F DOT LEONORA

“Remember me?”Tyler looked at Nichy with a half smile. 

Yes, she did remember him in a suit like he wore now, rushing here and there with a suitcase these days.

“Of course I do,” she smiled at him, but quickly realized that she did not know what mood he was in.

He had been away when she was in London, he had been away a lot lately and she had lost her sense of him in a way.

Was that the reason that Drew had seemed so appealing to her?

No, Drew was special. So did that mean Tyler was not?

“When was the last time you fucked me?” he asked, taking off his jacket and standing before her. He pulled a strand of her hair, and looked into her eyes. “When was the last time we were in the same city?”

He pulled her close, and it was like riding a bicycle or tying a shoelace. That was how easy it was to place her hands on Tyler’s body, press herself to him and purr her kiss like a cat.

He semi-clawed at her and the way he made her feel with his body pressed to hers, she would not have minded if he dug his nails into her in the moment. He lowered his face to hers, cradling hers with such tenderness it made her feel like her core was melting.

“Missed you…” he breathed rapidly, before he pressed his lips to hers.

“I missed you,” Nichy said, spreading her legs as he sat her on top of her desk. He ran his hand over her thigh, slowly like he had all of the time in the world. She was embarrassed her thighs quivered while he did it. He ran his finger along the tremor of her quiver, and it was like he had dipped his finger between her legs.

“How much did you miss me? What have you been doing in London? Did you keep the bridge from falling down?” Tyler urged.

Nichy wrapped her arms about him, and he pulled her close to him.

“Who is Drew?” he breathed.

Nichy swallowed, and Tyler watched her throat.
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She had the miles, she had the time and so she went back to London. Nichy was overwhelmed by the series of terrorist attacks in the UK, and it made her realize that she could not imagine not having Drew in her life.

When he opened his apartment door, she wrapped her arms about him so tight that he fell back and laughed softly at the force at which she came at him. He held her tight, and kissed her temple.

She looked up at him, and his soft smile straightened with warmth. 

“I’m okay,” he promised, looking at her with soft eyes that mirrored her concern. 

“I know, I know, I –” 

Her voice broke off, and he held her close. She was so close to him, she felt his heartbeat, the soft stream of his breath and an involuntary muscle twitch. Nichy curved her body to his, to his heart, his breath, his belly and placed her hand on it. Looked up at him.

Drew looked down at her, her lips quivered because of what she wanted to say. She was not sure that they were ready for those words. He caressed her lips, and she tasted the salt from her tears on his finger.

“Darling Nichy,” he started, not trying to refer to the Prince song she knew. “Darling…”

“I’m sorry,” she croaked, unintentionally. “I just needed to see you after everything…”

He pulled her close, and kissed the bridge of her nose, the curve of her lip, her throat and the hallow of her neck. Nichy tilted her head to the side, and he smothered her neck with kisses. Kisses on her neck drove her crazy and as her hands caressed Drew’s body, the tenderness between them evolved to full-out passion. His hands felt like fire under her blouse, as he unhooked her bra. The buckle of his belt was heavy and thick when she undid it.

They lie on the floor where they had rutted like animals, Nichy’s body smoldering as she surveyed sweat and love marks on Drew’s body. She could feel the use of her own body, and a sweet soreness that beckoned her to press her pelvis to Drew.

“You are insatiable…” he panted, yet grabbed her hips and pulled her to him.

Nichy needed to feel him, it was her need and her protest to all of the hate in the world…

Her love.
This post is for London, and the picture is one of the first I took the first time I was there, hanging out of a bus and soooooo very happy to see Big Ben!

It is a beautiful city…

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Nichy never slept well on a plane, and with unending thoughts about Drew who she had only been separated with for hours it was impossible. Those hours included an ocean, and they were so far apart that it hurt. Nichy looked over at Carole, who was fast asleep and wore her fancy eye mask that looked like a masquerade mask. It was dark on the plane because everyone was sleeping, but Nichy could not sleep at all.

Her body was hungry for Drew. She could still feel his body against hers, and inside of hers. Her hand had slipped between her thighs instinctively and when she realized it was there, Nichy plotted to pleasure herself discreetly since it was so dark on the plane.

Loosening her seatbelt around her hips, Nichy pulled up her dress. The inside of her thighs were already damp, as she caressed the inside of them. She could smell her own heat and slipping her fingers from under her blanket, Nichy tasted her fingers and could taste the sex that she and Drew had had just hours earlier.

Her other set of fingers moved from her thighs to her satiny lips, and Nichy sucked her fingers harder as she inserted a couple of her fingers into herself. And then pulled them out abruptly.

Her fingers felt good moving in and out of her, but Drew felt better so they were a weak replacement. Nichy was startled by moisture above her cheeks. Her eyes tightened, tears fell and she saw Drew’s face and thought about what it was like to kiss him. She remembered his scent and his warmth. The memory of the way he held her burned her, and her body felt scalded.

Her phone buzzed, and her clit trilled with it. She picked it up, and the scent of her heat filled her as she saw Drew’s name pop up on her screen.

Do you miss me yet? he texted.

Nichy closed her eyes, he had no idea how much she did…
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