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Masturbation Monday No. 135

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 No. 134

Nichy was still lost in her thoughts, as she stared absently outside of the airplane. Carole returned to her seat beside Nichy on the aisle.”Nichy,” Carole whispered loudly. “I changed in the bathroom, I put on the new bra I got in Paris.”

Nichy was quiet, she had not gone to Paris with Carole. She had been with Drew, but it was nice now to be with her friend, who after she had met Drew…she had barely had enough time with…

“Instant gratification.” Nichy quipped.

“Come, you have to just touch the strap…”

“Carole!” Nichy exclaimed, in a loud whisper.

“Come on! You have to touch it, I almost got one for you in Paris but was not sure…touch me!”

Carole swayed in her seat, and hummed the melody to “Touch Me” by the Doors.

Lulled by Carole’s singing, Nichy did touch her bra. It was the softest lace, and felt like butter. 

Carole moaned softly. 

“Feels nice, right?” she asked her.

Nichy nodded even though Carole could not see her because her eyes were closed.

Carole kept swaying in her seat, and Nichy clutched the strap of her bra like a rein.

Was it an accident, or did she touch Carole’s breast of her own volition? Or was it with Carole’s help, since Carole’s hand was on top of hers?

Drew had said that he wanted to see the two of them get it on, and they had not. 

But now, Nichy caressed Carole’s friend absently, loving the sweetness of Carole’s soft breast.

She had left New York, but she had not left the entanglements of desire that always seemed to web around her.

“Do you want to touch my pussy like that?” Carole moaned into her ear.

Nichy continued to caress her friend’s breast, as her whisper scalded her cheek.
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Masturbation Monday No. 132

Nichy looked out of the window of the train, her heart raced as fast as the train did. Andrew’s hand was on her thigh, and that soothed her. Since they had been together, they touched each other constantly. It was more a thing of survival than anything else. They needed each other right now–if never again.


They were headed to Paris, and Nichy clutched Andrew’s thigh. His surrogate thigh, because she remembered being in Paris with Tyler. Another friend, another time, but still Paris.

Andrew’s hotel room looked out onto every crevice of Paris, and Nichy pressed her face to the window because she could not see the Eiffel Tower.

And then she could.

And then she felt Andrew behind her, the press of his erection behind her parallel to the Eiffel Tower. He pulled her close to him, his hands squeezed her breasts as he clutched her to him and kissed her neck.

She heard the song, “Paris” by the Chainsmokers in her head dully. Her body was on fire from his kisses and the press of his shaft against her. Both scalded her, and he had not even gotten her to the bed yet.

Nichy did not want to go to the bed, she wanted him to take her right there…

…as Paris took her in.

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Masturbation Monday No. 131 — Camden

Nichy turned on her side. Her thighs felt like sticky silk, and between her legs throbbed with a delicious soreness. When she rolled on her back, she discovered her backside was bruised.And he was there, his arm across her body possessively. She was his, in this moment, if never again.

The business trip had been unexpected. That morning, an unexpected sick colleague, and she had to go to London in their place. Tyler helped her to get packed–throwing everything into her suitcase that she might need, and compensating for what was not there in London.

London reminded her so much of New York.

She wandered around Camden Lock where one of her former colleagues she used to work with lived…at a job way before this one. Carole looked bohemian and lovely as usual, in a dress that barely covered anything. When they went to a bar near Camden Lock, Nichy saw him–the man whose arm was now across her sprawled out body–and was sure he was looking at Carole.

But he was looking at her.

He had no reserve in ordering another round for them, before their drinks were finished.

When she spoke to him, as he walked over, she saw the timbre of her American accent caress his cheekbones.

“Where in the States are you from?” he smiled.

He might as well have said would you like to take off your panties? with the thick, delicious accent that he had.

When her panties did come off, he did not ask her. He pulled them off roughly, slapped her bottom and clutched her hips as if for dear life. They fucked like it was life and death, Nichy wanted something that mirrored what she had at home. They barely spoke in the bar. Their lust was so thick, words were liquified and useless between them.

She did not know what he was running from as he buried himself in her, but he fucked with an intensity that scared and captivated her.

Her body ruminated now with what had taken place between them, and she was not sure how she wanted to address it when he woke up.

But a big smile masked her anxiety, because he had made her feel so good…
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Masturbation Monday No. 130

Nichy stirred her drink in the shadows of the bar.

She had agreed to have drinks with Renee and Michelle, to be a sport. She had not anticipated that she would be sitting in the corner, watching them make out.

Nichy had no idea that Renee was so attached to Michelle, until she saw them together. Saw the way that Renee looked at Michelle, and the way that Michelle clutched Renee’s arm pulling her closer to her.

They walked into the bar, and without imbibing at all, they started making out. Renee had both of her hands on Michelle’s thighs, and Michelle kissed her deeply.

Occasionally, they would graze her in their enthusiasm. With a hand, or a thigh.

Nichy continued to stir her drink. her body responded to watching them, and she let her hand rest between her thighs…but she was not sure she wanted to join them…

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Masturbation Monday No. 129

Nichy liked being fisted, she liked the feeling of fullness and she liked the after inside of her. She and Tyler did not have time to do what she would have wanted in the bathroom, but he got three fingers inside of her and she could still feel him there. At her desk, she closed her eyes with the memory, and when she opened them Renee was in front of her.

“Nichy, can I talk to you for a moment?”

Nichy got up and followed her friend. Renee turned and looked at her, before turning around and letting Nichy look at her from behind again.

Everyone watched Renee from behind when she walked.

They walked past the library, and Nichy’s heart stopped for a moment, because she was afraid that Michelle was going to be there.

“I do not even have to ask you,” Renee said, looking at her with wide eyes. “You slept with Michelle, didn’t you?”

Nichy gasped.

“Did she tell you?”

Renee crossed her arms across her chest, and licked her lips. Nichy could not completely register the expression on her face, so she studied Renee unable to speak.

“No,” Renee said. “I just guessed.”

“Are you mad?”

Nichy stared at Renee, widening her own eyes.

“I am not mad about anything Nichy, I just wanted to know because you snuck off…”

“I did not sneak.”

Renee started to walk, and Nichy followed her. Renee turned suddenly, and Nichy bumped into her. Their bodies so close, that Nichy remembered instantly what it was like to be with Renee.

“I slept with her too,” Renee confessed in a rush.


“Before. I stayed late with her one night, showing her the ropes of the library and she was hardcore hitting on me. I mean she is gorgeous, and her perfume was all around me and she started playing with the top of my thighs. We left the library door open, but when back into the stacks and had sex,” Renee looked at Nichy with wider eyes than before. “I like sex where you can get caught, but I never had full-out sex like that where I could. We went to her place after, and did it again. I thought she was going home with me that night we were at the bar. But then she went with you.”


Renee shook her head.

“I am not jealous, I just wanted to know what happened and how I should proceed from here. It wasn’t anything, but now I know it wasn’t anything.”
Michelle walked toward them, a smile on her face.

“Do you girls want to go out for drinks tonight? I think it could be a lot of fun ladies…”
Both Nichy and Renee watched her walk into the library, and then looked at each other…

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Masturbation Monday No. 128

Nichy and Tyler looked anxiously about the bathroom, him wanting to touch her as badly as she wanted to be touched. A quick glance to the door, before she followed him into the stall he had just left.The porcelain urinal reminded her of the Marcel Duchamps one, and she closed her eyes as he did indeed touch her. One finger, two, three. Nichy loved when he fucked her like that, and she thought about the time Graham fisted her. She trusted Tyler enough to explore that with him, but she did not want to tell him a lot more about Graham. Her relationship with Graham had detailed things that still aroused her deeply, but that she would not want to do again with anyone but him.

“You are always so greedy for my fingers,” Tyler whispered in her ear, and licked the soft part of her lobe. “I feel like I could maybe put my whole fist in you.”

Nichy came–between his finger on her slit and the idea of him fisting her, she came hard and without any predictable pattern. Her spasms spread at their own will, below her belly and she cried out even more with the erratic pleasure.

And Tyler had not stopped.

Pressed to the wall of the stall, Nichy closed her eyes. Tyler kissed her eyelids, and she was quiet as he probed her layered flesh making waves all throughout her body. She wrapped one arm about him so she would not swoon.

Her breath was ragged as she placed her foot on the toilet seat, so he could get a better angle of her. She was shameless in her desire, and asked for more.

“More,” she purred and kissed his neck. “I can take more…”

And she did…
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Masturbation Monday No. 127

Nichy was at the bathroom sink, when she saw Michelle walk out of the stall. She could not resist the throbbing of desire that began between her legs when she did. Michelle wore an opaquely transparent blouse, with a pencil skirt that hugged her hips. She smiled at Nichy who stared at her lips. Michelle wore the same color she had the night before, and it had no less devastating affect on her today as it had when they had been together.

Before Michelle could say a word, Tyler walked into the new unisex bathroom. Nichy shot him a look right away. It made her happy that he was not able to hide his awkwardness, but that it was with her intimate knowledge of him that she could tell that.

Michelle looked between them, smiled softly and washed her hands. As she placed her manicured hands under the hand dryer, the bathroom mirror captured the tension between them all.

Tyler looked at Nichy in the mirror, smiled and walked into the stall.

Michelle looked at Nichy in the mirror after she finished drying her hands. She ran her hands over her hips, and Nichy could not help but be riveted to her body that she had enjoyed herself wondering what Tyler had had. Michelle’s eyes were slit and smoky as she looked at Nichy.

Nichy looked at the stall, and then back at Michelle.

But Michelle was gone.

When Nichy looked back at the stall, Tyler walked out and looked at her. Nichy looked up at him, he watched her intently.

Would he ever tell her about Michelle? Would she tell him about her time with Michelle?

“I want to touch you,” Tyler mouthed.

She was swept away with the tenderness of his words, the warmth of his breath and the softness of his mouth. She wanted him to touch her where she still throbbed.

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Masturbation Monday No. 126–The Story of the Eye

Nichy woke up tangled with Tyler, so she kissed his chest and closed her eyes.

She remembered being in Paris with him, and the way she loved him like she had never loved before. Making love with him right in front of Sonia was like birds building nests, it felt natural and was what she needed to do to survive.

When he opened his eyes and looked at her, she returned his gaze for a long time. She wanted to kiss the depth of his eyes looking at her. She wanted to lick his eyeballs in a tender way, and nothing like what happened in The Story of the Eye by Georges Bataille.

Instead she leaned in and kissed him as tenderly as she had desired to lick his eyeballs. From considering the roundness of his eyeballs, Nichy craved the roundness of his balls. With ease, she crouched between his legs and took in the heat of him which she loved. With the tip of her tongue, she licked his balls like a kitten licking milk. Softly and considerately, she flicked her tongue over him and teased his shaft in intermittent flicks. He ran his hands through her hair and caressed her face, tilting her face to look up at him. He looked at her the same way he had looked at her before they started, which warmed her through and through. When she looked back down at him, she was humbled by his desire on display. She loved that she could get him hard. She loved that when she really began in earnest to pleasure him, he pulled her up to straddle his thighs. With complete ease they became one, Nichy moved up and down on him loving the feeling of fullness. The feeling when he was out of her and she had come all around him, that she had memorized where he had been. She knew every nook he had touched inside her.

She would be aflame with the memory of him, when they were not together in bed like this.

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Masturbation Monday No. 124 — Pearls of Wisdom

Nichy’s lips were swollen, and not from having been with Michelle just moments before. Her lips were swollen, and her cheeks raw from having kissed Graham. Inside she was raw from what he said to her.

He had never been so vulnerable with her before. Since he had found her again, first he was intimidating. He slowly re-introduced her to the sensual passion that she had never been able to forget that they shared. But it had never felt like he loved her, it had never felt like he wanted to be with her.

She lie on her side in the back of the car that she had taken, as he had whispered in her ear before she left that he did not want a real stalker to grab her. Her hand was between her thighs. She had not let him this time, even though she knew that he would have fucked her in the alley, and she would have loved it. Just where he had pressed himself against her was burning between her legs, and made her sigh, wondering if she should have let him.

With the driver’s eyes on the road, she placed her hand on the triangle just below her belly. Just the tip of her belly was charged with arousal. Nichy let her hand rest there, when she pressed softly she felt vulnerable and really wished she had let Graham… If at any time she should have had sex with him, this should have been the time when he was being open with her. When he was being emotional which he rarely was. He held her close, after they kissed, and he understood that she was not going to let him. He placed his hand on the small of her back, and kissed her temple as they waited for her car to come.

“I will always find you…” he said.

Nichy closed her eyes, and let her fingers caress the very tip of her lips through her dress. She could feel her hair there, and closed her eyes as her fingers grazed the edge of her clit.

She ached for Graham, and she was overwhelmed that he made her feel like this every time. But she knew that she had made the right decision not letting him in the alley.

Michelle was such a distant thought now, and when Nichy opened her eyes she saw her apartment building. She knew Tyler was there. Knew she wanted to lie beside him, and knew that he made her happier than anyone ever had because he had never withheld his feelings about anything.

But she could not say that even still, and probably forever, Graham would have that pull. She gasped when she realized she could feel the dampness between her legs where it had not been damp before.

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