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Masturbation Monday No. 202 — Solicitation

Sabrina wandered in the area of the hotel, but did not go in. She did not know if she was going to see Drew—he gave her his card like she was going to seek him out. She had no intention of doing so…

…except there she was wandering outside like a prostitute. The prostitute that he had insinuated that she was when he pounded her in his hotel room like she was a stranger, when she thought that he must have know who she was.

She was caught up in these thoughts, when she walked right into him. He looked at her with the dark eyes that he looked at her with the last time they were together, and he held her now in the street because she almost lost her footing.

There was no conversation between them. Her being there was an admission that she wanted what had happened between then again. He took her hand like she was a girlfriend, like she was Sasha Grey or Riley Keough in The Girlfriend Experience. She had recollected her balance, and walked confidently in her high heels.

It was practically a routine that they had gotten down pat, after only the one time together. She put on the wig, and bent over the mattress after she pulled up her dress.

No underwear.

This was where the variation began. He caressed her ass for along time, before she heard him unbuckle his belt. He let the cool buckle of the belt rub up and down her ass, along the divide. She was so wet she was afraid that Drew could see, and would scorn her. If he did, he did not say a word as he spanked her with the belt and she tried to hide that she came immediately. She was that needy for the sensation—any sensation—and when he slipped inside her both of them groaned desperately with their need to be consumed by sensation.

Drew held her, spooned her over the bed, and would not let her go. Sabina needed that, she needed to feel him hold her and pull her close to him. After there was enough of that—well enough for her—she pulled down her dress and walked out of his hotel room. She did not want to linger with him for another second.

Between her legs held all of the evidence, as Sabrina strutted through and out of the hotel back into the sun like a spotlight on her.

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Masturbation Monday No. 201, Kink of the Week, July 1-16

Sabrina wore the wig back to Harry’s. When she left the hotel after Drew, she did not wear it because there were people who would know she was Nichy if they saw her. But in his apartment, she realized that Harry would not have any idea who Nichy was.

When she walked into the livingroom, she played with the wig, as Harry studied her.

“What is with the wig?” he asked, watching her spit strands of the hair out of her mouth.

“I don’t know,” she said shyly and coyly at once. “I just felt like playing around.”

Harry stood up, pulled a handful of her hair into his fist, and kissed her.

This was what Sabrina wanted, this cocktail of passion and roughness.

Drew had been rough with her, but it had felt very different. It had felt like he had an agenda, it had felt like he wanted to hurt her. And for dizzying moments with all of the endorphins running through her, she wanted him to hurt her. He fucked her like she was a toy for his penis. Like she was a mold of the woman that wanted to imagine he was with, while realizing or not that he was with that woman. If she put her finger where he had been, she would still feel the hurt that he almost caused her while he pleasured her.

Harry pulled her closer, still with her hair in his fist and kissed her almost painfully. She wanted him to be rough. She wanted to be rough with him, her nails grazing his scalp. He grunted in response to her nails on his skin, and smacked her bottom as he pushed her onto the couch.

It was different with Harry than it had been with Drew. Harry was rough, but he was still considerate. He held her, and held her hand afterward. She looked in his eyes, and their color scalded her.

No matter how she wanted to pretend that he was not important, no matter how many people she was with, it was still Harry that scalded her memory.

Even as she resurrected Nichy, and he had no idea…

Her fingers on herself, she wondered what else Drew had that was meant to resemble her. Did he remember her cunt from memory, and have a toy made and maybe he caressed the wig she was wearing now while he fucked himself with it?

Had she scalded his memory?

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Masturbation Monday (Happy) No. 200!!! — The Accident

It was an accident. Sabrina meant to call Jeanne. But she accidentally called Drew because she had been looking at his contact information on her phone, and she had hung up when she heard his voice. But he still called back.

“Hello?” His accent filled the line, and she hung up because that was not what she had meant to do.

It was equally an accident that she saw him at where else? Her own personal love hotel, where she had a foursome with Harry, Carole and Gui. Where she met Renee for a series of trysts, and now where she saw Drew. Should she really have been so surprised to see him there? He was friends with Carole, and for all she knew maybe they were sleeping together now.

When Drew saw her, he did not know right away who she was. But then he turned around, and really looked at her. Sabrina stared at him blankly, as if she thought a new hair color, fragrance and makeup would make someone who had been intimate with her forget who she was.

“Nichy?”

At this point, Nichy did feel like another person to her, someone she had been so long ago that she did not remember who that even was.

“Nichy?”

Sabrina shook her head, and Drew took her arm.

“You look exactly like a woman that I cannot forget…do you want to help me forget her?” He took in her scent, and wriggled his nose indicating that he was not familiar with her perfume. “Can you help me forget her?”
So it was an accident, when he took her to yet another room in this now legendary hotel to her, and started fucking her before they even got into the room. He lacked finesse, as he pulled her dress up and pressed himself to her.

This was how he took her when he could not wait anymore. When she wriggled her ass against him, he smacked it hard.

“Stop, you are going to make me come too fast. Wait, wait!” He panted.

Turning just her head to look at him, Sabrina saw him go into his suitcase, and pull out a wig…that looked like her hair did when she was Nichy. He thrust the wig into her hands.

“Put this on,” he demanded, and Sabrina did what he said. He studied her for a moment. “Perfect, now turn around.”

Sabrina turned around, and he felt between her legs.

“Soaking wet, were you waiting for me? Or did I take you away from someone else?”

Sabrina moaned as her fingered her, as he let his finger slip into her she cried out.

“Be quiet, I want to forget, and don’t look at me.”
Sabrina bit her lip, as he pushed into her. She tasted the blood as he rammed in and out of her. In and out, until she felt his hot come fill her and she gasped because he did not use a condom, and she was a little panicked.

Did she really believe that he did not know she was Nichy, while he fucked her like this?

When he was done, he groaned and pushed her away from him. He reached for his wallet at first, and then he laughed.
“You are not a pro are you?” he questioned. “Well not a whore, at least are you? That was pretty good.”

Sabrina looked at him, and shook her head. She excused herself into the bathroom to wipe away any evidence of the accident.

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While Sabrina was having an accident, Jeanne had her own hands full–introducing Fleur Fridays!!!

wig via wikipedia

Masturbation Monday #199 —Prince Harry

“You like falling in love more than anything. More than loving or being in love, you love the sensation of falling,” Jeanne had said between her cigarette in one hand, and her gin in the other while surveying her friend.

Jeanne’s words stayed with Sabrina long after the two women parted. She did not see Jeanne often, but every time she did see her, she was falling for someone new. There she had been in the bar, getting day drunk and telling Jeanne all about Harry.

Because she was always talking about Harry.

Prince Harry, well the prince in her dreams, so her Prince Harry.

But could she imagine herself and Harry like the Royals? The big wedding, and everything that came with that? It scared her to be honest, and she was not sure why.

The commitment.

Jeanne’s words stayed with her, as she walked into their apartment. She could smell Harry was already there, deeper than just the top notes of his scent, she could smell his essence like smoke. Her nose followed the scent until she was just under his arm, her nose in the sweet pit of him. His scent raged like a fire, and he pulled her into his heat.

Sabrina hummed a French melody that Jeanne was hummed when they were together. Her French was awful, but she sang the words that she knew and Harry looked down at her.

“Did you meet with your French friend?” Harry questioned, looking into her eyes.

Sabrina nodded.

“That is my best French when I am with her. All the words I know, and understand.”

“Voulez-vous couchez avec moi?” Harry said, sticking his tongue out.

“Everyone knows what that means,” Sabrina whispered, leaning up and Harry leaned down more so their tongues touched.

And when their tongues touched, she needed more to touch. She kissed his chest, and dipped her tongue into the pit of his arm. She knew he was sensitive there. In response, he pressed her to the wall.

“You don’t like me to be gentle do you, you like me to be rough with you…”

He kissed the top of her head, as he pulled up her skirt. She could hear his finger click, as he touched between her legs with her wetness. She was already wet, neither one of them was surprised.

“You are always wet,” he said, and pushed his fingers into her mouth.

Sabrina could taste her own heat, and was afraid that she would combust, as he moved his fingers, and replaced them with his mouth.

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romeo and juliet via wikipedia

Masturbation Monday No. 198 — Sleeping Beauty

Her dream started that she came out of her Cindrellaesque carriage, but she was dressed like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman—and she was wearing shattered glass slippers and could see the blood on her feet in the cracks.

But it did not hurt at all.

She walked to the ballroom? Or at least a huge dome-shaped room with gorgeous glass chandeliers that were not shattered. She could not see her reflection, but she assumed that she looked hideous.

She was not wrong.

The crowd circled around her in their fancy ballroom gowns, and upturned noses. They circled around her, and pulled at her clothes. Blood appeared on other parts of her body, as she was scratched and pulled at. Sabrina did not even have a defense, half naked in her still shattered glass slippers she stood.

Until she was covered in a thick cloak that made her feel as if she was set on fire.

The panic of it all made her pass out, and she did not come to for what seemed like hours.

As if she were sleeping beauty.

When she woke up, the dark man she had glimpsed briefly before she passed out, gazed at her with with a sweet expression.

“You are awake,” he said simply, and continued to caress her back.

On her side she heard the crackle of the glass slippers and she wondered how he could be so warm, when she knew she must be leaving blood on his sheets?

But the sheets were black, so maybe it did not matter?

The dark man covered her like his dark sheets, and Sabrina cried out. Not in refusal, she cried out in welcome.

She had been unconscious, but she knew him and the way his body fit with hers showed he knew her. She welcomed him, her legs wrapped about him and neither of them cared about the shattered glass or blood as she dug her heels into his back.

Breathless from his deep kiss, she almost passed out again.

But she managed not to, as he kissed down her body. His lips like lava, and she felt like she was going to spontaneously combust.

Practically on fire, she rolled onto her side and looked at Harry.

Awake now, she knew that if they had a fairy tale it would have to be twisted like her dream had been.

She kissed his body. Her lips like lava now, moving along him until she heard his moan deep in his chest and she covered his body like he had in her dream.

When he was her nocturnal prince…

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sleeping beauty via wikipedia

Masturbation Monday No. 197 — Cinderella

Was it all about the fantasy? Was nothing real for her?

Sabrina waited at her and Harry’s favorite neighborhood bar. She had spent most of the day lost in fantasies about Drew, and how fire-filled it had been between them.

She remembered arching in the bed when he went down on her, because his tongue literally felt like fire on and around her clit. It felt like fire probing every crevice of her, and warmed her come between her legs, so that it almost felt like candle wax between her thighs.

But then her memories sobered, and she remembered she was waiting for Harry. That she had left her life that included Drew, and now she was with Harry, and he had been becoming everything until that scared her so much that she ran from him in dreams and reality.

Because she wanted the fantasy to last maybe? She was like Cinderella maybe, but she left way before the chance of the carriage turning back into a pumpkin and her glass slipper shattered.

Harry walked in, and wrapped his arm about her immediately. He kissed her, and she felt the type of fire between her legs that she had been fantasizing about.

“What are you thinking about” Harry asked her, looking in her eyes.

She felt the fantasy splash in her eyes, as she looked at him.

“Nothing special,” She replied, and wrapped her arms about him.

The heat of him was compelling, and she pressed herself as much to him as she possibly could. He wrapped his arm about her, and they did not even have to disentangle to order because the bartender knew them, and what they wanted.

Two glasses of Montepulciano.

Sabrina wanted to live for the fantasy, maybe this was the fantasy. Her and Harry, and the not so quiet fire between her legs…

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cinderella fleeing the ball via wikipedia

Masturbation Monday No. 196 — Unplugged

It was a bizarre twist, and it made Sabrina resent Carole even more for her confession of love. It was not that they were not going to be friends anymore, the two of them had been through far too much for that. But it was that she hated that Carole romanticized the dynamic between them. Sure you could suggest that their having been intimate could have changed their dynamic, but it had not for Sabrina and honestly that was not why Carole had fallen in love with her in the long run.

But it was Carole’s confession that she had started to fall for her when she went to London, and they had met Drew.

Drew.

Sabrina did not think much about her past lives for her own sanity. But one memory of Drew spurred so many more it was unbearable. Meeting him in Camden, him making the trips between them from New York to London feel like a trip from Manhattan to Brooklyn. Because they both wanted each other so much, and that was why she had begun to spend so much time with Carole in London. Why she had made out with Carole on a plane to entice Drew.

Carole was always an instrument, she saw now in hindsight.

But Drew, Drew himself had been like an uncontrollable fire. She wanted him all of the time, and as evidence that she did not actively practice monogamy–not in a traditional sense–she had him. But Drew was like setting fire to anything she was in at the time. She would have walked over the Atlantic Ocean to see him. For his death grip between her legs that made her burn all over…

Her tears felt like lava on her cheeks when she thought of the glass case he had with beautiful glass toys…the ways he played with her with those beautiful toys.

Sabrina moved her finger in and out of her anus, thinking about the lovely plug Drew had inserted in her…in and out, out and in until she cried out from the pleasure. Her tears became a hotter lava on her face, as she came from the sensation and the memory…

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Masturbation Monday No. 195 – Velvet

I am still on hiatus, but Masturbation Monday is not! Next week, a brand new installation. This week, please revisit Sabrina and Carole in Paris with me!

Paris had been calling Sabrina in her dreams, so she went there. With her friend Carole. She never told Carole about all the changes that she made with her persona. Carole just accepted her as her friend…period…

Since Carole was in Paris, she could not resist going since it had plagued her dreams.

And so her dreams came to life like a statue, and her dreams without Harry was something that she was not ready for.

She and Carole had fooled around a lot, if it was for some guy or whatever. They did it a lot. After Carole picked her up from the airport, they went to the sexy hotel where Carole was staying and attacked the decadent mini bar…it was not a surprise that she and Carole ended up kissing. Neither one of them was really drunk, just buzzed and there was magenta velvet everywhere.

“You taste like velvet,” Carole whispered, as she delicately licked the shell of Sabrina’s ear.

Sabrina remembered Carole licking her somewhere else, and before she could move, Carole had removed both of their plush magenta robes. She kissed Sabrina’s neck, and between her breasts, dipped her tongue in her navel and then kissed between her legs.

It felt so good, Sabrina squirmed and Carole’s tongue followed her wherever she went. Brushing her hair out of her face, Sabrina lifted Carole’s chin up to her.

“I want to taste you,” Sabrina said.

“But I am not done feasting on your pretty pussy yet!”

So that meant one thing.

Sabrina felt herself get even more slippery when she saw the two of them in the mirror doing sixty-nine. She liked to see herself have sex and watching Carole munch on her the way that she did, and watching herself with her eyes lowered in lust licking Carole…the visual was making her come as much as the sensation. As well as the scent of the room, redolent with the scent of their wetness.

“You know,” Carole grinned. “You are fucking me like you are on camera…”

Sabrina smiled, looking like a Cheshire cat.

“Am I? I never know with you!”

“Well no, but there is a man looking at us on the other side of the mirror. A friend of mine, and he told me he could not imagine me with a woman and I told him there is a woman, one woman who gets me hot as fuck. That’s you.”

Sabrina laughed.

“You are mean, let him in! Being on the other side of the mirror?”

“Are you sure?” Carole was wide-eyed.

Sabrina playfully licked Carole like cream.

“Oh yes, let him in…”

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Masturbation Monday #194 — Sabrina (Nichy) & Carole Flashback

Please enjoy this flashback with me (my MM No. 135)–which is even more magnificent with recent story development between Sabrina (Nichy) and Carole!

Nichy coaxed Carole’s breast out of the cup of her bra, biting her tongue as she flicked her friend’s nipple back and forth.”You know, Drew would have liked to have watched us…” Nichy said, kissing first and then biting Carole’s neck.

“On the airplane?” Carole panted, as she parted her legs and Nichy knew what she wanted. She wanted her to touch her pussy, as she had asked before. 

It was dark on the plane, and Nichy stopped touching Carole’s breast and Carole audibly gasped. Nichy smiled, as she watched Carole slip her hand under her blouse and played with her own breast.

“Cover yourself with your blanket,” Nichy suggested in a whisper to her friend.

Carole looked at her with wide eyes, but then Nichy saw when Carole caught her drift.

The airplane was not crowded, and they were the only people in their row. The stewardess had just walked by, and they were both covered in their blankets.

As soon as she was a couple of rows up, Nichy watched Carole unsnap her bra from the back.

But now, instead of her breasts, Nichy slipped her hand under the blanket and touched Carole’s wet pussy. She kissed Carole’s neck as she circled her clit, and was startled when she felt Carole come so quickly.

“You came!” she whispered, as Carole continued to play with her own breasts.

“Yeah, you made me come.”

Nichy dried her finger from Carole’s come in her soft pubic hair, and then covered herself in her blanket again. Carole kissed her neck, and that was a turn on. She closed her eyes, as Carole undid her bra and her breasts were loose and under Carole’s touch.

Carole never touched her pussy, but Nichy came all the same because her breasts were super sensitive.

She knew that Drew would enjoy her texting him about it. Then she reached for her phone excitedly, and took a selfie of Carole kissing her neck, and dropped her blanket to reveal Carole playing with her breasts.

“Seatbelts–” the stewardess started, before Carole and Nichy turned to her both bare-breasted and she walked away…

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Masturbation Monday #194 — Sabrina (Nichy) & Carole Flashback

Please enjoy this flashback with me (my MM No. 135)–which is even more magnificent with recent story development between Sabrina (Nichy) and Carole!

Nichy coaxed Carole’s breast out of the cup of her bra, biting her tongue as she flicked her friend’s nipple back and forth.”You know, Drew would have liked to have watched us…” Nichy said, kissing first and then biting Carole’s neck.

“On the airplane?” Carole panted, as she parted her legs and Nichy knew what she wanted. She wanted her to touch her pussy, as she had asked before. 

It was dark on the plane, and Nichy stopped touching Carole’s breast and Carole audibly gasped. Nichy smiled, as she watched Carole slip her hand under her blouse and played with her own breast.

“Cover yourself with your blanket,” Nichy suggested in a whisper to her friend.

Carole looked at her with wide eyes, but then Nichy saw when Carole caught her drift.

The airplane was not crowded, and they were the only people in their row. The stewardess had just walked by, and they were both covered in their blankets.

As soon as she was a couple of rows up, Nichy watched Carole unsnap her bra from the back.

But now, instead of her breasts, Nichy slipped her hand under the blanket and touched Carole’s wet pussy. She kissed Carole’s neck as she circled her clit, and was startled when she felt Carole come so quickly.

“You came!” she whispered, as Carole continued to play with her own breasts.

“Yeah, you made me come.”

Nichy dried her finger from Carole’s come in her soft pubic hair, and then covered herself in her blanket again. Carole kissed her neck, and that was a turn on. She closed her eyes, as Carole undid her bra and her breasts were loose and under Carole’s touch.

Carole never touched her pussy, but Nichy came all the same because her breasts were super sensitive.

She knew that Drew would enjoy her texting him about it. Then she reached for her phone excitedly, and took a selfie of Carole kissing her neck, and dropped her blanket to reveal Carole playing with her breasts.

“Seatbelts–” the stewardess started, before Carole and Nichy turned to her both bare-breasted and she walked away…

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