Masturbation Monday No. 204–Serpentine

Sabrina cut her finger on the edge of the cardboard Drew—it was like the card that he gave her was a thorn in her purse. But she could not compel herself to throw it out, maybe it was because of the memory of sex with him she had had most recently, the most bizarre role play of all. Or if it was because she was starting to realize that she was not invisible like she seemed to think she was.

She had an affect on people, and she could not even go to London, because she and Carole were not really on speaking terms. She had been silent when Carole told her how she felt about her. She had been shell-shocked really. Sabrina had not imagined anything between them. She thought Carole was just her only and really close friend. Being in love and loving each other, was not something that she had imagined between them.

Carole took her silence as a rejection, and they had barely spoken since.

Should she maybe take the pilgrimage to London to face her demons, and what she had done?

Or should she just let sleeping dogs lie?

She was not sure what she should do, as she watched the blood seep from her finger.

“What happened?” Harry walked into the room, and took her hand.

She looked at him, as he took her finger in his mouth. It was a weird kind of communion watching him take her blood in, and she was mesmerized. Should she let sleeping dogs lie, and try something real with Harry? Would she want him to go through what she had put everyone else through?

“I pricked my finger,” she said quietly, looking at him taking in his eyes. His eyes were calm like the ocean unstirred, as he looked at her. Did she want to make a storm in them?

She kissed him, and tasted her blood on his lips nothing like the wine of a communion. They tasted of blood. She pressed her body to his, and rubbed herself against him. His eyes remained calm, although his lips parted in mirth.

“You are a demon,” he said, and it seemed his lips did not move.

Did he really say that?

She decided to move serpentine about his body. Her hands like the tongue of a snake, lapped at his belt until she moved it from his waist in a swift movement. His body was calm, but between his legs she found his emotion. He was hard and hot, and waiting for her.

Serpentine on her knees, her tongue flicked out like a snake’s. The first lash of her tongue on his shaft, and she saw him turn wild like a turbulent sea.

She was a demon maybe, she thought. Harry knew her too well…

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(Flash And) Fleur Friday No. 6

Jeanne was in a daze between the wine, and the incredulity of the fact that her father was dead. The father she never met was dead, and it was a startling revelation. She hoped she covered up nicely enough, when Eliza took her hand and asked if she was okay. When she left Eliza and Terrence for a car home, and arrived there she felt numb during her shower.

She went right to sleep.

When she woke up in the morning, she had a need for release. Much like she had had the other time she went to Mal’s apartment. But she was too lazy to go to his place, so she rolled around in her bed. She was startled when she heard her buzzer, and she pulled the eye mask she wore to sleep up over her head. She was naked because she did not believe in anything but her and the sheets in bed, as she walked to the door.

“Hello?” Her voice was groggy—froggy really—and her incidental French accent was thicker than usual.

“Fleur?”

Jeanne buzzed Mal up, she did not get dressed and she did not remove her mask from over her head. She opened the door, and the sight of him in a t-shirt and jeans, and his long hair twisted up left her speechless.

“I need you,” he said, and wrapped his arms about her body.

She needed him too, she needed him and things that she could not name or did not even know. She stood on her bare tiptoes, and kissed him. He pulled her into him running his hands over her body, with the intimate knowledge he had acquired from being with her. He knew that caressing her ribcage made her chuckle, but prolonged it made her groan. His pressed his hand on her hip, and kissed her neck and shoulders.

“I want to leave marks on you,” he said, after a long kiss on the round of her shoulder.

Jeanne nodded, and took his hair out of its twist.

“You can do whatever you want to me…”

Driven by lust, they moved together and Mal placed her eye mask back over her eyes. Jeanne felt a lascivious thrill, with the loss of her sight. Her heart raced, and Mal kissed and licked there. Then the racing of her heart pounded between her legs. He pulled her leg up, and she wrapped them around his body, which meant she had to trust him so she would not fall.

He did not let her fall…

Jeanne is burying her grief is lust with Mal this week, Eliza was thinking of Jeanne as she fulfilled her own lust. And Sabrina well, she experienced lust as usual. Follow all of my ladies for their sometimes interconnected stories.

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Wicked Wednesday #321 — Lust

Terrence’s tongue felt like water bobbing around her when she was perfectly still. Eliza closed her eyes, and fondled her breasts as she sat on his face. He had been looking at her all evening like if Jeanne was not there, he would have placed her across the table and fucked her for everyone to see.

Not caring at all.

The way he made her feel now, Eliza was conflicted. She felt pure lust for him, but at the same time she was not sure how she felt about his relationship with Lila. Rafe had explained to her that Lila was a dominatrix, and that he only utilized her for business. Eliza laughed. The business of sex that he did not want to share with her? Did Lila dominate Terrence as well? But he had been in a relationship with her, so was that completely different?

And then Jeanne. Eliza saw Jeanne’s eyes fill with tears almost when she said her father was dead. Jeanne was reserved for the most part, even as she was open and receptive…to see her face filed with emotion was startling in that instant.

“Are you okay?” She had asked, swallowing her wine, putting her glass down and taking Jeanne’s hand in hers.

Jeanne looked awkward, as she nodded.

Terrence’s foot had been between her legs for awhile at that point under the table. He paused with Jeanne’s show of emotion, but resumed as soon as Jeanne said she was okay.

Eliza pinched her nipple, and ground into Terrence’s fingers slipping into her other wet hole. His tongue darting in and out of her front, and his fingers in the back made her convulse with pleasure. She wanted not to come undone as she did, but she did and she could feel his smile of satisfaction against her lips as her kissed as they pulsed.

She was still so sexually attracted to him even thought he had hurt her more than he knew he had, and more than she had expected him to.

She dug her nails into his shoulders, and he grunted with pleasure even as she knew she had to be hurting him a bit. Maybe he liked that more than she thought…maybe Lila dominated him like she dominated Rafe. And it made her want to hurt him, just to see if it would drive his lust…

Eliza and Terrence shared a particularly lusty moment, she is in sync with Sabrina this week! How and will Jeanne experience her own kind of lust this week? Find out this Fleur Friday!

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Masturbation Monday #203 — Craving

Sabrina was curled on the bed, blanket pulled up over her so she could block out the sun. Her body still ruminated from what happened at the hotel between her and Drew.

She did not know if Drew knew it was her, or if he really thought that she was a lookalike that he had picked up. What he did to her was not something that she was sure he would do to a stranger, or something he would do because he was angry with her. He did not hurt her, but he was very rough which he had been with her before but not like this.

And she liked it, she liked it very much. She craved it now.

Her anus still felt like he was inside her. They had had anal when they were together, and he was careful to make sure she was ready for it. She was so wet when he pressed his tip to her hole, that he almost could have used it for lubrication. But he fingered her with warm lube that still made her shiver, as he eased it over her opening. Sabrina bit her lip hard, so she would not come as he applied it. When he was inside her, she bucked against him wildly and he spanked her once to an immediate orgasm.

Her backside was raw from the spanking with his hand and belt, and she still craved more. She wanted to see him again, and from the way that he held her tightly even as she slipped away from him she knew he was more invested than he was pretending not to be.

His card was in her purse, and her fingers burned for her to just touch the card—the cardboard version of him. Instead, she reached for her cell phone, clicked on the star icon for favorite people and pressed Jeanne’s name.

When Jeanne did not answer, she figured it was just as well. Maybe it was best for her to lie with her emotions…

She woke up later, naked and still ruminating with what she and Drew had done. She was in her apartment, so she did not have to worry that Harry would come and find her with swollen eyes from crying, even though she did not know why.

But she did know why, didn’t she?

Then she felt the heaviness pull her body down on her mattress, and she rolled toward Harry. Sabrina was surprised, she usually went to him. But he looked at her, and cradled her without asking questions. He kissed her temples and cheeks, and pressed her blanket-tangled nudity to his full three-piece suit.

And she stopped crying, her body uncurled from into itself and instead into Harry.

Sabrina is in a lusty mood, which happens to be the theme for this week’s Wicked Wednesday! On Wednesday Eliza will deal with lust, and on Friday, you will see why Jeanne did not have time to pick up the phone!

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Fleur Friday No. 5 — Discord

Jeanne delicately spooned the fragrant broth at the bottom of her bowl. She was so close to Eliza, she could smell the wine on her breath—the bottle she had purchased for the table, that she and Terrence drank like water. Jeanne had enough, but was afraid if she drank too much she would reveal too much—feel more comfortable than she oddly did already.

If Jeanne was honest there was some—not a lot—but some resentment of Eliza and her mother. They were the chosen ones. Her father did not know about her, but he had not chosen Jeanne and her mother. And while her childhood was fine, she always knew that she lived the alternate life. Eliza had a mother and a father.

Her father.

And now here she was, so close she could smell the wine flowing from Eliza’s tongue. She poured wine for Jeanne, and she thanked her as she took a quick sip.

Terrence looked at Eliza in a way that let Jeanne know if she was not there it would be an intimate night for them. Eliza smiled at him in a soft tipsy way, like a young girl with a young crush. Eliza had a presence that made her elegant and accessible at once. She had a lot of Jeanne’s style to be honest, there was such a similarity Jeanne was surprised she did not run into Eliza all of the time.

But then Jeanne travelled a lot, and lived part of the time in France where her grandmother had a home. Jeanne was very proud of her French roots, and she did have that certain je ne sais quoi. Terrence looked at her approvingly to indicate he thought she was attractive, but his interests did not stray from Eliza.

“It’s been a lovely night Jeanne, I am happy you decided to spend some time with us, cheers!”

They all clinked glasses, and Jeanne felt a trickle of wine on her wrist. When she looked down, she saw it was midnight. She looked up like she was about to turn into a pumpkin.

“It’s midnight,” she said.

“On Friday, a lovely thing, the night is still filled with possibilities…” Eliza smiled. “I live right around the corner. This is my cafe now, I am here all of the time. I just moved, I…” Eliza faltered. “You might have noticed in the news, but I am sure you read the arts and more worthwhile things. I just had a very public breakup, and I am just trying to get my footing.”

“I did not want to mention it,” Jeanne said softly.

Eliza smiled.

“Because you are classy, you know you remind me of my father, not sure what it is about you. He had the same quiet manner like you.”

Jeanne felt her mouth go dry.

“Your father is dead, you said had?”

Eliza sobered as she nodded her head, and Jeanne nodded as if she knew too.

Beethoven’s Symphony Number 9 came up louder around them.

Jeanne might be feeling a little discord right now, follow her story every Fleur Friday. Follow Eliza’s story here. This week the Wicked Wednesday theme was symphony, which you can read more of here.

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Wicked Wednesday #320 — Symphony

Beethoven’s Symphony No. 5 was playing in the background while they waited for food at the cafe. Eliza looked at Jeanne a lot out of the corner of her eye. There was something about Jeanne, she reminded her of someone she knew. At first she could not place it, but then she realized that it was her father that Jeanne reminded her of.

Usually she did not make instafriends with someone, but she was doing okay with Jeanne. She was doing a lot of things his time that she had not done before. Now that she had broken up with Rafe again, and this time she meant it.

She went to the apartment while he was gone and took the things that she needed to live and left everything else. She did not want to fight with him or go through a lot, she just wanted to be separate. She ignored his calls, and this time he did not call as much as he had called her the last time they broke up. This was the third breakup, and this one was more major than the others.

“Are you okay?” Jeanne asked Eliza, turning to look at her as their food arrived.

Eliza had not even smelled the deeply fragrant food that had arrived which let her know that she had not really been sitting there, she had not been present. But she smiled and shook her head.

“I am fine, just a lot going on and I got caught up for a second. Would you like some of mine?” She offered her bowl to Jeanne.

The cafe was Italian and Japanese fusion, after the owner of the same heritage. The food was sensational. Eliza picked up her chopsticks, but nonverbally expressed she would not eat anything until Jeanne did.

That was what Jeanne did that was so similar to her father, well one of the things. She had a quiet manner, and impeccable manners. She was attentive to both Eliza and Terrence.

Terrence caught her eye, and Eliza looked at him squarely before starting to eat after she was satisfied that Jeanne had taken enough of her offered entree.

Then she disappeared again with each bite.

All of a sudden she was not so distraught about not being with Rafe anymore, which had been unfathomable just weeks ago. Eliza was intrigued how seamless their break had been. How easy it was this time, and how eager she was to have something new.

A completely new life with new experiences, and ultimately new people. Her mind raced with possibilities, and Beethoven’s symphony soothed her….

More Wicked Wednesday here, and see what Jeanne thinks of Eliza tomorrow for Fleur Friday!🌺🌷🌹

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Masturbation Monday No. 202 — Solicitation

Sabrina wandered in the area of the hotel, but did not go in. She did not know if she was going to see Drew—he gave her his card like she was going to seek him out. She had no intention of doing so…

…except there she was wandering outside like a prostitute. The prostitute that he had insinuated that she was when he pounded her in his hotel room like she was a stranger, when she thought that he must have know who she was.

She was caught up in these thoughts, when she walked right into him. He looked at her with the dark eyes that he looked at her with the last time they were together, and he held her now in the street because she almost lost her footing.

There was no conversation between them. Her being there was an admission that she wanted what had happened between then again. He took her hand like she was a girlfriend, like she was Sasha Grey or Riley Keough in The Girlfriend Experience. She had recollected her balance, and walked confidently in her high heels.

It was practically a routine that they had gotten down pat, after only the one time together. She put on the wig, and bent over the mattress after she pulled up her dress.

No underwear.

This was where the variation began. He caressed her ass for along time, before she heard him unbuckle his belt. He let the cool buckle of the belt rub up and down her ass, along the divide. She was so wet she was afraid that Drew could see, and would scorn her. If he did, he did not say a word as he spanked her with the belt and she tried to hide that she came immediately. She was that needy for the sensation—any sensation—and when he slipped inside her both of them groaned desperately with their need to be consumed by sensation.

Drew held her, spooned her over the bed, and would not let her go. Sabina needed that, she needed to feel him hold her and pull her close to him. After there was enough of that—well enough for her—she pulled down her dress and walked out of his hotel room. She did not want to linger with him for another second.

Between her legs held all of the evidence, as Sabrina strutted through and out of the hotel back into the sun like a spotlight on her.

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Elust #107 — Release

I am so happy to have my first Fleur Friday be included as part of Elust! There will be a new Fleur Friday…on Friday! Get caught up with Jeanne–and Eliza’s story–if you have not already… 

There are so many great entries for Elust this month–take a look!

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Feeling Compersion

Invisibility

To baldly go

 

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Cut Throat
The City I Love To Hate

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Legend Told

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The Key to Room 237 – Calypso
fleur friday no 1 – release
The Forbidden Beach
Natalie in the Cold
Power and Addiction
The Curse, Part One – Black Spots
Legend Told
The Adventures of Stephanie’s Ass
Dear Mortimer

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When I get down on my knees it is not to pray
The Importance of a Blowjob
Last night he made me dinner
Recreate
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Fleur Friday No. 4 — Sisters

Jeanne’s pace increased as she heard the heavy tread of footsteps behind her. It was the middle of the day, but this was New York and it was clear that she was being followed.

“Excuse me, wait, miss?”

Jeanne turned around, and within minutes of their last encounter, she was again looking Eliza in the eyes. As if the thought, somehow secured that it would happen. There she was looking her sister–who did not know that she was her sister–in the eye.

“I saw you at the cafe, and I felt like I knew you. You look familiar. Do I?” Eliza continued, wide eyed and with a hopeful smile.

Jeanne shrugged, it was a now or never moment. But did she want to blurt out on a SoHo Street that she was her sister? Did she want to bring all of that up, and open Pandora’s box on Crosby Street?

“You are Eliza Morton, right? I am a writer, I’ve covered the art scene. I just had that moment when you think you know someone and you do, but you don’t. We have never spoken before, but I have seen you. My name is Jeanne Bordeaux.” Jeanne extended her hand instinctively.

“Oh! Indeed, I have read your articles, do you want to…” Eliza looked flustered, taking Jeanne’s hand. “I mean I followed you out into the street, I am with my boyfriend having coffee, maybe dinner. Join us? Are you in a rush?”

Jeanne smiled, it could not hurt and maybe it was the most delightful serendipity. She shrugged.

“Sure, why not. I was headed to a gallery for a look at an artist, but there is no rush.”

The two of them walked back to the cafe where Eliza’s boyfriend was sitting. Was that the reason why she and her fiancé had broken up? Maybe her sister was better off than she thought, from seeing her love life in bits and pieces in the newspaper?

“I did know this lady!” Eliza beamed at the man. “She is the writer Jeanne Bordeaux?”

“Oh Ms. Bordeaux, I have heard of you too. Read some of your articles,” He put put his hand for her to shake it.

“Jeanne, call me Jeanne.”

“Jeanne, I am Terrence.”

Jeanne sat on her hands as she eased into the booth beside Eliza to ease their shaking. She was so nervous, she had never been this close to Eliza before, or spoken to her! She was at a loss for what was going to happen between them.

Whatever happened it would be an education, that is for sure on both learning about her sister and learning who she would be in this situation.

Find out more about Jeanne’s education, every Fleur Friday. Follow Eliza’s story here. This week the Wicked Wednesday theme was education which you can read more of here.

Wicked Wednesday #319 — Educate

Neither Eliza or Terrence could resist looking at her naked ring finger. They went to a cafe nearby the hotel that was now her home, and her naked finger seemed to be all the aphrodisiac that Terrence needed because he could not keep his hands off of her. His hand at her waist to usher her into every door he held for her, his hand for emphasis on her arms and thighs for even her sighs. He kept looking at her finger like it was inexplicable that her ring was not on it, even though she was telling him the story.

“You know, the first and only time I ever cheated on Rafe was when Oscar picked me up in a bar. I was miserable about my engagement even then, and I keep coming full circle.” she confided, taking a sip of her espresso. “And I broke it off before, but we got back together because we had been together so long and I could not imagine what it would be like not to be with him.”

“Do you still love him?”

Eliza stared at Terrence. The word love from his mouth was like a foreign language, she could not grasp the sound nor think of the letters that could form this word for such a nebulous emotion or action? What was love? Did she even know what love was? She needed an education on the word, and the notion.

When she looked away from him, her eyes caught those of a woman who was staring right at her from the street and there was something familiar about the eyes. The woman had eyes like her father, and that made Eliza smile at her. The woman continued to stare at her, and then turned and walked away.

Aside from looking like her father, there was something familiar about the woman like she had seen her before. Eliza felt her own frown with confusion, as she watched the woman walk away. There was something about her stride, and Eliza was sure that she knew her. She squeezed Terrence’s hand on top of her upturned one, and walked out of the the cafe to follow the woman who had almost turned the corner.

More Wicked Wednesday here, and if you want to know what happens after Eliza follows the familiar woman down the street, read my next Fleur Friday on when else, this coming Friday!

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