Masturbation Monday #207/ KOTW 8.16-31: Sea/Ocean

Sabrina was riveted to the canal at Camden Lock, and sometimes she felt that was why she fell for Drew there because it was so romantic at the bar meeting him with Carole…But driving with him to the home that he had in St. Ives, made Camden Town pale in comparison.
Drew looked more relaxed. She got a glimpse of her own face in the rearview mirror, and saw that even with her shaded eyes she looked more relaxed.
Drew took her hand, and they walked into his house after they had lingered at a local pub. The first thing that Sabrina saw was the sea, as if it was coming through the window into the house. It aroused her, the beauty of the sea, and the fact that water had been a scenic part of a lot of her lovemaking with Drew in the UK. He pulled her close at that moment like he could read her mind, and reached under her dress to check.
He had told her not to wear any underwear, and she obeyed him. The slickness between her legs made the skirt of her dress cling to her labia, and that subtle touch was almost enough to drive her to the edge.
“Good girl,” he said, and smacked her bare bottom. Sabrina almost felt like she was on the brink from that simple touch. His second smack really did have her hovering on the edge.
“Don’t torture me…” she breathed out, and was ashamed for the words as soon as she uttered them.
“I am not vindictive N-lady,” he whispered against her temple. Sabrina knew it was awkward for him, he met her as Nichy and now she was Sabrina and she still had explained a damn thing. But they wanted each other so much it almost did not matter. “I want to taste you again.”
Sabina felt her cunt reflect the sea with its waves, as she sat on Drew’s face and he lapped her up. The waves matched her own internal ones, as he parted her cheeks and lapped her up more and more. He smacked between her legs and that made her come so hard, that he persisted to smack her over and over after. Her backside was given attention too, and Sabrina thought that she would shatter like a vase. Shattered, she fell forward and kissed his thighs, licked the hair along them and his balls.
His anus.
He smacked her bottom again.
“You are filthy.” He moaned, as she stuck her tongue inside of him.
She was many things.

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Elust #109

Solicitation is one of the more emotional pieces I have written for Masturbation Monday. It sent me down a rabbit hole character wise…Tomorrow is a brand-new post, but this is the most recent one, which was also written for Kink of the Week. I am so proud and humbled to be included in Elust, because the company is so elite.

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A Picture Is Worth a 1000 Words
House Sitting
Shackles & showers

 

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Comfort Girl
A Pain in the Neck

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An idea that didn’t slap me in the face

 

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Erotic Fiction

Solicitation
Masks
Crescendo
The Key to Room 237: Freya – Part 1
Masked Woman

Body Talk and Sexual Health

Mad World
Be afraid…
“Good For Disabled People”
Why I Take Sexy Selfies

Erotic Non-Fiction

SOFT SEX – HARD SEX
Mating Megan
Alone
Face Slapping ~ a controversial issue?
Fuck toy
Lost Pleasure, Found

Thoughts & Advice on Kink and Fetish

Sometimes love don’t feel like it should
Submission

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Why Couldn’t I Just Ask for Lube?
Sensational
I panicked.
Coming in handy
P is for Polyamory
Racy Red

Poetry

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Fleur Friday No. 10 — Nurse

Jeanne had not meant to walk into any of this, she was only there to support her sister. She started to go to see Eliza on her own, and she knew Rafe liked this because Jeanne was not afraid to take basic care of Eliza. She had taken care of her ailing mother and grandmother, and she did not have any qualms about death or illness.
Eliza was looking better, although she was in a lot of pain and it would be awhile before she was able to take care of herself. Some of her bruises looked painful, and Jeanne could only imagine how Eliza felt.
The first time she saw the woman in white in what almost seemed like a sexy nurse Halloween outfit, was a few times after she had been there herself. Once it was just the nurse, and she watched Eliza as she slept. She ran her hands through her hair, when Eliza swung wildly and turned when Jeanne walked in with the key that Eliza had had Rafe make for her.
“She has fitful dreams, I like to be close by when she is asleep,” Ingrid stated.
Jeanne looked at Ingrid—the actual, not made up for Halloween nurse’s name was Ingrid—and nodded.
“I know, I feel scared sometimes too when she is flailing, but I know it is just a bad dream.”
“She’s improved so much though, she was so bad off when she came to me. I willed her back to life almost all by myself.”
“When is your hospital shift?”
“Midnight to 6.” Ingrid answered, as she walked over to the stove, she looked askance at Jeanne.
“Would you like some coffee or tea? Rafe likes the tea that I make, I lived in England for a long time, so I make a very strong tea.’
Jeanne shrugged.
Rafe came back, and looked at Jeanne with a resigned look. Jeanne was not sure how to assess him. He was tired clearly, but he also clearly cared a great deal for Eliza to go through all of this.
They all drank tea when Ingrid poured it for them, and had light conversation. It began to rain, but none of them moved. Eliza responded asleep to the white light that would fill up the dim room, and loud thunder.
The rain was so violent, that Jeanne went to the sectional couch she often slept on much later. She had to admit that she was exhausted as well. She woke up, and went to go to the bathroom when she took pause. White light filled the guest room and through the cracked door, and she saw Ingrid was naked in the room bathed in white light, as opposed to her white nurse’s uniform. Rafe was naked behind her and they both looked labored, but were incredibly silent as they obviously fucked.
Jeanne did not turn on the light in the bathroom, but saw her angst-ridden expression in the bathroom mirror when the white lightning flashed in the bathroom. She did what she had to do, and then scurried back to the couch.
When she got up in the morning, Terrence was sitting beside her. She looked around.
“Where is Rafe? Ingrid?”
Terrence shrugged.
Jeanne shrugged.
Eliza was still asleep, and Jeanne went over to her and soothed her hair for the comfort her sister did not know she needed…

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Wicked Wednesday #324 — Uniform

Rafe felt like he was in the middle of one of the melodramatic movies that Eliza had begun to watch on her iPad. She did not move a lot, but at the least she had stopped crying as much as she had been.
He knew that she did not want him there, but she was too weak to fight him. She slept a lot, and when she was awake she let him feed her when she bothered to eat.
But it was the uniformed Ingrid, standing in the middle of the living room that caused him the most grief. It would be his luck that the one time he slipped while he and Eliza broke up this time, that he would have had something fleeting with the woman who would end up being her nurse.
Ingrid was legitimate in her concern for Eliza, she had been caring for her while she was in a coma. When Rafe was called and appeared, Ingrid looked startled. But she masked it by being professional while Eliza was around. When Rafe asked about what he would need to do as her primary caretaker, Ingrid told him in painstaking detail about the care of the cuts and bruises Eliza had suffered—dressing and cleaning them. Giving her her pain medication, her diet—all of this Ingrid detailed patiently.
“I did not expect to see you again?” Ingrid started after she was done.
Rafe shook his head in agreement, and they both just stared at each other.
Rafe had been in a business meeting at a bar uptown, he was feeling particularly low and had definitely had more to drink than he should have. He was focusing more on Eliza, and only occasionally went to this Lila who was now the bane of his existence’s apartment where she dominated him.
When he saw Ingrid, he saw she was looking at him shyly. She was at the bar with two other people, but she was riveting. Her hair was pulled up and she looked retro, but current and beautiful. They just exchanged looks at first, but graduated to him offering her his hotel room card. She did not have to use it, because she was kissing him and touching him as he opened the door. Her warm breath went through his shirt, and her hand was on his thigh.
Now he looked at her, and she looked like a scrubbed down version of herself from that first night.
“Me either,” he said, looking at her with slit eyes so he could barely see Eliza in the background. Ingrid in all white was a blur, but in his full vision.

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Masturbation Monday No. 206 & KOTW — Ashes

Sabrina felt trapped in the corner of the booth beside Drew, as she looked at Damaris and Gui across the table. It was startling how much Damaris looked like Carole, and how even though they were nothing alike, they had the same mannerisms and voice.
Drew was relaxed as he kept her to the side, he knew she would be still at his side. This game they were playing. Of course he knew who she was, and how long would she pretend to be another incarnation of herself?
Finally, Gui took Damaris’ hand, and she followed him like she would follow him anywhere. Sabrina still was shell-shocked watching them be a couple, when Carole’s ashes were on the table. It was all in a box, with Carole’s name peeping out of the side. It was callous to see her name on the cardboard box.
That was what was left of her friend.
She had not even realized that she had been crying, until she felt Drew’s hand on her face almost like a slap because she had turned so suddenly to face him. He had slapped her face during sex before, he had caressed it delicately and slapped her as she was about to come. She could not decipher the sensation between pain and pleasure as he had done so. It had not been a hard slap, but enough to make her look at him
“I want to see your eyes on me,” he had commandeered.
“I am sorry for your loss,” he said presently, his hand on her knee.
Sabrina looked down at the table, felt the weight of the it shift as Damaris took Carole’s ashes off of it. She looked at Drew as he had wanted her to when he slapped her during sex. He looked like liquid in her eyes, because she was between tears.
“Thank you,” she said, and he kissed her. They were alone now, and she was grateful for it. The things that lips said when pressed together, was a soft litany that brought peace to her.
He pulled her close to him.
“I died when you left, you know? I died when you left, I was so in love with you and you left me,” he murmured.
He blurred in her eyes as the tears came full into her eyes, and fell warm above her cheeks. She was sad about Carole, and guilty about Drew. Even without looking at him, she could feel that she had killed him. She could feel the blood warm, that she made seep out of him.
She remained silent.
“I have a hotel room, I am not going to ask you. But here is the room card…” he started.
He got out of the booth, and she watched his long legs walk away.
Frozen for a second, she followed him.
She did not want to be alone.
He slapped her softly to make her look at him, when they were in bed. He slapped her face, her breasts and between her legs as if to wake her up.
The blood on the surface made her feel alive, before he even slipped into her. When he entered her, she felt the depth of his emotion like fire and she slapped him. His cheek was rough under her palm, and he took her hand. Kissed it, and moved as deep into her as he could.
Sabrina felt sure that when he left her body, she would be cold as a corpse.

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(Flash and) Fleur Friday No. 9

Jeanne sat next to Terrence on her couch, she gave him a minute when he came to her apartment to take her to see Eliza. Terrence texted her to let her know that Eliza had been a passenger in a car accident, that she she saw on the news because of Eliza’s semi-celebrity status.

“I know, I’d been texting her to make sure she was okay,” Jeanne stated.

Terrence explained that she was not really okay, that she was taken to her apartment by her ex-fiancé who had reluctantly told him that Eliza was with him. He was only allowed a few minutes in her apartment, and he said he would come back.

“I think that she might like to see you. But I have to warn you, she is in really bad shape. This is not her first accident, she did not break anything but she is in a lot of pain.”

Jeanne agreed to have Terrence take her to see Eliza, but it felt awkward. But she was her sister, and she wanted to support her. She was all that was left of the father she would never know, and she wanted to get to know Eliza.

Terrence looked like hell when he got to her apartment, which was why she told him to sit down. She sat beside him for a moment, when he got a text.

Come back, was all Eliza had texted him.

Jeanne was startled when she picked up her own phone, and saw Eliza’s name.

Jeanne, sorry to have not texted sooner. I was in an accident, I’m okay, but recovery is hard. I would love to stay in touch with you, but it will be a while before a night like the last one we had!

“Let’s go,” Jeanne said with full resolve.

Eliza needed her.

Jeanne was not prepared at all for the injured body of her sister lying in bed. She was propped up, and her face was blank. Lacking all of the light she had known of it.

And there was a man, dressed in a suit minus the jacket that was thrown on the backseat of his chair. He looked at Jeanne for a very long time.

“I am Eliza’s friend, Jeanne,” she extended her hand.

“I am Rafe, I am taking care of her. Nice to meet you, thank you for coming. You too Terrence,” Rafe turned around to look at the other man.

Jeanne heard the reluctance in his voice. Standing between the two men, Eliza’s life seemed like something ripped from the screen of a soap opera.

At that moment, Eliza saw her and through the pain there was a small smile. Jeanne smiled back, as the sun gleamed on Eliza and the big city outside.

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Wicked Wednesday #323 — Passenger

At first, she could not feel her body. It was like she was not even there. Then she felt she was prone, and in a great deal of pain. The realization of pain rushed in like flash floods, during a torrential rainstorm. Eliza felt the tears on her cheek, as everything started to come back to her.

She had been a passenger in a car, she only remembered when it flipped. Everything after that was a blur.

“Are you awake?” A young woman in white was sitting next to her, and beaming.

Eliza blinked, and as if the nurse understood she squeezed her hand which Eliza now realized she was holding.

“I have been by your side since you arrived. I have done everything for you, because I knew you would come back. I knew!”

Eliza kept blinking, she hurt too much to do anything else.

And then she remembered Rafe.

She got into the car that crashed because she saw him, and the driver collided with another car on the highway.

When she thought she was safe.

It was her second car crash, and this time felt worse than the other one. She was still because she was afraid to move, afraid to do anything.

She was terrified.

And then there he was in the flesh.

Rafe.

He was holding a bouquet, and looked like he had not slept for days.

“I’ve come to take you home,” he said.

Eliza started to cry.

The young nurse caressed her arm, and wiped her face with a delicate handkerchief that Rafe handed her from his suit.

Eliza cried more.

She cried even more when she was back in her apartment with Rafe, but she could not say anything because she was helpless. The doctor had told her she had not reinjured any of her previous wounds, but she was thoroughly battered. She had hit her head, and her face was swollen again. She looked like a monster.

She cried all of the time, and found comfort rubbing a scar from the previous car crash on her leg.

She did not touch her phone, but she wanted to talk to Adrien. This reminded her of the accident they had encountered.

“Eliza,” Rafe held her, and she cried again. She did not want to be with him, but he had come and she could not take care of herself. She was so angry at him still, running away from him had caused this.

She choked on her tears, and he tried to soothe her. She felt like the author in Misery, she was afraid to be at Rafe’s mercy.

He acted like her life without him had been make believe, and he was amending everything.

She almost wanted to die.

There is more Wicked Wednesday here. This has been an intense writing week for me, starting with my last Masturbation Monday. Not sure what Friday will bring, but do join me for (Flash and) Fleur Friday!

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Masturbation Monday No. 205 — Sunset

Sabrina had not expected that she would go to London as soon as she had, but here she was in the chapel sitting next to Gui. The pretty floral urn with gold leaves was beautiful, and Sabrina felt the tears swell in her eyes again.

When Gui called her and told her that Carole’s badly decomposed body had been found in her apartment slumped over her bathtub, she had been shocked silent. She nodded over the phone as if he could see her, and blinked. She finally found her voice after a long silence, and it flooded with tears.

It appeared that she probably had slipped and fallen, and no one had found her until the smell of her decomposition had become noticeable to her neighbors. Her sister had identified her body, and called Gui because she knew that he and Carole were still relatively close. Gui called Sabrina, to let her know what Damaris would call her.

Damaris looked like Carole, she had the same features and the same hair but a more refined and elegant manner. Carole had been beautiful, but looked more bohemian. Damaris looked like money.

Sabrina hugged Damaris when she arrived, and started crying anew. Damaris squeezed her,

“I think you were more of a sister to her than me.” she confided to her.

Sabrina sobbed inconsolably. She had not spoken to Carole since Carole had declared her love for her. With the trace pills consumption that had been found in the toxicology report, Sabrina wondered if Carole’s death was as accidental as they wanted to believe.

It was at the bar later, that Damaris’ prim and proper demeanor broke down. She sat next to Gui in the booth at the quaint bar in Camden Town, and his hand slipped between her legs. It was obvious that she was about to have an orgasm, and Sabrina could not stop staring. Gui looked at Sabrina with a helpless expression, as Damaris looked down at her beer and idly flicked a nipple through her dress. After she came, Damaris excused herself and went to the ladies’ room.

“We grieved together, and she looked so much like Carole. Damaris wanted to be with me because I had been with Carole, to feel closer to her. It was wild, but we did it and it felt good so we keep doing it.”

Sabrina nodded, she was no judge of anyone.

Gui stood up, and embraced a man in a suit. When the man turned around, Sabrina gasped and the man’s eyes darkened.

“Sabrina, this is Drew. Drew, this is Sabrina.” Gui said obliviously.

Sabrina looked down, as Drew nodded. He sat next to her in the booth, crushing her to the wall.

Damaris walked back to the table, as Drew placed his hand on her thigh and Sabrina burned where he touched her.

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Fleur Friday No. 8 — Traditional

Mal was asleep beside her, and Jeanne was somewhere between sleep and wake. Her drowsy eyelids grazed his warm skin and made her feel drugged with tiredness.

“What’s wrong?” Mal whispered, rubbing her cheeks softly under the eyes. Jeanne did not even realize that tears had formed, she pressed her face to his now damp from her tears skin.

“Someone died.”

“I am sorry, was it someone you were close to?”

Jeanne closed her eyes.

“My father.”

Mal wrapped his arms about her, and she sunk into his embrace with a mixture of emotions.

“Were you close? I am not close with my parents…”

“I never met him.”

His embrace tightened about her.

“I grew up with my mom, and she never told me or my father that the other existed. When she died, I found out in her papers.”

“I am sorry.”

Jeanne rolled onto her back, and Mal rolled with her looking into her eyes.

“I have a sister, but she does not know what we are sisters. I went out with her and this guy, and she told me her father was dead—which meant my father was dead and I almost lost it. I did not expect to have such strong emotions about it. I mean I never knew him…”

“But it was your father nonetheless,” Mal said somberly, looking in her eyes. The sun peeked into his eyes with light, and she was riveted.

She nodded.

“You are the only person I have told besides Karys.” Mal nodded, she saw a soft twist of his lips because he knew Karys was important to her. Now she had told him he was important too, and she was ambivalent about it. But she continued. “I am glad that you are with me, I didn’t realize that I did not want to be alone.”

“And you did not call me, I came because I missed you.”

Jeanne nodded, and ran her hands through his hair. He leaned forward, and it all fell into his face.  She used her hand to clear the hair from his face, and looked into his sun-filled eyes.

Her emotions for him were staggering, and she was anxious. When she had strong feelings like this, things usually did not go well. She had had traditional and non-traditional relationships, and none of them had gone very well. Looking into his eyes, while he searched hers felt so intimate. When she closed her eyes, his still burned into hers.

Her pretty, pretty Mal.

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Wicked Wednesday #322 — Tradition

Rafe came from a traditional family, his mother and father had been married for a long time. His departure from this was inexplicable, his departure from that tradition caused his separation from his fiancée.
This was his third end of engagement from Eliza, and he was shell-shocked at first because he did not want to end their engagement. He had proposed to her because he wanted to marry her, and because he could not imagine his life without her. Now here he was, alone again without her and there was nothing that he wanted to do but be with her.
But this time he was not going to chase her, this time he was going to give her the space that she needed. The last time he made it too much about him. This time he was going to let her see that she wanted to be with him too. That she had agreed to marry him because she wanted to spend her life with him.
He saw her in newspapers, she looked happy and was with the same guy when she was with a guy. He knew that guy, and he was sure that he was happy to swoop right in. Who would not be happy to swoop right in, and take Eliza? She was the type of woman that you wanted forever.
The pictures of himself that he saw in the newspaper, he looked like a caricature of himself. He looked like a stern business man—and he was always alone. Did Eliza note that he was alone in all of his photos?
His father even called him, and asked him what was going on and what was he going to do? Rafe explained that he was waiting, that he was going to get her back. She was his, and she would realize it on her own.
He was not much of a gambler, but this was biggest gamble of his life and he had to win it.
He had to get her back.

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