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Kink of the Week Feb 16-29: Facial Hair

Jillian did not have a type, she liked who she liked.

Loved who she loved.

Her head was on Adam’s lap, and he held her close. In the mirror opposite them, she could barely see him. Adam’s face was obscured by his beard and his long hair. Both of which she loved. He reminded her of Jim Morrison. He looked like he did not belong to the now, he looked like a modern hippie. She looked foreign on his lap, her hair pulled up and her formal work clothes.

Jillian could not really escape her job, but for the moment she was free. She had taken a company car to the bar and not their apartment, to be free with Adam.

Adam was a writer. He spent most of his days writing in the corner of their neighborhood bar. It was almost like their home. When she walked into the bar, he tucked his long brown hair behind his ears and rubbed his beard. Jillian took off her shoes, and crawled into the booth beside him. He pulled her close to him, and she curled up beside him. A glass of Jeunesse was placed on the table for her by their favorite waitress.

She was happy—her wine was on the table and her head was on Adam’s lap. Jillian felt when his hands left her for his other love…the sound of him tapping away on the keyboard soothed her nonetheless, she did not feel jealous.

She would possess him as his MacBook could not, she would become one with him. His MacBook could only feel the pressure of his fingertips—which was almost enough pleasure. But he would be one with her.

Pulling her legs up under her, she gripped his thigh, then let her hand trail up over his stomach and chest. Her fingers slipped inside of his shirt between buttons, and she let her fingers drift through his chest hair. Jillian loved the feeling of the hair on different parts of his body. She sat up, and even though she wanted to put her head on his shoulder, she did not. Her fingers ran over his beard, the same way he had run his fingers over it when he saw her.

This was why she did not have a type. She never liked men with beards until Adam. She had always liked very clean-cut guys, like most of the financial types that she worked with. But when she met Adam—who did not have a beard at that point, but very heavy stubble—she wanted him the moment she met him. Never in her life had she felt such a strong desire for anyone, but she did with him. And when he grew a beard, it was sexy to her because it was his.

He put his fingers over hers, and she saw their fingers entwined in the mirror and Jillian continued to caress his beard. She felt him respond to her touch as if her hands were lower, and his breath deepened. His beard was an erogenous zone for him, maybe because she sort of fetishized it.

Sort of…

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A Bit of Filth: A Combination of Three Sexy Memes

Nichy did not have anything to hide about the nights that she had shared with Renee, but she was not expecting how obvious it would be to other people. At work, even though Renee promised she had not told Tyler…he suspected something was up.

“What is it with you girls?” he questioned.

Renee smiled at her, and Nichy licked her lips.

“What?” Renee asked, as he looked between the two of them. His eyes lingered over their practically conjoined closeness at the cafe where they had lunch.

Nichy looked down, not understanding how she had gone from zero to infinity sex-wise. She missed Gavin, but outside of a committed relationship, she felt like the world was her oyster.

Tyler continued to study them throughout lunch, but she and Renee just smiled.

Practically on fire, Nichy went to the ladies room not long after she got back to the office and unlike with Gavin, Renee could come with her. Literally.

In the bathroom, they took turns playing with each other. Renee pulled up her dress–she never wore underwear–and Nichy kissed her as she played with Renee’s clit. At the same time, she watched Renee’s ass reflected in the bathroom mirror. Suddenly, there was a click at the bathroom door, Renee pulled down her dress but not before Nichy gave her a smart spank.

“I will take care of you later…” Renee mouthed in the bathroom mirror, and Nichy read her lips perfectly.

Renee’s apartment was like a retro opium den. Its decor was of the most sumptuous and decadent colors and fabrics, and it had the warm scent of patchouli. And a sweet musk that Nichy was not sure of it was from the candle, or Renee.

Nichy twisted practically half off of the bed when Renee ate her out. It was worth it not to have come at work, so she could be that much more made to get off. Renee slapped her backside, and grabbed her hips to make her stop squirming off of the bed.

But Nichy could not help herself.

The doorbell buzzed.

Renee thought it was the food she had ordered, no cooking with of them so down to fuck that they did not even wait before getting in bed. But it was Tyler.

“Can I come up?”

“Sure,” Renee looked at Nichy. “Nichy is here.”

The women scrambled to put themselves together before he came up.

When Tyler opened the door, he smiled. He put his finger on Renee’s bare stomach.

“You missed a button…”

Renee shrugged nonchalantly,

“Thanks.”

“You’re fucking!” Tyler exclaimed, instead of you’re welcome. He looked at Renee, but even longer at Nichy.

They said nothing as they let him in, and they all sat on the couch. Nichy’s body was still fevered with Renee’s touch, and when Tyler put his hand on Renee’s thigh she remembered seeing them in the bathroom stall.

“Since when?” he asked, looking at Renee’s thigh.

“Since when you do keep tabs on me?” Renee asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t babe, but you know I wanted to share this one…” He raised an eyebrow at Nichy. “Would you want to Nichy? I mean I came over her because I missed Renee, but double my pleasure you are both here! Can I watch maybe?”

Nichy put her hand on Renee’s thigh.

“Once I saw you and Renee in the bathroom stall, and I watched.” Nichy admitted sheepishly.

“You watched us?” Renee asked, turning to look at her.

Nichy nodded.

“And?” Tyler asked.

“It was really hot.”

Without any staging, or any directions, Nichy moved her hand up Renee’s thigh and kissed her. Tyler, looking polished in his suit, leaned back on the couch and loosened his tie. Renee pulled her dress up over her head, and naked, she undressed Nichy. Tangled together in a kiss, Tyler unbuckled his belt and removed his cufflinks. He coughed, and Nichy liked how he seemed nervous about how to proceed. She let her foot caress his thigh, as she straddled Renee.

“Would you like to join us?” she purred coquettishly.

Tyler nodded as he took off everything but his pants. That he did slowly like a striptease artist. Nichy gasped when she saw him completely naked, because she had never seen him naked before. He was beautiful, and she took his hand. He pushed her up against the wall, and pulled her hair like some sort of bondage hair holding as he kissed her. Nichy nearly swooned. He did not need to be coaxed anymore, he pulled her against him and her arms went about him.

In Renee’s bed that looked like something out of a harem, the scent of their encounter still rampant in the bedroom, Tyler offered them bits of filth like candy. They were all salivating for the primal intimacy their bodies were perfumed with. In a heaving heap of bodies, everyone of her holes ruminating with use and still…

Nichy wanted more as she caressed her breasts, and Tyler’s side.

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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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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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Masturbation Monday No. 69/ Kink of the Week Dec. 16-31: Semen

Nichy was on her knees straddling her pillow, so that her bottom hit the headboard as she rode it. She had started on her back, but that had not been enough because she was so horny. She closed her eyes tight and rode her pillow, until she got a cramp in her leg.

On her back again, her hands roved all over her body and caressed the tightness of her cramp until it disappeared. Her hand drifted from her thigh, immediately between her legs and onto her breast right after. She still literally felt Gavin on her. In her. He had left before the sun had come up, to go on a business trip.

His first.

Nichy was overwhelmed because she wanted him and he was not there. But she felt him as she pleasured herself and she smiled with her eyes closed, thinking about how delicious it felt because the sex was so new and like a drug. She wanted him all the time. Nichy had not had sex for a while, and now she was overdosing on it.

On Gavin.

But as she closed her eyes and drowned in the sensation of recent sex, she thought about how it would be nice when she knew that she did not have to be safe with him. When she could let Gavin come in her mouth, and anywhere he wanted to all over her body. It was nice when she was that close to a man she was with. When there was no fear. When she was with Dorian and Graham, there were no holds barred. Nothing was held back. She loved their come anywhere that she got it.

Dorian loved that she used to take him so deep and so enthusiastically. Graham loved pushing her past her comfort zone, and made her crave his come wherever he chose to deposit it. He liked to take her in public, and know what she was filled with his come and she would have to return to a dinner table in her expensive dresses—he loved to dress her up—and know that she was leaking him.

Nichy loved it. She had loved it the most when she was not wearing panties, so she leaked right to her dress. She was with Dorian and Graham that night.

Nichy shoved her fingers into herself even deeper when she thought about how it had felt to have both of them at the same time. To have both of them come on her, in her, everywhere around her. She had loved best the taste and scent of their fluids—her own included—that surrounded her.

The thought of it made her so wet, she penetrated herself almost like they had penetrated her that night. Her fingernails dug into her breast when she made herself come. Nichy could smell the remembered scent of raw sex that night, and crossed her legs. Her thighs were damp with her come, but she knew that there was nothing of Gavin’s come in her.

And she wanted his.

For now, she was just thankful that he had been, and would be in bed with her.

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Masturbation Monday No. 67 & Kink of the Week Dec. 1-15: Brutalism/Concrete

The thundering that separated her and Gavin, came down the stairs past Nichy and she could not even move. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Gavin come back up the stairs.

“You okay?” he asked, cupping her chin with his hand.

Nichy stared at him, gulped and nodded. They kissed, picking right up from where they left off. Nichy unbuckled his belt again, and pulled him right out of his pants. The feeling of his shaft in her hand as she stroked it–squeezed it–made her hot in the stairwell. Her temples were damp as her tongue explored Gavin’s with desperation–she was moist everywhere.

She pulled and tugged on his shaft, until he put his hand over hers.

“So you like it rough?” he asked, his mouth moist against her ear.

Nichy’s lips were parted, but she did not answer with words as she tugged at him.

He pushed her up against the wall, and her shoulder blades hit against the exposed concrete bricks because they were working in the stairwell of their building. Gavin pulled her hair, and chewed on her bottom lip.

His hand still in her hair, Gavin held her hair like a leash as they went all the way down several flights of stairs where there was no exit. Nichy’s lips felt swollen, as he pushed her up against more exposed concrete. His mouth was hot on hers, but the concrete was cool against her head as she rolled against it.

Gavin’s body was like being too close to a flame, she had never felt anything as intense as this between them. Even when they fooled around before it was not this intense. Nichy squirmed against him, demanding more from him. She kissed his chest, and he pulled up her dress, and she felt the small vibration of a run in her ultra sheer stockings against her ass. Gavin hooked his finger in the run, and tore the rest of her pantyhose. Only then did she pause in jerking him off.

“I want you inside me…finally…” Nichy said.

“Just a moment,” he said, pressing her to the concrete wall. He pulled out his wallet, and behind the bills and cards were condoms. “Do you want to put it on me?”

“If I out it on you, you will come,” Nichy giggled.

Gavin kissed her giggling mouth, as he opened the condom wrapper. Nichy pressed herself against the wall, and pulled her pantyhose down. She had just shimmied them down to her knees, when he grabbed her hips and pushed into her.

The feeling of being full was so overwhelming, that Nichy was torn between the feeling of actually having sex with Gavin and the actually having sex with him. Her thoughts were drunken, but the harshness of the exposed concrete behind her–against her head, against her shoulder blades, upper arms and ass was sobering. Her mind was in so many places until he hit just the right spot. She bit down on his lip, and he slapped her hip. To be with him, she took the unforgivingness of the wall as her cushion and embraced it. She clutched Gavin so tight, and they kissed so fiercely that she was barely breathing. But she was more alive than she had ever been for a long time. Having craved this, having craved this thing between them right that minute.

She never wanted it to end.

Nichy came as if she had been shot. Frozen against the wall, her body moved with Gavin’s until he was still. She kissed him all over, and looked down as he held the base of the condom and slipped out of her. They looked at each other with shit-eating grins, because they had finally done it. She pressed her head to the concrete, and smiled at him.

Melting.

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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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Masturbation Monday No. 63–Featuring Kink of the Week, Nov 1-15: Nipple Play & Sexy Searching #8 To Boot!!!

Nichy left work early. She did not feel like being with anyone, she was frustrated enough and did not want to feel forced to engage anyone. She paused at the bar that she usually went to after work, but knew that she might see Renee at least.

But she did want a drink.

So she went to the bar a few blocks away. Sitting at the bar felt awkward and did not help her, as her damp crotch hit a rounded edge of her stool. Her nipples stiffened against her blouse, and she sighed.

She was sick of being horny.

There was no one behind the bar which was not surprising. Nichy had left early, and it was a weeknight. After a while, she saw the bartender emerge from behind a beaded curtain. Even without her tortoiseshell glasses, Nichy recognized and was surprised to see Theodora.

“Hi,” Theodora said, with a wide smile.

“You work here?”

Theodora nodded.

“I was at the other bar because even though I get free drinks here, the bartender that night was not as good as me. I am kind of a snob about who makes my drinks!” she continued to smile at Nichy. “What can I get you?”

Theodora had a smile that made you smile with her. Nichy almost wished that Theodora could give her what she wanted.

“What is your signature cocktail?”

Theodora leaned into her, and Nichy could see inside of her blouse as Theodora wore wearing a low-cut halter and no bra. She could see Theodora’s nipple when she leaned a certain way. Just a glimpse, but Nichy felt her own nipples harden. Nichy had never been with a woman or wanted to be with a woman, but Theodora was beautiful and she had an affect on her nonetheless. Especially knowing that Renee and Tyler had been with her, and she had seen her tipsy fooling around with them.

“I do have one, but of I tell you what I put in it…I will have to kill you darling Nichy…”

Nichy grinned at the reference to the Prince song which was inevitably mentioned throughout her career of being a Nichy…different spelling and all.

“So just give it to me,” Nichy grinned.

“I’ll give it to you alright,” Theodora said, leaning in a bit more and then moving back to make the drink. “It has Chambord in it. Do you like that?”

Nichy nodded, and Theodora place a shot before her.

“While you wait.”

Nichy sipped her shot like an amateur drinker, but she did not care. She liked to savor her liquor. The Chambord went right between her legs, and Nichy could not help but discreetly rock against the rounded edge of her stool again. She felt her nipples harden more, and closed her eyes when they grazed the edge of the bar.

Theodora moved behind the bar with a sensual grace, considering how many different areas of it she covered grabbing different bottles to put in the deep scarlet drink that she finally placed in front of Nichy. She picked up the Chambord, and poured herself another shot.

“So you know that Renee called me darling Nichy while we fucked, right? She told you of course?”

Nichy snorted the scarlet drink through her nose. Theodora grabbed napkins for her to dab at her nose.

“I’m sorry!” Theodora tried to avoid laughing, but the smile turned up the corner of her mouth. “I guess that she did not tell you. The way she is, well I thought she would tell it to you as a joke. I’m sorry…”

“She,” Nichy coughed a bit, before she continued. “told me that I was her first choice, but not that.”

Nichy eyed Theodora uncomfortably, but Theodora shrugged.

“The way she was looking at you at the bar, it was obvious. But I wanted to get fucked and I did. It was really good, and I am up for it again. But you were her first choice…”
Nichy nodded, finally getting a proper sip of her drink.

“This is awesome, but I know if you tell me what is in it you will have to kill me!”

“Yeah,” Theodora laughed. “Listen seriously, it is okay if Renee was thinking about you. I was thinking about someone else too…”

The buzzing sound of Theodora’s vibrating phone was foreign until she recognized what it was. Theodora grabbed her phone, unlocked it and then pressed it down on the bar.

“Is everything okay?”

Theodora looked at Nichy cautiously.

“Wanna see something? But it is really something…”

“Show me…”

Theodora stared at Nichy for a long time, before she picked the phone up and showed Nichy what was a video of a woman close-up playing with herself and her nipples. Playing with her large, hard nipples, as she moaned,

“Theo, Theo…”

Theodora put the phone back down on the bar, face down.

“Was that too much darling Nichy?” Theodora leaned in close enough to kiss her. “I just wanted you to know it was not a big deal. Caroline is away on business, and wanted me to know she was thinking about me.”

Nichy rubbed herself against the edge of the barstool on purpose. Her nipples grazed the edge of the counter again, and she wished that she could undo her bra from the front so that she could caress her nipples like Caroline was. It would not even take her seconds before she made herself come, especially since the alcohol was getting to her since she had had nothing to eat.

“So it was not a big deal.” Theodora continued. “As a matter of fact, Renee is supposed to come by here later. Because all Caroline can do is show me how much she misses me…”

Nichy took another sip of her drink, and realized there was no place to go to escape her horniness…

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Wicked Wednesday #163 – Hormones & Kink of the Week, July 1-16: Leashes/Leads

“It is all hormones with you and Rafe,” her mother had said to her, when she started seeing him. “That young man has something carnal about him, even I am not immune. Everything seems so pristine, his background, his family. But he is like a wildcat. Something that cannot be domesticated.”
Eliza remembered how frank her mother was with her when she told her that they were in a relationship. She had not even told her mother about Sandrine, or anything else. He came to dinner at their holiday house, which Eliza was a little embarrassed was so much more modest than his parents’ home which she had been sneaking into.

Even at the dinner table she was barely able to keep her hands off of him. Even with her parents present, she could not keep her hands off of him. Both of them ate eat one-handed, because their hand was on the other’s thigh or some part.

“He is not the kind of man that you get serious about,” her mother said washing dishes with her later.

Eliza thought that when he proposed to her, she thought that she had captured him. But to be honest, she always wondered how long she would hold him.

“You know the night that we met was one of those nights,” she said now to Oscar. “The engagement was like a leash, it was almost like I should have had a fancy diamond-encrusted collar about his neck…”

A lost memory was resurrected, of being at one of Fiona’s racier openings. There was a man dressed in an elegant suit, with a woman in a gorgeous flesh-colored dress that made her more naked than she would have been if she was actually naked. The woman wore a collar, but her leash was tangled in a pile at the edge of the heels of her flesh-colored Christian Louboutins. She held Rafe close that night, the tightness of her arm like a leash with no room for him to break free.

Her arms about her neck now as if to strangle herself, Eliza let her breasts rest along Oscar’s body. He came inside her hotel room, pushed her up against the wall, and kissed her bruising kisses that she would run her fingers over in the morning. But almost at the same time, they realized that it was not smart. Her broken engagement, his relationship with Polly…but they could not keep their bodies apart. Lying on the bed, Oscar stared up at the ceiling. Clutching her hair in a tight vise, he held her locks like a thick leash. He controlled how far she moved her head.

“And with me? With me what is it? Hormones too?”

She looked up his torso to his face, as he released her hair.

“Maybe you were love at first sight?”

Oscar chuckled, continuing to play with her hair.

“I am not sure it was love at first sight. But we both wanted to fuck each other!”

Eliza kissed what of his stomach, peeked through his partially open shirt.

“I fell in love with you in Shanghai, you broke me there too…”

Oscar sat up leaning back on his hands, she pressed his chest softly savoring the familiar feeling of it under her fingers.

“It is okay, it was not okay for a time…but now it is.”

He held her hand.

“I’ll always love you Eliza, even if we are not together, I will always love you.”

“I love you,” she said.

Before the tear fell over her lips, Oscar’s mouth was on hers. He licked the saltiness of the tear from her lips. It felt like hormones motivated them as she completely unbuttoned his shirt, and kissed his chest. He fisted her hair again making her look at him, she stopped like any animal would when its leash was pulled. There was a not so gentle thump between her legs, as she realized where she was going.

What she wanted.

“I love you,” he said disengaging himself from her, and buttoning his shirt. “But I am not going to be Rafe’s replacement again.”

Eliza curled up in a ball on the bed, clutching the sheets as if for dear life. She knew he was right, but she did not want him to be right.

“I love you,” he said again, bending to kiss her cheek.

She heard the door close solidly behind him, and was glad that the doors locked automatically and required a code in this hotel. Not that it mattered, she remained up for the entire night in a ball on the bed like a watchdog.

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