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Masturbation Monday No. 101 — Leave Me Here

Nichy’s fingers twitched between her legs, long after she had pleasured herself and as she heard her apartment door open. She squeezed her eyes tight.

Tyler.

She had hoped that he would not come to her place. It was after midnight. But she knew that he would, and she secretly wanted him to. Not so secretly it had been him she was thinking about, with twitching fingers between her legs.

He did not hesitate to get beside her, to place his hand on hers between her legs. Her hand continued to twitch beneath his. Nichy sighed, as his hand cupped her and hers fell slack along her thigh.

She closed her eyes, as he caressed her. The leg of his suit pants against her thigh, Nichy stopped breathing. Her body pressed to his with urgency, and then he stopped. Her clit was raw and tight, and all she could hear in her head was a song by the band Hem…

As he left her there…

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Wicked Wednesday #218 — Chocolate

Eliza had gotten to feel smug at the beach with Margaux, but she was not expecting that Margaux would have a trump card.

In the gourmet cafe they went to for dessert, Margaux was on the cover of one of the upscale magazines they sold. Eliza had thought that she only did modern day noir and pulp photography. But apparently she was also doing edible photography–what else could she call the photograph of Margaux covered with chocolate on those glossy pages?

Rafe stared at the magazine for a long time after he picked it up. Eliza could not keep her eyes off of it either, and stood beside him. Rafe’s gorgeous hand with veins bulging, lingered holding the cover and then skipped pages to see the entire spread with pictures of Margaux and her chocolate covered parts of her.

There was one in particular which had a close up of her leg beside a cupcake. It was close up enough, that the cupcake was not necessarily the edible of choice. Rafe caressed the tip of the page, and Eliza put her hand over his. He turned toward her, but she did not look at him or Margaux, choosing to look at the chocolate covered Margaux in the magazine.

“It was a hard shoot,” Margaux confessed to them later, modestly scraping chocolate from the bottom of her plate. “But it was a challenge, and I love to be someone else in the moment…”

Margaux sucked on the prongs of her fork, and looked back and forth between Eliza and Rafe.

“You are amazing,” Rafe said, without reservation.

Eliza nodded, and looked at Margaux finally. She placed her hand on Margaux’s.

“You are amazing…” Eliza practically whispered. “The photographs are amazing.”

“Thank you both…” Margaux answered shyly.

Eliza studied Margaux’s mouth, and wondered if her lips retained some of the chocolate that covered them in her photos. If when Rafe kissed her, she tasted like chocolate.

Margaux continued to suck on the spoon as if its marrow was chocolate. She and Margaux smiled at each other, and Eliza was sure that she could feel Rafe smiling at them.

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It Was Time To Play…

Nichy threw her head back, as she took off her stiletto heels. Her body was tight, as she was desperate for release. Her nipples grazed the silk blouse that she wore, and even the silk was abrasive because they were so firm. They were hard, and ached to be touched.The dampness of the crotch of her panties distracted her. Behind her wet lips, she felt there was a ball of energy like lava. She was pre-period and at her horniest. If she so desired, she could have pleasured herself in her office. But this kind of lustful ache deserved something far more luxurious, so she waited until she was home…for something slow and deliberate.

Her breasts and between her legs were heavy with want. As she walked to her bedroom, their throbbing made her almost delirious. A peripheral glimpse of her half naked body aroused her, as if it was someone she wanted to fuck.

Well she was going to fuck herself, and she looked very appealing to herself as she paused in front of her full-length mirror. She did not want to come too quickly, she could not come too quickly or it would be anti-climactic. It had to be a leisurely build-up, or she could have done it at work.

Nichy did not have to be alone tonight, Tyler would have come over, and still could after work. But he was having a very late night, and she did not want to make him to. He would be tired.

That morning, Graham had ravaged her, and made her look in this very mirror while he did it. She was always welcome to visit Renee and Gavin…but she really wanted to do herself.

Unsnapping her bra from the front, her breasts bounced into place and she circled her nipples with the tips of her fingers. A quiet moan moved up her chest, and she did not even think about touching between her legs because she would make everything happen way too soon.

and she did not want it so soon.

Not yet.

But she did bend over, and saw her breasts swing like pendulums as she did and the curve of her backside. She opened her drawers, and took out her favorite vibrator. It was a simple one, one that had a minimalist design and metallic color, Nichy pressed the smooth metallic base close to her inner thigh, and made sure it did not even touch a pubic hair.

In the mirror, she saw her hips rotate seductively to the vibration of her favorite toy, and she savored it.

There was no rush for her to come, it was time to play…

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Sinful Sunday, Week 277: F to Coney Island

This photo was taken on the F train to Coney Island. It was before I got this shot for my newest Friday Flash.

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Wicked Wednesday #217 — Sunburn

Eliza slathered sunscreen on herself to prevent sunburn, even though she was under a tent at the beach. Margaux was always polite when she was around her, but Eliza knew that she was staring at her. At her face, at her body, at the ring on her finger…

Her engagement ring was beautiful, it was often ogled and she was proud that people did so. Both she and Rafe idly caressed the ring when they sat side by side. It was never off of her hand since he proposed to her, except when she was doing extensive washing…or the time that they broke up. It was the first thing that he returned to her when they reconciled. It warmed the base of her finger when she it back on.

And she barely took it off since.

Margaux looked at the ring, and at Eliza’s thigh where her ring was on display. Eliza caressed her leg, and smiled at Margaux.

“Glad that you could come out today to the beach with us.”

“My pleasure,” Margaux cooed.

Rafe walked over to them, with a smile on his face, and glasses of champagne. He handed a glass to Eliza, and then to Margaux. Margaux smiled softly, and Eliza looked down at her own phone where she had just received a text from Oscar. If he had been in town, she would have invited him. That was why Margaux was here, to get closer to her because Rafe was seeing her and did not want either of them to feel awkward.

“Thank you,” Eliza said, before she took a sip of champagne.

“Thank you,” Margaux parroted her.

In a surprising move, Margaux rested her head on Eliza’s feet and Eliza could not help but caress her head. Could not help but to run her hands through her Margaux’s hair…

Rafe looked down at them with a smile, and Eliza smiled up at him.

While she one-handedly texted Oscar.

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Masturbation Monday No. 99

Nichy’s leg was over the edge of her MacBook, as she e-mailed her boss from bed that she was going to be late. Naked on the bed, she felt aroused beyond belief.

She hoped that she would make it to work…

After she wrote the e-mail, her fingers drifted from the keyboard, to between her legs and she started to tap her labia the same way she had typed her e-mail. If she had been a man, she was sure that she would have woken up with an erection. She woke up so aroused, and she could still feel what had happened between her and Graham.

She did not look for him beside her, that was not something that he liked to do. Except when they were living together, otherwise it was like he did not wake with her out of spite.

But she could still feel him, she slipped her finger inside of her and touched the parts where she could still feel him and her body went stiff. Immediately, she had to use two hands so she could fuck herself. Touching the path of his entry inside her was surreal, it was like her fingers were his shaft moving inside her all over again. Nichy pinched and stroked her clit to tease herself, but her fingers inside her were just as aggressive as Graham would have been.

Nichy kicked her MacBook to the side, as she semi-reclined on the bed. Her body curled in response to what she was doing to herself. She heard heavy moans and whispers of words she barely used, as she made herself come. Her fingers were almost too wet for her to get the right grip, but finally she did and she kicked her MacBook, as she pressed her fingers between her legs where she vibrated.

A sudden sound, made her shove her fingers deeper inside her before she looked up.

Graham.

Graham stood by the door, and she wondered if he had seen her try to do to herself, what he had done to her?

What he could do to her…

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Sinful Sunday, Week 276: Pluck

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Friday Flash No. 6 — Leaving an Italian Restaurant

All Claudia remembered when they were leaving the Italian restaurant, was her bare shoulder bumping against the photograph by the exit. Victor released her hand, after he had kissed the curve of her neck and she pulled away from him drunk on his lips and amaretto margaritas.

Right into the photograph.

When she sucked on her lip, she could taste amaretto. Before she released her lip, Victor’s lips were on hers. Claudia threw her head back when their lips parted, gasping wildly. He had pulled her into the nearby alleyway, pulled her leg up on his and with his support of her leg, she ground against him.

They both looked around the alleyway surreptitiously. In the restaurant, by the window, they had conspiratorially whispered dramatizations of exploring their lust there. Claudia had suggested her bare feet on the cobblestone. Victor suggested with her leg up over his, so he could spread her wider…

…now her leg was up over his, and her shoe fell off. The sound of it made her clit twitch. Only with Victor could she be out in a semi-private alleyway—only hidden by a huge trash bin—and feel overrun with lust.

There was a scurry beneath them, but Claudia could not look down when Victor was inside her. He had slipped into her, and let go of her leg so she wobbled. Her bare foot was on the ground to balance her, when he directed their lovemaking. There was a sting on her shoulder, which she realized was a cut from the picture she had bumped against. Victor lifted her onto the garbage bin, and re-entered her with renewed vigor.

“I couldn’t wait to be with you like this,” he whispered, as he thrust in and out of her.

“I know,” she cried, before they kissed again. “I would not have made it home without this…without having you inside me…”

A broad light fell on them, they both covered their eyes.

“Scusi,” said the startled worker who threw out the restaurant’s trash, and quickly shut the door.

Claudia and Victor quickly found their release, and left the alleyway. She rubbed her shoulder, as they came back to the front of the restaurant and she saw the picture by the exit illuminated in yellow light.

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Wicked Wednesday #216 — If There’s No Way…

If there’s no way we can be together, then…Margaux thought to herself.

If there was no way that she could be with Rafe, why did she keep finding herself with him? It was so random to find him in Times Square, but she did. She always found him.

They had gone back to his office, they barely even agreed upon it. It was either go there, or they were going to have sex in the back of his car. Not that Rafe would have minded having sex in the back of the car, it was more for her why they went to his office. For her modesty…the driver would wait for them downstairs.

And he would know…

For the first time ever, Margaux saw her reflection in the window of his dim office, and really saw how much she looked like Myrna Loy. At least her silhouette. Rafe pulled her by the hair to draw her to him, and she whimpered. She wanted him so much, had wanted him so much. She stayed away from him because she was so afraid of this…Afraid of abandoning her good sense so that she could be with him.

Anywhere.

Afraid of being bare-assed on his desk top with his floor to ceiling glass windows, even in the dark. Because someone in one of the tall residential buildings across the way, would be able to make out that it was her bare ass. That her legs stretched apart were not wings, but her opening to desire.

Rafe pulled her dress up over her head, and naked she moved with him. She wrapped her legs about him, and he moved more into her. It was not completely dark in his office because of the light outside and around the it. Margaux had not even asked him if anyone was still there working. At this point, she did not care, as she felt herself stick to a piece of paper under her. It was drenched with her wetness.

When his lips were not on hers, she parted them like a fish—for breath, as a silent mantra or something she did not know how to define. Rafe placed his lips over hers like a matching fish, and she had giggled.

She was not giggling now—she was in love, and it was not a laughing matter…

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Masturbation Monday No. 98

Nichy woke up, choked softly on the scent of rose geranium on her fingers, and her own scent on her lips. She could taste herself as if she had kissed her labia herself, instead of Graham. Graham who she had apparently fallen asleep on, and he ran his hands through her hair absently. But with Graham, nothing was ever an accident.She jerked up, and he grabbed her hair like a rein.

“What?” he barked.

She shook her head, and covered her mouth as she coughed.

“Nothing.”

“Sit on my lap…” he cooed.

Nichy stared at him, her mouth agape. The next thing she knew, he tenderly pulled her up onto his lap. She curled into his lap, and buried her face in his neck. Graham caressed her bottom, and kissed her. Nichy looked up at him, and rubbed her bottom against his thighs. He was already getting hard, and her rubbing made steel of him.

“Nichy, I need to be inside you…Nichy…”

She needed him inside her, it felt so good and familiar on his lap. Grinding her backside into his thighs, Graham slapped one of her cheeks to still her. He pushed her pants down without any finesse, while he sucked on her neck. In contrast, he lifted her hips, and thrust into her at an angle that he knew would drive her crazy.

Except he did not move, she felt her lip tremble but knew better than to move. Nichy knew better than to make a sound. Graham caressed her bare backside, and she was so aroused she could have come from that.

But she knew better.

It seemed like forever in the dark, him inside her but not moving. Nichy was perfectly still, waiting for Graham.

To move.

When he did, it felt like he was trying to destroy her, he was so rough with her.

She wanted him to be.

Nichy straddled him, the tips of her toes on the floor as she rode him. She drove herself into him until it hurt. It had to hurt for her, or else he had not touched her. When she arched her back, she saw her face like an upside animal in heat. She felt the sweat at her temples and between her breasts, she ground into him all the more.

She needed to feel him destroy her.

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