Jawbreakers

Eliza dressed to the nines for Rafe’s events, he held her to his side and pictures were taken even though neither of them was big on them. Businessmen of his caliber were the object of paparazzi.

Laughter and small talk filled their entrance. Eliza talked to people who she only saw on these occasions, but who were basically best friends throughout them.

Onica was one of those, they laughed like teenagers while they caught up with each other. Eliza stopped laughing suddenly.

She turned and saw Oscar—and Sally. Quietly, she was pleased that Sally was seeing her all decked out and could see her appearance at her apartment was an aberration. But she did not know what Sally may have said to Oscar about their encounter, so she was wary.

Oscar walked over with Sally, who Eliza had to admit was stunning—as she had been when she visited her. Onica squeezed her hand and walked away, leaving her with Rafe. Oscar kissed her on the cheek, and Eliza was sure she was all colors as Rafe and Sally looked on.

“Have you and Sally met?” Oscar began gesturing for an introduction if needed.

“No,” Sally answered, and Eliza’s eyes widened. What? Why Sally lying?

Oscar pulled Sally to his side,

“This is my Sally,” he beamed holding Sally even closer if it was possible. Sally smiled, and looked at Eliza conspiratorially. Eliza smiled because there was nothing else to do, as she held Rafe’s arm.

“This is my husband, Rafe,” Eliza announced happily. Rafe shook Oscar’s hand, and then Sally’s.

The four of them stood there awkwardly as laughter bounced around them. Onica walked back over to them, and it was clear she picked up on something. She was very observant, and launched into a conversation about her teenage daughter and her escapades. Sally laughed,

“Sounds like my daughter!”

Eliza and Oscar turned to look at her. Her own skills of observation were enough that Eliza could tell Sally had not told Oscar about this daughter.

“Teenagers are a handful!” Onica continued. “This is Michaela.”

Michaela was a gorgeous girl who looked like her mother. Sally fiddled with her phone.

“This is Chloe, when she was a little younger. But this is her Instagram where the real pictures are!”

Eliza saw pictures of a young woman who looked exactly like her mother. Well the younger model looked more carefree, whereas her mother looked stressed and anxious. Oscar stared between the pictures of Chloe and Sally. Eliza wondered at how it was going to end that night for them.

Sally flashed to a picture of Chloe with an impossibly large jawbreaker in her mouth, and could not help but think how that image mirrored so perfectly the current tense situation.

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🔥🔥🔥Putting Out All the Fires🔥🔥🔥

Sabrina looked around the pool, everything about the island escape was the same as if she was at the compound—all of the players were there. Gráinne was at her side looking anxious, wringing her hands. Paulo and Andres stood side by side, and the tension was thick.

The only difference was that Graham was there. He looked handsome in his swimming trucks, and she was lucky to be there with him. She was completely nude because she did not want tan lines at all. It amazed her that Graham was so confident that he did not care if she was naked for the gaze of everyone. She did not care either, but she never dared to look at Andres because she was afraid that she might say his name, or something else spontaneous might come out of her.

She got up and walked to the pool. At least she could have that moment by herself of peace there. The water bobbed about her, and she looked up as she held onto the edge. Graham’s phone rang, he got up and went through the sliding doors. It was silent, but there was a collective sigh of relief. Gráinne walked to the edge of the pool and put her toe in, Sabrina did not miss a stolen glance from Gráinne to Paulo though. Sabrina and Andres did not look at each other at all.

Graham walked back out.

“Sabrina,” She walked over to him straight out of the pool. Dripping, she stood in from of him. “I have to go back to the city,” he sighed and caressed from her cheek to her shoulder. She looked down at his hand. “you stay here.”

This was the reason why Sabrina had left Graham the first time. She never even had decisions to make. It was always this is what you are going to do because I said so. She was too tired to argue with him, so she nodded as he kissed her cheek. His kisses when he was in do what I say mode were chaste like he was her daddy–and not in a good way.

Mechanically she followed him into the bedroom, and helped him dress. She put his tie on, and even though it was completely CMNF there was nothing sexual—not even a flash of heat lightning between them.

He grabbed her ass as he walked out, but that was the only thing he did that was even kind of sexy.

Walking back to the house after he got in the car, Gráinne walked toward her, and took her hand. They talked a lot silently–sometimes they needed to, it was their language so that they could say things when they could not say things.

But this was not such a time.

“You have to be careful,” Gráinne said. “I can tell when he knows something.”

Sabrina felt her skin prickle—what did Gráinne know? Could she feel the tension between them? Or was she just really observant, because Sabrina knew something was not right either.

She threw on a thin dress when she returned to the master suite, and her heart caught in her throat as she realized that Gráinne was right. She did not know what it was that Graham suspected, but she had to be careful.

Lying down on the bed, she heard Gráinne in the distance with Paulo.

But not Andres.

She had not looked at him in such a long time—she was frightened to after she almost said his name when Graham was on top of her. Her desire was so palpable that she was afraid to breathe thinking Andres’ name would be a whistle within her breath.

Pulling off her dress in a haste, Sabrina rolled around the bed. Her loose breasts were alluring enough to her fingers, but it was so swollen between her legs as she humped the slightest mound of sheets on the mattress as it was…it was intuitive to place her fingers between her legs. Wet already, it was soothing to slide her fingers around her opening. A quiet moan secreted from her as she just moved her fingers up and down, that was all she needed because she did not want to come right away. She needed to take the edge off a bit, but that was all she wanted to do at the moment.

To take the edge off.

But her whole body tightened when she saw Andres lingering by her window and he stared at her. Rolling around like a cat in heat, she felt her body burn with fire from head to toe. She was terrified!

What if Graham was coming back? What if this was all a ploy to see what would happen if he left unexpectedly? Frightened and silent, she removed her fingers from between her legs and pulled her dress back on.

She had too much to lose to do anything else. Picking up her phone, she saw she had a missed message from Harry and bumped right into Andres who looked down at her somberly.

Sabrina put her phone down, and jumped into the pool to put out all of her fires.

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Rituals

It was their ritual, Sally would wait for Oscar in his lobby even though she had keys for his apartment and was practically living with him.

She worked from his place often. This evening, she was sitting in the living room staring out at the gorgeous view of New York City that she had from his apartment window. Oscar was very successful—he looked the role and his apartment looked the role. Even Eliza as his ex fit the role. She was often in the newspaper with candid pictures taken when she was with her wealthy husband.

Sally was not sure what her own life was like. She was here, but she felt like an interloper. This world that had become hers, with Oscar as her pass to everything.

When he opened the apartment door, she looked at him with dead eyes.

“You did not wait for me in the lobby,” he chided.

Sally stood up, and shook her head.

“No.”

Oscar looked at her and without words just held her. There was nothing for her to say to him, she was frightened and she loved him.

There were no words, only rituals to be maintained in the future.

Later

Sally pulled her hair to the side for Oscar to kiss her neck and he did, slowly. He nibbled a bit, and then fully sunk his teeth in. He bit her, but she could taste the blood—feel its warmth and taste the saltiness.

She was resigned, as he continued licking around the puncture making her aroused and terrified at the same time. Placing her hand on her neck, to feel the place where her skin and his lips met she startled.

Gasping deeply, Sally caressed her smooth skin and realized that she had been dreaming, knowing all of the symbolism too well…

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Little Earthquakes

Gráinne put herself together so quickly and elegantly it was like magic. She assisted Paulo, and the two of them stood in place as if it was a theater production.

Wasn’t it?

Andres had already walked away from her, and Sabrina lie in bed watching him take his place beside Paulo and Gráinne.

Graham walked into her bedroom, and looked as he always did impenetrable and formidable in a dark suit. Sabrina realized that she was here, in this theater production because he wanted to keep her safe. Because no matter what else, he did care about her. Her life was such a mess right now but she appreciated that—she did and there was a part of her that would always love him because he always put her life back together. But gratitude was such a price with him. He barely even made love to her anymore. No wonder she was thinking about outsourcing

He put his suitcase down, and got in the bed with her.

“Nusch…” His breath on her neck was a tickle that did not make her laugh. The gauzy thing she was wearing was like being naked, as he caressed her. “I am sorry I have not been here for you. I want to make up for it.”

The gnawing hunger between her legs increased and she was so wet, but was it Graham? Or was it Andres who was not looking in her direction at all? None of them were, it was almost like they were all indentured servants. They worked all day, and lived on the compound. Real life did not penetrate any of them.

Her included.

“Come on, come with me…” he urged her out of her reverie. She got up, completely unaware what was going to happen as they walked through the sliding doors to where his other servants stood. “I need everyone to please go away, and start preparations as planned. We need to be alone in the meanwhile.”

Everyone walked away, and Sabrina looked up at him.

”What—”

Graham sat down with her on the poolside, and he spread her and the thin material that barely covered her on the lounge chair. Her legs open, he reached for her and she was ashamed how wet she was. They had barely touched, but would that not work to her advantage?

On his knees, still fully suited, he kissed her thighs and tremors went through her like little earthquakes. He detoured to her knees, and made like he was not going to end in his final destination but when his lips touched her damp lips just barely from a recent wax…Sabrina squirmed with pleasure.

Graham’s hands on her thighs, she held his head for soft direction. Moving it just where she needed him to go. He knew all of her secret crevices, and licked them tenderly. Not too eager, not too swift. His tongue around her, and finally in her felt like she was a hive and he was trying to get all of the honey out. His sounds, the clicking because she was so wet and her own deep moans as she moved against his face…

Her eyes were closed for part of it, and opened wide when she came and she bit her lip because she almost did not say Graham…

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Guest Blogger Nicci Haydon Takes Us Into The Queen’s Chambers!!!

As an author that I readily fangirl over, I am so thrilled to share from Nicci Haydon’s new book, The Queen’s Chambers, Egyptology Book 1. Nicci has a running series on her blog about erotica she has masturbated over…let us just say that Nicci writes some pretty provocative stuff, but it would be vain for her to include herself in her own series! I am pretty sure you will be reading this with one hand! And she is quite the connoisseur, so after you read this post, go visit her blog for more scintillating erotica of hers and her recommendations!

Blurb

Before I even met her, I was in love with Professor Roxhana Rayes. I was fascinated by her story and wanted to follow in her footsteps: a woman who defied all convention to become the university’s first female Egyptologist, who made discoveries that turned her male counterparts green with envy. I saw pictures of her and fantasized about the two of us. Together.

In every way.

But it wasn’t until a visit to Egypt’s Valley of the Kings, when I’d already been her student for years, that we finally turned the corner from friends to lovers. And God, it felt like the culmination of my life. If I thought her passion for old tombs burned bright, it was nothing compared to her passion for other women.

Then the strangest thing happened. In the burial chamber of Queen Ahset I must have touched something I shouldn’t. Because now I’m in ancient Egypt, a slave in the palace of Queen Ahset herself.

And while the pharaoh might look familiar, her sexual appetites are far more voracious than I’ve ever known…

The Queen’s Chambers is a time bending tale of lesbian desire, soft BDSM and sexual experimentation set in both the Victorian age and ancient Egypt. There are graphic descriptions of consensual sexual acts throughout the book.

Becoming Queen

By Nicci Haydon

The coronation had been embarrassing and far too lengthy. At twenty-one years old, all Ahset wanted was to dine on sweet fruits, enjoy music and dancing and perhaps travel the kingdom in comfort and safety. She certainly never wanted to be Pharaoh, and wouldn’t have needed to be if her brother had been more interested in sex and less interested in war. Produce an heir before dying of foolhardiness, that was all he had to do, and Ahset could have remained a forgotten sibling and doting aunt, comfortable but without duties of her own.

Of course, her chief guard, Mahu, had promised to take on most of the tasks associated with running the nation, and for that she was grateful, but she was under no illusions about his ambition. They had enjoyed each other more than once, but she had resisted the temptation to let his cock inside her. As a woman, there was a danger in producing an heir of her own, and she had no intention of doing so without careful consideration.

Turning the corner leading to her own chambers brought her out of the heat of the sun and to a cooler corridor, and the sight of her only friend in the world, waiting outside her door. Ahset felt herself relax at once. She had grown up with Maia. Their fathers and brothers had hunted and fought alongside each other. As girls they had hidden together in the palace kitchen, thinking the cook didn’t spot them stealing pastries. They had chased each other through corridors and received punishment together for misbehaving. And more recently, as young women, they had resisted attempts to tame them and prepare them for marriage and childbirth.

As usual, seeing Maia brought other feelings as well. As she turned from child to woman, and her own desires had started to take form, Ahset had found herself more and more drawn to the soft features of her best friend. Ebony skin, dark hair and darker eyes that seemed to reach inside Ahset’s body and open her up to possibilities almost too shocking to entertain. Often, when she was alone, she found herself fantasising about that slim waist, those large breasts, finding herself slick to the touch as she imagined tasting Maia’s flesh, taking a dark, hardened nipple between her lips, pressing her fingers into Maia’s sex.

She shivered at the thought, and forced a smile to her lips.

“Maia, thank the gods. I need to retreat from the world.”

To her surprise, instead of running forward and throwing her arms around her as she would usually, Maia took a step back, her eyes lowering in submission.

“Maia, what’s wro-”

“You sent for me, my queen.”

Maia dipped one knee, crouching low, then moved into a kneeling position, her palms flat on the stone floor. She leaned forward, bringing her chest to her knees with her arms outstretched, head bowed.

Confusion warred with arousal inside Ahset’s mind. In that moment, her desire for her friend multiplied a hundred fold as she became submissive, pliant, willing to serve. If anything, Maia had always been braver, more headstrong. When Ahset fantasised about being with her, it was always Maia who took the lead. It was always Maia that made demands and was obeyed. But now…

Maia looked willing. She looked pliant.

“I did,” Ahset heard herself saying. “Come inside my chamber with me.”

There was a moment when she thought Maia might refuse. Ahset wondered if her voice had betrayed her intentions; she felt her heart clutch at the thought of losing her best friend over desires she never would have acted upon under normal circumstances.

Then Maia’s head rose and there was a glint in her eyes, and Ahset felt her body shudder, liquid leaking between her thighs.

“Yes, my queen,” Maia whispered, and her tongue glanced over her lips.

Excerpt

“Have you had enough, I wonder? Should I show you mercy?” I felt a finger over the tender flesh of my ass, the nail lightly scoring the hot flesh where she’d whipped me. Her finger dipped into the crevice between my buttocks and I clenched my teeth, drawing sharp breaths as I fought to keep myself from making a sound. She trailed her fingertip down through the crack of my ass, swirling around my tightest hole and then continuing to my soaked cunt. “You seem to be enjoying your punishment, slave. Maybe I should devise something less pleasurable for our next encounter. What do you think?”

I didn’t move. I didn’t answer. I wasn’t going to be fooled, not again.

The third strike took me by surprise and I let out a low moan that shuddered my core. “Thank you, Roxhana.”

Closing my eyes, I expected more, but Queen Ahset laughed.

“Oh, you are enjoying yourself. Look at this river. Sebek-khu, have you seen more liquid outside the Nile? Could we not quench the thirst of a nation with the river flowing down this slave’s thighs?” She paused. “Well?”

My nipples drew tight at the thought of him being forced to look at me. Did he enjoy the sight? Would he think about it later and grow hard at the memory? My mind was so confused by the thoughts. I’d been obsessed with Roxhana for so long that the idea of a man masturbating over thoughts of me was outside anything I’d imagined. I knew I didn’t want to have sex with a man, but to tease?

“I …” Sebek-khu’s voice shook with embarrassment and awkwardness. He had no more idea what was going on than I did, and forgetting my own confusion I felt truly sorry for him.

“Stop toying with him,” I muttered, then added, “Professor.”

For a moment there was nothing, just the scent of flowers, the scent of my own arousal, the click and crackle of flames in the wall sconces.

Then Ahset tutted. “Very well. It looks like you’ve made a friend, Sebek-khu. I believe that’s a first for you.” She giggled and I let it go in the hope that she would grow weary of pursuing the guards and return her attention to me.

I was rewarded with what I hoped would be the final stroke of the whip. It landed lower than the others, cutting into the tops of my thighs and biting my exposed pussy. I whimpered, my clitoris ringing with sensation that lay somewhere between agonising pain and absolute pleasure. I felt a gush of liquid leak from my cunt and wanted desperately to stroke myself, to bring myself an orgasm, but knew that doing so would only result in more strikes with the whip. While I was able to hold out against four, the thought of five made my mind cower. If I thought there might be more, I might even use my safe word.

“Thank you, Roxhana,” I said, and took a deep, settling breath.

“Have you learnt your lesson?”

I waited, then heard her laugh.

“You may answer.”

“Yes, Roxhana, I’m very grateful that you’re my teacher.”

“Oh, how delightful.” She purred the words. “I think this is going to be the start of something very special, but I’m satisfied that you’ve taken your punishment for today. I imagine you’re bursting to masturbate, aren’t you, slave? Or perhaps you’d like me to lick your slit until you fill my mouth with your climax? You may speak, tell me your thoughts.”

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Anytime You Need A Friend

After going to see Oscar’s friend—and lover—Sally was happy to get a call from her own friend. She was not in tears, but she was really overwhelmed by her conversation with Eliza and needed a friend.

“Sal? You are not okay, what is going on?” Mia asked her.

“Everything M, everything.”

“Did Oscar find out?”

“No.”

Sally paused in the lobby of Oscar’s building. No, he had not found out what had made her flee. She would have to tell him eventually, but now was not the time, she thought staring at her perfectly manicured fingernails. Looking around to place herself into a nook where no one would notice her, Sally made eye contact with the doorman who always eyed her. Nodding at him, she walked outside and twisted her hair.

“Sal, stop twisting your hair!”

Mia had known Sally since before she knew Oscar, and she knew that Sally was in love with him no matter how she had tried to hide it. She knew she was still in love with him and that was why she had come to New York for him. Nothing had been an accident this time. All of this was intentional. Maybe Eliza was sour because she had resurrected her thing with him, and when Sally came back Oscar was with her.

Sally had wanted him and there was no denying that now she needed him, and she was not going to let Eliza stand in her way. But she knew that Oscar really did care what Eliza thought.

“You are thinking so hard I can hear you in California!” Mia burst into laughter.

“Stop predicting everything I do Mia!” Sally burst into her own laughter. Their friendship was practically clairvoyant—they were that in tune with each other. “I have to go Mia…”

“Oscar…”

Sally nodded which she was sure that Mia could sense, and hung up. Oscar walked toward her with extended arms like wings.

His embrace felt warm and calmed her.

“I missed you,” he said, and held her close.

Sally almost cried because she did not want to lose that sensation ever. She did not want to not be in his arms again. Eliza probably would not say anything about her visit because it did not make her look very good either, but that did not mean she was not a smear on their relationship.

Sally hugged Oscar tighter, and sucked on his lower lip desperately. He pulled her in more, and she almost felt like they could withstand anything.

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Open Invitation

Andres looked up and beyond Sabrina, as she looked up at him. She followed his gaze to a single red balloon up in the air, but she wondered if he was covertly looking at Gráinne and Paulo. She looked up at him again, and realized she was not breathing.

He did not look down at her, but his hand firmly gripped her shoulder. Feeling foolish looking at him when he was not looking at her, Sabrina turned back to the window where Gráinne was getting more than a finger from Paulo now. It seemed Gráinne too looked up at the red balloon, her legs creeping about Paulo’s as he moved in and out of her.

Sabrina could barely stand it, her own body on fire, and Andres just touching the surface. If someone walked into this house they would wonder at what kind of kinkery was going on there. With her and Andres as voyeurs, and Gráinne and Paulo fucking on the outside like their lives depended on it. Someone walking in might wonder if it was just a display, or an open invitation?

Andres still gripped her shoulder, as there was a blinding flash of lightning and the rain poured to punctuate its departure. Gráinne and Paulo were not deterred as they took off their suddenly soaking clothes, even as they continued to be joined as one. They removed damp clothes until they finally coupled completely naked by the poolside. Sabrina was sure there would be a bruise on her shoulder the way that Andres’s hand gripped at it.

At her.

Transfixed by the furious lovemaking that she watched and for once was not a part of, she licked her parched lips. Gráinne looked at Paulo with such fierce desire, it looked like she both wanted him and wanted to destroy him. His back was littered with scratches as she dug into it while they fucked. The rain stopped suddenly, and their wet bodies remained joined in the added heat and humidity.

Sabrina turned around, and Andres barred her from walking past him.

“What? What?” she questioned throughly frustrated. Even when she had been confused about what was going to happen with her and Gavin, she had not felt like Andres was making her feel now.

“Nusch?”

Graham’s voice echoed through the house, and everyone froze in place.

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Warmth

Jeanne arrived home exhausted. Her apartment felt soothing, as soon as she saw all of her vintage movie prints. Terrence had liked those when he first was in her place. When they first realized there was something more to them than just being there for her sister–for Eliza right after her accident.

She spent a lot of time between both of their places now because they had not moved in with each other yet. Jeanne was not sure that she wanted to, even though she was pretty sure Terrence would ask her soon enough. He wanted to take care of her–he was already.

Jeanne threw her things down and picked up her phone to text him that she was home. Still walking around with her phone waiting for his text back, she put a kettle on with hot water so she could have tea to soothe her before bed. She would spent the better part of the next day writing.

His text was almost instant, and he texted her the print she was looking at. The Carole Lombard one.

Along with the hot tea was a hot bath. The warmth of the rose fragrant water was a compensation for Terrence, so she had to keep adding warm water as she lingered in the bath.

From the mirror in the bathroom was a reflection of the poster of Carole Lombard getting a kiss on her shoulder, and Jeanne became lachrymose. What if something happened to Terrence on his flight back? What if she never saw him again? Carole Lombard had died in a plane crash on her way to see her husband Clark Gable after a big fight. She and Terrence had not fought, but nothing could be taken for granted. She missed him so much it was unbearable. Jeanne felt his lips on her and she remembered being in the dark on the road moments ago and him being there for her as much as he could be from faraway.

Why did love have to be so faraway? Why couldn’t they be together now?

Full tears from frustration streamed down her face, as Jeanne added more hot water to the tub.

She needed warmth.

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Guest Blogger Asrai Devin’s More Than Friends Will Leave You Breathless!!!

Simply put, Asrai Devin takes my breath away! Her erotica is like “Velvet.” With her new book More Than Friends coming out, I asked her for a return guest appearance to leave you breathless as well!

I love her writing and her taste so much, that I have added her as one of the elite curators of SexySmut where you can now read erotica that she has selected. But first, please read the following by her and swoon with me!

Chloe looked in the mirror. Cam model, cam girl. She was selling her body and having tons of orgasms and making enough money to pay her increased rent and put some savings away. Sure she lost some free time, but the benefits were immense. Like her newest and most mysterious client, CallMeSir.

She had emailed him in between shows and doing her weekend chores. He didn’t have a show until Tuesday, that was his night, but she enjoyed connecting with him over email far too much.

Her notification pinged and she grabbed the phone, pressing the button. She read it twice while she leaned on the bathroom counter, first with curiosity, then with a smile and growing hum between her thighs. He preoccupied much of her thoughts. Probably too much for a guy who paid to see her strip from behind a computer screen.

She was surprised by how quickly she felt a strong connection to a man she had never seen, a man she only spoke with via a text medium. But he made her laugh and aroused her with just typed words on a screen.

Today’s email was a detailed description of what he’d like to do to her. It would take hours to do it all, and likely she’d pass out from sensory overload, but the fantasy of it roused her interest.

She glided to her bed, stretching out on the soft sheets, pulling her vibrator from under the pillows. She focused on his words, letting them run over her body, teasing her, coming to life inside of her until she reached the pinnacle of pleasure. WIth his name on her lips, the image she created of him in her mind, she let herself fall over the edge.

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