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Wicked Wednesday #191 — Condoms

Rafe held the condom in his hand. It had been on the dresser, and he was not sure if Eliza had left it there because she wanted him to find it. Or because it looked like she had been sloppy as she had left their apartment. Things were in a disarray.

He knew that he had no right to be mad at her for being with someone without telling him. She had forgiven him with Sandrine, he had no right to be mad. While he had been busy falling in love with Margaux…

He was falling in love with Margaux, and it was so fresh he thought of the ways that he had probably been sloppy with that around Eliza. Maybe she felt like she wanted to get his attention. But he loved her always, he was going to marry her, but maybe he had taken her for granted. That was the tricky thing about being in an open relationship.

It made him open to everything.

Eliza’s key in the door brought him back to the moment. He was still held the condom, when she walked into the room. She looked recently fucked, no matter how much she had perfumed and made up her beautiful face.

“You are fucking Oscar again,” he said, without any finesse—he was even startled how he lacked finesse when he addressed her.

“Yes,” she raised her hand to her face, and he felt insulted by the flash of her engagement ring. She walked into the room and put down her purse, and pivoted out.

Rafe jumped up behind her, and she turned to look at him.

“You waltz in here and tell me you are fucking this bastard again, and waltz out like it is nothing Eliza? I am your fiancé, I am going to be your husband—treat me with some respect! Leaving condoms lying about? Really?”

Eliza stared at him, and the look on her face was one that he did not recognize. She just looked at him, and that made him so mad. He could not believe how mad he was at her, at Oscar.

“If I am fucking someone else, you are going to know Rafe. The same way I know that you are fucking Margaux.”

“You’re fucking Oscar to spite me? That is really grown-up of you!”

Eliza walked past him and back into the room, where she grabbed her purse. Rafe placed himself at the door, so she could not walk past him.

“Are you going to block me? That is so grown-up Rafe!”

“Do you want to end this? Walking out while I am talking to you?”
“You are shouting at me!” Eliza screamed at him.

“I am not shouting at you…” Rafe said, leaning into her. How was it possible that he was so mad at her, but he had to touch her? Eliza recognized his purpose right away, and continued to study him. “I am sorry…”

He feared that Eliza would swoon, the way she looked at him. He held her and felt the static from the carpet, and the static from his desire.

Rafe felt a particular satisfaction, when he rode Eliza on their bed. Unlike Oscar, he did not use a condom with her. The naked feeling of her drove him half out of his mind, and the way she moved under him let him know that she was equally as mindless. There was something mindlessly pleasing to him about having her now, after Oscar had had her.

But she was his now, she was his when he came inside her. He could not help but let his fingers touch the place where they were joined, so he could feel his come there.

Between her legs.

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Masturbation Monday No. 73

Nichy’s hand was still on Renee’s ass, and Renee looked at her with her lips parted. Nichy did not want to be a tease, but she was not sure what she wanted.

Except she very definitely wanted her hand on Renee’s ass.

“Not here,” she finally whispered to Renee.

She caressed Renee’s backside for a bit, then finally pulled her hand away and followed her out of the bathroom. Theodora and Caroline sat together at the bar still making out. Nichy took Renee’s hand, and they sat back down by the bar.

“Where were you two? In the bathroom for so long?” Theodora asked, with a smirk on her face.

Nichy knew what that smirk meant, and she usually just shrugged it off. Because even though nothing had happened between her and Renee, what had happened was much more intense than anything. Listening to Renee, she never imagined that Renee was serious when she flirted with her. Even that night in bed, when she grabbed her tits, Nichy thought that it was just her playing around. Even when Theodora told her that Renee really wanted to be with her, or the time they were at the bar near the job and Renee touched her in the bathroom…she never imagined that Renee was serious.

“I am going home,” Renee said. “I am not feeling so good, that was why we were in the bathroom so long.”

“You don’t look good honey,” Theodora said soberly, reaching for Renee’s arm. “Do you want me to take you home?”
“I can take her home,” Nichy said.

Theodora looked back and forth between them.

“Okay,” Theodora said, letting her hand fall away.

Renee stared at Nichy, and they worked their way out of the crowd while holding hands.

“I ordered a car, it should be outside…” Renee said.

“Where did you say the car was going?”

“To my apartment.”

“I am coming with you.”

Nichy’s hand was at home again on Renee’s backside. She caressed it as they went outside, and got into the car. Renee was verbally silent, but her body was loud with desire. Nichy did not say anything either. She felt that her touch needed to be louder than her words at this point.

Renee’s apartment was familiar to her even in the dark, as Renee closed the door behind her and pressed her back to it. Nichy recognized that lazy desire, and responded with a kiss. She could taste Renee’s drinks on her lips, as well as something sweet that made her suck on her bottom lip for a long time. Nichy was startled by how good it felt to kiss Renee. How good it felt to touch her body. Nichy remembered seeing Renee in the bathroom stall with Tyler. She had never been able to help noticing how beautiful and full Renee’s body was.

When she touch Renee’s breasts for the first time, Nichy felt the touch as if she had touched her own. The pleasure jolted her to her core, and she felt such heat between her legs. She felt a fire, and needed to extinguish it with Renee.

“Touch me…” Nichy whispered. “Touch me, I am on fire…”

Renee pulled off her dress, the same way she had in the bathroom. Except now instead of touching herself, she rubbed against Nichy. Nichy fumbled with her own dress, Renee helped her to take it off.

Naked she was still on fire as she rubbed against Renee. They rubbed against each other, igniting more fire as opposed to extinguishing it.

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And this week another bonus story of mine for Volonté, “Double Seduction!!!”

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Call for (Femdom) Submissions: Update

I am accepting submissions for my upcoming femdom anthology until January 31, you can read all that you need to know on my Calls for Submissions page…

Also on my Calls for Submissions page, are calls for Sexy Little Pages and Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 2. If you are an editor, I am more than happy to include your submissions there as well!

But remember, there is only one more week for my femdom anthology!!! I would love a blizzard of submissions! It would surely thrill me more than the blizzard that we had in New York City…and heat me up as well!!!

Sinful Sunday, Week 250 — Necklace

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My Sexy Saturday — My Sexy Shifter

I have never written about a shifter–but this scene in my story “The Lady in Red,” does signify a shift in the action in my protagonist’s trajectory at her partner’s gallery opening…a deprivation of one of her senses to enhance the others…

“But first I have to blindfold you.”“Why?”

“Because I want you to be completely deprived of your senses before you engage with the painting. I want you to devour it.”

“Okay,” she had conceded quietly. “Okay.”

Squeezing her shoulders, he might as well have squeezed her clit. His good looks and quiet intensity filled her with tiny bubbles of excitement as much as the champagne had.

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Guest Blogger BD Swain Will Make You Swoon…

BD Swain makes me swoon–whether with erotica or photography–swoon! I am so happy to have BD as my guest…so you can swoon too from the sheer gorgeousness of the decadent quartet of stories that follow…without further ado…BD…

I am thrilled to have the opportunity to appear as a guest blogger for Leonora. I enjoy her blog, and we have followed each other on social media for awhile. Since we’ve had some nice exchanges about my photographs recently, I decided to share four of my photos paired with four new stories for you here.

Four Very Short Stories by BD Swain

One

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Greasy fingers. Dirty boots. A tank top and jeans with just the right bulge packed tight. Ready for action. Spread your knees wide and pat your thigh for her to come sit. “Come here, baby,” you say. Pull down her panties enough to see. Pet her knees. Pull her dress down and suck on her tits. Slide two fingers inside her. Keep it slow like you don’t care. You’ve got all day. “Baby, what time is it?” Don’t listen to her answer. Keep asking her questions. Keep her talking. Not caring what she says. You want to hear it in her voice. The distraction. “Tell me a story. Tell me about your day.” She tries to remember. Tries to keep it up. Keep your teeth closed tight on her nipple. Don’t let go. Everything slows. Go slower. Your fingers are barely moving. So slow. In and out. She’s so wet. Growl at her. Show her how much you’re holding back. Keep it locked down. Tight. Feel it between your legs. Are you there? Are you still there? Pull her to face you, her thighs straddling your hips. Shove your thick bulge against her pussy. Grab her hips and grind her against you. “What gets you so wet, baby?” ask her. Watch your jeans get slick. Make her answer you. “What makes you wet like this? Tell me.” Let her whisper it against your cheek. Take her secrets. Keep them inside you. Let her feel you shake. Grab your belt buckle. Sticky fingers on your fly. Let the zipper snag your skin. Bleed. Grip your cock and shake it a little as you steady yourself. Get ready. Bend over and spit into your hand. Once. Again. Let the spit pool into your palm and wet your dick for her. “Right here,” tell her and lift her onto you. Hold yourself hard. Steady. Lean back. Watch her move. Bury your face in her tits and don’t let her see how much you feel this. How much you need it. Don’t tell her when you come. Don’t break.

Two

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Soft, clean sheets. A swept floor. Bare feet on the hardwood. I think about you all the time. I move through the house when you’re not here and listen. I’ll run a bath piping hot. So hot it stings my skin. I picture you in the water. Your body, not mine. Your curves. Your belly. Your thighs. I can feel you under my fingers. I rub my chest and feel your hands on me. I move my tongue against the roof of my mouth and feel your kiss. This is sweet. Tonight, I am sweet. So hot, I sweat in the bath. I won’t wait for you to come home. I need this right now. My fingers inside of me instead of you. I lightly suck the tip of my thumb. Imagine you in my mouth. I scratch my thighs. I’m talking to you. Out loud. Telling you things you’ve wanted to hear. I don’t wait for you. I never wait. I get ready. I pretend. I clean the house. I make the bed. I take a bath. I jerk off. When you come home, I’ll tell you all about it. I’ll bend you over the kitchen sink and grab your cunt while I talk. That’s what I think about when I come. I think about you bent over with my fingers in the wet cotton of your panties. I think about looking down at the backs of your thighs. I think about what comes next. And that’s when I come. With the expectation of what will happen. Every time.

Three

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I’m her sweet boy. She teases me, fingering the fuzz on my thighs. This is for her. This is what she’s given me. My own boy. Mine. For keeps. I know he’s there when she wraps an arm around me and plays with the shaved hairs on the back of my neck. When she drags her finger across my upper lip and tells me to sit down while she trims my mustache. “So handsome,” she sighs, and everything falls into place. I slip into a trance. Her boy. Hers. And mine. This is when she teases me. She toys with me. Her fingers trace my ear. Her lips on my neck. She slips a finger behind each button of my shirt, feeling around before undoing each one. She takes her time with me. Wants me to lean back, put my hands behind my head. My back is ramrod stiff. I’m frozen at full attention, waiting for an order. Tell me what to do. Tell me who I am. She drags her stiff, open fingers up and down the ribs of my tank top. She scratches me with her nails. “I like this look,” she says, smiling approvingly at my white briefs and edging a finger inside the pocket. She pulls at my pubic hair with a grip of her fist. She kisses my inner thighs until I squirm. When she’s finally at the point of tugging down my briefs, when her lips finally touch my swollen cock, I explode in her mouth too fast. I come with a jerk and cover my face. Ashamed I couldn’t hold out longer this time. Ashamed I can never hold back with her. She laughs at me. She tells me how she knows what to do to me. She calls me her sweet boy. Always a boy. Mine.

Four

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I started writing because I wasn’t fucking. I started writing because everything I wanted was stuck deep down inside me. I had stopped feeling it years before but I knew it was there. Buried deep. I started writing and I couldn’t stop. I knew I was going to break everything. I used to say, “I had no choice,” but that isn’t true. Breaking everything and starting over was my choice. No regrets. I used to say, “I wish I’d left earlier,” but that’s not right. I am here in this place because of every chance I did or didn’t take along the way. Why look back and try to retrace my steps? Look at this girl in my arms right now. See how much I love her. I write love stories now. Each one more surprising than the last. I don’t look too far ahead. I hold her hand when we walk around the lake. I get up in the morning and make coffee for us to drink in bed. I fall asleep with her in my arms. We fight. We fuck. I remember each detail and daydream about the next time we’ll fuck. Everything is changed. Life overturned. Righted. No one more surprised than me. I would never have met this girl. Not in a million years. I would have lost this chance. I would not have lived. This is one story. There are more.

…

I love dirty pictures. I take them all the time. Sometimes I write about them. Sometimes I just look at them. Each one is a story to me. Each one tells me something. I made a deck of cards so I could hold them in my hands. Feel them. The cards are a love story. A pack of love stories. If you’d like them, you can get your own deck at http://bdswain.squarespace.com. I hope you’re inspired to take your own dirty pictures.

BD kindly gave me a deck of cards, and I can tell you they are gorgeous! And I know you swooned reading this post, I know you want more…like BD ended the last story, This is one story. There are more at www.bdswain.com .

all photos courtesy of BD Swain

Wicked Wednesday #190 — Porn / Kink of the Week Jan 16-31: OTK Spanking

Eliza sat on the edge of the bar stool as Oscar approached. At this point, Josephine the hostess-cum-bartender raised her eyebrows with familiarity when she saw Oscar arrive and Eliza would swivel around on the edge of the stool at her signal.

Oscar pulled her to him with more force than he normally did, kissed her so hard, she wondered if her lips would bruise. Eliza looked at him, and he waved the card for their room just out of her reach. Eliza kissed him again, before she turned around and looked at Josephine. She was so eager to get into bed with Oscar—she did not count the bills as she placed them on the bar.

Josephine’s smile at the probably overly generous tip was a blur like an ad on a subway station as Eliza ran to the elevator.

***

Seeing herself lying naked with Oscar, was like seeing her own homemade porn. She wrapped her arms about him, tempted to take pictures or record them with her phone. It would be like her porn to distribute, instead of Rafe’s.

She knew that he was seeing Margaux, but coming across pictures that he had sketched of her was like encountering his personal stash of porn. It was almost unbearable.

But now—with Oscar—she could make her own. Climbing on top of him, she groaned when he grabbed her ass and pulled her to him.

“Take a picture of me?” she queried.

“So you can show your fiancé?”

Eliza shrugged, and rolled off of him. He pulled her to him with one arm, and slapped her backside.

“Why do I have to always feel like I am playing second fiddle to Rafe, Eliza?” Oscar asked, lying on his back and pulling her on top of him. “I feel like I need to put you over my knee.”

Eliza felt between her legs turn to mush. The thought of him spanking her. He had not spanked her since the early days, when they first met. But he never spanked her that hard then, because they did not want to leave marks on her.

But now she did not care if there were marks.

She straddled him, and he grabbed her by putting his hand through her thighs. This embrace was more intimate than anything else they had done.

“Are you seeing me again because Rafe is seeing that fetish model?”
“You know about her modeling?” Eliza sighed.
Oscar laughed.
“I am a man, I would know her! She is beautiful…she looks like Myrna Loy? Do you think?”

Eliza pushed at his chest.

“Maybe I ought to spank you, saying that to me!”

“She is not as beautiful as you…”

Eliza knelt beside him.

“Now that you might get a spanking I am more beautiful…”
“You are reminding me of Bettie Page right now…

***

Eliza slowly scrolled the pictures on her phone in the cab beside Oscar.

She did look a little like Bettie Page, that menacing way that Page had about her. Stills of her spanking Oscar, her hand on a red patch on near the crease of his bare ass…

He was not able to be restrained on her lap. He had wiggled and shifted on her lap unable to help himself, which had antagonized her and turned her on all the more.

Made her strike him like a match.

“You look hot as hell on my lap,” she said aloud.

“Are you going to show them to him?”
Eliza stared out of the cab.

The photos were for her, her own personal stash of porn.

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E[Lust] No. 78 — The First One of 2016!!!

Photo courtesy of Malin James

Very happy to be hosting my first e[lust] on my new self-hosted F DOT LEONORA–dig in!!!

Welcome to Elust #78 –

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #79? Start with the rules, come back February 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

£10.53
Balance of Light
Advent Calendar 2015 – Day 24

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Why Sex Fiction?
On using him

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*

Guest blog: ‘Quite Delightful’, James Deen and me
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Make-Up Sex
Wide Open
Believe in You
I am softly athletic
Making a Short Story Long

Erotic Fiction

First Kiss
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
A Spicey Christmas Eve Tale…..
The Annual Christmas Party
If Only He’d Said Yes…
Very Very Necessary
concrete
Holly and Ivy…
Frothy White Stuff
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
30 Minutes

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Boundaries
Stress Makes You Blind and Your Cum Orange
On Eating Ass
Confessions of an Ambivalent Masochist
Joyous Jizz

Poetry

Ode To My Favorite Sex Toy
Earth
Fuckable

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Lady Fapping: The Itty Bitty Kitty Committee
Does Size Matter?
A Feminist’s Guide to Sexting with Cavemen

Erotic Non-Fiction

Having Angelic Sex With The Virgin Mary
New Lingerie

Blogging

The First Day of the Rest of Our Lives
40. 41. One.

Masturbation Monday No. 72 — Tease!!!

Nichy looked at Renee unable to say anything, as she watched her slowly caress herself. Suddenly Renee threw her head back and laughed.

“Don’t worry Nichy, your tease status is going to remain intact! You do not think I am dumb enough to think you are suddenly going to give me what I want? And of course you are seeing Gavin now…” Renee smiled bitterly. “But I will damned if I am going to go back out there to watch Theodora and Caroline practically fuck, and get a blue pussy because I am not going get any action…I am going to make myself happy…”

Renee spread her legs more on the plush velvet seat, and ran her hands through her hair. Without any delay, she played with herself. At first her fingers barely teased her lips, but increasingly, she played with herself in earnest. Her fingers moved like a fine machine between her legs, her moans steady as a motor.

Nichy felt Renee’s moans vibrate through her body. She felt her temples dampen as she watched her. It was not the first time that she had seen Renee masturbate, and she had to admit that the time that Renee had grabbed her tits as she had so bluntly put it…Nichy had had thoughts of if she had acknowledged what Renee had done.

Renee’s head pounding on the wall made Nichy focus more on the reality of Renee, and not the idea of her. Pushing all of her fingers into herself, it almost looked like Renee was going to get her first inside herself.

But she didn’t.

Renee’s head thumped against the wall as her head rolled, and her hips swirled.

“Ohhhhh…” Renee moaned gutturally, with her eyes closed.

Nichy watched her move her fingers slowly from inside of herself. She could see Renee’s heart racing as she moved her fingers up from between her legs to her stomach. Slowly, her fingers trailed between her full breasts, and then suddenly she slipped them into her mouth. Nichy watcher Renee suck her fingers that were moist with her come. It was feline the way that Renee licked her fingers.

“I like the taste of myself,” Renee smiled at her. Standing up, Renee put her clothes back on—she had never taken off her heels—and she walked over to the bathroom mirror where she looked at herself before she walked into the stall.

Nichy listened to Renee pee, she still had not moved from where she stood. She still stared at the spot on the couch where Renee had put on her show. Because it had been a show and a dare. Renee knew that Nichy was not going to do anything. Even if she had wanted to, she was with Gavin. Though now she was horny, and there was nothing she could so about it…

Renee sprayed her with water after she washed her hands.

“Are you ready?” she asked Nichy.

Nichy nodded.

As Renee walked by, Nichy reached out and ran her hand over her friend’s hip, her fingers spreading over her backside.

Renee turned, and looked at her.

“Why is your hand on my ass?” Renee asked.

“Because I wanted to see what it felt like…
“And you waited until I put my dress back on?”

Renee stared at her with parted lips, and Nichy said nothing.

But she did not take her hand off of Renee’s backside.

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Sinful Sunday, Week 249: Posing (Ode to Rothko)

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