Masturbation Monday No. 66 — Blue

Nichy still could not get Maggie out of her mind from the night before. Gavin had casually mentioned Maggie without mentioning she was the former ballerina, Maggie Jane Heart. Nichy had to look up at her when she met her, Maggie reminded her of her favorite principal dancer at the New York City Ballet. Except Maggie was taller than that dancer, so was about an inch shorter than Gavin. Maggie looked embarrassed that Nichy was there, but Nichy was the one who felt intimidated when the other woman walked into the apartment briefly.

Gavin had closed the door behind her when she left, and wrapped his arms about Nichy. But anything that Nichy could have felt in terms of arousal was shot. The murder in the building had not made her so anxious, but Maggie did.

Nichy took a cab home, and texted Gavin that she was okay. In the morning when she got to work, he was already there.

“Do you want to have coffee?” he questioned her, before she had even put her bag down.

“Okay,” she said, and put her things away quickly.

They went down the stairs together.

“You could have told me that your ex was famous.” Nichy began beside him.

“Maggie has not danced for a few years, she does not talk about that side of her life even.”

“Well I saw her dance before live, and she was amazing. I could barely speak to her when I saw her…”

“Why would you be tongue-tied around Maggie, when you and I…” Gavin pressed her against the wall in the stairwell, stopping. “You gave me a hell of a case of blue balls last night. I wanted you Nichy, and you left me…”

Nichy looked up at him breathlessly, and he kissed her before she could say a word. He pressed himself against her, kissed her neck and held her hand. Nichy squeezed his hand in hers and gasped as he sucked on her neck, and slipped her hand inside his pants. She caressed his stomach, as he unbuckled his belt. Nichy grabbed the buckle that hit the back of her hand, before he took her hand in his again and brought her to grip him. She had never heard such an arousing sound as the moan that came from deep within his chest which she could feel because they were that close.

If they decided to have sex right there in the stairwell, she would not have cared because she was sure some part of her lower anatomy was as blue as his balls.

The rumble of someone running above was like thunder. Gavin slipped himself back into his pants, and buckled his belt again. Nichy stayed against the wall even as he started down the stairs—blue between her legs, and blue in her head…

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Sinful Sunday Week 243: Disco Ball

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My Sexy Saturday: Sexy Galaxy

This week’s My Sexy Saurday is an ode to the sci-fi writers among us which is great…but of which I am not one! I have never even seen Star Wars

However, I did create a sexy galaxy of sorts–I finished NaNoWriMo! That is, I wrote (over) 50000 words–but I still need to finish my novel. My novel was born after I suggested dirty panties for Kink of the Week, and wrote this story. Over the next month, I am going to post samples from it. Here is a taste:

This was her second attempt. The first time she had rubbed herself so hard, she missed her orgasm with the wrong flick of her finger. She had pulled up her panties, and closed her legs which still vibrated with lost Eros.

She came like a crash, so suddenly she gasped. Cora gripped her hand between her legs at the top of her thighs, letting the vibration roll underneath it.

Her whole body was damp, and between her legs was so wet with her come that she could barely keep her grip on her clit. But she came this time, so she was good. 

You can read the entire dirty panties story here.

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Guest Blogger Ria Restrepo is Enrapturing Readers as usual!!!

I met Ria Restrepo through the best kind of serendipity. We are both authors in Spy Games edited by Jillian Boyd, and in the upcoming Prompted anthology that I am editing with Oleander Plume. Ria is passionate and amazing, and I have a bit of a crush on her so I had to have her on my blog to enthrall you–so without further ado!!!

 

I want to sincerely thank the amazing F. Leonora Solomon for inviting

me to be on her blog. I’m fairly new to blogging and even newer to

guest blogging, so I’ve been pretty neurotic about it. Leonora was

very encouraging and said she trusted me to write about anything that

excites me. Her only request was that I bring passion.

I had to chew on that for a while, because many things excite me as a

reader and writer: strong female characters, alpha males with a

sensitive side, page-turning plots, an engaging voice, vivid writing,

a satisfying ending, sizzling sensuality, kinky sex, and so on.

However, when it comes to writing, I feel most passionate about

enrapturing readers. What do I mean by that? I mean creating stories

that grab the reader’s attention from the first line and gets them so

absorbed in the characters and their story they can’t stop reading

until the very end.

I want readers to feel how I do when I read a great story. I want them

bouncing up and down like giddy schoolgirls at some flirtatious

banter. I want them biting their fingernails as they turn the page,

because they’re worried about what will happen next. I want them

squirming in their seats and fanning themselves while reading a torrid

sex scene. If I’ve really done my job well, they might even need to

take the edge off, so to speak.

One of my favorite ways to enrapture readers is with riveting

chemistry between characters. Showing chemistry between a hero and

heroine can be a tricky thing. Chemistry is an ineffable element that

should be so tangible to the reader they can imagine themselves in

place of the characters they’re reading about. I think this is most

effectively accomplished with a combination of feisty and/or

flirtatious dialogue, alluring body language, and tantalizing

descriptions of actions and reactions.

I know, you want a demonstration, right? Okay, I always aim to please.

Let’s take a strong, sassy heroine — we’ll call her Lana . . .

She’s been up most of the night preparing a kick-ass proposal she

hopes will land her a prestigious promotion. As VP of Marketing,

she’ll finally prove to her condescending, misogynistic father that

she can make it in the business world. But first, she needs coffee!

Before the meeting that could change her life, Lana goes to the break

room for a necessary shot of caffeine. Unfortunately, someone took her

favorite coffee mug. Damn! There’s only one mug left. It’s black with

bold white lettering that reads, “Mine.” Lana rolls her eyes. She

knows exactly who the mug belongs to.

Normally, she wouldn’t dream of touching it or anyone else’s mug, but

she’s desperate. She quickly grabs the cup, fills it with fresh dark

roast, and adds sweetener and cream. Hopefully she can down a quick

cup, wash the mug, and put it back before it’s missed. As she brings

the steaming hot mug to her lips, she turns around and freezes when

she spots the mug’s owner in the doorway.

Devon Reed is the kind of man who seems to have the world by the

balls. His short black hair is perfectly in place and his crisp

charcoal suit is so well-tailored it accentuates his tall, lean,

powerful frame. He exudes confidence so effortlessly it annoys Lana.

Lana’s heart flutters wildly in her chest and a familiar ache blossoms

between her legs. It irritates her that her body betrays her every

time Devon’s around. She’s sure he knows the effect he has on her —

and so many others — and uses it to his advantage. Men like him

always get what they want. That’s reason enough to dislike him as far

as Lana’s concerned.

Catching her red-handed, Devon arches a dark brow — the one with the

small scar that bisects it. Lana has caught herself staring it in

meetings, wondering how he got it. Somehow it only adds to his

masculine appeal, giving him a slightly dangerous edge.

But at that moment, his dark blue eyes entrance her as he stalks

toward her like a panther ready to pounce. Lana wills herself to snap

out of it, but she just stands there like a cornered rabbit. When he

reaches her, he places one hand on the counter by her hip — not

touching, but oh so close.

The corner of his mouth curves up slowly. “It’s not enough to go after

my promotion? You have to take my coffee mug too?”

Lana clears her throat. “Someone took mine.”

His other brow rises to meet the first. “So two wrongs make a right?”

Lana sighs, then takes a gulp of coffee. The warm creaminess slides

down her parched tongue, making her feel a little more in control —

but not much. “I’m sorry, but I really need it. I’ll wash it and give

it back to you in a moment.”

“Well, I always enjoy giving a woman what she needs,” his says, his

voice lowering as he leans in closer. “But what about what I need?”

“Uh . . . you?” Lana wants to slap herself for that brilliant

comeback, but he’s so close his spicy manly scent is intoxicating.

“I have the same important meeting you do.” His gaze leisurely

explores her face, finally landing on her mouth. “It doesn’t seem fair

that you get the benefit of coffee and I don’t.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine without it,” she says and takes another long drink.

Devon’s smile widens. “Or we could share.”

“Share?”

“Oh, yes.”

Lana gasps when his free hand gently grabs the underside of the mug,

taking it from her.

Realizing his intent, she quickly says, “That’s probably not the way

you like it.”

His eyes never leaving hers, he turns the cup around and places his

lips where hers had been. After a deep swallow, he murmurs with

pleasure.

“Perhaps a little sweet, but deliciously strong and creamy,” he says,

his warm, coffee-scented breath teasing her. “I like it.”

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Would you like to know what happens next? I know I would! Could you

feel the chemistry? I hope so, or it’s back to the workshop for me. If

you’re stomping your feet and crying, “You can’t leave it there!” —

then my work here is done. Who knows, I might finish Lana and Devon’s

story. I really like them already.

 

Ooooh Ria got me all hot with Devon’s charcoal suit, and you know how I feel about those! Want to read more from Ria? Try her guest post with the Brit Babes!

 

Bio

Ria Restrepo has written in many genres, from literary fiction to

political humor, under various names. Now she’s focused on writing

what she loves to read — romance, erotica, and all the shades in

between. She’s spent most of her life in South Florida and continues

to live in the Sunshine State, because she still has nightmares about

standing in feet of snow, waiting for the school bus in rural

Pennsylvania. Her work has recently appeared in Spy Games: Thrilling

Spy Erotica and in the upcoming Prompted and Best Women’s Erotica of

the Year, Vol. 1.

Links

Ria Restrepo’s website

Ria Restrepo’s blog 

Spy Games buy page 

Prompted  

Best Women’s Erotica

 

photo courtesy of Ria Restrepo

Wicked Wednesday #183 — Tentacle Porn

It was not until Eliza was invited to another dinner at Martin and Laure’s house that she thought about Margaux—because she was still there. Eliza thought that she had returned to Paris, so she was really startled to see Margaux at the house.

“Hello,” Margaux said, embracing her and kissing her on both of her cheeks.

Eliza returned her kisses, and smiled at her. Margaux stepped in closer so she could hug Rafe, and Eliza held his hand tighter while they kissed.

At the table, they ended up sitting next to Margaux—well Rafe sat next to her. The theme for this dinner was not as sensual as the last one, but heavy on the elegance with waitstaff with slicked back hair and waistcoats. Dinner was beef again with a decadent wine gravy, that Eliza wished to dab the excess on her plate up with her fingers. She turned to looked over at Rafe, when she heard a loud crash.

“I am so sorry,” Rafe said to Margaux, who slowly rose from her seat to reveal the savory gravy all over her bare legs. She wiped her legs with napkins that were handed to her.

“I am so sorry,” Rafe repeated, covering his mouth and staring at her as she wiped up.

“It is not a big deal cheri,” she smiled, dabbing him with a gravy-soiled napkin. “Not a big deal at all, it is so savory…I could lick it off…” She dabbed some off of her leg, and licked it in Rafe’s face.

Eliza coughed, and stood up to attend Margaux—and to get between her and Rafe.

“Do you need any help?” Eliza questioned her softly.

Margaux licked more gravy off of her shapely legs, and licked it. Rafe stared at her, and Eliza was not sure he was breathing.

Non,” Margaux said to her. “I will be right back…”

*****

Hours later, most of the dinner guests had left, but Eliza and Rafe were still there.

“I am so sorry about the gravy,” Rafe said to Margaux again, and Eliza could smell the wine on his breath.

“Oh, I have definitely had worse on me!” Margaux grinned sheepishly.

“You really have!” Laure said, looking at her sister with a knowing look.

“What, you sisters are keeping secrets? You have to share everything with your guests!” Rafe demanded, and Eliza downed her wine and reached for the bottle before someone could pour it for her.

“Well in Paris, and now here in New York,” Margaux looked at Laure, before she continued. “I work as a fetish model.”

“Like Bettie Page?” Rafe asked.

“Yes, exactly,” Margaux nodded, smiled and added shyly. “And since people are always saying I resemble Myrna Loy…”

“You do,” Eliza said, taking another sip of wine and not wanting to be forgotten. Not wanting anyone to forget that she was sitting next to her fiancé.

“Yes, so I get a lot of vintage and retro jobs…” Margaux continued. “But I did do some tentacle porny stuff. I was in vintage underwear, and this realistic looking tentacle thing was placed on me. It was creepy! But at least it was a photo still, and none of it went inside me, you know?”

“She is like Bettie Page to us?” Laure announced. “In our family, she is like our French Bettie Page. She does a lot of fetish stuff that looks like stuff Bettie Page would do. And some of the older pulp stuff too. She’s beautiful so…” Laure ran her hands through her sister’s hair. “But we tease her about it, I ask Martin how it feels have married the not-so sexy sister!”

“And I do not answer!” Martin burst out laughing.

“Smart man!” Rafe laughed, and the men looked at each other conspiratorially.

Eliza laughed, but she did not find anything funny really.

“We should have taken pictures of you with gravy on you!” Laure declared. “You even managed to make a gravy spill sexy—licking it off! It must be someone’s fetish after all!”

“I really am sorry,” Eliza heard Rafe whisper to Margaux again.

“I told you cheri, it was nothing. It was not tentacles after all…It was nothing…”

“Okay,” Rafe said, looking at her nodding.

But Eliza wondered if it was really nothing, as she put her wine glass down.

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The End of an Era: Tamsin Flowers Tantalizes with Alchemy xii One Last Time…

This year Mad Men had its series finale, and now? Tamsin FlowersAlchemy xii series has reached its final chapter–I really cannot say much more…I am letting Tamsin take over!!!

Alchemy xii – December: It’s the end of an era…

First of all, thank you, F Dot, for having me over today – I love your blog, so it’s a great thrill to be able to come and visit it!

It probably hasn’t escaped your notice that today’s December 1. It certainly hasn’t escaped mine, because it’s a day of beginnings and endings for me. As the first day of December, it’s the first day of my annual Superotica Advent Calendar – there’ll be a new story by a different writer every day over on my blog until the 24th. But sadly, it’s also the end of an era for me, as today sees the publication of the final episode of my Alchemy xii serial, Alchemy xii – December. Sniff. Excuse me while I wipe a tear from my eye.

Harry and Olivia, the two central characters in this epic BDSM club saga, first saw the light of day in December last year when I published the very first instalment, and intrepid readers have been following their exploits ever since. Today’s episode will tie up all the loose ends and bring the story of the two protagonists to its final conclusion.

So how do I feel? Sad and relieved in equal measure – there are things I’ll miss about publishing an ongoing series and things I won’t!

Things I’ll miss about Alchemy xii:

  • Harry Lomax. If ever I’ve fallen in love with one of my own characters, it’s Harry. He’s such a charming rascal, it’s no wonder literally no-one can resist him.
  • My beautiful cover images by White Room.
  • The slightly panicky feeling I get when I think I’m not going to manage to finish the next episode on time.
  • The wonderful support of my three beta readers, Malin James, Delilah Night and Jade A Waters – not that they’re going anywhere – they’re wonderful friends as well.
  • The excited tweets from the series’ fans when they realise a new episode has arrived in their in-box.

Things I won’t miss about Alchemy xii:

  • The slightly panicky feeling I get when I think I’m not going to manage to finish the next episode on time.
  • Editing and proof reading – though as a writer, I’ll never escape from those two!
  • Formatting each episode. It’s not hard but it is boring.
  • Confronting my failures as a marketer.
  • Readers who let me know in no uncertain terms how irresponsible I am not to make my characters wear condoms. (As if I have any control over them!)
  • Raf Castro!

If you haven’t read any of the Alchemy series, you’ll need to start all the way back at Alchemy xii – New Year’s Eve, but for those of you who’ve been following the story, here’s a short snippet from Alchemy xii – December to whet your appetite.

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Excerpt

Harry came to my apartment, just a few days after I’d topped him. He didn’t announce himself—just turned up at the door, clutching a little black velvet bag.

“Hello, darling,” he said, sweeping in and backing me up against the wall for a kiss, in which we lost ourselves.

But finally I had to know what he was doing here.

“I brought these,” he said, holding up the black bag. “They came in the post today, and I couldn’t wait to try them out on you. They’ll be just your cup of tea.”

“What are they?”

He pulled open the bag’s drawstrings and shook it over his hand. Small silver clamps scattered across his palm, jingling like loose change.

“Clamps. For your tits and your clit, and your labia. And wherever else on your anatomy I choose to attach them.”

Excitement, hot and wet, bubbled through me.

“Now?”

“Yes, now, you greedy girl.”

He wasted no time in divesting me of my clothes. Then he laid me flat on my back on my bed, while he, still fully dressed, knelt above me.

“I think I need to tie you up for this,” he said. “Otherwise you could flick them off as quickly as I put them on.”

I grinned.  “I wouldn’t want to.”

But he insisted and I was delighted. It would make it a whole lot better if I was restrained. Pain is always better when my wrists are bound. He tied me up quickly and then grabbed his bag of clamps. First, he applied two of them to my nipples. The pressure was strong and the pain deliciously sharp. Nipple clamps were practically my favorite thing and Harry usually kept a pair of them in his jeans pocked whenever he saw me. But having a row of clamps attached slowly, one by one, to my labia? What a revelation.

I relaxed back into the pain, letting the tension flow out of my body as the intense physical sensation cleared my mind. I murmured my approval and Harry bestowed a quick kiss on my clit before carrying on. It sent a delicious shiver through my core. I closed my eyes and arched my back as I became more and more aroused. When I moved, I heard a soft tinkling as the steel clamps skittered up against each other. When each of my outer labia was adorned with metal, Harry applied some to my inner lips. The pain was way sharper as the flesh was thinner. I gasped, my breathing now labored. I was so ready to climax that it would only have taken the softest touch to my clit. But Harry was nothing if not diabolical, and with a snap, he attached a clamp there instead. I shrieked and when he shoved two fingers inside me to massage my g-spot, I exploded. An orgasm barrel-rolled through me, as sweet and sharp as the pain from the clamps.

“Damn,” said Harry. “You came much too quick.”

“It was lovely,” I sighed.

“So now I’ve got to take them all off again.”

“Leave them on for a bit,” I said. “It’s heavenly.”

“Oh, Liv, you always say exactly the right thing at the right moment. I rise to the challenge of making you come again.”

It wasn’t difficult. Nor for the third or fourth time. Admittedly, to make me come for the fifth time, he did have to remove the clamp from my poor squished clit and give it a bit of tongue love. But we got there.

“Now take them off,” I said. When you want clamps on you want them on, but when you’ve had enough, they can’t come off fast enough. “Quick.”

If you have not been reading, I recommend that you start with Alchemy xii – New Year’s Eve like Tamsin said, and work your way up to Alchemy xii – December !!!

Masturbation Monday No. 65/ Kink of the Week Nov 16 – 30: Strap-Ons

Nichy heard the shots, and she smelled the blood in her mouth from where she bit her lip from the shock of it.

Gavin opened his door, and pushed her inside. He locked the door, turned on the lights and put his gun on the table. Pressing his back against the door, he reached for Nichy’s waist.

“I am not going to let anybody or anything hurt you, nothing is going to happen to you Nichy…” He kissed her neck and it felt so good, but Nichy was too scared to be aroused. Gavin pulled her close to him, and kissed the top of her head. “The police are close by, and I am not going to open the door until I know what is going on out there…”

It was not long before there was a knock at the door. They had been waiting for it since the gunshots were so nearby.

“Police!”

Gavin tensed up against the door, and pushed Nichy gently to the side.

“Can I see your badge officer?”

Gavin turned, and opened the peephole. Satisfied, he opened the door.

The police explained that there was an investigation, and that they could not be specific, but had he heard anything?

“We both did,” Gavin said.

The police officer looked at Nichy,

“And you are?”

“This is Nicholette Bonaventure, my girlfriend…” Gavin said, and squeezed Nichy’s hand.

That was all that Nichy remembered. When the policeman walked out, when Gavin held her close again, when he closed the door and she took in his warm lovely scent…all she remembered was he had called her his girlfriend. She kissed him. He kissed her gently at first, then with more intent when she tugged on his belt buckle.

“Your girlfriend?” she questioned within their kiss.

“Well what else could you be Nichy? This has not been a game for me…”

He tugged her hair, kissed her and sucked on her lower lip. Nichy let her hands slide into his pants, before she unbuckled his belt and slipped her hands in completely. She smiled, surprised that he was not wearing anything underneath.

“Sexy…” she breathed, chewing on his earlobe.

“Yeah, you are—shall we go into the bedroom?”

Nichy bit his earlobe lightly in agreement, and he squeezed her hand again like he had when he called her his girlfriend. She liked being in his bedroom, it smelled like him and it was minimally decorated. The view from his bedroom window was expansive, and meant she could feel like an exhibitionist if she wanted to with him.

Gavin held her hand, even as he opened a drawer. Nichy kissed his crisp cotton shoulder, and noticed a dildo in his drawer. She reached into the drawer, still holding his hand as he pulled out condoms.

“I already have a competitor?” Gavin grinned.

“It’s impressive,” Nichy said, caressing the dildo riveted.

“My goodie drawer,” he smiled. “There are a lot of things I want to try with you…”

“With this?” Nichy said, waving the dildo in his face.

“One of my lovers used to like to wear a strap-on, and we played with that. I never tried it before, but I really liked it with her. I want to try it again with…my girlfriend.”

“I have never done that before, but I am open to trying anything with…my boyfriend.”

“But right now? I just want to get mine into you…” Gavin kissed her neck and caressed her backside, as he took the dildo from her and placed it beside a butt plug in the drawer.

Nichy would never have guessed that Gavin was such a kinkster. She liked the kind of sex they were going to have, but it was nice to know that there were going to be a lot of kinky times between them too…

Gavin took her hand again, and they sat on his bed. He kissed her, and caressed her down onto her side. She loved lying side by side kissing, their hands all over each other. Nichy reveled in the feeling of his shaft in her hands–so much nicer than his dildo’s. Under her dress, his fingers were twisted in her thong.

It did not take much her to want everything right away. She had waited long enough…

Gavin slipped his belt off, and caressed her with it.

“You are so soft…” he whisperted, pulling her dress up.

“Gavin? Gavin, are you in there?!”

Nichy sat up, in response to the banging and yelling at the front door.

“Gavin, I know you are in there. Just let me know you are okay? Gavin!!!”

Nichy stood up, and looked down at Gavin.

“Who is that?”

“GAVIN!!!”

“It is my neighbor,” Gavin said. “and my ex-girlfriend. Maggie will not stop knocking if she knows I am in here, so I have to get the door. Come with me. If she knows you are here…she might go away.”

Nichy walked to the door with him, emboldened that she was just about to have sex with him, and had that edge over the woman outside the door.

Maggie.

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Sinful Sunday, Week 242: Waiting


  
  
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Sexy Black Friday Excerpt and Book Sale!!!

I am happy to share a couple of things with you this Black Friday. First, I have a new story up on Kinkly, called simply enough–“Black Friday!” Here is an excerpt:

There was a gaggle of sex shops in the area of town where they were, and ironically there were not a great deal of shoppers considering it was Black Friday.

Lina and Terrence were both happy that they had the day after Thanksgiving off. They both had high-stress jobs, and looked forward to having some down time together.

And they planned to make the most of it.

Lina’s phone was their power tool. She had a series of email-only discounts that they planned to take advantage of. When they walked into the store, they were greeted by several employees who wanted to help them, but holding Terrence’s hand, Lina quietly led him to the curtained off area section to show him her choice. 

His eyes were wide and beaming.

“You want that?!” Terrence said.

Lina smiled. “I have imagined what I can do with it.”

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My second thing is my pub Riverdale Avenue Books is having a Black Friday sale! That means that you can have a copy of TIE ME UP and/or BASES LOADED half off–just use the code TGIVING2015, and click on the book covers below to purchase through December 1! They make great gifts!

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Wicked Wednesday #182 — Food and Sex

Even though she had just fucked Rafe, Eliza could not help but feel overwhelmed by the scene at the dinner party. Her boss’s wife was big on creating practically edible stages for these events. Laure had transformed their penthouse into a vintage bál. Everyone was handed a mask for their use if they wanted at the door, and everything was black and gold. Eliza’s mask matched Laure’s, and was framed in black and gold lace. Eliza had been at the company longer than most of the other staff, and knew Laure before she had married her boss. There was special camaraderie between them because of it.

All of the servers wore masks, and even so it was hard not to note that every single one of them was remarkably attractive. Their dark silhouettes, seductively passed around hors d’oeuvres so savory they burst like an orgasm in her mouth. Eliza dipped a piece of artisan bread into a truffle-infused fondue, and offered it to Rafe. He sucked the tips of her fingers into his mouth along with the bread, and the warmth of his mouth ran through her body.

But Eliza felt cold as a woman who was not wearing a mask walked over to her and Rafe. The woman was literally stunning. Her eyes shined and she wore black and gold, but it was clear that she was not one of the servers. There was something about her movement.

“Eliza?” she said tentatively.

Eliza stared at the woman wondering if she knew her, because her face reminded of her of someone she had seen before. Her head cocked to one side, Eliza studied the woman discreetly and then it occurred to her that the woman looked like the legendary film actress Myrna Loy.

“I am Margaux, Laure’s sister.”

“Nice to meet you,” Eliza said, extending her hand to shake Margaux’s. That same hand withdrew slowly from their handshake, and caressed Rafe’s arm slowly. Possessively. “This is my fiancé Rafe Stewart.”

“Nice to meet you,” Laure’s Myrna lookalike sister said to Rafe.

Eliza felt nauseous.

“I am going to go find the bathroom,” Eliza said to Rafe, kissing him lingeringly. They had just had sex, and she still felt close to him and he held her close even after she pulled away from him.

Several attractive silhouettes in black and gold directed her to the bathroom. Inside of the bathroom was dim, lit by black candles and there was black soap. Eliza lingered a bit with the fragrant black soap. She could still taste the combination of truffle fondue and Rafe’s kiss on her lips, and embraced her hunger for sex and food.

When she walked out of the bathroom, the Myrna lookalike was still with Rafe. Rafe smiled at her, and was holding a glass edged in black and gold filled with amber fluid. He sipped it leisurely, Eliza stood next to him and kissed him again. He kissed her this time with more passion than he had the first time. She was not sure if that was because he was into it, or if he was showing off for Margaux.

Dinner was a long leisurely affair. Her boss Martin was obviously happy to let his wife show off, and he looked borderline turned on the more the night went on.

Laure and Margaux sat close together holding hands. Margaux was visiting from Paris, and her accent made Eliza miss Paris. For a moment, she reminded Eliza of a combination of Severine and Sandrine. Even though she wanted to not feel like this, it was hard not to. If Rafe liked Margaux, and he asked her if…They had not talked about being with anyone else since they had gotten back together, but she was not sure how long that would last. And Margaux spoke French and looked like Myrna Loy! She ate food slowly like she was having sex with it, slow and luxuriously.

“She looks like Myrna Loy,” Eliza whispered to Rafe, feeding him more food. Everything he ate was what she fed him. She studied his gaze on Margaux.

“Uncanny isn’t babe? To be in this environment, with a Myrna Loy lookalike?” Rafe turned and looked at her.

Eliza kissed him with all she had, because he was hers. She licked the blood from the bit of rare steak that she had fed him, as she kissed him like a vampire.

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Myrna Loy via wikipedia