Masturbation Monday No. 123

All Nichy could hear was the click of her heels down the alley, and the Nina Simone song in her head, “I Put A Spell On You…”

The sound of her heels was heavy, before she looked down at her phone to see where her car was.

When she felt a tightness on her wrist, at first she thought it was carpal tunnel syndrome. But then she realized her hand was being held away from her.

She looked up, and she was not even surprised.

Graham.

“You are insatiable darling Nichy, just insatiable…”

Nichy did not know how much more of this she could take. It seemed that she could not escape from him, there was no point of her life that he was not part of. He shared every intimacy.

“My favorite neighborhood stalker,” she said darkly.

Graham squeezed her hand tighter, and she looked up at him again. She immediately knew that she should not have taunted him. He had the ability to follow her like the antagonist in A Long, Fatal Love Chase by Louisa May Alcott—all over the world and back again.

When she looked in his eyes, she felt like he had put a spell on her. She swallowed, her lips dry before Graham spit on them. He licked his saliva from her lips and kissed her, kissed her like he had been the one who was parched. He kissed her—they kissed—until he pulled away panting and looked in her eyes.

“You make me chase you, I will chase you for the rest of my life if that is the only way…”

Nichy looked at him, and swallowed.

“Only way what?”

Graham stared at her angrily, as if she knew and was making him stated the obvious which he hated to do. He pushed her back, and a stray cat or large rat ran past them. She only knew she heard the scuffle as it did. Face to face, Graham stared at her for a long time before he said anything.

“If it is the only way I can be with you…”
Nichy relaxed against the brick, and felt the cool metal of the trash can she bumped into as they kissed again. She simpered before she fell into a deep kiss with him, made all the hotter because she knew that he knew that she had been with Michelle.

And that she was heading to Tyler.

But his kiss was something she could never resist, and she was pretty sure it was fatal. Fatal, as he pulled her leg up over his, and ground against her making his desire an open secret.

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Sinful Sunday, Week 300!!!–Le Boudoir


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Wicked Wednesday #240 — New Start 

“It is a a new start for us, for Rafe and me…” Eliza said, looking at Terrence.Terrence frowned as he studied her, but he said nothing.

“I never told Rafe about you, but he figured out there was someone and told me it cannot go on. I broke up with him for not telling me about being with someone!”

“So you want to end this? You want to end me?” Terrence exclaimed.

Eliza was breathless all of a sudden. She did not want to end it, to end Terrence. But she felt she had to because she had not told Rafe about him first.

Because she had kept Terrence a secret, it was like he was her dirty little secret.

“You want to push me aside like a dirty little secret…”

“Stop reading my mind!” Eliza screamed, and started to shake. “Stop reading my mind!”

Terrence placed his hands on her shoulders to calm her. She did not feel calm, and was happy he was there to relax her. “In Paris, you sensed my inner turmoil, and you said all of the things that I needed to hear and that..

“That was why you made love with me? It was all my fault? I seduced you?”

Eliza tensed under his touch, and looked in his eyes.

“I wanted to be seduced.”

“And this, this between us has been nothing more than sex? Sex you want to sweep to the side, so that you can have your happy engagement back and a pure heart for your fiancé?”

“Terrence–”

His fingers dug into her shoulders, not with anger but desperation. They both knew there was nothing true about what he said. She put her hands over his.

“This is like your penance.”

“Terrence–”

He looked into her eyes, and she was immediately contrite for everything.

She did not want to lose him.
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Masturbation Monday No. 122

Nichy followed Michelle to her apartment. She made it sound to Renee and Theodora, as if she was doing so because she was only trying to be nice to Michelle. Renee looked at her for a long time, and Nichy was sure that Renee suspected something but said nothing.“Say hi to Gavin for me,” Nichy said, and wondered if that seemed cold after.

“I will,” Renee said, and kissed her cheek.

Michelle opened her door, and Nichy gasped.

The futuristic design of the apartment looked like something from the future.

“This is something!” Nichy exclaimed.

Michelle turned around and smiled. 

“I had it designed by an ex, he was an architect, There was something not quite so accessible about him, but he was able to do this for me.”

Michelle walked around in her apartment which looked a fishbowl. Everything was rounded, much like Michelle. Michelle turned to look at her.

“Are you going to stand there all night? Are you playing hard to get again?” Michelle asked.

Nichy walked over to Michelle, and Michelle laughed.

“You are so pretty, I would play any game you like Nichy. As long as I get you in the end…”

Nichy stared at Michelle’s lips, with freshly applied lipstick. She did not even realize when they kissed. Michelle’s lips were soft and hungry, which was a potent aphrodisiac. Michelle pulled her close, and Nichy felt molded to her curves.

“I do not think that I need to offer you anything to drink, so what can I offer you Nichy? Sometimes, I wish life could be like a story that I write.”

“What do you write?”

“Hmmm,” Michelle hummed, and Nichy felt the vibration of it through her body because they were so close. “Speculative fiction, and when I write sex scenes they are out of this world!”

Nichy caressed Michelle, she did not think about it. Her hands savored the softness of her curves, and all the things that she had wanted to touch all night. Had Tyler felt the same way? She was unable to determine if she really wanted Michelle, or if she wanted to experience what Tyler had. Wanted to know what he had felt, and what Michelle was like that was so different than her. Nichy knew that he loved her and she loved him, and she had forgiven him but her curiosity was still there.

And he could not get mad at her because he had done it. But she had been with Graham, so who was she to point fingers?

What fingers were there to point, when she and Michelle began to rub up against each other. Michelle was rounded against the wall, and Nichy rubbed noses with her. When she placed her hand on Michelle’s hips, Michelle bucked them and placed her hands over hers.

It was like deja vu that she could not share with Michelle, instead of being called Michelle, she whimpered Michelle’s name over and over as they made love. She saw their naked bodies overhead above Michelle’s bed, which reflected their slithering sixty-nine position. Her eyes were dazed between Michelle’s thighs, and she wondered if this was something she had done with Tyler.

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Sinful Sunday, Week 299 — Curled


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Kink of the Week December 16-31: Christmas

She was caught in a sea of horns, but it was his huge horns like those of an elk and headed right at her that got her attention. His human male from was barely hidden by his black fur outfit, and when he took the mask off and stood before her—well not her, but in the vicinity of her—she saw his dark eyes shine under the spotlight.

He was just as sexy without the mask, as he had been with it. Everyone had their own take on what to wear for the Krampus party. There were people dressed like bad children, and there were people dressed with horns.

She drowned in a sea of horns. But he was the anchor. A flash of light filled his dark eyes, and she felt a tremor through her body and was pretty sure that she was flushed from the rum that she had drunk. The punch was sweet and strong, and she was not sure if she swooned from drinking it without enough food…or if she swooned from him.

He put his mask on again. She felt her clit twitch, and was suffused with even more with heat. She was not ashamed that she felt her sudden arousal, she was ashamed that it had not quelled her desire when he was in a monster mask.

His sturdy masculine form prowled around the room, and she could not keep her eyes off of him as he did. As he did stealthily, until eventually he turned into a black blur in the crowd.

A friend grabbed her, and she became immersed in their conversation and remained so until she had to go to the bathroom. In the bathroom, she almost gasped.

There was the monster, looking at her in the mirror over the sink. 

“Have you been a good girl,” he asked, taking off his mask. “Or does this Krampus have to punish you?”

“Can’t you see my halo?” she raised her hands above her head and twirled, accidentally getting poked by his horns.

He kept her hands up over her head, and she looked up him. His dark eyes filled with the fluorescent lights of the bathroom, which were an aberration from the otherwise dim bathroom.

“You make a lovely halo, I wish you were a bad girl…”

He released her hands, and let them fall at her side.

Pressing her body to the fur of his costume, she rubbed her face against his fur and purred,

“I can be.”

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Wicked Wednesday #239 — Christmas Carol

Rafe held Eliza tight to him, his breath sweet with amaretto from the Disaronno that they put in the eggnog while they listened to Christmas carols on the sofa. Eliza pressed her cheek to his chest, and closed her eyes. She loved feeling this close to him, and sunk deeper into the emotion.

Her phone rang, and she realized she forgot to turn it to airplane mode. A picture of the painting that was in her hotel room with Terrence popped up.

“I have to take this…” she said sheepishly, and grabbed her phone. “Terrence?”

Eliza tried to make her hmmmms unremarkable, and she did several of them with Terrence. She talked in depth about a minor job detail to make it seem like it was a business call.

“I want to curl my fingers in you,” Terrence had said. “I want to curl my fingers in you so I can smell and taste your core…”

She crossed her legs tightly when he said that.

“Okay,” she answered. “I think that is just fine…we will talk about it when we return to work. Okay, bye.”

When she turned to look at Rafe, he looked straight at her. The Christmas carols had stopped.

And so had her heart.

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Masturbation Monday No. 121

Nichy felt conflicted as Michelle kneaded her thigh at the bar, and knowing that Tyler had just texted her. At first, she was angry he had texted Michelle. But at the same time, he knew she was with Michelle at the bar—so he could not have been that stupid to have texted Michelle for something questionable when there was the possibility that she would be with her.

Michelle would not stop kneading her thigh, caressing her and making it clear that she wanted to seduce her. Nichy remained still, even though it was getting hard to. There was a part of her that wanted to know what Tyler had experienced because she was so close to Tyler, that she wanted to know what he had seen and what he had felt with Michelle. There was another part of her that numb, and a part of her that wanted to string Michelle along.

Michelle moved her hand, and Nichy wondered if she had played the game all wrong. Nichy watched her flirt with Theodora, and she figured that she should have done things differently. But in a way, she did not care.

Or she pretended that she did not care for her sanity.

Nichy got up to go to the bathroom. From previous experience, didn’t she know that was an invitation?

“Do you like girls Nichy?”

Nichy turned around, and looked at Michelle.

“Because I do, and I am around very pretty girls tonight. Renee, Theodora and you…”
Before Nichy could say anything, Michelle grabbed her and kissed her.

Was this what she did to Tyler? Had she been this direct? Because when she kissed her, Nichy wanted that kiss more than anything she had ever wanted in her life. She licked the rim of Michelle’s lips, and Michelle pulled her ever closer to her until Nichy could feel the full softness of Michelle’s breasts against hers and the sweetness of Michelle’s perfume stained her like wine.

Michelle pressed her to the wall, and kissed her neck. Nichy ran her hands through Michelle’s hair, and gasped.

Michelle pulled away from her.

“Why were you playing hard to get at the bar, when I can get you?” Michelle asked, cocking her head to the side.

Michelle turned on her heel, and sashayed out of the bathroom. Nichy barely got her composure together as she looked after Michelle. She saw her own disheveled reflection in the mirror behind the door, and licked her lips that tasted like Michelle’s perfume.

Nichy suspected that neither she nor Tyler had known what had hit them in terms of Michelle…

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Sinful Sunday, Week 298 — Not Quite Christmas Lights

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Wicked Wednesday #238 — Preparation

Preparation for her upcoming wedding made Eliza nervous. Sitting at the bar by herself was so dèjá vü, of when she was first there lamenting over her fate.

And she met Oscar.

This time she was meeting Oscar, because she wanted to meet him.

Oscar looked at her, as he slipped onto the stool beside her.

Josephine looked at them knowingly behind the bar, and Eliza avoided her eyes.

She was seeing Oscar because she needed to, but it was not like before. Nothing was going to happen between them, they were not in that place anymore.

“When you met me, what was I like? I mean about the wedding?” she asked him softly.

Oscar stared at her for while, before he asked,

“What do you mean?”
“Was I a mess? What did you see? How did I come off?”

“You looked like the weight of the world was on your shoulders,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders. “You’re so tense.”

Eliza put her hands over his, and closed her eyes.

“I’m a mess Oscar, I needed you to see me to know if I looked the same way as I did when you met me. When you picked me up, and we became…”

He held her hands.

“You do not have to do anything you do not want to do Eliza,” he said, twisting her engagement ring.

“I want to get married,” she said quickly. “I always wanted to be married to Rafe, but it was the planning, the things I discovered about him that I did not know. But I love him.”

She shot a look at Oscar. Even though he was with Polly again, it was hard for her to say that to him. Or if it was not hard to say to him, she realized how heavy it was to say that after what they had been to each other and he did not even know about Terrence.

“Thank you for permission though, I love you for that. I love you for everything…” Eliza said.

She looked at him for a long time, their eye contact was bold and meaningful. With Oscar, she often did not need words. He was part of her preparation for everything, she thought as she looked away from him and twisted her engagement ring.

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