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The Cemetery Down the Block

I always lived near cemeteries–it was not a conscious choice, just always where I ended up. It was nice because there were always long blocks where they took up space in a residential area. I often went for long walks when I wanted to get out of my apartment. My cemetery–or the cemetery near my place was a historical one and people often visited it. There were tours through it to visit the graves of the famous people who were buried there.

This morning, I was walking to clear my mind from my recent breakup. I had fired up all of the dating apps. There was a new one that if I used the precise location on my phone, I would see exactly where my match was as well. For fun, I turned it on and walked into the cemetery. I had just made a match with a guy who from my experience, was a complete player. I was just in a mood, and if the guy did not mind that I was at a cemetery… then I was definitely game!

“Helena,” I looked up, and it was the guy from the app. He was very sexy, even more sexy than he was on the app.

“Marcus,” I said. “So here we are…” I said thrusting out my hips and looking him up and down. He smiled and looked in my eyes trying to get a read on me. I just looked into his eyes–straight.

“So there is a bar a few blocks away if you want-”

“Let’s just walk through the cemetery.” I started walking and he followed me. I looked back at him. “Plus my place is nicer for drinks than that bar anyway.”

“Your place?” he said, with raised eyebrows and a smirk.

“Maybe…let’s see how things go? But just for drinks.”

Marcus and I walked through the cemetery. He followed me.

“Do you live nearby?” I asked a tombstone since I did not turn to face him.

“Yeah, I do.”

“This app relies creepily on location–near cemeteries at that!”

“It does.”

“We have probably seen each other or been in the same store at the same time.”

“Or the same bar.”

I looked at him.

“I saw you a few times at the bar a few blocks from here. When I saw you on the app, I jumped right on it because I had wanted to meet you and never said anything.”

I was surprised because he looked like such a player, so I smiled and shrugged.

“You should have just said something!”

“Well now I have Helena.”

“I have an idea…”

We went to the bar that he had suggested, and I sat a few stools away from him.

I ordered the house red, and looked at him out of the corner of my eye with a smile as he approached

“Is this stool taken?”

“Now it is,” I smiled, taking a sip of my wine.

I told him to tell me what he would have wanted to say if he had approached me and we had not met courtesy of the app.

“You’re beautiful.”

I stared at him because I was not expecting that. We left the bar a long while after even making dinner out of the few food items that they had. It was much darker outside and we both had to pass the cemetery to get to our places.

Marcus took my hand, and I squeezed his involuntarily because I was so turned on. I looked at him and he kissed me. It was already dark, but when he kissed me and my eyes closed it was as if we had entered an abyss. He pressed me to the cool fence of the cemetery, and my oversized sweater fell open about me. He grabbed my hips, and I grabbed his ass pulling him in closer to me. His hand slid up and touched he softly groped my breast. I pulled him into me more so I could feel him.

“Touch me,” I moaned, and he looked both ways before his hand disappeared under my dress which he lifted up to my waist. Blocked by a tree to the side of us and shadows all around us, he touched me until I fell limp against the fence with the exertion of my orgasm. Our breath was loud like thunder to me, as he pulled my dress down and fixed me neatly.

He took my hand again, and I looked back at the cemetery feeling explosive and ready for more.

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Hands Up

Harry needed to take the edge off.
He watched Charlotte apply her makeup, applying her blush with the delicacy of a feather. She blew a kiss at him.
“I was wondering what had happened to you? You have not called me in a long time!” she said.
Harry did not feel like engaging in conversation—that was why he called her. The only person he had wanted to talk to was Sabrina, and she has not called him back. He had no idea where she was, and he was feeling anxious.
Without any preamble, he stood behind Charlotte and placed his hands around her neck. She leaned into his touch.
“Tighter,” she said, reaching up and putting her hands over his.
He loved the feeling of her hands—her small, soft hands like she was a lady of leisure.
“No hands,” he said. “not your hands.”
Charlotte put her hands down, and his hands tightened around her throat. Her neck was small and soft like her hands. He could break her or kill her. Her life was in his hands, and he got a boner from it.
Just when he was afraid he would go too far, he let go of her neck and she rolled her head toward him. He raised her hands over her head.
“Keep them up, no matter what I do…” he said before he kissed her neck.
Charlotte was always obedient. He knew she would listen, but it did not stop him from raising her up by her hands. He made her face the wall, so she could not see anything he was going to do to her in advance. Her gasps turned him on, like when he slipped his fingers into her damp entrance. He was rough and she kept gasping, as she clawed the wall like she was climbing it.
She did not put her hands down, because he has told her not to.
He shoved his finger in and out of her until that was not enough and he put his dick in. Still mock climbing the wall, Charlotte lifted her leg like an animal in heat, and he pounded into her.
“Harder, fuck me harder,” she commanded, as she pounded the wall.
He did, he was going to whether she wanted it or not because he needed to fuck her hard. That was why he called her because he knew that she would want it as hard and rough as he needed it.
Harry liked seeing her faint nail polish on the wall from where she had been scratching the wall after. She was lying down on her bed in a puddle of her blanket. Her nakedness was enticing, but he wanted to go.
He had done what he needed.

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Quartet — Four Memes in One

Before

Damaris sleepily crawled on top of him, Harry was still mostly asleep–though he had been thinking about picking up Sabrina from the airport later. Bed with Damaris was different than with Sabrina. Damaris smelled alluring, she oozed sensuality and danger. She slithered on him like a snake, straddled his hips and pushed him into her. There was nothing for him to say. He was hard and she was doing all the things to rouse him. She rode him like a demon, at one point he looked up at her and she looked sad like a spectre. But when he touched her to see if his hand would go through her it did not. She was warm and soft to his touch. Her eyes however wandered, and then latched onto his like she had found something she had long been looking for.

After

Damaris stood on the rooftop an ornate glass with amber fluid in her hand. Harry had had to leave work early to find her. Damaris had gotten all of his information in the hotel room. He had ignored texts from her at work, thinking there was not going to be anything else between them. She had just been married and lost her husband–how could she have gotten attached to him so quickly? When he saw the video of her looking drugged on his phone, he had not been sure what to do. When he got to the hotel she was on the rooftop unresponsive. He called the front desk, and told them his friend was not responsive. At that point, he knew he was not going to be able to pick up Sabrina. He knew he was going to have to have some minor questioning at the police station.

Harry rested his head against the bars of the holding cell–he had not known just how long he was going to be detained…

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The Eyes Have It — Three Memes In One!

Harry felt lonely, and that was something that he never really felt. He understood why Sabrina had gone to London, and he was okay with it. But she went away a lot, and he was not one to keep her from doing what she wanted to do…but it did mean that he was alone in the couple they were in a lot.

He knew that he was allowed to do what he wanted to do. Sabrina told him everything that she did, and he had even been involved in a foursome with her, Carole and Gui.

He remembered Carole. He had been startled when she died as well. She had been stunning, there was something about her eyes that made you want to look at her. Her sister had the same thing, maybe that was why when Damaris watched him and Sabrina have sex he did not mind. Maybe he was hypnotized by them, and she looked so much like Carole.

She felt familiar.

When Harry went to the neighborhood bar that night, he was not expecting to find a familiar set of eyes. But there was Damaris, wearing a dress that meant that she wanted to be seen and she sat with her legs crossed in a come-hither fashion. She looked at him, a mildly sardonic smile on her face but he was pretty sure that it was just for show.

She got up and walked over to him. When she stood in front of him, Harry’s smile was heavily sardonic. Some of these people saw him here every night almost with Sabrina—what were they going to think of this?

“Do you have a light?” she asked and leaned toward him.

“You cannot smoke in a New York City bar,” he said to her, picking up a book of matches from the bar. “You have to go outside with it.”

“Are you going to be a gentleman and come with me?”

He followed her outside.

“It might rain,” she said, as he lit her cigarette.
“You caused a hell of shit storm in London, I would think a bit of rain would not bother you in the least.”

Damaris smiled.

“Of course it was my fault, right? A woman can tell when she is not wanted. When she is being used. But it is easy to be fooled when you think you are in love.”

Harry studied Damaris, her damp eyes still were hypnotic but sad at the same time.

He caressed her cheek.

“Do you want to tell me your side of the story?”

“I do not want to talk anymore.”

Was it more of a turn on to walk away from the window of the bar, have the strangers inside and the regulars wonder where he was going with the sexy stranger with the accent? Was that what made him follow her?

“I am staying up the street…” she said walking ahead of him, and he could not keep his eyes off of her body. She knew exactly what you do to keep you looking at her. He looked at the hotel up the street and took her hand. He and Sabrina at times had pondered going there, so they could role play.

The inside smelled like sandalwood, which mirrored Damaris’ perfume. When they walked into her room, she pulled her dress over her head.

“This is how I talk,” she said, slipping her fingers between her legs and smearing her wetness over her belly for him to see…

…her language.

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Masturbation Monday No. 220/KOTW — Men In Panties

Sabrina was speechless, when Drew called her from London.
“Arrested?” she repeated after him like a question.
“Yes, the wedding was annulled. Damaris said that Gui was abusive to her, had him arrested and wants the marriage annulled. She says he never intended to be a real husband to her.”
Sabrina felt such a potpourri of emotions, she was not sure what to say or do.
Talking to Drew was overwhelming under these circumstances. She went to London for Gui like she would have gone to London for Carole and was lachrymose for the entire trip.
Gui looked like a shell of himself when she saw him. He was thinner and looked worried, instead of the suave countenance she was used to. She saw a glimmer of the him she knew, when he saw her in the airport. He smelled like cigarette smoke, but not in the sexy way that he normally smelled of it. He smelled like he chain smoked all of the time, which she suspected he did now.
“It was like she changed overnight, like literally on the wedding night. She did not want to be with me, and she insisted I sleep in the extra room. I thought she was playing with me, but she screamed that she would cry rape if I even came near her,” Gui began his story as he drove.
Sabrina stared onto the road, Gui continued to chain smoke.
“She told me in the morning she had a headache, and that she was feeling a little better. She came onto me and I could not keep my hands off of her. Suddenly she looked at me like I was Satan himself, punched me and screamed for me to get off of her. I stopped trying to make love to her. She said that I did not love her, that I loved Carole and she was not going to be my replacement. I tried to comfort her and she threw herself on the floor and literally beat herself up. Then threw herself at me, I know it sounds crazy but…”
Sabrina put her hand on his thigh.
“I believe you.”
She felt his body tense and still.
“You know, she asked me to wear panties—her panties. It was not my thing, but if it was sexy to her I would do it. I wore a floral thong of hers, and it was obscene because I was hard and she took pictures. Then she flaunted them at me, and told me I was not a man…”
Sabrina listened to all of his stories like a soldier back from the war, and wished she could have protected him.
She had tried to…
His apartment was a mess and all of Damaris’ things were gone except a picture of Gui in said floral thong, on top of the actual thong itself.
Sabrina looked up at him.
“You are a man,” she said her hand on his hip. She had not come there for intimacy, she had just come for support. But seeing him in that thong, his erection stretching it as obscenely as he had said…she moved her hand over his bulge and he took her wrist. She felt his need in his touch when she looked at him, and he kissed her.
“I should have married a woman like you. Harry is so lucky.”
Sabrina pressed her body to his, his erection obscene between them.

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Spooky Silhouette & Ghosts– A Meme Combo!!!

Still on her knees, Sabrina had not cared that Damaris was watching her and Harry in the shadows like a spooky silhouette while they made love. Her silhouette was not even that spooky, it was just so hidden.
At first.
Sabrina opened her eyes, when she heard the door crack open more and heard the heaviness of Damaris approaching on the carpet. Damaris was in a robe with nothing underneath, her full figure was revealed in all of its glory. Harry paused—as he would have had to because it was not supposed to be a threesome.
Was that what Damaris wanted?
Sabrina watched her sprawled over the couch, her glistening crotch open under her fingers. Damaris used her own come to rub over her nipples, as she watched them.
Did she want to join them?
“Don’t stop,” Damaris sighed, eyes closed tightly. “don’t stop!” Harry spanked Sabrina, and continued to plough her. At that point, Sabrina was again driven by the feeling of him inside her. His strokes hit every hunger point of hers deep inside, and she moved against him with desperation that she could not fathom. She was with him, why was she acting like she was going to imminently lose him?
A quiet whistle, let them know that Damaris had come. She threw her body over the couch, and wrapped herself in her robe.
In Sabrina’s robe.
Later, Sabrina got out of bed with Harry. She still felt that desperate sensation that she did not want to let him go. Had she missed him that much, even though she had been haunted by the ghosts of previous lovers while she was in London?
It felt like her sexual ghosts followed her everywhere. She was not able to shake them, dark shadows bobbing in her head all of the time.
A dark shadow flew past her, and she realized it was Damaris.
Sabrina let her stay with them in Harry’s apartment. Damaris had not wanted to sleep alone, because she was afraid to. She did not need to tell Sabrina anything really, she would not want to sleep alone is she was Damaris. Her sister had died, and she was in a foreign country in a strange man’s apartment.
Naked and sweaty, Sabrina cornered Damaris.
“Why did you watch us?”  Damaris looked like a phantasm in the moonlight.
“Because I did not want to be alone, I did not want to grieve alone…thank you for letting me…watch…” Sabrina felt a chill go through her, as Damaris went into the bathroom and she felt the other woman’s grief like a body.

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Masturbation Monday No. 211/KOTW 9/16-30 — Sex Workers

“I was here all of the time, you just could not see me,” Graham said stepping closer to her in the room. “I have never left you, I know everything you have done.”
Sabrina scoffed, as she bent to open the minibar. She picked up whatever amber fluid was there, she liked them all so it really did not matter.
“I bet,” she said, as she raised her frosted glass to him.
The thing was, she knew that he was not lying.
When he hired her as an escort, he made her feel special. He told her that he appreciated what she did, but at the same time he never let her think that it was more than that.
Until it was.
It was a business transaction. Sabrina was a sex worker, it was very easy for her to separate business from personal. Sometimes business brought pleasure—and that was okay. Graham was an amazing lover, though his desires might make some anxious she enjoyed exploring them with him. This was the reason being with him was still intense, even if she did not know what to expect from him.
“I missed you, we have been through a lot. You keep thinking you can run away and people just get left and it is okay. It is not okay Nusch…” His eyes were almost liquid with meaning, as he looked at her.
“Don’t call me that! Don’t call me that, and just…” “What? Nichy? Sabrina? Whoever the fuck you are now!”
“Get out! Leave me alone!”
“If I leave, I am never coming back. Do you want that?”
Sabrina walked away from him, before she felt him wrap his arms about her waist. Her loosely wrapped robe was no barrier between them. As it fell off of her shoulder, he placed his chin it.
She did want him to go away, she was tired of her ghosts following her.
She was tired.
He pushed her robe off of her, and kissed her shoulder. The plush robe about her feet, the cool air on her naked body and the sound of him unbuckling his belt made Sabrina swoon. Graham caught her, and took her to the bed. He looked in her eyes, and it always felt like he knew what she needed.
Whether it was to be loved or fucked.
He finished undressing, and she idly caressed herself as she felt her body heat with memories of things they had done together. He pressed himself behind her on the bed, and Sabrina eased into him. His body hot and familiar to her, she rubbed herself against him. Dry humping in a way. Graham pulled her nipples, and spanked them her breasts. Sabrina heard her deep groan, and acted like the animal she was.
Because that is all that humans are at the end of the day..

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Masturbation Monday No. 209/ KOTW Sept 1-15 with imagery by Kisungura

This is one of the riskiest sex scenes I have written on this blog. In case you forgot who Graham is, here is a reminder–this was originally Masturbation Monday No. 57. There is a gun in this scene, and there is never any risk of harm to Nichy–but I thought I should mention it…

Graham moved the gun from within her harness slowly, licking his lips. A smile curled the corner of his mouth like a piece of burning paper curls up on the edge. Nichy barely breathed, as she looked him straight in the eye. She was not going to show a bit of fear with him because he would like it, but he would not believe it.
He knew her.
He dragged the cold steel between her breasts, along her ribs, around her navel and between her legs. He paused there, looking into her eyes harder.
“You are fucking wet, fucking wet Nusch…” he whispered quietly to himself as if she was not there, as if he could not believe it.
Nichy wanted to close her eyes, but she could not. As much as she had run from Graham, having him there now was too much to deal with.  She remembered when she first met him. He was the ultimate bad boy, not a pretend one like the ones that she had dated in high school and college, with slicked back hair or wearing leather. He literally was involved in things that she did not know about. He looked at her, and she was done. All she could think about was relieving the itch that she felt. She wanted to caress her clit when she saw him, she was that uncomfortable with desire.
He looked at her with the same intense gaze that he looked at her with now, while caressing her clit with his gun.
His look had been intense when they met as well, they were drawn to each other like she had never been drawn to anyone. She did not hear the music or conversation in the room, she literally floated to him. He was a gentleman, even though she knew he was a rogue deep inside of her. He pulled out her chair, and kissed her hand—acted like he was afraid to touch her.
They did not make love right away, he made her feel like she was going to go crazy before he would even kiss her. Then he did kiss her, his hands on her hips and his lips hungry. Nichy, well she was Nusch then, felt every bit of his desire in his soft kiss. Graham had never had to demand anything from her, she gave him everything that she could. He kneaded her body like dough in the beginning, without any concern to her clit which jerked with need for him. She was so wet, that she felt it coat her anus.
Her anus was wet now as she rode the shaft of the gun. Graham pulled it from her, with Nichy was dizzy with desire. She saw the shaft of the gun was wet with her come, and looked at Graham with a mixture of hatred and desire.
He held the gun at her belly button, she heard it click before he put it down and looked at her. She was still as he loosened the rope about her. Nichy loved how she looked in the harness, loved that he had done it to her again.
All this time, she had been running from him, but after he untied her she swooned. Not from the tingling of her arms from having been up over her head either. She ran from Graham because she knew that she was never going to be able to stay away from him, and he was no good for her. There was nothing good that came from being with him. Her hips still moved as if she were riding the gun.
Graham slapped her breasts, and pinched her nipple so hard she cried out.
“You think I am going to give you what you want so easily? You slut, what were you about to do with that guy?”
“Gavin!” she shrieked.
“Gavin,” he copied her shriek. “My driver will drive him around until he comes to. But you were going to fuck him, weren’t you?”  Graham stepped back from her, caressing the bulge in his pants. Nichy felt soothed because at least he was hard for her, and maybe he would give her what she wanted.
What she always wanted.
“You like that don’t you, Nusch?” he asked her.
Nichy realized that she was drooling, and she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She wanted Graham so bad, she was not sure what she was going to do…
…if he did not give her what she wanted.
He undid his belt, and unzipped his pants. Nichy licked her dry lips as he offered himself to her, without stepping closer.
“Crawl,” he drawled, and she did. Eyeing his shiny shoes, she heard his belt as he slipped it off but was not prepared for the sting on her back. Nichy arched, and he filled her mouth with every inch of him.
She wanted to be force fed. She wanted it so bad, she drooled and her eyes filled with tears as he shoved it into her mouth. “Sit back on your heels.”
Nichy did as Graham told her.
He left her there.
With her desire, she had forgotten how vindictive he was. He would punish her for running away for this long…

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Masturbation Monday #207/ KOTW 8.16-31: Sea/Ocean

Sabrina was riveted to the canal at Camden Lock, and sometimes she felt that was why she fell for Drew there because it was so romantic at the bar meeting him with Carole…But driving with him to the home that he had in St. Ives, made Camden Town pale in comparison.
Drew looked more relaxed. She got a glimpse of her own face in the rearview mirror, and saw that even with her shaded eyes she looked more relaxed.
Drew took her hand, and they walked into his house after they had lingered at a local pub. The first thing that Sabrina saw was the sea, as if it was coming through the window into the house. It aroused her, the beauty of the sea, and the fact that water had been a scenic part of a lot of her lovemaking with Drew in the UK. He pulled her close at that moment like he could read her mind, and reached under her dress to check.
He had told her not to wear any underwear, and she obeyed him. The slickness between her legs made the skirt of her dress cling to her labia, and that subtle touch was almost enough to drive her to the edge.
“Good girl,” he said, and smacked her bare bottom. Sabrina almost felt like she was on the brink from that simple touch. His second smack really did have her hovering on the edge.
“Don’t torture me…” she breathed out, and was ashamed for the words as soon as she uttered them.
“I am not vindictive N-lady,” he whispered against her temple. Sabrina knew it was awkward for him, he met her as Nichy and now she was Sabrina and she still had explained a damn thing. But they wanted each other so much it almost did not matter. “I want to taste you again.”
Sabina felt her cunt reflect the sea with its waves, as she sat on Drew’s face and he lapped her up. The waves matched her own internal ones, as he parted her cheeks and lapped her up more and more. He smacked between her legs and that made her come so hard, that he persisted to smack her over and over after. Her backside was given attention too, and Sabrina thought that she would shatter like a vase. Shattered, she fell forward and kissed his thighs, licked the hair along them and his balls.
His anus.
He smacked her bottom again.
“You are filthy.” He moaned, as she stuck her tongue inside of him.
She was many things.

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Masturbation Monday No. 206 & KOTW — Ashes

Sabrina felt trapped in the corner of the booth beside Drew, as she looked at Damaris and Gui across the table. It was startling how much Damaris looked like Carole, and how even though they were nothing alike, they had the same mannerisms and voice.
Drew was relaxed as he kept her to the side, he knew she would be still at his side. This game they were playing. Of course he knew who she was, and how long would she pretend to be another incarnation of herself?
Finally, Gui took Damaris’ hand, and she followed him like she would follow him anywhere. Sabrina still was shell-shocked watching them be a couple, when Carole’s ashes were on the table. It was all in a box, with Carole’s name peeping out of the side. It was callous to see her name on the cardboard box.
That was what was left of her friend.
She had not even realized that she had been crying, until she felt Drew’s hand on her face almost like a slap because she had turned so suddenly to face him. He had slapped her face during sex before, he had caressed it delicately and slapped her as she was about to come. She could not decipher the sensation between pain and pleasure as he had done so. It had not been a hard slap, but enough to make her look at him
“I want to see your eyes on me,” he had commandeered.
“I am sorry for your loss,” he said presently, his hand on her knee.
Sabrina looked down at the table, felt the weight of the it shift as Damaris took Carole’s ashes off of it. She looked at Drew as he had wanted her to when he slapped her during sex. He looked like liquid in her eyes, because she was between tears.
“Thank you,” she said, and he kissed her. They were alone now, and she was grateful for it. The things that lips said when pressed together, was a soft litany that brought peace to her.
He pulled her close to him.
“I died when you left, you know? I died when you left, I was so in love with you and you left me,” he murmured.
He blurred in her eyes as the tears came full into her eyes, and fell warm above her cheeks. She was sad about Carole, and guilty about Drew. Even without looking at him, she could feel that she had killed him. She could feel the blood warm, that she made seep out of him.
She remained silent.
“I have a hotel room, I am not going to ask you. But here is the room card…” he started.
He got out of the booth, and she watched his long legs walk away.
Frozen for a second, she followed him.
She did not want to be alone.
He slapped her softly to make her look at him, when they were in bed. He slapped her face, her breasts and between her legs as if to wake her up.
The blood on the surface made her feel alive, before he even slipped into her. When he entered her, she felt the depth of his emotion like fire and she slapped him. His cheek was rough under her palm, and he took her hand. Kissed it, and moved as deep into her as he could.
Sabrina felt sure that when he left her body, she would be cold as a corpse.