(Flash &) Fleur Friday No. 23 — Boudoir Deux

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Jeanne held Terrence’s arm, his bicep was compelling and she needed his strength as they walked into the back room of the bar. Eliza and Rafe at first had looked like a very happy couple. Upon seeing them enter, they looked frozen and stoic.
She and Terrence ventured forward, and Jeanne bent to kiss her sister’s tight cheek. Eliza’s eyes darted back and forth between the two of them accusatory.
“You do love to keep all the surprises for yourself don’t you Jeanne?” Eliza inquired coolly.
“I had not seen you since we started going out, and I did not want to tell you on the phone or by text,” Jeanne responded without rancor, even though it was being dished out.
“It really would not have made a difference—unless you really wanted to make me uncomfortable and see it in person.”
“You are the happiest woman in the world, you just got married and Terrence is your ex. I did not think.”
“No, you did not think! Of course I would want to see my ex while having dinner with my sister! That my sister could not wait for my sloppy seconds!”
Jeanne slapped Eliza, and Terrence pulled her back.
“You selfish bitch! How long is everything going to be about you? Rafe said you were not like this before your accident, before the pills but all it has been since your recovery is you wanting everyone to satellite about you. Fuck this Eliza, I am tired of it.”
Eliza gaped first at Rafe, and then at Jeanne.
“I do not need a sister. I did not have one this long, and I do not need one now! Happy Terrence?” she started without looking at him, while Jeanne and Terrence stared at her. “You ruined another relationship for me. Thanks!”
“Eliza,” Terrence started.
“No!” Eliza thundered. “You do not speak to me ever again!”
Eliza buried her face into Rafe’s chest.
Jeanne walked away with Terrence.

 

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Wicked Wednesday #337/Friday Flash No. 31

Eliza felt like a queen, her hand in Rafe’s and his lips adhesived to the top of it. This was their first small party as a couple. She had invited her sister to one of her favorite bars close to where Jeanne lived because she had not been out of her apartment, her city or her own love since she had been married. So a cab ride, hand in Rafe’s like it was now the entire time. The cab driver had turned around to look at them and gawk.
“You are such a gorgeous couple,” he said in a heavily accented voice, and Rafe kissed her cheek like he had been kissing her hand.
“I am the happiest man in the world since this gorgeous woman married me,” he said looking into her eyes.
Eliza grinned so hard she thought her teeth would break. Rafe practically carried her out of the car and down the stairs to the almost hidden little bar. They sat in the almost secret back room, looking at each other with almost secrecy. Jeanne told her that she was bringing someone. Feeling romantic and in love like she had been, Eliza pried until her sister confessed that she had been pretty much loved up as well. But that was all she would say about the mystery man, which had Eliza pretty much at the brim wondering who her sister’s mystery man was.
Eliza felt a sense of deja vu, when again in a dark bar she saw Terrence. She froze in place, but this time Rafe noticed right away. He turned to the door, and she felt his body mirror hers. Frozen like a sculpture, they both looked at Terrence who would trigger negative feelings for both of them for different reasons…who was flanked by Jeanne who Eliza saw like she had the veil pulled to reveal her face at the lounge that they left the night that Rafe proposed.
But even with that happy memory, Eliza still felt frozen looking at her ex and her sister. They could not have thought that she would have no feelings at all seeing them together.
When she stopped feeling frozen, she felt on fire…the deep breath she took felt like dragon fire and she was out of control…

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Masturbation Monday No. 219 by @PetraPanReviews

Sabrina looked at herself in the mirror. Her obsession with the Eiffel Tower was evident, as she saw its reflection in hers. Her main priorities in the hotel she booked, were that she would be able to see the Tower from her room.
Otherwise she would not feel like she was in Paris.
Harry covered the Tower from her view, and she looked at him not sure what she loved more for a moment.
Everything about Paris was lovely.
Except Damaris who was in Paris getting married to Gui.
Sabrina almost did not want to go to the wedding, but she was invited and she realized that Gui was more than just a friend to her. She needed to be there for him.
She knew in New York, that he was getting in too deep with Damaris all over town. But she was shocked, when he proposed to Damaris on her last day in New York and asked her to come to the tiny wedding in which Carole’s parents would be there.
“Of course,” Sabrina had said, because what else was she going to say?
Damaris had looked lovely in her vintage white cocktail dress. She looked like Sabrina was pretty sure Carole would have wanted to look if she had gotten married. Carole had always wanted to fall in love, and she had been in love many times…including with her.
“Are you okay?” Harry asked her.
She looked at him through the mirror, and nodded. He knew that she was not happy about the wedding.
He kissed the curve of her neck, and pulled her close to him.
“You were so much more beautiful than her, I could not keep my eyes off of you the entire wedding.”
Harry’s hands covered her breasts, and looked like a mock steeple on her chest. There was something more sacred about the two of them than what she had witnessed this afternoon. She knew that she loved Harry, and that Harry loved her. There was nothing sinister. To be fair, she knew that there was nothing that proved that Damaris wanted anything sinister with any of them but she did not trust her.
Suddenly Harry pinched her nipples so hard that her full focus was on him, and the demand that he made on her body. He knew how to make her feel better when she was at a loss for words. He replaced her fingers with his teeth, and she moaned. His teeth on her nipple, his finger up her ass—her sensory overload was epic.
His body parts played musical chairs with hers. Next it was his mouth on her anus, his fingers pulling at her nipples and then he entered her ass. If her ass could have gotten naturally wet, it would have been after all of the attention that he paid to it.
The Eiffel Tower watched her get fucked in the mirror, and Harry soothed her nerves.
For a Paris moment…

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Fleur Friday No. 22 — Rosebud

He could not keep his hands off of her breasts, pulling just gently but firmly enough on her nipples. Her internal gasps every time he touched her were overwhelming, Jeanne felt like she was going to explode.
And then his eyes, it almost hurt to look at them because they were so beautiful. It was not the color, but then intensity with which Terrence looked at her. The intensity she feared would break like glass—but it did not. He never stopped looking at her like he needed her, and was afraid to lose her.
His eyes mirrored hers.
She pressed her body to his, her eyes trained on his and rubbed herself against him. The hunger deep inside her core was too much to let linger anymore. Terrence mirrored her movement, and slid into her so seamlessly it did not feel like he entered her. It felt like he was part of her, as he fed her hunger. After such a long time of almost, actually felt better than she could have imagined. Even though his body was still new—she had not memorized all of him yet—it still felt like hers.
He was hers.
All hers.
The same way that Rafe now belonged to Eliza—except she and Terrence were not married. But what was happening between them…this made him hers and she was not sure that she was going to be able to do this with anyone else.
Where did this leave Mal?
Did she only want to have Terrence as hers because she could now, and she knew that Eliza would not be mad about it reasonably?
Had she always been a little in love with him from the first time that they met at the cafe near Eliza’s, but she knew that he was her sister’s so she could not fall? But now she could, she was and he was everything to her in that moment.
When his hand covered both of her breasts and he picked at her nipple making it big and hard as a rosebud…
He was hers.

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Wicked Wednesday #336 — Scent

Eliza woke up, and basked in the scent of their home.
Home was now her new apartment, with her scent mingled with that of her husband’s.
When she and Rafe broke up, the last painful breakup in which she gave him back his ring and moved out. In which she had an accident, and he had had to care for her. In which he met his former fiancee Ingrid, but started to see her again…
Eliza had grown used to her own scent and Rafe’s scent only when he stayed over which was often enough, but not enough for his scent to be permeated inside the apartment for their mingled scent to smell like home.
But now that Rafe lived with her here, it smelled like home. Being married was incomparable to living together. It was not just a piece of paper for her, it was something special and precious and sacred. Every time she looked at her left ring finger, she remembered how special the decision was that had been made on the Day of the Dead to get married a week later. When she said yes to him, each day they were not married felt unbearable.
Being married was amazing, Rafe was now flesh and blood to her. He was water turned to blood, similar to communion in the Catholic Church.
Waking up beside him, the sheets smelled like them—of their intimacy and their slumber. She liked how he smelled first thing in the morning, loved the scent of his warmth. The two of them together was the scent of home. It was not pheromones or anything like that, it was just their closeness and connection.
They were home…

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Masturbation Monday No. 218/ Friday Flash No. 30 — Abstract

Sabrina at this point had seen Damaris and Gui stop in every bathroom at every stop they had made since they had been out that day. They could not keep their hands off of each other in general, and they escaped to the bathroom for a rendezvous every chance that they got.
The painting that she was looking at in the gallery was just as abstract as Sabrina’s thoughts. Damaris scared her, almost as if she was a ghost. She looked so much like Carole, and she had so much of Carole’s demeanor. But she was not Carole, and she was afraid that Gui thought she was.
They were all grieving.
Disheveled hair and clothes, Damaris walked out of the bathroom first and then moments after Gui walked out. The gallery owner looked up. There was no question what had happened between the two of them.
Sabrina adjusted her sunglasses, happy that they could not see her eyes.
Looking at Damaris reminded her of what it had been like to be intimate with Carole. It felt like a betrayal to Carole that Damaris reminded her of the close relationship she had had with her best friend. Kissing Carole, being tender with her…and then she remembered the declaration of love that Carole had made to her. How would she ever forgive herself for the love that she had not known was there, and that was now gone?
Damaris and Gui looked at each other, and with their hands all over each other slipped back into the bathroom.
Sabrina stared at the abstract painting again, the abstract image reminded her of Carole. Was it because it looked like Carole, or because Carole was on her mind? Still thankful for her sunglasses shielding her tears, Sabrina could feel Carole’s skin on her like web. She was caught in her memories, as the audio of Damaris and Gui’s fucking increased incrementally.

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E[Lust] No. 111 — Sexy Maid

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Demonised

9 Things New Sex Bloggers Need to Know

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Tales

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After the Party : Cleaner Close #7
Denna and her convenient pervert
Finally Together
Slut Escritoire ||| back to school
Key to Room 237: Freya – Darker Side of Love
sexy maid
Playing God
Liminal State

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Give me a break
Getting Off on Post Orgasm Torture
Public Displays of Chastity?
PLEASE – wanting it
Shit at casual
Thrill of the outdoors

Erotic Non-Fiction

Submission
Tell me how it feels.
New Realities

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Finding my adopted roots
Talking Wholesome Queer Erotic Art with Wren

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(Flash &) Fleur Friday No. 21 — Scarecrows

They passed a bunch of scarecrows and skeletons, on the way to Terrence’s apartment. It was Halloween after all, and it was a bit creepy but not completely. Jeanne wanted Terrence so much, and the way he held her hand let her know that he wanted her just as much.
In the lobby of his building, he opened the door and pulled her close to him so she could feel every bit of his desire and how it equaled hers. If he could have put his fingers between her legs—and she was sure he would momentarily—he would feel every bit of her longing liquified.
In the elevator, he cornered and kissed her with so much fever she was afraid that she was going to spontaneously combust. In his apartment, he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. It was such a terribly romantic gesture, that Jeanne was afraid that she was going to melt in his arms.
All the time that she had spent denying that she wanted him, started to dissolve as his body covered hers.
“Is this okay? Do you want this Jeanne? I don’t want you to think that you have to do anything that you are not ready to do…”
Jeanne realized that she had made him think that she was not that ready for him because there had been so many stops and starts when they were together previously.
“I want you,” she whispered softly, looking up at him. “I have wanted you for a very long time, and now…”

Looking in his eyes at close range, felt more intimate than kissing felt because her eyes were closed then, and now she was afraid she would dissolve into the sheets.
She was more scared now than she had been by any of the scarecrows or skeletons she had seen on the way over to his place to lie under him…

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Wicked Wednesday #335 — Cemetery

Eliza was happy to go somewhere more private with Rafe in the lounge. The hallway was decorated dark and sparse like a cemetery. They were tangled in exaggerated cobwebs and moon-colored lighting, as they moved into a private room that had a “Reserved” placard on the satin sheets.
Rafe pulled her softly into it, and closed the door with his leg. He pushed her to the wall inside, and she looked up at him.
“Do you want the door open or closed?” He asked her, his breath and the halo of his lips on her jaw.
“Closed,” she breathed, and caressed his face so she could kiss him.
There was a drink minimum at the bar, but they had been drinking before they got there, so Eliza at least was tipsy. But not so tipsy that she did not remember that she had just seen Terrence with another woman, but was completely focused on Rafe.
He closed the door all of the way, and kissed her so hard he lifted her off of the floor. She wrapped her arms about him, and pressed her face to his chest. Eliza felt so safe in his arms, she felt like everything that was wrong with the world would be okay if he held her.
“I love you…” she said looking up into his eyes, and he looked down at her. His eyes soft and warm.
“I love you Liza, let’s get married.”
Eliza smelled the liquor on his breath, and laughed.
“Let’s get married,” he repeated.
Eliza was silent, as he let go of her on one side. She was even more silent, as he handed her her ring.
Her engagement ring.
Her arms tightened about his neck.
“Ingrid and I are not getting married Eliza. It just was not going to work, and she saw what I knew but would not say. That I still want to marry you. I love you. Marry me, this time for real.”
Eliza could not see him because her eyes were so filled with tears.
Her eyes were still filled with tears a week later, when she saw a picture of them—her wearing a vintage white cocktail dress and him wearing a vintage suit with tails.
Mr. and Mrs. Hughes…

 

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Masturbation Monday No. 217 — Witch, Inspired by @MollysDailyKiss

Damaris moved about New York City like an alien. She said that she had visited the city before, but she did not have Carole’s finesse in it.
“You know she looks like Carole, but she is not Carole…” Sabrina said to Gui, surveying him as he could not keep his eyes off of Damaris.
Damaris looked like Carole, except she was more golden. More polished. She’d had all the trappings of respectability, and Sabrina knew from Carole that Damaris had never been close to her. Sabrina felt like she could see beneath the other woman’s veneer. She did not like her around Harry, and she felt nervous for Gui even though he was already involved with her.
“She is not a witch at Salem!” Gui exclaimed in a soft whisper. “You are acting like she should be burned at the stake! I am not pretending that she is Carole…”
“How could you not?!” Sabrina hissed, and turned to look at him watching Damaris wait on the line for the bathroom of the posh restaurant that Damaris had insisted on going to—treating them too.
Sabrina looked at him, and the tears in her eyes fell. Gui pulled her closed and kissed her mouth. She chewed on his lip, and closed her eyes for a moment cherishing their previous intimacy which served as a tenderness that she really needed at the moment.
“What does Harry think of her?”
Sabrina released his lip. As she was about to tell him, Damaris waved over at Gui. He smiled a small smile, and Sabrina knew exactly what was going to happen next. Without even looking at his crotch, Sabrina knew Gui’s tells and knew he was hard. Damaris did not own anything that obscured her Coca-Cola bottle shape, and easily enticed.
Gui followed her into the bathroom, and Sabrina had to get up behind him because they did not completely close the door behind them. Sabrina had to be the lookout—but she could not help but look in.
Look in at Damaris bent over the bathroom sink—fine porcelain sink, with faux-jeweled fixtures. Sabrina wondered where was the attendant, as Damaris displaced perfume bottles, candy and lotion as Gui plowed her. They went right at it because they were only there for seconds, before their naked pelvises were in action.
All of this was very beguiling, but it was Damaris’ reflection in the mirror that almost confirmed to Sabrina that Damaris was indeed some kind of witch!!!

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witch via Molly Moore

 

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