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Cara woke up the following morning in the hotel, and felt like she had emerged from the sea. Wild dreams even after a lovely night with Damaris, Damaris who was sweet like a seashell out of a Botticelli painting, when she licked her on the sumptuous sheets.

But now walking down the streets of New York City leisurely–later she would see one of the clients that she promised Damaris that she would see in her place. Her phone buzzed as she looked at her lipstick in a Fifth Avenue store window, she saw the name on her watch–immeadiately she clicked decline.

Ted.

Aptly named after Ted Hughes the poet—Ted was the epic type of ache that would have been a book of poems if she was Sylvia Plath. He was what made her feel like she was emerging from underwater…

Cara had loved him so much, that it felt like she could not breathe for her love. She could not do anything but love him, and he broke her heart time and time again.

He was so damned beautiful, and when he made love to her it was so otherworldly that she felt like she was floating the entire time. She was with him until he dropped her…

Last night with Damaris had been a sweet distraction. Neither one of them had wanted to be alone. Damaris tasted like a sweet seashell, and when Damaris tasted her she felt like melted ice cream licked as it dripped so not a bit of its sticky sweetness would be lost. Their loneliness sharpened their desire for each other.

Ted had been everything to Cara, the first man she had loved so completely and having to let him go was hard–made her nights even harder.

She had not slept with anyone since she left him, until last night with Damaris. He kept showing up on her phone, and she kept declining.

Then she bumped into someone as she was declining another call.

Ted.

“Are you following me?!” she screamed, even though seeing him made her warm all over and she knew he could tell.

Ted held her face in his hands, and kissed her right in the middle of the street. She heard her phone drop—and crack—and she did not care. His lips on hers were so soft and fierce at once. Cara pressed her body to his to feel him full-length as she had not for weeks. Her body needed to memorize his again.

As if she had forgotten.

He was hard everywhere, including his face. He wrapped his hands about her neck, and kissed her lips again.

Kissed her goodbye.

She looked around and saw him go back into the car he drove for a very wealthy man, who she had once been picked up by. But she locked eyes with Ted, and that was it.

Stepping to crack her phone even more with her heel, Cara’s cheeks and between her legs were wet and she felt like she was back underwater.

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Charlotte wore stiletto heels—that was all the memo from Harry said. To wear a pair of her stilettos, and come to his office after hours. Between her legs was quivered. They still had sex during office hours, but the stuff that they were currently exploring was stuff that they needed to do after business hours.

The echo of her heels on the floor turned her on, and the clenching and quivering between her legs made it hard for her to walk. She was still sore from their last episode…

When she got to his office, he was sitting slouched in his seat staring at the door.

Waiting for her.

Charlotte paused, waiting for him to say something. Usually he wanted her just in the heels, and then they would explore from there.

“You know what to do,” he stated plainly.

Charlotte undressed slowly, as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She paused a bit because she loved to look at him. Especially when he was hard, knowing it was her that made him so. He was stiff, and she licked her lips. The crotch of her thong was damp, and she got her secretions all over her fingers. As soon as she pulled the thong off, Harry crooked his finger at her.

“Lift up your foot,” he said. Charlotte did of course, and he played with her. Her body tensed and shook as he urged her leg higher up.

She did, her heel piercing the keyboard of his laptop, as she knocked it down by accident. He smacked her bottom when she shifted nervously. When she looked down at him, he pulled her closer and licked her harder. Charlotte could barely stand, and as she struggled to keep her balance he slipped one then two fingers inside her.

Then a third.

Charlotte felt her fingernails dig into his shoulder, the puncture of flesh as she lost balance and stepped again on his laptop on the floor when she came. A blended sensation that came with a swiftness, and at the same time with a tiny delay that made her gasp and everything when black.

She resurrected when she felt his hands on her hips, and he kissed her where she pulsed. Running her hands through his hair, she mused on this new twist.

That was maybe why she wanted him so much because she had no handle on him. He scared her as much as he thrilled her.

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Jared held her hand as they left the apartment. He insisted that she should have a proper meal and dessert.

“Beautiful, you deserve it,” he breathed, chewing delicately on her earlobe.

Hearing him say that drove her mad. She wanted to hear and feel his voice all night, he drove her crazy and made her feel so wanted today—more than ever.

As they got into his car, Damaris saw a bus go by with a Mac ad that said, Love Me. She remembered Nars campaign for orgasm blushes, and liked the trend makeup was taking.

At the dinner table, he looked at her like he wanted her more than anything on the menu. Damaris knew she wanted him more than anything on the menu. She was so fixated on him, she wanted to be with him and keep being with him—she did not give a fuck about food. But she ate because she wanted to please him.

Pleasing him in all things was at the forefront of her desires—that was why he kept coming back.

“I know I am redundant but you are so beautiful I cannot keep my eyes off of you—I cannot even look at the menu because I cannot stop looking at you.” Damaris smiled as he talked, and he licked his lips like he wanted to devour her.

Would he please devour her?!

She played with her food, pushing each item from side to side. As if she was afraid to eat in front of him, but she did not she was so full with desire even after she had climbed peak after peak with Jared.

“So I talked to Nyla,” Jared started, and Damaris looked up. Her appetite was completely gone now. What had he and Nyla talked about? “I am going away for a month—for business. In Paris, and I want to take you…”

Damaris barely heard the details of the business part—even the money part which was stupid because it was an amount that she did not even imagine possible. It was enough that she would not have to work after for awhile. Nyla was astute. There were extras she had considered that Damaris would not even have dreamed of.

“Nyla said that from her end, everything is fine but I need to ask you. Are you free, can you go to Paris with me? I understand that I have to pay compensation for any clients you might have already…”

“I can go, I can go. I used to live in Paris.”

Jared raised his eyes at her with a silent ooh la la.

Damaris thought about when she lived in Paris and her supposed her perfect life there. Why did it feel now like this was her perfect life?

Going back to her apartment, she saw the same Mac ad while they were in the car. Jared’s hand between her legs, his mouth on her neck the soft, delicate part that made his touch between her legs feel like electricity. She gasped for breath so hard when she came that she thought she was going to pass out, her own red lips pressing against the window of the car as he loved her.

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Should she have felt different? Nyla stood in the sand-covered part of the estate, her legs close together and her toes crossed. The sun draped her bare skin, and she wrapped her arms about her body. She did feel different, because she could still feel Andres inside of her.

They had waited so long for this, and now she wanted to savor her memory of it. Her memories were strong, but the feeling of Andres finding her now and pressing himself behind her was stronger. He wrapped his arms about her, his hand covered her breast as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. Nyla pressed her head to his chest, her lips parted and she was not sure what was hotter–her nipple in between his fingers or the sun burning on her body. Andres placed his fingers in between her parted lips and she sucked them fiercely so hungry for the taste of his skin which made him squeeze her nipple harder until she cried out.

She needed him again, and turned to face him already hard against her. With her lidded eyes she stared at him so they could lie down even in the sand to make love again, not caring where she might get sand on or in her.

She would never wait for him again…

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Damaris has been the star for the last few weeks, but don’t forget Nyla!!! Here is a flashback … for next week!

Nyla was exhausted—what else could she be? Her body was heavy with lust, but she knew that Andres was right. If they were together she would be his, and she was terrified of that. Not of him, but of getting close to someone and not knowing where it was going to go again…if they would die.

She looked into his eyes when he told her she would be his, and felt the heat in her eyes match his. It was so easy to swoon, and touch herself at that moment. Her fingers between her legs, and then up toward her breasts. Nyla could barely stand, she was so heavy with lust and she wanted Andres to touch her. Anywhere.

He let his finger dawdle between her breasts, but as much as Nyla leaned into his touch, she knew he was not going to give into her.

“I want you, but not like this,” he sighed. She looked down, as he pulled her to him. “When we are together, there should not be sadness or any other conflicting emotions. It should just be.”

Nyla pulled away from him, and looked up into his eyes. She knew he wanted her, but she would not push him.

Then.

As heavy with lust as her body was, she moved like syrup to his quarters. Nyla was not sure what she was going to do, but she was there. Through his outside window, she saw him. Large, naked and with his hands on himself, the way she wanted to be-hand, mouth, something! Watching him manipulate himself the way he was, with his eyes were focused on his thick shaft made her swallow hard. That was exactly what she wanted, as he wrung his shaft itself with one hand and caressed his head more softly with the other. The room vibrated with his intermittent moans. Nyla slipped her hand between her legs because she could not help it! What was she supposed to do when he was fucking himself and she could only look?

But when her moans got louder than his—Nyla opened her eyes to Andres walking toward her. His stride was as purposeful and intimidating as it was when he was fully dressed guarding her.

“I told you Nyla…” he started.

“I just want to watch, I promise. I could not stay away from you so I wandered over here. I have no agenda, I would have just as happily have watched you sleep.” Andres smiled, and took her hand. Nyla looked at him, as she gripped him the way he had gripped himself. He helped her move her hand the same way he had, which he had not needed to do. Touching him was instinctual, and she had memorized his movement in that short period of time. “You finish yourself off–go back and finish yourself off. I was not supposed to be here.”

“And what,” he smiled crookedly. “now I am only going to think about you.”

Nyla let her fingers linger between his breasts teasingly like he had done to her moments earlier.

“What were you thinking about before?”

Andres full out grinned, as he walked back to his bed, Nyla grinned at the view of him from the back, before he sprawled onto the bed like he was before. There was something a bit more lascivious about that sprawl though, as he looked at her and grabbed himself again. Hot and wet, Nyla did not dare touch herself.

This was his show.

He watched her as he started, and Nyla held his gaze even though it felt like she was taking away from his performance. But when he got into it, he was in his own world. He used the same movement masterfully with intermittent variation and mlike any great concerto he knew his winning notes. At his grand climax, Nyla watched him erupt and felt he deserved a thunderous applause.

But they were both silent, the only sound was their audible breathing and silent desire unfilled…

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Damaris walked into the restaurant–which was a change for her and Jared. He usually came to her place called her beautiful, and walked out without saying much more to her.

But in the restaurant, he would have to say more to her? She was not sure…

When she walked over to his table, Jared looked up at her, wrapped his arm about her hips and squeezed her ass. She closed her eyes because she was wet as soon as she walked close to the table.

After she sat beside him, he kissed her neck and placed his hand right between her legs without haste. She could tell he was looking to see if she was wet.

She was wet, and parted her legs so that he could do whatever he wanted between her legs –which included him giving her a hand job that made her squirm and stare at the pretty painted lady on the wall holding a cocktail. Damaris closed her eyes when she came, and Jared tapped her leg to let her know she should place them closer together.

“You’re beautiful…” he said, and she clenched her teeth.

With his hand on her back, he ordered for both of them when the waiter came over.

Everything was amazing, every bite was amazing. They both ate with one hand because Jared held her thigh with his hand, and she held her hand over his.

“No dessert,” Jared said to the waiter, as he squeezed her thigh under the table.

Damaris knew she was it.

He led her from the table after he paid the bill. They walked to the elevator bank that led to the rooms that you needed a special key for. Damaris was startled when he cornered her in the elevator.

“Touch me,” he said.

She did, he was hot and hard and she got on her knees immediately to worship him.

He tugged her up by her hair. Damaris looked at him, as he unzipped his pants. She salivated looking at his thick shaft. Tasting it even before it was in her mouth, because she knew how good he tasted.

When the elevator door opened, Jared placed his hand on her back to lead her to his hotel room. Where she would be whipped cream, chocolate syrup and his cherry on top…

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