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Masturbation Monday No. 119

Nichy managed to get back to the table, her body still thrumming from the furious fingering that Graham had given her in the bathroom. Tyler looked at her with contrite eyes, and she looked at him for long time.

“Let’s go home…” she said finally.

They walked out of the restaurant, and Nichy did not even look for Graham as they did. Tyler took her hand, and she let him. Squeezed his, and they caught a cab.

In the back of the cab, Nichy placed her head on his shoulder.

“We don’t use protection when we have sex, you use protection with her?” she questioned softly.

She felt Tyler nod.

“Yes, it was casual. It was unexpected…”

“Tell me more about her, tell me what you did…”

“Nichy?”

Nichy cuddled against him more as he questioned her.

“You’re mine, I want to know. Tell me.”

“I don’t know Nichy, she is a consultant. I was working late with her, and we went out…we had dinner. At the bar.”

“Our bar?”

She felt him nod again.

“I went to the bathroom, she followed me and then we went into a stall together. It was not super sexy. It was really feral. I made her bend over the toilet, and unbuttoned her blouse so I could touch her breasts and see them in the mirror. I opened my pants, pulled a condom out of my wallet and fucked her. It was like relieving stress for both of us. She wanted it rough.”

Nichy looked up at him, and snuggled into him.

“Were you rough with her?”

“I spanked her, and made her turn around to see how red her ass was after. She took a picture of herself in the stall after I walked out.”

“Do you have that on your phone? Show me.”

Tyler shifted, and she clutched him. He scrolled his phone, both their faces were illuminated with its light. Until he came across the picture.

Nichy studied it for a long time.

She had seen that consultant in the office briefly, and would not have suspected that she would be looking at a picture of her freshly fucked.

Freshly fucked by Tyler.

“What’s her name?”

“Michelle.”

Nichy put her leg over Tyler’s, and knocked the phone out of his hand. She wanted him. She wanted him to finish what Graham had started, and she wanted him to call her Michelle while he did it.

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Masturbation Monday No. 118

Nichy literally bit her lip, and sucked on the tiny bit of blood that came from the spot.She was literally in a state of shock. Finally Tyler told her that the reason that he had had been so off was because he slept with someone else.

“I did not know how to tell you…” he started. “But I knew I had to tell you.”

Nichy wished she could be indignant with him, but between her legs was still bittersweetly sore with that had happened between her Graham. The way she knew that she had no desire to tell Tyler about Graham, and felt like she did not need to tell him if she was planning to be with him and devoted.

And this.

She looked at Tyler, still tasting the blood in her mouth.

“What do you want me to do?” she said, still sucking the inside of her mouth.

Tyler looked at her, expressionless.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” She pulled her lip down, so he could see the red mark in her mouth.

Nichy walked to the bathroom and without looking around, she knew that Graham was following her.

Into the bathroom, where the female attendant was silent as he followed her.

“He cheated on me!” she said hysterically.

“And you?”

Nichy looked at Graham. She was not going to get sympathy from him. No sympathy as he cornered her and her eyes widened. The attendant knew she was there with a man, and Nichy closed her eyes as they walked into the stall and he fingered her where she had felt him before.

Her head rolled against the wall, from the pleasure of him. She did not try to touch him, just closed her eyes sucked on the blood in her mouth and let him finger her and amplify her memory of him inside her.

And thought how she wanted to be with Tyler…

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Masturbation Monday No. 117 — Obliterated

Nichy looked across the table at Tyler, on her periphery, she saw Graham. Her heart raced, and she could not get over the passage where her hand was on her e-reader. How eerie it was that the character she was reading about, wanted to be obliterated by Danger:

Nathalie, Paris

Her body was sprawled over the mattress, and she panted.

Someone else who did not know any better would look at her reflection, and think she had been abused.

Well she had been, and it had been her choice to be so.

Danger was lying on the bed looking at her, with a smile on his face. Well more of a smirk than a smile, to emphasize that he was proud of what he had done to her body.

The rough sex was better than drinking to numb her grief, and all her other negative emotions. She looked over at Danger.

“Aren’t you glad I did not shred another pair of your panties, Nathalie?”

She buried her head even more in the mattress, and let out a bark of a laugh.

Danger knew her name because he talked to her all the time at the bar, and he heard people call her all the time. But she still had no interest in knowing what his name was.

He was Danger, was it not obvious from the things she had done with him? The way that they met, and the rough asignations that they had?

She looked at him with her own smirk on her face.

“I never complained about it to you, did you think it bothered me?”

He looked at her for a long time.

“I cannot figure you out. You want me to be this to you, this rough guy, you want me to be the uber bad boy in your life and I have been that guy and it is easy for me to be that guy but I am not in control here Nathalie. I am not the one in control here.”

“What do you want me to do? I certainly did not and cannot do this to myself. You did this to me.”

“You let me do this to you.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.” He said, and flipped her over. He looked into her eyes, and Nathalie looked at him with dark, challenging eyes.

“I want you to obliterate me.”

Danger looked at her with fear, and she reveled in it.

She wanted to forget everything except what he could make her feel.

He pulled her hair, and pushed her face into the mattress more. For a moment she could not breathe, she wondered if he was going to take her literally. Was he going to obliterate her? Was he going to finish her?

She closed her eyes, and felt the drool along her lips as she wished herself obliterated.

Nichy looked at that line over and over again, with her reader right next to her menu and she wondered if that was what was on the menu for her…
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Masturbation Monday No. 116 — Sabotage

Nichy looked at Tyler over her wine glass. She told him that she wanted to talk to him over drinks.Because she had needed to tell Graham what she was going to do. To tell him that she was going to tell Tyler about their relationship.

“He asked, and I do not want to lie to him about what we were.”

“What we were?” Graham asked her.

Nixhy looked down at the floor, and saw Graham’s shoes close to her own heels on the ground.

“Yes, what we were.”

“Are you going to tell him about what was going on a few weeks ago?”

“No.”

“So selective Nusch, so selective.”

Nichy looked up at Graham.

“And you are going to tell him everything about you and Sonia?” he added, as if it were a cross-examination.

“I am telling you this, because I wanted to be honest with you and you are trying to sabotage me.”

Graham pulled her close to him.

“You usually like when I sabotage you.Why won’t you look at me? ”

She looked at him, and regretted that she did.

He moved in and kissed her, and she had no resistance. Her legs were wrapped around his waist within moments, and she cried out realizing that he did give her pleasure that was not comparable. She scratched and clawed at him, and pounded him because she hated herself for being with him.

He returned her fervor.

“No, you can’t leave marks on me!” she cried.

Nichy sat up, and Graham slipped in and out of her. She kept hitting her head against the head of the bed, as he thrusted. She whimpered, and cried out from pleasure and from the pain of knowing she had not resisted him. Secretly she probably wanted him, to remember what he did to her and that was why she had asked him there.

He pulled her close to him, and she was messy with his come because she had not used a condom with him. He played with her dripping with him, and she gyrated with sensitivity.

In the bathroom, she had looked at herself and got ready to meet Tyler.

Now looking over her wine glass at Tyler, she felt like she was in a Hitchcockian film.

Graham had followed her there, it was almost like it should be named Sabotage like the Hitchcock film, which was also called The Woman Alone.

But she was anything but alone…

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Masturbation Monday No. 115

Nichy could have been lulled by watching Tyler get dressed in the morning, she could have been completely lulled and aroused my watching him put on clothes that transformed him into a professional man in a suit. She had not moved yet, because she was going to be working from home, and was still assembled as her how she looked when she had been making love with Tyler all night. Naked and covered sloppily in a sheet.

Her entire body was sore with their lovemaking. Her mouth felt stretched out from the myriad of times she had him in her mouth.

She could still taste him.

Her skin was sweetly burned from his stubble, and she could not even touch her clit because it was far too sensitive to touch from overstimulation. Her ass felt stretched out, because they had had anal sex twice. Once at the party, and again when they got home.

Nichy had been fucked senseless, but that did not mean that she was not aware that Tyler was still hiding something from her. There had been something on his mind and he had not shared it with her. Pulling the sheet over her breasts resurrected the sweet soreness that she felt across them and she caressed one under the sheet.

“So are you going to tell me what is wrong?”she asked, looking up at him.

Tyler came to the edge of the bed, and looked down at her.

“What?”

“I know something was wrong and you fucked me hoping I would not notice but I did. I assume it is not something I did, because you would not have fucked me so well if you were mad at me.”

“His name was Graham? This ex that you were telling me about?”

Nichy froze, but nodded softly.

“Sonia must have told you?”

Tyler knelt onto the bed with her.

“No, not like she was trying to get you in trouble, but she was drinking and she mentioned him and was surprised I did not know his name.”

Nichy nodded.

Secretly, she was glad that all of this had come out in the open, but she was now not sure what he knew and what he did not know. Why did they even have to think about Graham when her body was still so affected by Tyler and their lovemaking?
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Masturbation Monday No. 114

Tyler guided Nichy through the party, his hand at the small of her back. She needed his support after their encounter in the dark corner, she realized licking the fake blood on her mouth and getting a taste of K-Y jelly by accident.

The Doors were playing overhead as they indeed broke on through to the other side of the door, and out of the party.

Tyler covered her like summer outside, hot, sultry and almost stifling. The heat between them was palpable. Whatever he wanted, she wanted because he was in a mood and her body was his for the taking. Whatever he needed, she would be it, she could be it.

She looked up at him, and saw how he looked at her. His gaze was vulnerable and tender, in a way that tugged at all her vulnerable spots. She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but she knew he would tell her or not. But being there, being a body, being his was enough at the moment.

“Do you want to go?” she asked him, as if it were a code for something else.

“Do you?”

“What can happen inside there, that can be any more thrilling than you inside me?”

Tyler pressed her more the cold brick of the house, and Nichy went soft with the heat and hardness of him against her. She ached for him, and pulled him closer to her. His backside tensed under her palms.

“You want it out here, in the dark? With the bats flying around?”

The moon was bright in his eyes, and she followed where his finger pointed. There were indeed bats, and all manner of other nocturnal creatures were probably rampant too.

“Yes, I want it here with the bats flying around us.”

He kissed her so hard, she was breathless and she felt her nipple slip out of her corset. Her head hit the brick over and over again as he kissed her and then got fake blood on his face. He slipped his fingers in her and she wrapped her arms about him because her knees shook so bad with nerves and pleasure as he did. He knew the rhythm to drive her over the edge, and as a bat flew high in the sky, Nichy came so hard that she hit her head against the brick and feared she was unconscious. But the sweet tightening between her legs let her know she was alert…

…and wanted more.

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Masturbation Monday No. 113/ KOTW, October 16-31: Vampires

Tyler was upset, and Nichy was uncertain how to soothe him. When they were in the car going back to his apartment, she could tell something was wrong. She placed her hand on his thigh in the least sexual way she could imagine, and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He usually was so forthcoming with his emotions, she wanted to know what was wrong but she wanted to give him space as well.

When they got to his apartment, he pulled her close to him.

“Babe,” she sighed, pressing her cheek to his chest as he held her.

He squeezed her even more, and she pressed into him even more.

Days later, post Paris, they went to a costume party. Tyler dressed as a vampire—a particularly dapper one. Nichy could barely suppress the urge to touch him, but she didn’t because he was still in a mood. Even as he applied fake blood to her neck. She could feel his breath on her neck and it made her shiver. Tyler had cautioned her to stay still, as he put fake blood in to a fake wound that she had applied herself.

The blood was a bit too thick, so he walked away from her and when he came back he had a tube of K-Y jelly. Nichy had wondered if he was as aroused as she was from the application so far. He opened the tube of lube, and applied it to her neck. Nichy exhaled a rush of breath—she had not even realized that she was not breathing until that moment.

Walking into the party with him later, everyone admired the wound on her neck. She was otherwise dressed in a corset and full skirts, and the blood had trickled to the top of her breast. Tyler held the small of her back, and steered her around the room. Nichy was inspired that he was able to be so attentive and affectionate with her, even though it was clear that something had bothered him since they had returned from Paris.

He ushered her into a dark corner, and pushed her to the wall. The din of the party was far away, as if they had entered a hidden alcove. Nichy pressed her hands against the wall, and saw a very dim reflection of herself there in a mirror, and the glistening of the blood because of the added K-Y jelly. Briefly, she saw Tyler before she closed her eyes as he sucked on her neck and grabbed her breasts roughly. She wondered if there would be bruises on her breasts, and smiled because people might just think it was a detail of her costume they did not see earlier.

She pounded on the mirror indelicately, as Tyler pulled up the back of her skirts.

“I have the K-Y jelly with me, I saw how you were looking at me when I was putting the blood on you. Do you want me to…”

Nichy did not hear the rest of his question, she nodded violently as her thighs quivered. She knew where he was going to put that jelly, and she was ready for it. Under her skirts were bare, because she had not worn any underwear. She had thought he would find that out later…He caressed the curves of her backside, and teased at the split with his fingers.

The sounds of their encounter were what stayed with her after. Tyler unbuckling his pants, squeezing lube out of the tube and the sound of him putting on a condom. The squelching of lube as he entered her hole. The different sounds that they made from when he entered her from the front, from the back was an entirely new experience and she cried deep in her throat with pleasure. She had always liked his fingers there when they made love, so it felt like a double penetration.

The sound of him slipping out of her, and everything he had undone being done again. Nichy pressed the mirror to brace herself, and saw their orgasm faces post-orgasm.

Tyler ushered her back into the light, where they put on masks of civility, and their baser instincts were doused…

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Masturbation Monday No. 112

Usually, Nichy tried not to think about another lover while she was in bed with someone else. But she thought about Graham, and the things she had done with him that she had never done with someone else before. She wondered why she kept it so polarized, as if there were things that she could not do with anyone else.

Paris had been seriously sexy for her and Tyler so far, and it remained so. His body was warm and hard against hers, and felt like summer. His finger played along her labia, and she closed her eyes. She liked his fingers in her, as much as she liked anything else. His finger probed her with the same familiarity as her own.

He had watched her make herself come, his face so close to her that the inside of her thigh pressed against his cheek when she did. And he picked up her technique with ease. As he played with her, one thick finger, she wanted more…

Remembered more…

Graham had looked surgical with her once. She had been as aroused as she has ever been with him, and he asked her if she trusted him. Then, and now she trusted him sexually. It had not looked that sexy at first, but Graham had made applying lube feel like the main act. He applied his fingers slowly, and with a mirror to reflect what was happening it all looked like a magic act. In slow motion, she watched herself accept his fist. The sensation was as intense as he had promised it would be. Slow and labored he got inside her, and she came like she never imagined she could.

Tyler currently slipped another finger in her, and her thighs trembled from the pleasure of it and the memory of what she had done with Graham. Tyler must have sensed instinctively that he was in competition, because not with his fist but with his fingers he made her cry out. Nichy covered her face with her arm, but he moved it and kissed her while he finger fucked her until she was limp and ultra sensitive.

He pulled her to him after, and she could smell herself on his fingers. Nichy saw stars, and the light show the Eiffel Tower displayed in the distance behind the thin curtain was not nearly as bright…

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Masturbation Monday No. 111

“Sonia told me that you are in her apartment with your boyfriend….”
Nichy pressed her smartphone to her mouth, kissing the glass.

Graham’s voice resonated over the phone with an innocence that she knew he was far from capable of. But she did like hearing from him, liked that he was jealous—because that was why he was he was calling.

It was also jarring that he was jealous because it made him unpredictable, and she was not sure what he would do. Graham was bizarre enough to be in Paris calling her from Sonia’s place, and she did not want Tyler to have to go through all of that, after she had started confessing in small parts to him what it had been like with Graham. Although there were parts of it that she never could tell him. Or Dorian. There were things between her and Graham that only she and Graham could know, and that was why she was so connected to him for better or worse.

“Yes.”

“Does he know about me?”

“Yes.”

“What does he know about me?”

“What can I tell anybody about you Graham?”

“Don’t get smart Nusch. None of your suitors have ever been enough to make you forget about me. None of them.”

When she heard the phone click. It was like he wanted to poison her with thoughts of their lovemaking to make this trip to Paris about him.

But it could not be.

As Tyler got more acquainted with the city, and started leading her around instead of vice versa…as he sat close beside her at cafes so that the heat of their bodies meshed as one…as he pulled her into alleys for kisses and sometimes more.

But it was his eyes, and the way that he looked at her that made her pulse all over. His eyes made her body heat, and between her legs pulse with desire. His lovemaking was incomparable, it was an intimacy that was different from anything else she had experienced because he knew her. She did not hide anything from him, she was becoming a bit of Scheherazade with him. Telling him small bits of her life, so he could really know her.

“I want you to know me, really know me…” she had said clinging to Tyler in bed, the night before.

“Your body tells me everything I need to know…all of your secrets…”

He traced her body with his finger, all her hot spots that he knew and touched around them like tiny auras. Her body arched under him as if he touched them directly, it was a kind of sex magic she had never imagined…

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Masturbation Monday No. 110

Nichy looked out onto the street through the leaf-shaped holes, that decorated the small shopping bag where she got her macarons from. She saw Tyler’s thigh through them, and then looked up over the bag at him. He stared at everything with the wonder that she did, when she was first in Paris and she squeezed his hand.“This is my favorite cafe here,” she smiled.

Tyler turned, and studied her with the same wonder she thought was reserved for Paris.

“You have been here before a lot of times. Because of Sonia?” Nichy tensed, she had never told Tyler a lot about her prior life. And at this moment, caressing a chocolate on the corner of the dish her coffee was on, and remembering making love with him in front of Sonia…she felt like telling him things she never told him before.

“I was with my boyfriend at the time too.”

The serious one? The one you told me you did not want to talk about?”

Nichy nodded, as she opened the tiny chocolate.

“Yes, him,” she answered. She paused, knowing she did not want to tell him about what had recently been going on with Graham.

But the past was safe.

“I had a threesome in Paris with him, his name was Graham…” Nichy felt her clitoris twitch, just from mentioning his name. “…and Sonia.”

“You had sex with Sonia?”

Nichy nodded.

“It was something that Graham wanted, and at the time we were together? I wanted everything that he wanted. I did so many things with him I had never done before or since.”

“Was the relationship between you too so serious emotionally or just sexually?” Nichy looked at Tyler, and tilted her head to the side ironically.

“I never thought about it that way, you know? I just knew that sexually it was very intense, and he was someone that I really wanted to please.”

“I feel like that with you, I always want to please you. Even when I saw you were with Renee. I was actually a little jealous because I always really liked you, and I always wanted to be with you. That was why I really pushed for the threesome…”

“I never sensed that with you!”

Tyler looked away from her, and picked up his cup of coffee.

“I think that you thought I was a clown, and I cannot really blame you. I was a clown around you, but it was because I liked you so much and I did not know how else to act.”

“And now, I want to please you. I want you to be happy because I care about you…”

They kissed at the table to please each other, Nichy did not care about the clatter of coffee cups and water glasses, or the melted chocolate on her hand as she pressed it on Tyler’s thigh. She spread her fingers over the hardness of his thigh, and pressed her own to his without abandon.

She once watched a couple make love in an apartment building lobby nearby. They were so eager they could not wait, and left the door jarred…
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