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When Harry Met Sabrina… (Flashback)

This is a flashback to when Harry met Sabrina, and a prelude for next week’s post!

Sabrina was restless in the middle of the night. Alone, she was confronted with all of her life choices–and changes. Her body of course ached for something more, it was the middle of the night when she was alone in bed.

That was when she was the neediest.

But then she realized she was not alone. Fully awake, she realized Ben was with her, curled onto his side and not holding her anymore as he had when they had fallen asleep.

She got up from her bed, and moved into the kitchen where she saw the reflection of her naked body superimposed onto her neighbor.

That neighbor.

She was going to look away at first, but he looked at her, and let his hand slide right into his pants. It was fair after all, since she and Ben had practiced no inhibition with him earlier. The look in his eyes was something between desperation and helplessness. Sabrina watched him, with a twisted smile. She did not budge, but stood there letting her body be fully seen, letting her breasts bob like apples and looking straight at him. That was all she had to do.

Be an object.

He looked at her for awhile, his face contorted with his emotions. She knew if she touched any part of her body, it would be like igniting a flame.

She touched her lips, and watched him explode. Come spurted onto the window, and he banged it as he came. Sabrina continued to smile, and watched him with lowered shoulders as he grabbed paper towel to wipe the window.

She turned then, turned off the light, forgetting about the snack she had wanted for herself. Everyone had deep desires in the middle of the night, and they had just eased those for each other.

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when harry met sally via wikipedia

Hands Up

Harry needed to take the edge off.
He watched Charlotte apply her makeup, applying her blush with the delicacy of a feather. She blew a kiss at him.
“I was wondering what had happened to you? You have not called me in a long time!” she said.
Harry did not feel like engaging in conversation—that was why he called her. The only person he had wanted to talk to was Sabrina, and she has not called him back. He had no idea where she was, and he was feeling anxious.
Without any preamble, he stood behind Charlotte and placed his hands around her neck. She leaned into his touch.
“Tighter,” she said, reaching up and putting her hands over his.
He loved the feeling of her hands—her small, soft hands like she was a lady of leisure.
“No hands,” he said. “not your hands.”
Charlotte put her hands down, and his hands tightened around her throat. Her neck was small and soft like her hands. He could break her or kill her. Her life was in his hands, and he got a boner from it.
Just when he was afraid he would go too far, he let go of her neck and she rolled her head toward him. He raised her hands over her head.
“Keep them up, no matter what I do…” he said before he kissed her neck.
Charlotte was always obedient. He knew she would listen, but it did not stop him from raising her up by her hands. He made her face the wall, so she could not see anything he was going to do to her in advance. Her gasps turned him on, like when he slipped his fingers into her damp entrance. He was rough and she kept gasping, as she clawed the wall like she was climbing it.
She did not put her hands down, because he has told her not to.
He shoved his finger in and out of her until that was not enough and he put his dick in. Still mock climbing the wall, Charlotte lifted her leg like an animal in heat, and he pounded into her.
“Harder, fuck me harder,” she commanded, as she pounded the wall.
He did, he was going to whether she wanted it or not because he needed to fuck her hard. That was why he called her because he knew that she would want it as hard and rough as he needed it.
Harry liked seeing her faint nail polish on the wall from where she had been scratching the wall after. She was lying down on her bed in a puddle of her blanket. Her nakedness was enticing, but he wanted to go.
He had done what he needed.

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makeup via Molly

Everything Roses

Sabrina walked around Graham’s estate with familiarity. She knew it like an animal that had marked its territory, this had been their house. Not everything associated with the house or Graham had been bad. When she wandered aimlessly down the stairs to the kitchen, Hyacinth had a big smile for her. She was hoping Hyacinth would be there already. The older woman was Graham’s housekeeper, and had been like an older sister to her. She confided everything to her, and Hyacinth told her everything that she knew in turn and promised her that Graham loved her more than anything in the world.

Sabrina knew that, when they fell for each other, it was like the world tumbled all about them. She did not want anything but to be with him and vice versa. When she moved into the house, she was its mistress and his muse. He wanted her dressed beautifully all of the time, and wanted her to only do things she loved to do.

“I will take care of you,” he had promised, and he had the only way he knew how to. She did not judge him for his criminality, but it was when she as scared to stay in their home that she had to leave.

Now she was back, she was the mistress again. Hyacinth spoiled her with fresh fruit–fresh everything. She drew a bath got her because Graham said that his Nusch was supposed to be pampered and taken care of. That she had been through a lot, and that was what was he expected of her.

Hyacinth bathed her in roses, and scrubbed her skin smooth. Sabrina could not deny this was what she wanted. She smelled of roses and sweet musk.

“Graham said that I am not to dress you, he just wants you to smell of and lie in a bed of roses until he comes home.”

Sabrina was sure she was rose-colored, but Hyacinth smiled a knowing smile. She knew that she loved and hated Graham’s attention.

So Sabrina indeed did lie on the bed naked, and Hyacinth and another woman artfully surrounded her in roses. The smell was so sweet, Sabrina was lulled to sleep by roses, dreamt of roses. A rose petal was just within reach of her tongue and when she frivolously reached for it, Graham appeared. His own tip slipped out of his trousers, Sabrina let her tongue suspend indecisively—the tip of the rose or the tip of Graham?

Being naked for such a long time, and residual pleasure from their lovemaking the night before made her decision hasty and swift. Gracefully, she shifted all of the artfully placed roses and placed his tip in her mouth.

Graham held her head, and moaned. A deep moan that let her know that he had missed her. He picked up a rose, and rubbed it against her nipples and between her legs. She could see it all when she looked up at him—his dick filling her mouth in the mirror overhead.

She was home for now…

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roses via wikipedia

Incognito

Harry was glad that there was not a police officer guarding Damaris’ hospital room. Incognito, he slipped in, and her eyes widened when she saw him.

Even bruised and battered, he remembered how gorgeous she was when she had been underneath him. She was a beautiful woman. Honestly, he kind of liked the terror on her face when she looked at him too. Harry was not even sure he needed to say anything to her, but the promise of being menacing was too sweet to refuse.

“You keep your mouth shut, beautiful girl…” He said to her as if he were musing aloud. “You keep your beautiful mouth shut because you have London behind you and it will be your word against mine and with your background and my background it will look very different because you are a proven liar. No one will believe you, my lawyers have presented a strong case, so don’t you open your beautiful mouth…”

He stroked her lips, before he covered her mouth. He loved the feeling when the air stopped. Damaris started to hyperventilate, and he smirked at her.

“You are a beautiful girl Damaris…I hope you never change…”

Even in a hospital gown, Damaris was so lush and ripe, Harry could not help but think she had been beautiful to be with. She had been serpentine in bed, and he had responded to her accordingly. Sleepily, he had slipped inside of her—no condom. It felt better that way to be naked inside of a woman, and to come inside of her warm body. She was a lot like her sister…

Harry did not have time to think about Carole now, that could not have been helped. But Damaris was not as strong as Carole, she would come apart on her own.

Damaris’ eyes were wide and filled with tears as she looked up at him.

She looked so much like her sister even when she was afraid.

Harry smiled, as he let go of her mouth, which remained open in a wide O like it would be in a dream where you screamed and nothing came out. She started to cry, and he kissed her damp cheeks. Still thinking about her sweet body, and wishing he could have time for one more.

But there was no more time…

He looked at his smart watch, checked it for messages. Still nothing from Sabrina who he had been calling nonstop. He knew that it was fair for her to want to be away with all of the allegations against him, but he needed to know she had faith in him.

He needed her faith…

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jack the ripper via wikipedia

The Archer

Sabrina picked up her phone and saw that she had a bazillion messages from Harry—but she was not ready. She turned to the side, Graham pulled her close even with his eyes closed.

He was that possessive.

She had liked that for a long time. The feeling of being wanted. Graham always held her hand firmly when he did, held her body firmly and made love like he was trying to go through her. Sabrina had felt like the resurrected ghost of who she had been with him the night before.

He always went through her.

His naked body was warm and irresistible. He always came for her, it was not always good when he did but he would never let her go—she knew that.

Graham was a Sagittarius—the Archer—her sign was irresistibly drawn to his sexually. Their sexual attraction had never been in question. The beginning of their relationship was the most intense sexually that she had ever experienced.

But she had fallen in love with Harry, and her relationship with him was the most emotionally intense she had ever had. Yet there was no doubting that there was always something of Harry that she could never get to. Something of him that she could not access, and she wondered if that was the part of him that maybe had the potential to murder a woman?

Graham did not open his eyes as she faced him, as his hand caressed her body and her thoughts stilled like statues at a fountain. Her thoughts stopped flowing except to one place…She felt the pressure there that only one thing could alleviate. Graham’s fingers slipped between her legs, she heard his intake as if he was surprised she was wet. Of course she was wet what else would she be with him touching her? He was only touching her, and she was about to come from the residual pleasure of their night before, and the impending pleasure to come.

Her phone buzzed and she acknowledged it in her head, but Graham’s course fingers moving in and out of her occupied much more space. He fucked her with his fingers like he would fuck her with his dick, and she was about to come. His eyes were still closed like he did not even need to know what he did to her. But she supposed he could hear her, and feel her and smell her to know she was about to come…

…and when she did.

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Masturbation Monday No. 229 via @fireandhoney

Sabrina had never been to Graham’s New York apartment before, the entire time that he managed to always know where she was and she just accepted him as a permanent presence in her life. The apartment was in a less savory area of the city than she would have expected him to be in, but she felt safe with him as holding her hand as he took her up the stairs of his steep walk up. His apartment was modest, but belied his typical style and flair throughout.

“Are you okay here?”

She nodded.

“What do you know?”

Sabrina knew that Graham had some policemen in his pocket because he would not have been able to get by in his line of work if he did not.

“The case is not look clear cut, but Harry was the last person to see her and it does not look good with the unhinged texts. It looks really bad.”

Sabrina sighed, she was not sure what to feel as she wrapped her arms about herself.

Graham wrapped his arms about her as well, his body made her feel good. It should be hard for her to feel so comfortable with him after everything, but she did as she kissed him.

He pushed her lips away.

“This is not why I brought you here…”

“This is what I want now, give me what I want.” She took off her dress in one gesture, and pressed her body to his. “I need the distraction.”

Graham pushed her away again, his rebuff still making her skin sizzle with arousal.

“I know you do, and I brought you here for that purpose. But I don’t want to just be a distraction this time…”

“I want you.”

“I always want you, but this does not feel right. What are you pretending you are fucking Harry, and everything is okay?”

“I never pretend with you,” Sabrina looked down, and her eyes got wet. “You know I have never pretended with you.”

He lifted her face up to his.

“Why is it never me? Why have you never come back to me? How long do I have to chase you? You love a practical murderer more than me? Anything illegal I have ever done has been for business. I never just hurt a woman to hurt her.”

Sabrina looked up at him. It had been hard to leave him because she had loved him and his style of love that was not for the faint of heart. She had needed it, she still needed it from him.

“I want you,” she whimpered helplessly, her lip quivering and he kissed her. She had been about to use her power, her manipulation on him but she would not have to after all as he swept her up into his arms. Her neck felt bruised from his earlier bite, and she wanted him to bruise her everywhere. What did she care what Harry would say when she got back?

This was what she needed, and she was still not sure she was going back.

Graham inside of her filled her more than anything filled her. He knew her too well and she felt ultra vulnerable with him, but she needed him now more than she wanted him. It scared and exhilarated her.

He spread her so wide, she was sure he could see into her and knew everything of her dark heart…

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Masturbation Monday No. 228 — Flight via @_LittleSBitch

The four of them got into the car, Sabrina sat next to Harry.

Silent.

They had driven from JFK to the police station. Sabrina had pressed her head to the bars of the cell and looked at Harry there. She wanted to believe he was innocent, she knew what Damaris was like. Damaris had set up Gui, she knew who Damaris was but now that it was Harry she was filled with doubt about him.

He had spent the night with Damaris, which bothered her more than anything else. Another woman was one thing…

And now Damaris was in a hospital bed clinging to life, and Harry was the main suspect. He was the last person to see her vital, and the angry texts on her phone showed he had motive to cause her harm.

“I did not do it,” Harry had said behind the bars.

Eliza had paid his bail after she asked her husband. A minor amount for them, a fortune for Sabrina. Jeanne sat next to her sister in the car across from them, and Sabrina and Harry got out at their apartment.

Harry was even more silent than usual.

I did not do it, was his mantra when he did speak.

Sabrina nodded, and walked outside after a while.

She needed a moment.

She went to their neighborhood bar, and she wondered what people, regulars thought seeing her there alone without him? She felt vulnerable and as if she had conjured him up, Graham walked in and sat beside her.

There was nothing for him to say—he always knew everything. He wiped unexpected tears from her cheek, and pulled her close to him. She trembled into his arms, and he walked her heaving body to the bathroom.

Heaving and lachrymose, she got into a stall where Graham pulled her close and kissed her so hard but she could not feel it.

She was numb.

He lifted her chin up, and kissed her again.

“Keep your eyes open,” he murmured as he kissed her and without removing any of her clothing touched all of her hot spots. She burst like a supernova. “I can take you away from here if that is what you want.”

Sabrina stared at him, her eyes wide and ready to take flight. He bit her neck, and she took flight figuratively.

She wanted to go away.

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Quartet — Four Memes in One

Before

Damaris sleepily crawled on top of him, Harry was still mostly asleep–though he had been thinking about picking up Sabrina from the airport later. Bed with Damaris was different than with Sabrina. Damaris smelled alluring, she oozed sensuality and danger. She slithered on him like a snake, straddled his hips and pushed him into her. There was nothing for him to say. He was hard and she was doing all the things to rouse him. She rode him like a demon, at one point he looked up at her and she looked sad like a spectre. But when he touched her to see if his hand would go through her it did not. She was warm and soft to his touch. Her eyes however wandered, and then latched onto his like she had found something she had long been looking for.

After

Damaris stood on the rooftop an ornate glass with amber fluid in her hand. Harry had had to leave work early to find her. Damaris had gotten all of his information in the hotel room. He had ignored texts from her at work, thinking there was not going to be anything else between them. She had just been married and lost her husband–how could she have gotten attached to him so quickly? When he saw the video of her looking drugged on his phone, he had not been sure what to do. When he got to the hotel she was on the rooftop unresponsive. He called the front desk, and told them his friend was not responsive. At that point, he knew he was not going to be able to pick up Sabrina. He knew he was going to have to have some minor questioning at the police station.

Harry rested his head against the bars of the holding cell–he had not known just how long he was going to be detained…

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Vignette

Eliza drove with Jeanne to JFK to pick up her friend Sabrina, who was currently in a bar at the airport because her boyfriend was not able to pick her up. He was working late he told her, but he would see her in their apartment as soon as she got there.
Sabrina looked like a retro femme fatale. She wore a vintage dress, and her hair was done up in an old-fashioned style, but she looked terribly modern. With her drink in her hand, Sabrina stared at Eliza. Eliza wondered what she thought about her, before Sabrina looked at the bartender who she obviously had around her little finger and gestured to what she was drinking and the two women who approached her.
Jeanne hugged Sabrina immediately, Sabrina looked at Eliza and smiled.
“You must be Eliza,” Sabina said, and Eliza nodded as she extended her hand. Nice to meet you.”
Within moments, the three women were sitting at the bar with their Old Fashioneds
“Harry could not come pick me up because he was at work, and I understand that but I really wanted to see my man…” she said. “I was in London all of this time, comforting my friend Gui.”
“Comforting?” Jeanne said taking a sip of her Old Fashioned, and eyeing her friend closely.
Sabrina took a huge gulp of her Old Fashioned and used her form of sign language for the bartender to give her another. “Well yes, I slept with him but it was not a big deal. It was something that happened. We have an open relationship,” Sabrina said, eyeing Eliza.
Eliza nodded.
“I had an open relationship with my husband before we were married, but at the moment neither of us is seeing anyone else. I was the last women he saw in addition to a primary woman. But he and I ended up getting married.”
“Oh,” Sabrina said, cradling her just handed to her by the whipped bartender Old Fashioned.
“Yes, we were supposed to get married for years, and then we broke up. He got engaged to another woman, and then we got back together and we got married.” Eliza felt the warmth in her cheeks as she talked about her recent marriage. She was not sure that she and Rafe were not going to see anyone else ever again, but for now, they scorched their sheets only with each other.
The warmth came to her face, as she thought about how Rafe had made her almost late to the getting in the car with Jeanne. He had held her arms up over her head and tied her to the bedpost, while he kissed and licked her until she begged him to stop. He lapped her up like milk, and she cried out because it felt too good. When she begged him to stop, he pinched her nipples and she cried out.
“Stop please,” she purred, and he would not. She still throbbed between her legs and crossed and uncrossed them as the little vignette went through her mind…
“Well, I can tell you a story too…” Sabrina smiled, and her smile looked the cat that had lapped up all the milk…

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Masturbation Monday No. 255 — Floral

Harry backed up against the wall, his hands settled on Damaris’s hips. She looked in his eyes, and kissed his neck over and over, chewing on his skin which aroused him beyond arousal.
“You have always been so nice to me, no one else…would be like you are being to me. If they saw me,” she said nibbling on his neck.
“Everything I know about you is something that someone told me. That is why I asked you to tell me your story,” he replied, pulling her hips to him.
She unbuttoned his shirt, and licked his neck where she has nibbled. His hands moved from her hips and cradled her breasts. She felt warm and soft, like she was melting in his hands. The scent of sandalwood on her body and around her made him want more from her. His kisses all over her body turned to bites, and she asked him harder, harder.
“Draw blood, I need to feel it harder,” she whispered with her eyes closed.
Harry wanted to bite her, but he knew the primal way he felt he could lose his mind and he did not want to do that. He was so hard, he knew he had to be inside her quickly—there was no time to wait.
“Get on the bed. Do you have condoms?”
“Let me put it on you,” she said as she rolled on her side, and took condoms out of the drawer beside the bed. “I know how to do it without my hands.” “No, maybe you can show me that another time.” Damaris handed him the condom, and she touched herself. She was still wet and he could hear the clicking of her wetness as she played with herself. He heard the wetness of her break when he thrust into her. She looked into his eyes, and looked so vulnerable as she caressed his body, kissed his chest and moved under him like she was greedy for everything even though he was giving it to her.
“Harder,” she whispered hoarsely. “I need it harder to believe it.”
Harry stopped altogether, and looked at her. Her eyes were wet and vulnerable.
He kissed her.
“I can barely keep my hands off of you, I want to grind you through this bed, but I also want to savor you. Let me do this the way I want to, I know what I am doing—you have seen that.” Damaris nodded, and he entered her again. He grabbed her breasts, and she arched up but he smacked her hip so she would not move. “Spread your legs wider.” She looked at him and spread her legs wider, putting her hands between her legs and opened herself up to him. She looked like a flower, and he thrusted in and out of her until he felt her wrap her arms about him and she moved with him. He felt that she was having sex with him finally and not trying to manipulate him with her body.
Harry pulled her close to him. Her body melted against his, and he felt himself melt with her.

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