Masturbation Monday No. 95

Nichy was at the point where did not want to come anymore. It felt so good when she was about to come, that she felt like she could do it over and over again. But then after she had come three times–third time being the charm!!!–she was not ready to come again.Her thong was drenched, and inside her purse. She had placed it there because she felt better without it on, than she had with it on.

Gavin took her hand and held her as her thighs quivered, while she took it off. He had suggested that they leave, and go to Renee’s place which was not that far from the bar.

“Just for a nightcap, you guys have worn me out.” Nichy insisted.

Gavin raised an eyebrow at her.

“Really?”

“Really!” Nichy smiled. 

Naked beneath her dress, she still was a wet mess and was pretty sure that Gavin knew she was not being completely honest. He pulled her close to him, his hand just against her backside. To prevent a Marilyn Monroe moment that would really scandalize the passerbys.

They walked in companionable silence, holding hands.

“You know Nichy, you are the reason why Renee and I getting married. If we had not been so curious about each other because we were both involved with you…we never would have gotten close…”

“So I should be thankful that the two of you are together because of me?” she asked, with more than a hint of sarcasm.

“Well you are with Tyler now…” Gavin answered, and she sensed something in his voice that she knew she had put there and that she could not deny he had the right to feel.

“I love you, you know. I really love you, and I am happy if you are happy…” she finally said after a couple of blocks.

Gavin stopped, and looked at her.

“I love you too Nichy, I will always love you…”

And then, on a closed street–a historical block that looked nothing like the other streets around it with its cobblestone and French flair. Gavin pressed her to the wall, and looked in her eyes. The moon as ever was clever, and illuminated just their eyes like masks of light. He pressed his lips to her forehead and temple, the tip of her nose, her cheek and then finally kissed her mouth. His kiss was not lustful, but filled with love. There was so much love it made her heart quiver, like her thighs had earlier. She caressed his neck and held his hip, deepening their kiss.

A flash of light from above, revealed a woman looking out of her window. Nichy did not move her lips from Gavin’s as the older woman looked down at them. The woman smiled,

“Oh love!” she cried, and turned off her light.

Nichy closed her eyes, and continued to kiss Gavin. That woman had no idea about their brand of love…

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Sinful Sunday, Week 272 — Dive


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Friday Flash No. 5 — Service

Loretta looked at her red-lacquered finger on the button. That button had become like Pavlov’s bell for her, when she pressed it. Months ago when she pressed that button, she had just expected to come in and clean a gentleman’s apartment. The apartment was huge, and the windows were opened letting her look almost back to her apartment downtown. She pulled up her sleeves, and prepared to go to work when the gentleman who hired her to clean his apartment appeared in the hallway. He mirrored her in white dress shirt and blue jeans. Soon after meeting him, she looked out toward downtown in just his dress shirt completely open and her body ruminating with the pleasure he had created within it.

That was how he liked her to clean. In his dress shirts–open, nothing underneath. Sometimes he liked her to wear his cufflinks. His cufflinks were as assorted as the charms on her Pandora bracelet. Naked except for his shirt, every motion to clean made her body a symphony of anticipation. Sometimes he was there, sometimes he was not there. When he was there, he never took his shirt off of her. Whatever he did with her, he did with his shirt on her.

After she pressed the button to be let in on her shifts, she knew if he did not come to the door in a certain amount of time she was free to use his key. Today was such a day, she put the key in the door and closed her eyes. Putting the key in his lock, was like the reverse of him entering her. Licking her parched lips, she unbuttoned her own dress shirt and folded it neatly on the table next to the door. Loretta stepped out of her jeans, and had another Pavlovian response to his dress shirts. She went through his dresser drawer to find a pair of cufflinks to put on as part of her service for the day…

Whether he was there or not he slipped through her like a ghost, she stood still for a moment and then remembered her purpose to service…

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Wicked Wednesday #212 — View

Eliza took in the floor to ceiling view from the bar. Josephine had just gotten off of work, and they were going to another bar which puzzled her.”This is the most sought after view in the city Joe, maybe we should just stay here?”

Josephine stared at Eliza with exasperation, and she could not blame her. It was finally her time off, and Josephine probably did not want to stay at her workplace as stunning as it was.

“Only,” Josephine said. “Only if we stay in one of the private rooms, and I have to ask for permission. That is where the best views are…”

“No, the best view is right here…”

Eliza turned to look at her sister-in-law to be. Honestly, Eliza was jealous of Fiona in a way. She was happy that she was with Rafe, and Oscar’s scent was still on her dress. He had come as close to fucking her as he possibly could. But he was headed to Shanghai with Polly, and it did not worry her…but Shanghai was a place that held deeply imbedded memories for them. But for now, Eliza could still feel the heat of his body on hers. She could still feel his stubble against her cheek, and could feel him inflate beneath the table. Even though she had washed her hands his scent was still there, on her fingers. But she was still jealous of Fiona, who was more in love or lust than she had ever seen her. 

Josephine turned around to stare at Fiona, and Eliza felt like she was somewhere she was not supposed to be. As if someone had viewed her and Oscar moments ago, when they brought each other to mutual orgasm under the table while seeming transfixed on the view before them…with its expansive light cheddar colored moon.

Fiona panted, as Josephine walked away.

“You are really serious about Joe…” Eliza started.

Fiona licked her lips, and looked down at her hands which she wrung softly but nervously.

“If you do not even want to talk about her! You must really be smitten!”

Fiona stared at her now.

“Don’t embarrass me Liza, this is new and I am not even sure what I feel. I am just enjoying being with her…”

“I am jealous Fi, I am jealous of you, and your new love or lust!”

“You are marrying my brother who I have heard is very hot under the covers, and Oscar is crazy about you…how can you be jealous? Of me?”

Eliza shrugged, it was ridiculous when she said it out loud. Fiona was right, it was always interesting to view someone else’s life as more perfect than yours.

“We got the private room…” Josephine whispered when she returned. Her breasts bubbled from the top of her camisole, and Eliza watched Fiona look at her with unbridled lust. “Follow me?”

They did, where Eliza knew she would view their coveted new lust against the city’s most coveted view…

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Masturbation Monday No. 94

Nichy looked at Gavin. He smiled at her the way that he did when she first started to have an office crush on him. The way he had of looking at her like she were the most important person in the world, even if he did not know her that well before they got together.

But he knew her that well now.

He had ordered her drink, and she stood next to him at the bar. He wrapped his arm about her waist, and she pressed herself to him. The scuff of his stubble against her cheek was familiar and  comforting.

“Nichy…” he whispered softly, keeping his arm about her waist.

“Hey.” She was so close to him, that when she smiled she practically kissed him.

“Thanks for coming,” he said, and she smelled the beer on his breath.

She nodded, she had wanted to see him too. Everything had happened so fast. From getting together with him, the dramas in between, Renee and Tyler. But there was a time when they were so hot for each other, and all she wanted was to be this close to him now.

“I had tea with Renee today…”

Gavin turned, so that his lips grazed her cheek.

“I know…”

“She told you all about high tea, huh?”

“I do not have any secrets from my fiancee,” Gavin smiled and he was so close to her, that she thought they were going to kiss. “We share everything…”

The light went out in the tiny bathroom, when they closed the door. Nichy was soothed by the feeling of his stubble on the inside of her thigh. In the dark, she caressed his head as he kissed the inside of each of her thighs. She closed her eyes when he touched the soft skin with his fingers. Nichy got dizzy from the soft wetness of his tongue and fingers, and hit her hip against the bathroom sink. Her fingers scraped his scalp, and he moaned with pleasure she was not even sure that she had heard when her mouth was on him like his was on her then.

She did not know this Gavin, who was with her in the bathroom of a bar but she had ached for him…

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Sinful Sunday, Week 271 : Straddle

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Wicked Wednesday #211 — Identity

“This is your wife?” Eliza stood beside Rafe, hand in hand. When she went to a function for him, he held her close to him the entire night. He was either holding her hand, or holding her close to him. He got all of her drinks, and prepared her dinner plate. Fed her, wiped her mouth and hands…

She took a sip of her wine, and smiled at the couple across from them.

“Eliza is my fiancee, but we have been together for so long…she is my wife already.” Rafe answered his male colleague, who was standing with his own wife.

“That is a gorgeous ring! Almost as big as the Taylor-Burton one!”

Grinning at Rafe, Eliza let the other woman take her hand. Rafe did style it after the ring that Richard Burton gave Elizabeth Taylor, but it was not nearly as big. However it was impressive, it was his way of pissing around her to show possession in a way. But she loved the ring and Rafe.

“Rafe did design it after that one,” Eliza said, her hand still being tugged by the other woman. She was deep in the identity of being Rafe’s. Of being here at this work event with him, of being engaged to be married to him. The wedding was getting closer and closer. Soon enough, she would be his wife. 

When the other woman let go of her hand, Eliza twisted her ring and turned toward Rafe, her tilted up to meet his.

He twisted the ring along with her. 

“I am thinking more about the bejeweled lingerie set you have on underneath that dress…” Rafe said softly, so only she could hear. His voice was soft with bubbly, and admiration for her appearance.

In that moment, she was so happy to be his. To become his wife in a way she had not been enthused about it, since he proposed to her. She was his, it was who she was and an identity she was happy to assume…like going into a phone booth, and coming out as superwife.

She was, and would always be his…

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Masturbation Monday No. 93/ Kink of the Week, June 1-15: Pubic Hair

“Are you happy?”

Nichy asked and looked at Renee, who sat across from her at the cafe.

Renee smiled at Nichy knowingly.

“Of course I am, I am engaged! What girl is not happy when she is engaged?”

Nichy smiled softly. She had been engaged multiple times, and none of those times had ended in a marriage. But she knew that Gavin and Renee would be married. Renee would have something she that never had, with a man who awhile ago Nichy had thought that she wanted the same thing with.

It was the first time that she had not been with Tyler in public, and did not have him to escape into. She had to face Renee head on, and she was putting on her bravest face to do so.

“I am really glad honey,” Nichy said, meaning the words as much as she could.

Renee looked at her, and Nichy knew that having been lovers she could not hide certain things from Renee.

“You know, when I first got together with Gavin when we were away, I have to be honest Nichy…I just wanted to know what you thought was so great about him. He is amazing I discovered, and the closer I got to him…I understood…I understood you…”

Nichy stared at Renee’s hand squeezing hers like this cafe date was a dream, something she was in but had no control of the consequences. Renee separated each one of her fingers with hers, absently and yet with a certain familiarity. When she finally escaped her reverie and looked into Renee’s eyes, Renee stared at her with a look she was too familiar with.

Secretly, Nichy had ached inside for that look. The look that Renee still wanted her, that she still wanted to fuck her.

Nichy looked away, and played with the lacy doily her teacup was on. Its high notes of bergamot soothed her, combined with mint and honey. It was Renee’s hand on her bare thigh, that soothed her even more. They moved closer together together in the corner, and Renee slipped her hand down Nichy’s pants.

“You’re growing hair down there…” Renee whispered, taking Nichy’s tea in place of hers and sipping from it.

“Tyler likes it, he says he likes to feel a little bit…” Nichy replied, sipping from Renee’s cup of tea.

“I like you bare, but this way, I can feel how wet your hair is before I feel your lips…”

Nichy closed her eyes, as Renee made due with her partially-haired mound. Her fingers moved along the damp hair, and even damper clit. To distract herself, so she did not cry out unceremoniously, Nichy stirred her tea. But when she came, she stirred the tea so hard it was like a mild bell and everyone turned to look at her flushed face.

Renee smiled at her, and picked up her cup of tea. Her engagement ring glittered like a fallen star, as she sipped.
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Sinful Sunday, Week 270 – Picking Curious Fruit


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Wicked Wednesday #210 — Choices  

“I know that I sound like a hypocrite,” Eliza said, settling into her nook with Oscar. “But it is a little weird for me because you know Fiona’s history.You know that she was…you know how she was in Shanghai…”Oscar stared at her when she said that, because Shanghai was their start and their finish until now.

“She needs to make her own choices Eliza, she needs to decide what is best for her. You are her sister, but you have to let her make her own choices…”

“I know,” Eliza replied with a turned down lip. 

Oscar leaned in, his hand on her shoulder, and pressed his cheek to hers. His scent was warm and inviting as always. She placed her hand on his thigh, and made the choice to be with him in that moment and not to be distracted.

His mouth was warm and sensual. She sucked on his lower lip which was sweet with scotch. When they kissed, his hand was on her hip and her hands kneaded his thigh. It was her choice to be with him in that moment. To be present with him, to savor him because there were so many times that she thought she was not going to be able to savor him. To be with him.

Her hands pressed heavily into his thighs, when the music stopped playing. She looked up to see the pianist sit at the bar with Fiona and Josephine. Eliza could not stop staring at them. Fiona looked different than she had ever seen her look before. Josephine was still indecipherable to her,m, even though they were friends. 

Eliza stared at the couple before her, and pressed her hands all the more into Oscar’s thighs. Of course he was right. She had to let Fiona make her own decisions like she had been left to make her own decisions about life and love.

Especially love…
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