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Masturbation Monday No. 147 — Rare Fruit


Nichy got up in the morning, saw his name on her phone and the butterflies in her stomach were let loose. She placed her hand on her stomach, and walked into the bathroom unfazed by her nudity in the full-length mirror.

Miss you.

Her fingers moved over her phone like a demon, as she texted him back how much she missed him. Even though her body still thrummed with her and Tyler’s lovemaking.

But she did miss Drew, she missed him so much. She felt like she physically felt the distance between them—her in New York, and him in London.

Miss you too.

She felt his kiss like if he was in New York, or she was in London. Him holding her so close that she felt squishy down below, because he made her so wet when they were just close. Before he even touched her.

I might come to New York, I have miles too.

Nichy placed her phone on the edge of the sink.

Again her heart was being tugged, everything had been Drew. Now Tyler was back–she could still feel Tyler inside of her, and she pressed her thighs together with the memory.

She was tired of splitting her heart. She had left her life once before because she was afraid of what had happened before. Being Graham’s Nusch in a previous life, and he had found her. She had been in an constant circle of lovers, and she wondered if she could just run away? If she could be somewhere else? Be someone else?


When she picked her phone back up, she saw Gavin’s name on her screen. Nichy was surprised because they were friends of course—they had been so much more—but these days he did not text her a lot.

Miss you…

Nichy stared at his text, and swallowed.


She texted him back because she was not sure how he meant he missed her.

She dropped her phone, when Tyler grabbed her, and she watched him kiss her neck in the mirror. Her lids grew heavy, but she was still aroused as she watched him kiss her like a vampire, while he caressed her breasts like a rare fruit.

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Masturbation Monday No. 146 — Treasure Chest

“I kept the London Bridge up obviously!” Nichy smiled at Tyler, who watched her lips. “Drew is a friend of Carol’s and mine. Why?”“Just saw his name flash on your phone, wondered he it was important?” he said, kissing her mouth and then her throat.

Nichy kissed his earlobe, flicking her tongue along its delicate shell back and forth.

Tyler clutched her close. She knew that kissing his ear would drive him crazy, and he clutched her so hard…so hard, she was sure she would bruise. He grabbed her ass so hard, she was sure she would bruise there as well as if he had slapped her there.

When she was on top of him, awhile later, he did indeed slap that same cheek over and over. Over and over, as she rode him. Nichy rode him so hard, and heard her come as she moved up and down over him like it was splashing. Tyler spanked her bottom, and clutched her so close. So close, she pressed her hands on his chest and saw the imprints that she left on him.

She came so suddenly, it was like she stole it. It was so sudden, that it raced through her and she felt goosebumps before it was gone. Panting, she grabbed his waist, and looked into his eyes. Tyler was sure to remember now the last time she had fucked him.

His eyes were soft when he looked at her, he looked so vulnerable, as vulnerable as she felt and she slipped him out of her. Lying beside him, she pressed her face into his chest. His chest was like a treasure chest of memories of them, and her body heaved from the pleasure they had shared.
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Masturbation Monday No. 145 — Purr

“Remember me?”Tyler looked at Nichy with a half smile. 

Yes, she did remember him in a suit like he wore now, rushing here and there with a suitcase these days.

“Of course I do,” she smiled at him, but quickly realized that she did not know what mood he was in.

He had been away when she was in London, he had been away a lot lately and she had lost her sense of him in a way.

Was that the reason that Drew had seemed so appealing to her?

No, Drew was special. So did that mean Tyler was not?

“When was the last time you fucked me?” he asked, taking off his jacket and standing before her. He pulled a strand of her hair, and looked into her eyes. “When was the last time we were in the same city?”

He pulled her close, and it was like riding a bicycle or tying a shoelace. That was how easy it was to place her hands on Tyler’s body, press herself to him and purr her kiss like a cat.

He semi-clawed at her and the way he made her feel with his body pressed to hers, she would not have minded if he dug his nails into her in the moment. He lowered his face to hers, cradling hers with such tenderness it made her feel like her core was melting.

“Missed you…” he breathed rapidly, before he pressed his lips to hers.

“I missed you,” Nichy said, spreading her legs as he sat her on top of her desk. He ran his hand over her thigh, slowly like he had all of the time in the world. She was embarrassed her thighs quivered while he did it. He ran his finger along the tremor of her quiver, and it was like he had dipped his finger between her legs.

“How much did you miss me? What have you been doing in London? Did you keep the bridge from falling down?” Tyler urged.

Nichy wrapped her arms about him, and he pulled her close to him.

“Who is Drew?” he breathed.

Nichy swallowed, and Tyler watched her throat.
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Masturbation Monday No. 144 — London

She had the miles, she had the time and so she went back to London. Nichy was overwhelmed by the series of terrorist attacks in the UK, and it made her realize that she could not imagine not having Drew in her life.

When he opened his apartment door, she wrapped her arms about him so tight that he fell back and laughed softly at the force at which she came at him. He held her tight, and kissed her temple.

She looked up at him, and his soft smile straightened with warmth. 

“I’m okay,” he promised, looking at her with soft eyes that mirrored her concern. 

“I know, I know, I –” 

Her voice broke off, and he held her close. She was so close to him, she felt his heartbeat, the soft stream of his breath and an involuntary muscle twitch. Nichy curved her body to his, to his heart, his breath, his belly and placed her hand on it. Looked up at him.

Drew looked down at her, her lips quivered because of what she wanted to say. She was not sure that they were ready for those words. He caressed her lips, and she tasted the salt from her tears on his finger.

“Darling Nichy,” he started, not trying to refer to the Prince song she knew. “Darling…”

“I’m sorry,” she croaked, unintentionally. “I just needed to see you after everything…”

He pulled her close, and kissed the bridge of her nose, the curve of her lip, her throat and the hallow of her neck. Nichy tilted her head to the side, and he smothered her neck with kisses. Kisses on her neck drove her crazy and as her hands caressed Drew’s body, the tenderness between them evolved to full-out passion. His hands felt like fire under her blouse, as he unhooked her bra. The buckle of his belt was heavy and thick when she undid it.

They lie on the floor where they had rutted like animals, Nichy’s body smoldering as she surveyed sweat and love marks on Drew’s body. She could feel the use of her own body, and a sweet soreness that beckoned her to press her pelvis to Drew.

“You are insatiable…” he panted, yet grabbed her hips and pulled her to him.

Nichy needed to feel him, it was her need and her protest to all of the hate in the world…

Her love.
This post is for London, and the picture is one of the first I took the first time I was there, hanging out of a bus and soooooo very happy to see Big Ben!

It is a beautiful city…

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Masturbation Monday No. 143 — An Ocean Away…

Nichy never slept well on a plane, and with unending thoughts about Drew who she had only been separated with for hours it was impossible. Those hours included an ocean, and they were so far apart that it hurt. Nichy looked over at Carole, who was fast asleep and wore her fancy eye mask that looked like a masquerade mask. It was dark on the plane because everyone was sleeping, but Nichy could not sleep at all.

Her body was hungry for Drew. She could still feel his body against hers, and inside of hers. Her hand had slipped between her thighs instinctively and when she realized it was there, Nichy plotted to pleasure herself discreetly since it was so dark on the plane.

Loosening her seatbelt around her hips, Nichy pulled up her dress. The inside of her thighs were already damp, as she caressed the inside of them. She could smell her own heat and slipping her fingers from under her blanket, Nichy tasted her fingers and could taste the sex that she and Drew had had just hours earlier.

Her other set of fingers moved from her thighs to her satiny lips, and Nichy sucked her fingers harder as she inserted a couple of her fingers into herself. And then pulled them out abruptly.

Her fingers felt good moving in and out of her, but Drew felt better so they were a weak replacement. Nichy was startled by moisture above her cheeks. Her eyes tightened, tears fell and she saw Drew’s face and thought about what it was like to kiss him. She remembered his scent and his warmth. The memory of the way he held her burned her, and her body felt scalded.

Her phone buzzed, and her clit trilled with it. She picked it up, and the scent of her heat filled her as she saw Drew’s name pop up on her screen.

Do you miss me yet? he texted.

Nichy closed her eyes, he had no idea how much she did…
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Masturbation Monday No. 142 — Clouds

Carole looked at Nichy, and Nichy smiled.

She knew what Carole saw.

“Girl, you look fucked!” Carole declared.

Nichy put down her purse on top of her suitcase, and put her hand on her hip.

“Well, because that was what I have been doing…” Nichy stared at her friend.

Are we going to do another show for Drew on the airplane?”

Nichy adjusted her sunglasses and smiled.

She and Carole had made out on a plane to impress Drew, but now she wanted him and her to be much more of a secret.

Looking around at the planes about her, she stared at a cloud and thought about how into Drew she was. How she never wanted to be out of his arms. Her skin ached for his warmth when they were not close together. Inside of her felt like ice, because he was not inside of her.

The clouds moved further and further apart symbolically, like Drew and her.

“Nichy? Are you okay?”

Nichy looked at Carole with a glazed over expression. She almost could not see her friend, as her eyes dampened with tears.

“Yeah, I am good.”

“You’re in love with Drew, aren’t you?”

Nichy knew that she was in love with him, even though she tried to be casual about him. She had been with Gavin, Renee, Tyler, Graham and Michelle almost to the point that it felt incestuous. But with Drew, it was so unexpected. To be in London, and meet him at a bar. Go home with him, and have him blow her mind.

She was cold inside, and ached for him hot and hard either in her mouth or between her legs. They had been in bed moments ago practically. That was why she looked fucked. She was still sore from him riding her so hard, her skin raw from his kisses all over her body, her dress sticking to her from the combination of their fluids.

She had had to put her dress on right after they had had sex, because she could not miss her flight.

“You could, you could and I would pay for you to go back another day…” Drew said kissing her neck, and he knew that was like kissing her labia.

“I have to catch my flight…” she protested softly.

He watched her pull her dress over her head.

“I am keeping these,” he said picking up her thong, and sucking on the string.

He drove her and they were silent mostly. The one time they did talk, they pulled over and she sat on his lap.

Craving his heat.

Now she was cold inside, and in love as the clouds rolled by…

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Masturbation Monday No. 141 — Black Hole


Drew’s name was sweet on her lips. The taste of his mouth, the taste of his shoulder as she bit into it…In bed with him, she had an oral fixation. Nichy needed to lick and nibble on him, while they made love. Drew groaned softly, and let her lick and bite his chest and back. Even after love, she could not stop touching him with her mouth and hands.

She could taste him on her lips and fingers after when she went to the bathroom, and it made her want him all over again. Her fingers went from her mouth, to her labia and she could smell their scents mingle.

Her finger damp from her saliva, pee and come, she rubbed over her nipple sweetly and her body was electric with need for him all over again. She was on the edge of the toilet rubbing her nipple, when Drew walked into the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a hoarse British accent, and rubbed his face.

He rubbed his face, before his hand covered hers and he rubbed her nipple.

Nichy almost came over the toilet. Touching her nipple was enough to get her there, and the scent of Drew and her own arousal was too much. She closed her eyes, and felt like she going to black out. Like she was in a black hole with pleasure, she felt Drew hold her arms and she reached for him. She opened her eyes to lick and nipple at his stomach. He got hard as hell when she played with her fingers and mouth around his cock–without touching it. That was what he said with his accent, that made her close her eyes again as she entered a black hole of pleasure all over again…

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Masturbation Monday No. 140 — Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

Nichy gasped, between her legs still felt like Drew had a death grip between them. She could still his fingers inside her. She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. Her body pulsated with Drew, even though he was not touching her. She looked up into his eyes, she could not see them in his pitch black shades, but he still made her shiver all over.

He pulled her by her arms, almost enough to hurt but he did not hurt her. She knew he would never hurt her for real. He kissed her carefully, and she wrapped her arms about his neck. Pressing herself to him, Nichy rubbed her cheek against his chest and looked up into his eyes.

They looked at each other for a long time, her lips parted, but there was nothing to say. Nichy raised her parted lips to his, and he pulled her close. Smoke enveloped her, as he kissed her and his cigarette was sweet on his mouth. His cigarette, and the whiskey he had been drinking were so sweet. They were not quite drunk, but more than tipsy. Nichy almost slipped until he wrapped his arm about her waist, and pulled her close to him.

She looked up into his eyes, looking so hard for them again that she could not see behind his black shades. Smoke circled her, circled them as they kissed and he grabbed her ass. He held one cheek so hard in his hand, and she wrapped her arms about his neck again. Her body covered his like a shield. Hiding his desire–their desire–on a smoke-filled London street corner, and when she pulled her lips away from his she wondered how many times she would fall in love with him…
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Masturbation Monday No. 138 — Red

Camden was even more colorful than Nichy remembered. She walked along its Lock, and saw Drew tucked away in a bar that was colored red, it was all red inside. She ran–was she with Carole?–through a throng of people. Drew had just turned, when she leaped and wrapped her legs about him. Drew’s skin was red, her legs were red and the music about them was like an additional heartbeat inside of her body.She wanted Drew inside of her body.

She kissed him, that sweet spot on her own neck on his, because she hoped that it would make him as wild as her. He moaned softly, and smacked her bottom and it felt like he had smacked her between her legs the way she throbbed there after his touch.

“You want it here then? Right here?” His accent was like sex, when he talked to her. She ground herself against him. “You filthy girl, people might be able to see.”

“Then make sure they don’t? Unless you are scared?”

The front of the bar was red, and so all of their parts were bathed in red, his lips, his throat. The top of her breasts, and her nipple when he slipped his finger just inside her bodice. They turned toward each other, pressed so close together, she almost could not breathe. Not from their proximity, but from the anticipation. Her lips parted, a Pavlovian response when she heard his zipper. Drew fingered her to see if she was wet, she smirked and saw her lips shift red beneath her nose. He fingered her, even though there was no need to. She had been ready for him when she wrapped her legs about him. She reached for him, for his shaft outside of his pants. Played with it, because she coveted it.

He was hard, she was wet, she looked down briefly and saw him hard and red between them. She closed her eyes, as he moved his fingers from her.

Red with lust.

Red with rage.

Behind her eyes was red, when she realized she had been dreaming. Her hand between her thighs was red, as she realized she had finger fucked herself in her sleep.

She wanted Drew even more now…
I wrote two flash pieces that stayed with me, and inspired this dream for Nichy. You can read them here, and here.
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Masturbation Monday No. 137

Nichy stumbled into her apartment much later that day, texts from Tyler and Drew had kept her attention for most of the day at work. Tyler texted that he was sad he was not there. I miss you, I want to be with you, see you soon…And from Drew…I miss you, I want to be inside you, when am I going to see you?

With Tyler her texts were sweet. Miss you too, sad you are not here, see you very soon.

With Drew it was: I miss you, I want you inside me, I want you to come inside me, I want your come all over me, I want to go to London now…

Come to London. Come now...he texted back to her.

You want me to come now?

Yeah, of course I want you to bloody come. 

Maybe I can come in New York for you?


Face Time call coming in.

Drew on an angle, lying on his bed on her screen.

“Why aren’t you hard?” she panted at the screen.

“Don’t you want to see my pretty face?” he questioned with a smile, and pursed lips.

“Yeah, but I want to see your pretty dick too!”

Nichy slammed the door behind her, and threw her things onto her couch. Missing, she did not care. She held her phone with one hand, and slipped her hand up behind her back to unsnap her bra, and she made a show of pulling it from the front of her dress.

“And how about your pretty tits? And that pretty cunt?”

Nichy laughed, her cheeks hotter than being to close to a stove, and threw herself onto her couch, pulled her dress up and pulled the crotch of her thong to the side. Pretty cunt revealed. Then she pulled her breasts out and up over the bodice of her dress.

Everything on view.

His pretty dick was hard when she looked at the phone. So into her show for him, she did not see see him on his mattress and his very pretty dick exposed at first.

She closed her eyes and she could taste him, and caressing her nipples, she came and she had not even touched herself down there…
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