My Sexy Saturday: One Sexy Girl

Vivian Lord is the hottest Hollywood actress, and the star of Kenneth Harrison’s edgy new Broadway drama, “Hogtied.” But she is more than Kenneth–or any of the cast and crew–can handle! Especially when she requests having the scene that gave the play its title, written out of the script. Unless Kenneth can show her why it is so necessary…

 

“Well then show me. Show me why. I am just an actress, I need guidance…”

Kenneth was frozen in his place.

“Mr. Harrison, won’t you come here on the stage, tie me up and force me to come? I need guidance. Won’t you?”

There was something condescending in her eyes, and yet softness to her snarl that seemed to lead him unconsciously past the others scattered in the house seats and onto the stage. The lead actor handed him the rope.

“She is all yours…” he whispered in Kenneth’s ear.

Kenneth walked over to Vivian, who stared up at him, eyes wide with feigned innocence and indulgence.

 

You can read the entire “Hogtied” story over at the Volonté by Lelo blog, and you can read more My Sexy Saturday posts here:

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Sexy Searching #10

Since I am now self-hosted as fdotleonora.com, I will not look at my old WordPress site for this month’s Sexy Searching meme. I am going to use:

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“What do you mean you cannot identify the search terms? What are we paying you for?!”

The door slammed.

MJ pushed her glasses up into her hair, and stared at Luke. Normally he had a smile on his face when one or the other of the married couple they worked for stormed in or out of their home office, but now he looked pissed.

Luke never looked pissed, he was always the calm one. Seeing him upset, made her upset.

“What’s wrong?” MJ questioned. “The storm will pass, like always…”

Luke studied her, and MJ was glad that he could not feel how her heart thumped or how extra sensitive her clit felt. He was gorgeous, and the only thing that was good about working in the basement for a New Age celebrity couple who was every bit as uptight as their image was not. Working for them was excruciating except for the endless coffee–acquired during multiple trips to get the perfect espresso shots for the Mrs., and red eyes for Mr..

And working with Luke, who she felt privileged to sit across from every weekday and because of the demands on their website and social media. many weekends and evenings. Sitting next to him was as good as sex, because she knew it was the closest that she was going to be to him.

Her closest to having sex with him.

“I just do not know how you are going to deal with this when I leave…”

MJ’s jaw dropped, as Luke hit his mouth.

“I did not mean to blurt that out MJ, but I have another job offer.”

“And you accepted it?”

“Thinking about it.”

“Oh.”

“MJ, neither of us is happy here. This company? Maybe you can apply…”

“I am happy here,” she said, looking at her computer as her lip trembled.

“You deserve so much more than this…”

Luke touched her hand, and it was like lightning struck her entire body.

“I am fine here, I know how to figure everything out.”

“No, you like the endless coffee!”

“And you!”

MJ slapped her own mouth now.

“What?” Luke asked.

MJ stared at him, and he held her hand.

“What?”

“MJ…”

“I’m sorry, I should not have said that…”

“MJ…”

She stood up, but Luke held her hand. Her leg started to shake from nerves.

“I need to go, I need to see if Miriam or Jim needs…”

“MJ, I like you too.”

MJ pulled her hand loose from his, but then she looked at Luke.

“I was thinking I needed another job, because I am sitting across from you hard most of the day and have had the worst case of blue balls. I sound like a jerk, but I can’t sit across from you and not want…You are gorgeous, look at you…”

Both of MJ’s legs shook.

“Are you okay?”

“My…my legs shake when I am nervous…”

“Come here…”

Luke pulled her onto his lap.

He was hard.

“I’m sorry,” he stammered. “There is nothing for you to be nervous about. I was going to leave because I know that I cannot be at working like this anymore…”

“So you never even thought to tell me?”

“You said you are married to your work, this stuff, your blog…everything. I did not think that you would have the time of day for me…”

MJ reached for his hard-on that he strained his body for her to avoid.

“MmmmmJ…” he moaned, when she touched him.

Luke pulled up her blouse and kissed her back. No one had ever kissed her like that there before for the first kiss. He kissed her back and caressed her bare breast, that he coaxed out of her bra cup.

MJ could see her orgasm face in the computer screen, after he slipped his one hand inside her jeans and the other over her breast. Watching him make her come, made her come faster.

“If you leave, we would not be work colleagues anymore, and we could see each other…” she purred.

“I am not going anywhere,” Luke said, kissing her spine again. “I have a ton of unknown search terms to find with you…”

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Wicked Wednesday #189 – Introduce/Kink of the Week Jan 1-16: Kissing

“You never introduced me to your fiancée before!” said the beaming man, who appeared out of nowhere.

Rafe held Margaux closer, as she buried her face in his shoulder.

She was happy that they were at least going to the upscale restaurant where they had had dinner several times before…as opposed to their upscale hotel for this faux pas.

“This is Margaux,” Rafe said, holding her even closer. “She is a good friend, but not my fiancée. You have embarrassed her!”
Margaux looked up at the man that stared at her now with a new purpose. He took her hand, even as Rafe held her close and pressed his lips to her cool fingers.

“I did not mean to embarrass you Margaux,” he said, still leering at her. “I was just about to have dinner by myself. Unless of course you two do not mind…”

Margaux wished that Rafe would have declined his tactless invite, but she knew that it would look weird. His arrangement with Eliza was not for public consumption, she knew.

Dinner was awkward, fortunately, she was easily distracted by the sumptuous feast served. But the blood from her medium rare steak grew cold as their dinner companion—whose name she had not requested—stared at her. Margaux savored the cold blood, if it meant that she did not have to engage with the man. She felt that he lingered, because he hoped to find out that she was not just simply a friend to Rafe.

Rafe astutely steered the conversation in the direction of business since it was apparent they were business associates, but not close. Margaux was impressed at how abruptly he dismissed his associate without it seeming like anything.

Like magic.

Not unlike the magic he had worked on her.

What else could she think moments later, sitting astride a hotel chair naked looking at him? Not for sex, but because he wanted to sketch her?

Margaux could not say no to that, who could say no to an artist? How many artists had made her drop her panties? She dropped her chin into her folded arms, and sighed.

“You promised you could stay still,” he said quietly, not looking up from his sketch pad.

It was mildly offensive that he had not looked at her like his business associate. She was used to being looked at.

But that was why Rafe was special. They had been spending a lot of time together, and it was all with the premise of getting to know one another. They had not had sex, even though she wanted it. But she loved this too, that she could literally naked with him and it did not have to mean that they were going to have sex. The space of not having sex in a relationship was like another galaxy, when kisses were like water on a desert…

“You ruined this picture, I cannot finish it…” He pulled the sheet out of the sketch pad, and was going to rip it when she jumped up. Her naked breasts bounced against her.

“No! Let me see!” she cried.

Rafe stood up, holding the sketch pad up over his head. She reached for it with both hands, and he captured both of her wrists with his hand. He kissed her, and the steam of it reached her other set of lips. Margaux parted her legs to cool the heat there, as he let go of her hands. He pulled her close to him with force, the scent of him permeated his crisp white shirt and she pulled at his tie. She gnawed at the tip of it, before she flung it over his shoulder. He slapped her backside and the heat rushed between her legs again as she kissed him sloppily. Their mouths moved like weapons of pleasure and destruction, as they caressed and bit each other.

Out of the corner of her eye, she briefly caught his sketch of her straddling the chair, chewing on her lip—a mixture of amusement and nerves. She looked something like that infamous photograph of Christine Keeler, except entirely like herself.

A perfect rendering.

She kissed his throat, and the lump there that made him make her think otherwise….

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State of the Blog

I never do an end of the year round-up, and I never talk about what I plan to do for the year. I make resolutions every day…But this blog is something that I share with you and a lot of things are different, in just the first almost two weeks of 2016. With the help of Michael Knight aka @DomSigns, I am now self-hosting as fdotleonora.com! I love everything that has come with the changes, but there are some learning curves. For example, if you are subscribed to fdotleonora.wordpress.com–please subscribe to this site on the sidebar. You might still get updates from me, but you should re-subscribe on my sidebar. I miss being close to you!

While you are re-subscribing to this blog–or subscribing for the first time–I have two new blogs as well that I am hosting. First, I am doing Click Click 365 with Exposing 40, Kilted Wookie and The Other Livvy. The blog is like a four-person photography show, with photos from each of us for 366 days–this year is a leap year! Go take a look, I don’t write there at all–just take pictures.

Second, I inherited a flash fiction meme that I have renamed Friday Flash. The meme is a monthly, and you can learn all of its details over on its blog. I have to say, I never imagined that I would host a meme! But following the tradition of amazing blogger friends like Marie Rebelle and Molly, I was inspired to not let it die and I hope that it inspires others like it inspired me…

The gorgeous badges for the new blogs were done by Oleander Plume of Pretty Poison Graphics — click on them!

Lastly, I am the sex blogger of the month over at Kinkly.com, you can read my profile here. Gosh, when I started this blog I never would have imagined all of this! I am thankful beyond words for everyone who reads my posts, and even more thankful for all of the wonderful people in the community who inspire me. You cannot imagine a person more happy to do what they do, because there is no one happier than me doing this I promise you!

*steps away from the podium*

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Masturbation Monday No. 71–For Kayla L.

Nichy felt unsure of herself. Had Dorian really been there, or had she imagined him? She turned to Renee, who was still sulking. Theodora pressed against Renee at the bar, and smiled at Nichy.

“Come on, let’s go. There is a much better bar close by, and Caroline wants to let loose!”

Caroline had her hands on top of her head, as she swayed her body like a bellydancer with her head tilted toward Theodora.

“Renee?” Nichy nudged her friend.

Renee stood up.

“Let’s go.” Renee said sullenly.

The four of them walked slow as molasses out of the bar, and crushed into a cab. Renee sat up front by the driver, so Nichy was crushed in the back with Theodora and Caroline. The two women only had to graze each others’ bodies, before they were all over each other.

Nichy could not help but look at them out of the corner of her eye.

Caroline wore a blouse with a deep neckline, that Theodora had no problem slipping her hand into to caress her bare breast. Caroline placed her hand on Theodora’s thigh as they kissed, and caressed Nichy’s thigh with her fingertips incidentally.

Nichy shifted in the cab, already turned on from watching the two women make out in the bar and now being part of them. It was as if Caroline knew that she was touching her, and was trying to dare her into something. Realizing that she was softly tipsy, Nichy smiled as she watched New York City landmarks flash past her.

Theodora pressed into her, and she realized that the two women did not care if she was part of their session. Theodora pressed her hand onto Nichy’s thigh. Nichy turned, and buried her face in Theodora’s hair. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Renee sitting looking straight ahead. She touched her friend’s shoulder, and moved away from Theodora.

“Renee, are you okay?”

Renee turned around, looked at her and smiled,

“Yes.”

The four of them spilled out of the car, and pored into the dense crowd at the new dark, vintage bar. Caroline had her arm about Theodora, kissed her neck and then asked,

“G + Ts all around?”

Silence, but the drinks were served up in quadruple fashion. Nichy took a drink, when Caroline whispered in her ear,

“Let’s go to the next floor…”

They all followed Caroline, because she clearly knew her way around the bar. Downstairs was a dark space with a red tint from the red velvet furniture there. Caroline sat on the plush red velvet seat, and pulled Theodora down with her.

“Come on,” Theodora said, looking at Nichy and patting the space beside her as Caroline kissed her neck. Theodora curled into Caroline, and they picked up from where they had left off in the cab. Except in the bar, in the red-tinted shadows, Caroline slipped her fingers under Theodora’s short dress. It was clear watching Theodora, that she was moving in response to Caroline’s fingers in her. Nichy watched Theodora arch in the throes of pleasure, her nipples visibly hard through her shirt. It was obvious when she came, which was almost instantaneously. Nichy thought maybe not so instantaneous, because they had been making out all night.

Nichy turned when she felt Renee move beside her. Renee stared at the couple, before she walked away toward the ladies’ room. Nichy followed her, because she knew that Renee must have had enough by now.

“Hey, do you want to go? I know that seeing Theodora…” Nichy started.

Renee stared at her.

“No, you know what Nichy?” Renee looked at her, then lowered her eyes and turned toward the sink. “Never mind.”

“What?”

Nichy stood beside Renee at the sink.

“Nothing, I said. You don’t need to come in here and babysit me Nichy. I am fine.”

“No, you are not,” Nichy said, looking at Renee’s reflection in the mirror when she looked up from the sink. “You are not.”

Renee’s eyes reflected back at her were dark. Nichy stared at her, waiting for her to tell her why she was so angry.

“You know, you purposely ignore that I want you Nichy. I am sitting next to you, and watching Theodora make out with Caroline, watching you watch them and looking turned on…”

Nichy swallowed. She had been turned on, but she had no idea that it had been so obvious.

To Renee.

“And yet you act so oblivious when it comes to me. Like I am not good enough for you, I was in bed with you and grabbed your tits and you…you acted like it was an accident.”

Nichy looked down at the sink. She remembered that night, and she had ignored Renee’s advances.

Renee walked away from her, and Nichy followed her surprised when she heard the door lock. She looked at the door, and Renee stood there taking off her clothes. There was a plush velvet seat, and Renee sat on it.

Naked.

Nichy’s eyes lingered over Renee’s curves and full breasts. Renee slipped her fingers between her legs, and Nichy could see she was wet…

…even in the shadows.

 

Our fearless leader Kayla Lords inspired this week’s Masturbation Monday for me.

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Sinful Sunday, Week 248: Top Hat

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My Sexy Saturday–What is Your Idea of Sexy?

This is my first My Sexy Saturday of the year! What is my idea of sexy? Well without getting into details, this story that I wrote for Volonté by Lelo, is filled with some of my sexy notions! The story is called “Shop Girl.” Here is a snippet:

“I need to be inside of you, Yvette…” he whispered, chewing on the tip of her earlobe.

His fingers slipped down into her panties, and she put her hand over his. Cole thought she was being shy, but Yvette moaned like he had never heard her moan before, as her hand joined his. Then he realized that he felt a bit of string inside her.

“I need you inside me too, but I need to this take out…”
“You have your period?’

Yvette giggled.

“No, I am just getting my workout done…down there…”

You can find the rest of “Shop Girl” here, and you can find more sexy notions on the My Sexy Saturday site!

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Wicked Wednesday #188 — Believe in Yourself!!!

Believe in yourself…

That was the quiet mantra that Margaux played over and over in her head. From the time that she did not move to New York with Laure, as close as they were as sisters…New York was Laure’s dream not hers. When she doubted her decision when alone in Paris, she told Laure. Laure had told her:

“Believe in yourself.”

Margaux wrapped her arms about herself, and Rafe looked at her.

“Are you cold?”
She shook her head, and smiled.

Why was it with all of the things that she had been through in her life, that right now with him, she felt more insecure than she ever had? She knew she was beautiful, it was a curse and a blessing. She knew that Rafe wanted her and that was fine, she wanted him. But she had never wanted a man before that she knew there would be no chance to be in anything deeper with. Usually men wanted her, she was not one who needed to have a man however she could have him.

“Why is it,” Rafe questioned his hand on her lap. “that I feel nervous around you like I am a boy about to have my first woman?”

Margaux was startled to hear him say that but before she could say anything, his mouth slanted across her parted lips. She licked her lips after because they felt dry, but his moist mouth was on them again before she had finished. His tongue caressed the tip of hers, and his hand on her thigh slipped under her dress. Her dress was short, from her thighs to her wet labia was a simple sojourn for his hand. He barely touched her, and she was ready to come. One half circle on her clit with his finger, and she was completely undone.

“You’re good at this…” she smiled.

Rafe frowned.

“I am sorry…” she started, without even knowing why she was sorry. “What did I say wrong?”

Rafe studied her, and moved his hand from between her legs.

“This is not a game for me. I am not on a hunt…I want you…” He looked down at her thighs, and licked each finger that had been between her legs.

Margaux squirmed as he did so, looking in her eyes and not blinking.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, kissing her neck and nibbling on the soft tip of her ear.

He said beautiful to her, and her heart beat faster. She knew he thought she was beautiful by the way he looked at her, but to hear him say it. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation of his touch.

Until he stopped.

Her eyes shot open.

“I do not want to rush with you Margaux. I want you to believe in me, to believe in us…”

“Us?” she smirked.

Rafe did not smile.

“I want to get to know you, every part of you…”

His hand went under her dress again, and his fingers hooked inside of her. She gasped, and he moved his hand.

“I know how to touch you here,” he said and hooked his finger inside her again. She thought she was going to come until he moved his fingers. He trailed his long fingers up over her belly and between her breasts. He moved his finger in a half circle about one breast. “But I want to touch you here.”

His fingers on her heart, he did not know he already had touched her there.

But she did not believe enough in them to feel it.

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Masturbation Monday No. 70

Theodora and Renee encouraged Nichy to go to a fancier bar than usual. It was Theodora’s night off, and she wanted to go to a bar that one of her bfriends worked at.
Nichy was dumbstruck when they got out of the cab at the hotel. The hotel was familiar to her. It was the hotel that Dorian had taken her to during that episode of theirs, when she had given Gavin reason to question her.
“Are you okay honey?” Theodora asked, pushing her long her out of her face and adjusting her tortoise-shell glasses. 
“Yes,” Nichy shrugged, as Renee eyed her.
It was obvious after they got there why Theodora had recommended the fancy hotel bar. When they sat at the bar, the bartender smiled widely at Theodora. Nichy gasped. Caroline was behind the bar—the woman that had posed provocatively for Theodora when Nichy was at the bar with her a while ago.
Caroline was beautiful, and Nichy could not help but notice the shadow of Caroline’s large nipples under her white shirt. Caroline smiled at her, and Nichy smiled back.
“So your girlfriend is a bartender?” Renee said suddenly, with a bitter tone.
“She is the guest bartender tonight for a company function. I met Caroline when we were bartending together, and she was getting her Masters. She works as a business consultant, but she kept bragging about how good her bartending skills were to her co-workers so…”
“Better than yours baby!” Caroline said, coming around the bar. She kissed Theodora softly at first, but then her kiss deepened and her hands flared on Theodora’s hips like wings. They kissed like no one was there, before Caroline took Theodora’s hand and headed toward a group of people.
“She wanted to come here, so I could meet Caroline and she could show me that I am not important to her…” Renee said absently.
“Do you want to be important to her?’

“What are you ladies drinking? Everything is on the house, you are Caroline’s guests right?” The new bartender asked.
“Of course,” Renee said to him. “Give me a gin and tonic.”
“Ma’am?” he asked Nichy.
“The same,” Nichy answered, and in the same breath asked Renee again. “Do you want to be important to her?”
Renee took a sip of her gin and tonic, and hors d’oeuvres that were offered to them.
It was a long while before Theodora returned to the bar with Caroline.
“Let’s get out of here. Caroline is just back from her trip, and she does not want to be here all night.” Theodora kissed Caroline, and Nichy got up. When Theodora and Caroline pulled apart, Nichy saw Dorian in the distance. She twisted the rings on her finger nervously. If she saw him, he was not going to make a scene. But even so, she was not sure how they were going to relate to each other.
He looked up, recognized her in the distance and stared at her.
Nichy was filled with odd desire. Seeing Caroline in person after the show that she put on for Theodora’s phone, and seeing them touching each other now…
…plus the sexy ruminations that she had had about Dorian just hours ago, remembering how they had made love to bring herself off while she missed Gavin.
Nichy discreetly plucked the damp crotch of her panties from between her lips. She ran her hand through her hair, and smelled herself on the tips of her fingers. As if beckoned over, Dorian looked away from her. She looked down, and he was gone.
Just like her memories from that morning, but he left a stain on her stickier than his come could ever be all over her.

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Sinful Sunday, Week 247: Windows

 


This is the place where I had an amazing pancetta scone last year.

And this is my new home: I am now self-hosted–this is fdotleonora.com.

My home is your home…

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