Masturbation Monday No. 201, Kink of the Week, July 1-16

Sabrina wore the wig back to Harry’s. When she left the hotel after Drew, she did not wear it because there were people who would know she was Nichy if they saw her. But in his apartment, she realized that Harry would not have any idea who Nichy was.

When she walked into the livingroom, she played with the wig, as Harry studied her.

“What is with the wig?” he asked, watching her spit strands of the hair out of her mouth.

“I don’t know,” she said shyly and coyly at once. “I just felt like playing around.”

Harry stood up, pulled a handful of her hair into his fist, and kissed her.

This was what Sabrina wanted, this cocktail of passion and roughness.

Drew had been rough with her, but it had felt very different. It had felt like he had an agenda, it had felt like he wanted to hurt her. And for dizzying moments with all of the endorphins running through her, she wanted him to hurt her. He fucked her like she was a toy for his penis. Like she was a mold of the woman that wanted to imagine he was with, while realizing or not that he was with that woman. If she put her finger where he had been, she would still feel the hurt that he almost caused her while he pleasured her.

Harry pulled her closer, still with her hair in his fist and kissed her almost painfully. She wanted him to be rough. She wanted to be rough with him, her nails grazing his scalp. He grunted in response to her nails on his skin, and smacked her bottom as he pushed her onto the couch.

It was different with Harry than it had been with Drew. Harry was rough, but he was still considerate. He held her, and held her hand afterward. She looked in his eyes, and their color scalded her.

No matter how she wanted to pretend that he was not important, no matter how many people she was with, it was still Harry that scalded her memory.

Even as she resurrected Nichy, and he had no idea…

Her fingers on herself, she wondered what else Drew had that was meant to resemble her. Did he remember her cunt from memory, and have a toy made and maybe he caressed the wig she was wearing now while he fucked himself with it?

Had she scalded his memory?

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Fleur Friday No. 3 — Newspaper

Jeanne hugged Karys, before she got out of her car and walked up to her apartment. In her apartment, she wrapped her arms about herself. Thoughts of Mal filled her head, he had been texting her floral texts since she left.

She really was his Fleur.

She liked spending time with Karys who was like a sister to her, and even more. It was ironic that she was so close to a friend like this, when she actually had a sister who she did not know—and did not want to know.

Her father had left her mother before she was born, and her mother never said she was pregnant. Why would she have? Her father was marrying another woman, and she was not the type of woman who wanted to trap a man. She raised Jeanne on her own, and Jeanne never wanted for anything. Her childhood was a fanciful one, that fueled her creativity and made her a writer. She was working as a writer as a teenager getting paid, and never stopped getting paid for it.

It was not until her mother died, that she found through her mother’s things pictures of a man that she clearly looked like and in her mother’s journal entries she discovered his name and saw pictures of him with his wife…

…and daughter.

The life that Jeanne did not have with a mother and father, was given to his other daughter, Eliza.

Eliza Morton was an art specialist, and socialite who was getting married to a wealthy businessman. She often saw pictures of her in newspapers and magazines. Jeanne sometimes had articles concurrently in the periodicals, and so she and her sister would be in them at the same time.

Jeanne was padding barefoot around her apartment, when she picked up the paper and skimmed through it. Pages in, indeed, she did see a photo Eliza but she clutched the paper tightly when she read the caption.

Eliza Morton heads to work with a gourmet coffee and looks elegant as one of the artworks she sells, days after her rumored split from her fiance.

Jeanne felt something stir inside of her, that she had never felt before. It had always seemed to her that Eliza was the lucky one, it never occurred to her that Eliza had problems or anything unhappy in her life. She had their father’s love, the rich fiancé and Jeanne felt like the bohemian Cinderella step-sister. But now, now she wondered if Eliza was happy and if she needed someone—a sister to be there for her.

She had never wanted to meet Eliza before. But she wondered if now was the time when she felt like this, seeing her in print.

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Wicked Wednesday #318 — Recreate

It was not a scene Eliza had ever intended to recreate, but there she was alone in a hotel room without her engagement ring.

Again.

It was the second time she took off her ring, and meant it.

She did everything all over again with Rafe, threw the ring at him screamed so much that her throat was sore but her eyes remained dry.

There was nothing to cry about.

And then a text from Terrence broke her reverie, and she thought that she would be nauseous. She felt like he was bad juju, that if Lila had never texted him she would not be in this place.

Alone, and wanting to be that way.

She put her phone facedown, because she kept seeing Terrence’s name.

Why was it that she had just called off her engagement—again—but she was upset about Terrence—again?

When she heard a knock at her door, she pinched her thigh because she had forgotten to turn off her GPS location so at the door could be a number of people who had access to where she was. Eliza could not pretend that she was not there, but she took her sweet time getting up and opening the door.

Terrence.

“Did you mean to visit Lila?” she practically spat, and was embarrassed by her vitriol.

Terrence looked at her puzzled, in the way that he did that was boyish and sexy, but right now she felt nauseous as she looked at him.

“What?”

She turned away from him, and heard him close the door behind him.

“Why was she calling you?”

Terrence’s expression switched from puzzled, to understanding.

“And the first thing is that I am involved with her again, right? I don’t have to lie to you Eliza. I thought we were honest with each other.”

“So now you are not seeing her?”

“No,” Terrence said stiffly.

Eliza chuckled darkly.

“Well good, because my ex is seeing her now so, I guess she cannot juggle you both!”

“What? Your ex?”

“The engagement is off.”

She raised her hand at him to show him her naked finger, and the gesture seemed obscene.

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Masturbation Monday (Happy) No. 200!!! — The Accident

It was an accident. Sabrina meant to call Jeanne. But she accidentally called Drew because she had been looking at his contact information on her phone, and she had hung up when she heard his voice. But he still called back.

“Hello?” His accent filled the line, and she hung up because that was not what she had meant to do.

It was equally an accident that she saw him at where else? Her own personal love hotel, where she had a foursome with Harry, Carole and Gui. Where she met Renee for a series of trysts, and now where she saw Drew. Should she really have been so surprised to see him there? He was friends with Carole, and for all she knew maybe they were sleeping together now.

When Drew saw her, he did not know right away who she was. But then he turned around, and really looked at her. Sabrina stared at him blankly, as if she thought a new hair color, fragrance and makeup would make someone who had been intimate with her forget who she was.

“Nichy?”

At this point, Nichy did feel like another person to her, someone she had been so long ago that she did not remember who that even was.

“Nichy?”

Sabrina shook her head, and Drew took her arm.

“You look exactly like a woman that I cannot forget…do you want to help me forget her?” He took in her scent, and wriggled his nose indicating that he was not familiar with her perfume. “Can you help me forget her?”
So it was an accident, when he took her to yet another room in this now legendary hotel to her, and started fucking her before they even got into the room. He lacked finesse, as he pulled her dress up and pressed himself to her.

This was how he took her when he could not wait anymore. When she wriggled her ass against him, he smacked it hard.

“Stop, you are going to make me come too fast. Wait, wait!” He panted.

Turning just her head to look at him, Sabrina saw him go into his suitcase, and pull out a wig…that looked like her hair did when she was Nichy. He thrust the wig into her hands.

“Put this on,” he demanded, and Sabrina did what he said. He studied her for a moment. “Perfect, now turn around.”

Sabrina turned around, and he felt between her legs.

“Soaking wet, were you waiting for me? Or did I take you away from someone else?”

Sabrina moaned as her fingered her, as he let his finger slip into her she cried out.

“Be quiet, I want to forget, and don’t look at me.”
Sabrina bit her lip, as he pushed into her. She tasted the blood as he rammed in and out of her. In and out, until she felt his hot come fill her and she gasped because he did not use a condom, and she was a little panicked.

Did she really believe that he did not know she was Nichy, while he fucked her like this?

When he was done, he groaned and pushed her away from him. He reached for his wallet at first, and then he laughed.
“You are not a pro are you?” he questioned. “Well not a whore, at least are you? That was pretty good.”

Sabrina looked at him, and shook her head. She excused herself into the bathroom to wipe away any evidence of the accident.

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While Sabrina was having an accident, Jeanne had her own hands full–introducing Fleur Fridays!!!

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Elust No. 107 — Driving Lessons

 

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I do not know how to drive, but I was able to use driving lessons as a metaphor. Sure does feel good to be part of Elust again–see who else joined me!

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Not Bad, but Not Good
His Voice (and other things)
Compersion and the Green-Eyed Femdom
Kinky Fuckery

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Our Largest Organ
The lovers joined
The Comfort of Familiar Sex

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Fleur Friday No. 2 — Les Fleurs du Mal

Mal with a naked face, lying on his side looking at her made Jeanne feel fragile. That was why he called her Fleur, a play on Baudelaire’s Les Fleurs du Mal.

She was his fleur–his flower.

“Your corpse flower maybe!” she would chide, but this time, she wanted to be fragile to him.

To be his flower.

She left Mal, a long kiss by his door, and ran her tongue over his lips like her tongue was lipstick for their finale.

On the street below, she still felt fragile but now she was alone. She was headed to brunch with her friend Karys. Karys was her closest friend, they talked all the time and had brunch often.

Karys always looked like the night before had been a long one. As a behavioral therapist, Karys had a very rough job at times. She had helped a lot of teenagers, but she had lost some. And on top of it, the reasons why Karys wanted to help others had a lot to do with her own upbringing. She was razor sharp about other people though, and read Jeanne at least like a book.

Karys was at the bar when she got there with a bloody mary. Her greeting kiss which caught Jeanne a little on the lips was spicy, and vodka laced.

“Morning babe,” Karys said, getting up as the hostess intuitively led them to their table.

Jeanne smiled when the same hostess looked between the two of them knowingly. People often thought that there was something between them. There was something, but it was extremely complicated. Jeanne just knew that they were going to be friends for life.

“So Mal is good, because his little Fleur is blooming!” Karys stuck out her tongue at her.

Jeanne stuck out her tongue, and licked her lips.

“Yeah, he is beautiful, it was hard to leave him.”

“You could have invited him.”

Jeanne shook her head. Her relationship with Mal was—complicated—what relationship in her life was not complicated? But Karys and Mal together might be a little too much for her at the moment. She ordered a peach bellini, and surveyed her friend.

“So how was your last night?”

Karys grinned at her knowingly.

“I don’t remember it all chronologically, but it was manageable and I had at least one orgasm so that is a win.”

“I had multiple…” Jeanne grinned, and Karys gave her a high five.

“We have everything you know? Good jobs with just enough edge, and good sex. What more can one want in their life? And no families to tie us down.”

Jeanne smiled down wanly at her peach bellini, as it was placed in front of her. What Karys said was right, but why did she always feel like there was more she wanted? Like her interests should be even more varied? What was she interested in doing next, or interested in starting to do?

Jeanne is my new character, for this new series. She is connected to Eliza and Sabrina, but her story is a standalone—take a look at their stories while you wait for more Jeanne!

Jeanne’s story will always use the latest prompt from Wicked Wednesday…

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Wicked Wednesday #317 — Interest

Her renewed interest in Lila had started because she saw that Lila had called Terrence, never would she have imagined that she would be here. That she would have waken up, and see Lila’s face looking like a dominatrix would appear on Rafe’s phone.

Rafe? Eliza immediately reached to attack him, when she realized she was pummeling the mattress.

Eliza was panicking as she got out of bed, and did not even see Rafe. Presently she saw Lila—and red.

She held his phone like it was on fire, and stormed over to him when she finally found him.

“Lila? Are you serious? Lila?”

Rafe looked at her, his face was bemused. He took the phone from her.

“We are still here? You checking my phone?”

Eliza took the phone, and threw it at the wall.

“No, you do not get to do that! You do not get to make it about me! That I was wrong! LILA?” she repeated indignantly.

“Who is Lila?”

Eliza strided across the kitchen, picked up the phone with its now cracked mirror and handed it to Rafe.

“TAKE A LOOK AT YOUR DAMNED PHONE! THAT IS WHO LILA IS!”

She threw the phone next to the pan where he was making breakfast, and Lila’s stunningly beautiful face was on his screen again.

Rafe looked down at his phone, This time his face was not bemused, this time he knew very well who Lila was. But now Eliza saw that the phone said Dom above Lila’s face. Maybe he did not know her name, but that did not make a difference! The face was Lila’s, and she felt nauseous.

“WHO IS LILA? I DON’T BELIEVE YOU! SHE IS CALLING YOU RIGHT NOW!” she started again, not completely convinced. Her fiancé was a good actor.

Rafe looked at his phone.

“This is Domino, I do not know who—any Lila.”

And then Eliza blacked out.

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And tomorrow, start reading my newest series, Jeanne! Find out how she and Eliza are connected.

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Masturbation Monday #199 —Prince Harry

“You like falling in love more than anything. More than loving or being in love, you love the sensation of falling,” Jeanne had said between her cigarette in one hand, and her gin in the other while surveying her friend.

Jeanne’s words stayed with Sabrina long after the two women parted. She did not see Jeanne often, but every time she did see her, she was falling for someone new. There she had been in the bar, getting day drunk and telling Jeanne all about Harry.

Because she was always talking about Harry.

Prince Harry, well the prince in her dreams, so her Prince Harry.

But could she imagine herself and Harry like the Royals? The big wedding, and everything that came with that? It scared her to be honest, and she was not sure why.

The commitment.

Jeanne’s words stayed with her, as she walked into their apartment. She could smell Harry was already there, deeper than just the top notes of his scent, she could smell his essence like smoke. Her nose followed the scent until she was just under his arm, her nose in the sweet pit of him. His scent raged like a fire, and he pulled her into his heat.

Sabrina hummed a French melody that Jeanne was hummed when they were together. Her French was awful, but she sang the words that she knew and Harry looked down at her.

“Did you meet with your French friend?” Harry questioned, looking into her eyes.

Sabrina nodded.

“That is my best French when I am with her. All the words I know, and understand.”

“Voulez-vous couchez avec moi?” Harry said, sticking his tongue out.

“Everyone knows what that means,” Sabrina whispered, leaning up and Harry leaned down more so their tongues touched.

And when their tongues touched, she needed more to touch. She kissed his chest, and dipped her tongue into the pit of his arm. She knew he was sensitive there. In response, he pressed her to the wall.

“You don’t like me to be gentle do you, you like me to be rough with you…”

He kissed the top of her head, as he pulled up her skirt. She could hear his finger click, as he touched between her legs with her wetness. She was already wet, neither one of them was surprised.

“You are always wet,” he said, and pushed his fingers into her mouth.

Sabrina could taste her own heat, and was afraid that she would combust, as he moved his fingers, and replaced them with his mouth.

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Fleur Friday No. 1 — Release

Jeanne placed the newspaper next to her in the backseat of the town-car. The driver had left newspapers and magazines in the back, so passengers could read them while he was driving them to their destination. Newspapers reminded her of herself, or her sister since one or the other was in them all the time…and that was not what right now was about.

She wanted a full release right now, she was so wound up and there was only one thing that would unwind her…

When she walked into Mal’s apartment, she wrapped her arms about him. He kissed her, and she did not even care that he was going to leave lipstick all over her.

It turned her on to see his lipstick on her collar—cloth or bone.

When she looked at him, between her legs watered. He was dressed in a three-piece suit, that displayed his body. And then his face was made up, his makeup perfect, although she loved him with less. Like anyone who wore makeup, they usually looked even more beautiful with less. His long hair was slicked back, a bun knotted at the nape of his neck.

In bed, his hair was all over the place, he smelled floral, and his lips tasted like fruit. His androgyny was breathtaking. She tugged at his hair while he was inside her and bit his lips. He bit hers, and she cried out as he gave her the release she so desperately sought.

In the morning, the pale sunlight on Mal’s naked face and his hair spread out made Jeanne feel wild.

He pulled her close, and she kissed him. They kissed for a long time, until she felt she would sink into him.

She first met Mal at an art gallery—several to be exact when she was on the art beat. Where she was near her sister a lot, without talking to her.

But Mal.

Mal was at so many openings, and she saw him in expensive suits but it was him in a t shirt and jeans, with a ponytail that floored her. He seemed more approachable, and he left lipstick on her collar as soon as they met. Kissing her like they were in France, and holding her as close to him as was acceptable to talk about a painting with her.

She was naked with him within the hour, and it was always like that every time after.

He always gave her a sweet release…

Jeanne is my new character, for this new series. She is connected to Eliza and Sabrina, but her story is a standalone—take a look at their stories while you wait for more Jeanne!

Jeanne’s story will always use the prompt from Wicked Wednesday…

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Wicked Wednesday #316 — Release

Eliza loved to see Terrence, but as much as she tried, she could not release certain thoughts about him from her mind. In the beginning, she had not even liked him because he was arrogant and remote with her. Then it was a passionate affair between them, and then there was Lila.

There were things that blemished their rapport.

Tonight was another blemish.

They had both been drinking, neither of them was sloppy drunk, but they had definitely been drinking. He held her hand, and would not release it.

“I need you to be with me more, you disappeared Eliza. And even when I do not see you, I see you. In the newspaper, pictures, mentions of you in the business section. I need more of you. I feel like I had more too…”

He would not release her hand, and it felt like an iron grip even though he was not holding her tightly. She did not know what to say to him, it was uncomfortable for him to say he needed more of her. He knew that she was polyamorous when he met her. She never kept that a secret, because she knew how she had felt when Rafe kept that a secret from her.

“I have never lied yo you, or withheld my time from you Terrence.” she replied stoically, looking in his eyes with a blank—it felt blank to her—expression.

“I never said you lied,” Terrence shook his head. “I am just saying I want more of you. I’ve missed you.”

“Why lament about things past, when I am right here?” she looked at him.

He still would not release her hand.

His phone vibrated, and even without looking she looked and saw Lila’s name pop up on the screen. Terrence was still holding her hand, and not looking at his phone. She was facing the phone, and looked at the picture of Lila. Her eyes bright and soft on the screen, in a way that she had never seen Lila.

A way she assumed, Lila was just for Terrence.

He still would not let go of her hand, and even though it was hours later, and she was home in bed, she could still feel his grip and see Lila’s miniature soft smile on his phone…

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