—“

“You ruined my life!” she screamed and walked out of his office.

Something in her eyes made him nervous. He got up, and the gunshot stopped him in his place. He had not heard many before, but the sound was very distinct to him.

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Retro: Happy Anniversary

Wicked Wednesday has changed my life in such an amazing way. I am thankful for Marie being a great host and friend and thankful for the journey over a large part of that ten years. 

Here is a retro anniversary post to celebrate:

The cursive blob on the piece of paper she was holding said, Eliza Hughes. Holding Bibiin her arms, her daughter fast asleep and Eliza was exhausted herself because they were finally back from Paris.

She had not intended to stay so long, but she had had a good time. But she had to be back in New York before Halloween. The irony of Cinderella turning into a pumpkin and the pumpkin that was ubiquitous during Halloween, were parallel to her anniversary. Halloween made her think of the biggest day of her life, and she squeezed her sleeping girl who was so fast asleep her eyes did not even flutter.

Rafe came downstairs to get their luggage, and took Bibi out of her arms before he kissed her, squeezed her and her ass. Eliza’s face flooded with warmth, that simple gesture that let her know that he missed her generally and sexually and she had missed him the same way.

The doorman smiled at them as they walked into the apartment building. The look on his face was that he was happy to see them together.

Reunited.

Upstairs, after Bibi fell asleep, Rafe wrapped his arms about her from behind.

“So France?”

“France was good, but I needed to be in New York with you. It was like another world almost, but I was parallel to our world the entire time.”

“Bibi looked happy at the party.”

“She was.”

“The picture with Oscar…”

“I know…”

She turned around, and they were closer than close. She could be away from him, and she could be with other people but she still wanted to be with him when she was with him. Knew why she had chosen him to spend the rest of her life with.

“Happy anniversary,” she whispered.

“It is not our anniversary yet!” he whispered loudly.

“Every day is an anniversary.”

She kissed him, and her kisses were a litany of promises. They were pressed so close together they felt like skin.

One body.

 

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Rewrite

If Rafe could have rewritten his life, he would have written Kelly out of it. He was in bed with Eliza and Alessandra, it had been an amazing threesome. He and Eliza had never shared partners before Oscar, and now with Alessandra was equally as amazing if not more so because he and Oscar did not really interact with each other like he and Alessandra had.

As soon as he got dressed, Eliza behind him, he got messages from Kelly. The preview indicated that they were images from Kelly and made him put his phone away. 

He did not look at his messages until he was at work because he was with his wife and he wanted to give her all of his attention. The threesome made them speak in a silent language—lingering gazes, accidental and intentional touches and extra closeness.

But when he picked up his phone and he saw Kelly’s pictures—his mind was blown. 

She was completely naked in the pics, showing off her post sex body like something out of extremely graphic porn. The cherry on top was a video of her masturbating which was like a train wreck—he felt compelled to watch to its and her completion.

He did not answer her texts and knew that she had her texts on receipt.

He did not care.

When he met Kelly, she had seemed like someone he could be close friends with. Once he realized she was not what she seemed and her subtle comments disparaging Eliza he was done. Anyone he got involved with had to respect Eliza, she was his wife. She allowed their marriage to be open when they had both cheated on each other so long ago. It kept them solid and he planned on spending forever with her.

Jeanne, his sister-in-law texted him, and he was tempted to ask her about Kelly, but he decided it was not something he wanted to ask her about.

Have you heard about Kelly O? You guys were friends, so was wondering if you heard the news?

He put his phone down when he saw her text, he was afraid to see what he needed to hear about Kelly O…

 

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