Incognito

Harry was glad that there was not a police officer guarding Damaris’ hospital room. Incognito, he slipped in, and her eyes widened when she saw him.

Even bruised and battered, he remembered how gorgeous she was when she had been underneath him. She was a beautiful woman. Honestly, he kind of liked the terror on her face when she looked at him too. Harry was not even sure he needed to say anything to her, but the promise of being menacing was too sweet to refuse.

“You keep your mouth shut, beautiful girl…” He said to her as if he were musing aloud. “You keep your beautiful mouth shut because you have London behind you and it will be your word against mine and with your background and my background it will look very different because you are a proven liar. No one will believe you, my lawyers have presented a strong case, so don’t you open your beautiful mouth…”

He stroked her lips, before he covered her mouth. He loved the feeling when the air stopped. Damaris started to hyperventilate, and he smirked at her.

“You are a beautiful girl Damaris…I hope you never change…”

Even in a hospital gown, Damaris was so lush and ripe, Harry could not help but think she had been beautiful to be with. She had been serpentine in bed, and he had responded to her accordingly. Sleepily, he had slipped inside of her—no condom. It felt better that way to be naked inside of a woman, and to come inside of her warm body. She was a lot like her sister…

Harry did not have time to think about Carole now, that could not have been helped. But Damaris was not as strong as Carole, she would come apart on her own.

Damaris’ eyes were wide and filled with tears as she looked up at him.

She looked so much like her sister even when she was afraid.

Harry smiled, as he let go of her mouth, which remained open in a wide O like it would be in a dream where you screamed and nothing came out. She started to cry, and he kissed her damp cheeks. Still thinking about her sweet body, and wishing he could have time for one more.

But there was no more time…

He looked at his smart watch, checked it for messages. Still nothing from Sabrina who he had been calling nonstop. He knew that it was fair for her to want to be away with all of the allegations against him, but he needed to know she had faith in him.

He needed her faith…

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jack the ripper via wikipedia

Concurrent Celibacy

Eliza and Jeanne decided to have dinner at a restaurant near Terrence’s, where Jeanne had just been to check on his place. Eliza surveyed her sister who was obviously very much in love with Terrence, and Eliza remembered being in love with him herself a long time before. Ages ago it seemed to her, since she was now married.

Now Rafe was the only man she was with.

Rafe at this point wanted to try full-out monogamy since even when he was going to marry Ingrid, he was primarily only with Eliza because Ingrid was always away at a nursing conference or working. Maybe that was what drew them together again this time, drove to their marriage.

Their concurrent but undesired states of celibacy made the two sisters sit in companionable silence with each other, sipping a French red wine that Jeanne recommended. Jeanne had spent a lot of time in France and loved Paris as well as a lot of other cities that other people did not know because Paris was the New York City of France. Eliza grew up in New York City, Jeanne spent the other part of her life there as well.

They connected so well geographically.

“So everything is good with Terrence?” Eliza took a sip of wine, and looked at Jeanne.

Jeanne swallowed and smiled.

“It’s nice, I was seeing someone at the time I met him with you. I was not thinking about anything like this but it happened, and it is good.”

Eliza nodded.

“It could have been worse you know, I was broken up with Rafe, you could have fallen in love with him!”

Jeanne laughed,

“Not a chance because even while he was supposedly with Ingrid, he was still devoted to you. There was no room for anyone else as you see.”

Was Jeanne right? Had he been devoted even when they were not together? Eliza did not believe he would have proposed marriage to Ingrid if he had not meant it. The friendship she had forged with Ingrid was over now that she and Rafe were not getting married. There was no point, they were not adversaries but…

The relationship that Eliza had forged that meant something was this one with Jeanne—it was worth maintaining.

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The Archer

Sabrina picked up her phone and saw that she had a bazillion messages from Harry—but she was not ready. She turned to the side, Graham pulled her close even with his eyes closed.

He was that possessive.

She had liked that for a long time. The feeling of being wanted. Graham always held her hand firmly when he did, held her body firmly and made love like he was trying to go through her. Sabrina had felt like the resurrected ghost of who she had been with him the night before.

He always went through her.

His naked body was warm and irresistible. He always came for her, it was not always good when he did but he would never let her go—she knew that.

Graham was a Sagittarius—the Archer—her sign was irresistibly drawn to his sexually. Their sexual attraction had never been in question. The beginning of their relationship was the most intense sexually that she had ever experienced.

But she had fallen in love with Harry, and her relationship with him was the most emotionally intense she had ever had. Yet there was no doubting that there was always something of Harry that she could never get to. Something of him that she could not access, and she wondered if that was the part of him that maybe had the potential to murder a woman?

Graham did not open his eyes as she faced him, as his hand caressed her body and her thoughts stilled like statues at a fountain. Her thoughts stopped flowing except to one place…She felt the pressure there that only one thing could alleviate. Graham’s fingers slipped between her legs, she heard his intake as if he was surprised she was wet. Of course she was wet what else would she be with him touching her? He was only touching her, and she was about to come from the residual pleasure of their night before, and the impending pleasure to come.

Her phone buzzed and she acknowledged it in her head, but Graham’s course fingers moving in and out of her occupied much more space. He fucked her with his fingers like he would fuck her with his dick, and she was about to come. His eyes were still closed like he did not even need to know what he did to her. But she supposed he could hear her, and feel her and smell her to know she was about to come…

…and when she did.

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image via Lascivious Lucy

Wicked Wednesday #347 — Explore

Eliza hugged Rafe hard when he came home, and pressed her cheek to his chest. He pulled her close and rubbed her back. It had been an emotional plea when she asked him if it was okay to post Harry’s bail, but she was sure that Jeanne was a good judge of character and that Sabrina’s Harry had not committed a crime. Besides the woman in question was still in the hospital.

She was not dead.

But the bail brought up bigger issues for Eliza. Once she and Rafe were a couple and especially as long as they had lived together, it was always what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours. But this was so much money and she never wanted him to think she took his wealth for granted. Especially now that she was on a hiatus from work because of her accident.

He held her close still, she was just terribly emotional. He lifted her face up to his, and wiped away a damp tear that was semi-dry on the top of her cheek.

“I love you,” he said, running his hands through her hair.

She looked up at him, she almost started to cry again.

It was just months ago that she was supportive of his marriage to Ingrid, even as that impending marriage brought them closer together and then they eventually got married instead. Or again, because she had been engaged to him forever prior to that. But being married to him was so different. It made everything different between them. It was like some kind of Eucharist—turning wine to blood. Rafe was now transformed from water to blood, he was her family. Everyday was a day to explore that, to explore the dynamic of their connection to themselves and the world around them.

To explore their love.

She wrapped her arms around him,

“I love you.”

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Masturbation Monday No. 229 via @fireandhoney

Sabrina had never been to Graham’s New York apartment before, the entire time that he managed to always know where she was and she just accepted him as a permanent presence in her life. The apartment was in a less savory area of the city than she would have expected him to be in, but she felt safe with him as holding her hand as he took her up the stairs of his steep walk up. His apartment was modest, but belied his typical style and flair throughout.

“Are you okay here?”

She nodded.

“What do you know?”

Sabrina knew that Graham had some policemen in his pocket because he would not have been able to get by in his line of work if he did not.

“The case is not look clear cut, but Harry was the last person to see her and it does not look good with the unhinged texts. It looks really bad.”

Sabrina sighed, she was not sure what to feel as she wrapped her arms about herself.

Graham wrapped his arms about her as well, his body made her feel good. It should be hard for her to feel so comfortable with him after everything, but she did as she kissed him.

He pushed her lips away.

“This is not why I brought you here…”

“This is what I want now, give me what I want.” She took off her dress in one gesture, and pressed her body to his. “I need the distraction.”

Graham pushed her away again, his rebuff still making her skin sizzle with arousal.

“I know you do, and I brought you here for that purpose. But I don’t want to just be a distraction this time…”

“I want you.”

“I always want you, but this does not feel right. What are you pretending you are fucking Harry, and everything is okay?”

“I never pretend with you,” Sabrina looked down, and her eyes got wet. “You know I have never pretended with you.”

He lifted her face up to his.

“Why is it never me? Why have you never come back to me? How long do I have to chase you? You love a practical murderer more than me? Anything illegal I have ever done has been for business. I never just hurt a woman to hurt her.”

Sabrina looked up at him. It had been hard to leave him because she had loved him and his style of love that was not for the faint of heart. She had needed it, she still needed it from him.

“I want you,” she whimpered helplessly, her lip quivering and he kissed her. She had been about to use her power, her manipulation on him but she would not have to after all as he swept her up into his arms. Her neck felt bruised from his earlier bite, and she wanted him to bruise her everywhere. What did she care what Harry would say when she got back?

This was what she needed, and she was still not sure she was going back.

Graham inside of her filled her more than anything filled her. He knew her too well and she felt ultra vulnerable with him, but she needed him now more than she wanted him. It scared and exhilarated her.

He spread her so wide, she was sure he could see into her and knew everything of her dark heart…

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image via Violet Fawkes

Smut Marathon 2019—Don’t Forget to Enter!!!

This is the second time I am entering the Smut Marathon! I did not get as far as I would have liked the last time–but I am excited!!! My lovely friend Marie Rebelle runs it, and that is all I need to say–I will let Marie say the rest!


The Smut Marathon 2019

 

I am delighted that Leonora has invited me to tell you more about the Smut Marathon. I am sure the 2018 edition has not gone unnoticed, but I still want to tell you all about it.

 

What is the Smut Marathon?

 

The Smut Marathon is a writing competition that has the likes of a marathon. When you sign up for it, you have to be prepared to be writing for ten different assignments, starting at the end of January and only stopping at the end of November. But, don’t worry, you have more than enough time to write for each assignment, and they start out short and grow longer the further in the competition we are, and the less writers there is. You see, the Smut Marathon is a knock-out race. Only at the end of the first, third and fifth round no writers are knocked out, but in all the other rounds writers have to leave the marathon when they have the least votes from the public and jury combined. Those votes are cast by the public and jury, not knowing who the authors of the stories are.

 

What kind of assignments do you get?

 

Assignments are different every year. Some assignments might sound similar, like when I ask the writers to include a certain amount of dialog in their stories, or when I give the first sentence of a story and ask the writers to take it from there. Sometimes you might like an assignment, and sometimes not, but I encourage everyone to write for an assignment regardless. You might just surprise yourself and discover new things in your writing.

 

You might want to look through the different rounds of the Smut Marathon 2018 to see what kind of assignments you can expect.

 

What’s in it for you?

 

Fun!

 

To me that is the one thing I want you all to have, even though I do know that the competition element is there too. Approach the Smut Marathon as a positive, fun experience and I promise you, it will be just that! Furthermore, you will learn more about yourself and about your writing.

 

Other than this, I contact sponsors for prizes for the writers who reach the final and end in the first, second and third place. When a marathon starts, I have no idea who the sponsors will be, but try to have a couple of prizes for each. Last but not least, all writers have a chance of being published in the annual Smut Marathon anthology, which will be published by Sexy Little Pages. We are working hard on the first one!

 

So what do you have to do now?

 

Sign up for the Smut Marathon 2019 (http://smut.rebelsnotes.com/2018/12/sm-2019-entries/) of course. Come on, challenge yourself! Yes, there might be a chance you drop out at the end of the second round, but then at least you have tried. However, you might surprise yourself and make it to the final round, or even win the 2019 edition. How cool would that be!

 

I look forward to see your entries appear in my inbox! Be quick, before you know it’s the 20th of January 2019 and then the entries close. Enter today!

 

Much love to all.

Filling the Void (A Meme Combo)

Jeanne was restless.

She knew Terrence was away for business, but she missed him so much she went to his apartment and slept in his bed. His scent would be have to be enough to fill her.

It had been a long day, picking up Sabrina at the airport and then Eliza posting Harry’s bail for a crime that none of them could not believe he had committed.

Sabrina loved him enough to go home with him, and Rafe trusted Eliza enough to allow her to help a friend of hers like that.

Jeanne curled up into a ball. She was alone in the massive bed, her hand between her legs to lull her. That was what you wanted when you were in bed alone. Thinking hard about the man who gave you comfort when he was in bed with you.

When she heard the door click, she jerked her hand from between her legs and looked up. Her heart raced, and then—

Terrence?

She thought it and said it at the same time.

He was taken aback.

“Jeanne?”

“I missed you.”

No points could be given for their technical skill that night. Terrence slowly loosened his tie, and undid the buttons of his shirt.

She was already naked.

He unbuckled his belt, and she enjoyed the combination of shadows and his actual flesh bared to her. There was something of a horseshoe shape on the ceiling, as his belt lassoed away from them when he tossed it. Jeanne got wetter as his weight dipped the mattress, and he covered her. He kissed her neck, and she closed her eyes to take in the sensation of his lips. They were a little chapped she was sure from the dryness of the airplane cabin, but felt nice touching her skin. She was embarrassed when he slipped a finger between her legs, and she could hear the squelching of her wetness as he did. He moved his finger more because it seemed to have the opposite effect on him.

What they did after was so intimate and lazy. Nothing for the textbooks, but exactly what she wanted.

Her man deep inside her, filling the void that she had anticipated that night.

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Masturbation Monday No. 228 — Flight via @_LittleSBitch

The four of them got into the car, Sabrina sat next to Harry.

Silent.

They had driven from JFK to the police station. Sabrina had pressed her head to the bars of the cell and looked at Harry there. She wanted to believe he was innocent, she knew what Damaris was like. Damaris had set up Gui, she knew who Damaris was but now that it was Harry she was filled with doubt about him.

He had spent the night with Damaris, which bothered her more than anything else. Another woman was one thing…

And now Damaris was in a hospital bed clinging to life, and Harry was the main suspect. He was the last person to see her vital, and the angry texts on her phone showed he had motive to cause her harm.

“I did not do it,” Harry had said behind the bars.

Eliza had paid his bail after she asked her husband. A minor amount for them, a fortune for Sabrina. Jeanne sat next to her sister in the car across from them, and Sabrina and Harry got out at their apartment.

Harry was even more silent than usual.

I did not do it, was his mantra when he did speak.

Sabrina nodded, and walked outside after a while.

She needed a moment.

She went to their neighborhood bar, and she wondered what people, regulars thought seeing her there alone without him? She felt vulnerable and as if she had conjured him up, Graham walked in and sat beside her.

There was nothing for him to say—he always knew everything. He wiped unexpected tears from her cheek, and pulled her close to him. She trembled into his arms, and he walked her heaving body to the bathroom.

Heaving and lachrymose, she got into a stall where Graham pulled her close and kissed her so hard but she could not feel it.

She was numb.

He lifted her chin up, and kissed her again.

“Keep your eyes open,” he murmured as he kissed her and without removing any of her clothing touched all of her hot spots. She burst like a supernova. “I can take you away from here if that is what you want.”

Sabrina stared at him, her eyes wide and ready to take flight. He bit her neck, and she took flight figuratively.

She wanted to go away.

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gorgeous woman taking flight via Little Switch Bitch

Quartet — Four Memes in One

Before

Damaris sleepily crawled on top of him, Harry was still mostly asleep–though he had been thinking about picking up Sabrina from the airport later. Bed with Damaris was different than with Sabrina. Damaris smelled alluring, she oozed sensuality and danger. She slithered on him like a snake, straddled his hips and pushed him into her. There was nothing for him to say. He was hard and she was doing all the things to rouse him. She rode him like a demon, at one point he looked up at her and she looked sad like a spectre. But when he touched her to see if his hand would go through her it did not. She was warm and soft to his touch. Her eyes however wandered, and then latched onto his like she had found something she had long been looking for.

After

Damaris stood on the rooftop an ornate glass with amber fluid in her hand. Harry had had to leave work early to find her. Damaris had gotten all of his information in the hotel room. He had ignored texts from her at work, thinking there was not going to be anything else between them. She had just been married and lost her husband–how could she have gotten attached to him so quickly? When he saw the video of her looking drugged on his phone, he had not been sure what to do. When he got to the hotel she was on the rooftop unresponsive. He called the front desk, and told them his friend was not responsive. At that point, he knew he was not going to be able to pick up Sabrina. He knew he was going to have to have some minor questioning at the police station.

Harry rested his head against the bars of the holding cell–he had not known just how long he was going to be detained…

Very late–but better than never!–I present last week’s Masturbation Monday, Wicked Wednesday, Friday Flash and Kink of the Week.

image via Molly Moore

Vignette

Eliza drove with Jeanne to JFK to pick up her friend Sabrina, who was currently in a bar at the airport because her boyfriend was not able to pick her up. He was working late he told her, but he would see her in their apartment as soon as she got there.
Sabrina looked like a retro femme fatale. She wore a vintage dress, and her hair was done up in an old-fashioned style, but she looked terribly modern. With her drink in her hand, Sabrina stared at Eliza. Eliza wondered what she thought about her, before Sabrina looked at the bartender who she obviously had around her little finger and gestured to what she was drinking and the two women who approached her.
Jeanne hugged Sabrina immediately, Sabrina looked at Eliza and smiled.
“You must be Eliza,” Sabina said, and Eliza nodded as she extended her hand. Nice to meet you.”
Within moments, the three women were sitting at the bar with their Old Fashioneds
“Harry could not come pick me up because he was at work, and I understand that but I really wanted to see my man…” she said. “I was in London all of this time, comforting my friend Gui.”
“Comforting?” Jeanne said taking a sip of her Old Fashioned, and eyeing her friend closely.
Sabrina took a huge gulp of her Old Fashioned and used her form of sign language for the bartender to give her another.
“Well yes, I slept with him but it was not a big deal. It was something that happened. We have an open relationship,” Sabrina said, eyeing Eliza.
Eliza nodded.
“I had an open relationship with my husband before we were married, but at the moment neither of us is seeing anyone else. I was the last women he saw in addition to a primary woman. But he and I ended up getting married.”
“Oh,” Sabrina said, cradling her just handed to her by the whipped bartender Old Fashioned.
“Yes, we were supposed to get married for years, and then we broke up. He got engaged to another woman, and then we got back together and we got married.”
Eliza felt the warmth in her cheeks as she talked about her recent marriage. She was not sure that she and Rafe were not going to see anyone else ever again, but for now, they scorched their sheets only with each other.
The warmth came to her face, as she thought about how Rafe had made her almost late to the getting in the car with Jeanne. He had held her arms up over her head and tied her to the bedpost, while he kissed and licked her until she begged him to stop. He lapped her up like milk, and she cried out because it felt too good. When she begged him to stop, he pinched her nipples and she cried out.
“Stop please,” she purred, and he would not. She still throbbed between her legs and crossed and uncrossed them as the little vignette went through her mind…
“Well, I can tell you a story too…” Sabrina smiled, and her smile looked the cat that had lapped up all the milk…

More Masturbation Monday here, and more Wicked Wednesday here! Happy New Year! This is the first time that Eliza and Sabrina have met–read my next post for Sabrina’s saucy story!!!

image via Marie Rebelle

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