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Masturbation Monday No. 212 — Over the Atlantic Ocean

Sabrina was happy to be on a plane heading back to New York, it felt like deja vu sitting next to Damaris who reminded her so much of Carole. London had been so full of ghosts for her, especially Camden. It was nice to be going back home.
“You must be happy to be going back home,” Damaris said softly, reading her mind incidentally. Damaris hated flying, and she had taken pills for her nerves. “I just decided to go to New York because it was Carole’s second city, and…you know Sabrina…my sister and I were not terribly close, but she was still my sister and I am really sad to have lost her. I want to walk in her footsteps a little…”
Damaris lazily ran her fingers over Sabrina’s thigh, and Sabrina wondered if she wanted to fool around with her—did she know that about Carole and her?
“Being with Gui, it was nice, a way for both of us to grieve. He is not the first boyfriend that Carole and I shared. We both liked this guy Cooper, and we both were sleeping with him but we did not know. He was so sleazy, that he actually invited us both to his apartment and said he thought that we knew. We were so classy, and so “above it,” we both drank champagne and took turns giving him head like it was a competition! We were so detached as sisters, we did not even get mad or anything.”
Damaris sucked her thumb, and Sabrina was not sure if it was a Freudian regression or she was trying to demonstrate her blow job techniques. She pulled up her blanket, and put her head on Sabrina’s shoulder where she began to snore loudly.
Sabrina stared at the miles on the screen before her, to see how far they were from New York. It was her favorite way to detach when she was on a plane. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Damaris’ arm extend under her blanket and she was pretty sure she knew what was happening underneath it as Damaris’ breath got deeper and deeper on her shoulder. Sabrina felt like she was involved in a sexual act that had nothing to do with her. It was smoke and mirrors.
They were halfway to New York City Sabrina now knew, in both kilometers and miles.

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Masturbation Monday No. 211/KOTW 9/16-30 — Sex Workers

“I was here all of the time, you just could not see me,” Graham said stepping closer to her in the room. “I have never left you, I know everything you have done.”
Sabrina scoffed, as she bent to open the minibar. She picked up whatever amber fluid was there, she liked them all so it really did not matter.
“I bet,” she said, as she raised her frosted glass to him.
The thing was, she knew that he was not lying.
When he hired her as an escort, he made her feel special. He told her that he appreciated what she did, but at the same time he never let her think that it was more than that.
Until it was.
It was a business transaction. Sabrina was a sex worker, it was very easy for her to separate business from personal. Sometimes business brought pleasure—and that was okay. Graham was an amazing lover, though his desires might make some anxious she enjoyed exploring them with him. This was the reason being with him was still intense, even if she did not know what to expect from him.
“I missed you, we have been through a lot. You keep thinking you can run away and people just get left and it is okay. It is not okay Nusch…” His eyes were almost liquid with meaning, as he looked at her.
“Don’t call me that! Don’t call me that, and just…” “What? Nichy? Sabrina? Whoever the fuck you are now!”
“Get out! Leave me alone!”
“If I leave, I am never coming back. Do you want that?”
Sabrina walked away from him, before she felt him wrap his arms about her waist. Her loosely wrapped robe was no barrier between them. As it fell off of her shoulder, he placed his chin it.
She did want him to go away, she was tired of her ghosts following her.
She was tired.
He pushed her robe off of her, and kissed her shoulder. The plush robe about her feet, the cool air on her naked body and the sound of him unbuckling his belt made Sabrina swoon. Graham caught her, and took her to the bed. He looked in her eyes, and it always felt like he knew what she needed.
Whether it was to be loved or fucked.
He finished undressing, and she idly caressed herself as she felt her body heat with memories of things they had done together. He pressed himself behind her on the bed, and Sabrina eased into him. His body hot and familiar to her, she rubbed herself against him. Dry humping in a way. Graham pulled her nipples, and spanked them her breasts. Sabrina heard her deep groan, and acted like the animal she was.
Because that is all that humans are at the end of the day..

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Masturbation Monday No. 210 — Sexy Maid

Graham looked at her body, it was more than just a glance. He studied her like a piece of art—her fingers tugging at her nipples and between her legs.
Her touch of her body was not sexual, it was just comfortable and nerves.
Sabrina knew that Pretty Woman was—she had lived it. When she met Graham, she was a high class escort—that was how she had met Carole. And the two of them often worked together.
She worked with Graham alone though, and she was nervous. On his file, he had ticked that he liked role play and would like a naughty maid among other things in his hotel room. Sabrina dressed the part, she found something both sexy and even looked sexy to herself. She played around with a feather duster, and took pictures of herself in the bathroom. Even texting one to Graham, while he was on his way. When he got there, he looked at her much like he was looking at her now. With reverence, and looked unsure what to do.
Then: she stood like she was a statue, like she was porcelain and he touched her like she was. Until his touch was incendiary. They both were ignited from his most simple caress of her collar. She dropped her feather duster, as he played with her lacy collar and kissed her. He raised her arms up over her head, and pulled on her collar and it was almost like he was delicately choking her…
Almost.
Her hands up over her head, she could not touch him but she used the rest of her body to let him know she was playing along. Her tilted pelvis caressed his, and he wrapped his arms about her hips. She kept her arms above her head, as he kissed her again.
“Hold your feather duster,” he breathed, as he picked it up and handed it to her.
She saw herself in the mirror, across from them, holding the feather duster. Her face not covered by her phone like in her selfies, but glowing as he knelt before her. Sabrina held the feather duster for dear life, as she rode his face. Her scent wafted up to her, and she could feel she was creaming as he lapped her.
Like she was cream.
Now: she moved her hands from her body, and pulled on her robe.
“Why now? Why today? Where have you been Graham?” she interrogated him.

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Masturbation Monday No. 209/ KOTW Sept 1-15 with imagery by Kisungura

This is one of the riskiest sex scenes I have written on this blog. In case you forgot who Graham is, here is a reminder–this was originally Masturbation Monday No. 57. There is a gun in this scene, and there is never any risk of harm to Nichy–but I thought I should mention it…

Graham moved the gun from within her harness slowly, licking his lips. A smile curled the corner of his mouth like a piece of burning paper curls up on the edge. Nichy barely breathed, as she looked him straight in the eye. She was not going to show a bit of fear with him because he would like it, but he would not believe it.
He knew her.
He dragged the cold steel between her breasts, along her ribs, around her navel and between her legs. He paused there, looking into her eyes harder.
“You are fucking wet, fucking wet Nusch…” he whispered quietly to himself as if she was not there, as if he could not believe it.
Nichy wanted to close her eyes, but she could not. As much as she had run from Graham, having him there now was too much to deal with.  She remembered when she first met him. He was the ultimate bad boy, not a pretend one like the ones that she had dated in high school and college, with slicked back hair or wearing leather. He literally was involved in things that she did not know about. He looked at her, and she was done. All she could think about was relieving the itch that she felt. She wanted to caress her clit when she saw him, she was that uncomfortable with desire.
He looked at her with the same intense gaze that he looked at her with now, while caressing her clit with his gun.
His look had been intense when they met as well, they were drawn to each other like she had never been drawn to anyone. She did not hear the music or conversation in the room, she literally floated to him. He was a gentleman, even though she knew he was a rogue deep inside of her. He pulled out her chair, and kissed her hand—acted like he was afraid to touch her.
They did not make love right away, he made her feel like she was going to go crazy before he would even kiss her. Then he did kiss her, his hands on her hips and his lips hungry. Nichy, well she was Nusch then, felt every bit of his desire in his soft kiss. Graham had never had to demand anything from her, she gave him everything that she could. He kneaded her body like dough in the beginning, without any concern to her clit which jerked with need for him. She was so wet, that she felt it coat her anus.
Her anus was wet now as she rode the shaft of the gun. Graham pulled it from her, with Nichy was dizzy with desire. She saw the shaft of the gun was wet with her come, and looked at Graham with a mixture of hatred and desire.
He held the gun at her belly button, she heard it click before he put it down and looked at her. She was still as he loosened the rope about her. Nichy loved how she looked in the harness, loved that he had done it to her again.
All this time, she had been running from him, but after he untied her she swooned. Not from the tingling of her arms from having been up over her head either. She ran from Graham because she knew that she was never going to be able to stay away from him, and he was no good for her. There was nothing good that came from being with him. Her hips still moved as if she were riding the gun.
Graham slapped her breasts, and pinched her nipple so hard she cried out.
“You think I am going to give you what you want so easily? You slut, what were you about to do with that guy?”
“Gavin!” she shrieked.
“Gavin,” he copied her shriek. “My driver will drive him around until he comes to. But you were going to fuck him, weren’t you?”  Graham stepped back from her, caressing the bulge in his pants. Nichy felt soothed because at least he was hard for her, and maybe he would give her what she wanted.
What she always wanted.
“You like that don’t you, Nusch?” he asked her.
Nichy realized that she was drooling, and she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She wanted Graham so bad, she was not sure what she was going to do…
…if he did not give her what she wanted.
He undid his belt, and unzipped his pants. Nichy licked her dry lips as he offered himself to her, without stepping closer.
“Crawl,” he drawled, and she did. Eyeing his shiny shoes, she heard his belt as he slipped it off but was not prepared for the sting on her back. Nichy arched, and he filled her mouth with every inch of him.
She wanted to be force fed. She wanted it so bad, she drooled and her eyes filled with tears as he shoved it into her mouth. “Sit back on your heels.”
Nichy did as Graham told her.
He left her there.
With her desire, she had forgotten how vindictive he was. He would punish her for running away for this long…

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Masturbation Monday No. 208 — Curtains

Sabrina had not realized how much she missed London—England—until she was back with Drew there.
But she had to go back home.
“Why?” Drew asked, wrapping a towel about his waist. The tantalizing bit of hair and skin that was revealed distracted her, but she knew that she had to give him some kind of answer.
For everything.
When Jeanne asked her where she was, she texted her:
London and Drew.
Jeanne texted her back:
Ahhhh.
Jeanne was her only other friend besides Carole who knew her. But with Jeanne, who was always traveling and liked her she guessed as a character—Jeanne did not demand much from her. Sabrina was a character, if there was nothing else about her that defined her more than anything else.
Sabrina let the sheets drop even more from her, and she could see that he liked looking at her as much as she liked looking at him. Their desire was stronger than his curiosity—at least she hoped so. She really did not want to talk to him about why her life was the way it was.
On top of him, her hips moving at a pace to drive him to madness, Sabrina ran her hands through her hair, and then grabbed his nipples. Drew arched up to her, she smiled.
She would fuck him senseless.
And then leave.
She was super quiet while he slept, and the car took her back to London where she returned to her hotel room. Her forehead was damp with sweat from just thinking, and she started to cry. For the loss of Carole, for the loss of herself a thousand times over and for everything in the world that drove tears from her eyes.
There was a rustle by her curtain, and her heart raced. Her heart did not race from fear, she knew exactly what that rustle was.
“I thought you gave up on me,” she sneered, as the bulge in the curtain revealed itself to her.
Graham.
She never felt safe to think he was gone, because when she did, he always returned.
“Did you miss me Nusch?”
Sabrina started to laugh hysterically, and continued taking off her clothes. She never took her eyes off of Graham as she did. She stepped out of her shoes, and absently played with her nipple.
“What do you think?” she said, and let her other hand caress the split between her legs.

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Masturbation Monday #207/ KOTW 8.16-31: Sea/Ocean

Sabrina was riveted to the canal at Camden Lock, and sometimes she felt that was why she fell for Drew there because it was so romantic at the bar meeting him with Carole…But driving with him to the home that he had in St. Ives, made Camden Town pale in comparison.
Drew looked more relaxed. She got a glimpse of her own face in the rearview mirror, and saw that even with her shaded eyes she looked more relaxed.
Drew took her hand, and they walked into his house after they had lingered at a local pub. The first thing that Sabrina saw was the sea, as if it was coming through the window into the house. It aroused her, the beauty of the sea, and the fact that water had been a scenic part of a lot of her lovemaking with Drew in the UK. He pulled her close at that moment like he could read her mind, and reached under her dress to check.
He had told her not to wear any underwear, and she obeyed him. The slickness between her legs made the skirt of her dress cling to her labia, and that subtle touch was almost enough to drive her to the edge.
“Good girl,” he said, and smacked her bare bottom. Sabrina almost felt like she was on the brink from that simple touch. His second smack really did have her hovering on the edge.
“Don’t torture me…” she breathed out, and was ashamed for the words as soon as she uttered them.
“I am not vindictive N-lady,” he whispered against her temple. Sabrina knew it was awkward for him, he met her as Nichy and now she was Sabrina and she still had explained a damn thing. But they wanted each other so much it almost did not matter. “I want to taste you again.”
Sabina felt her cunt reflect the sea with its waves, as she sat on Drew’s face and he lapped her up. The waves matched her own internal ones, as he parted her cheeks and lapped her up more and more. He smacked between her legs and that made her come so hard, that he persisted to smack her over and over after. Her backside was given attention too, and Sabrina thought that she would shatter like a vase. Shattered, she fell forward and kissed his thighs, licked the hair along them and his balls.
His anus.
He smacked her bottom again.
“You are filthy.” He moaned, as she stuck her tongue inside of him.
She was many things.

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Masturbation Monday No. 206 & KOTW — Ashes

Sabrina felt trapped in the corner of the booth beside Drew, as she looked at Damaris and Gui across the table. It was startling how much Damaris looked like Carole, and how even though they were nothing alike, they had the same mannerisms and voice.
Drew was relaxed as he kept her to the side, he knew she would be still at his side. This game they were playing. Of course he knew who she was, and how long would she pretend to be another incarnation of herself?
Finally, Gui took Damaris’ hand, and she followed him like she would follow him anywhere. Sabrina still was shell-shocked watching them be a couple, when Carole’s ashes were on the table. It was all in a box, with Carole’s name peeping out of the side. It was callous to see her name on the cardboard box.
That was what was left of her friend.
She had not even realized that she had been crying, until she felt Drew’s hand on her face almost like a slap because she had turned so suddenly to face him. He had slapped her face during sex before, he had caressed it delicately and slapped her as she was about to come. She could not decipher the sensation between pain and pleasure as he had done so. It had not been a hard slap, but enough to make her look at him
“I want to see your eyes on me,” he had commandeered.
“I am sorry for your loss,” he said presently, his hand on her knee.
Sabrina looked down at the table, felt the weight of the it shift as Damaris took Carole’s ashes off of it. She looked at Drew as he had wanted her to when he slapped her during sex. He looked like liquid in her eyes, because she was between tears.
“Thank you,” she said, and he kissed her. They were alone now, and she was grateful for it. The things that lips said when pressed together, was a soft litany that brought peace to her.
He pulled her close to him.
“I died when you left, you know? I died when you left, I was so in love with you and you left me,” he murmured.
He blurred in her eyes as the tears came full into her eyes, and fell warm above her cheeks. She was sad about Carole, and guilty about Drew. Even without looking at him, she could feel that she had killed him. She could feel the blood warm, that she made seep out of him.
She remained silent.
“I have a hotel room, I am not going to ask you. But here is the room card…” he started.
He got out of the booth, and she watched his long legs walk away.
Frozen for a second, she followed him.
She did not want to be alone.
He slapped her softly to make her look at him, when they were in bed. He slapped her face, her breasts and between her legs as if to wake her up.
The blood on the surface made her feel alive, before he even slipped into her. When he entered her, she felt the depth of his emotion like fire and she slapped him. His cheek was rough under her palm, and he took her hand. Kissed it, and moved as deep into her as he could.
Sabrina felt sure that when he left her body, she would be cold as a corpse.

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Masturbation Monday No. 205 — Sunset

Sabrina had not expected that she would go to London as soon as she had, but here she was in the chapel sitting next to Gui. The pretty floral urn with gold leaves was beautiful, and Sabrina felt the tears swell in her eyes again.

When Gui called her and told her that Carole’s badly decomposed body had been found in her apartment slumped over her bathtub, she had been shocked silent. She nodded over the phone as if he could see her, and blinked. She finally found her voice after a long silence, and it flooded with tears.

It appeared that she probably had slipped and fallen, and no one had found her until the smell of her decomposition had become noticeable to her neighbors. Her sister had identified her body, and called Gui because she knew that he and Carole were still relatively close. Gui called Sabrina, to let her know what Damaris would call her.

Damaris looked like Carole, she had the same features and the same hair but a more refined and elegant manner. Carole had been beautiful, but looked more bohemian. Damaris looked like money.

Sabrina hugged Damaris when she arrived, and started crying anew. Damaris squeezed her,

“I think you were more of a sister to her than me.” she confided to her.

Sabrina sobbed inconsolably. She had not spoken to Carole since Carole had declared her love for her. With the trace pills consumption that had been found in the toxicology report, Sabrina wondered if Carole’s death was as accidental as they wanted to believe.

It was at the bar later, that Damaris’ prim and proper demeanor broke down. She sat next to Gui in the booth at the quaint bar in Camden Town, and his hand slipped between her legs. It was obvious that she was about to have an orgasm, and Sabrina could not stop staring. Gui looked at Sabrina with a helpless expression, as Damaris looked down at her beer and idly flicked a nipple through her dress. After she came, Damaris excused herself and went to the ladies’ room.

“We grieved together, and she looked so much like Carole. Damaris wanted to be with me because I had been with Carole, to feel closer to her. It was wild, but we did it and it felt good so we keep doing it.”

Sabrina nodded, she was no judge of anyone.

Gui stood up, and embraced a man in a suit. When the man turned around, Sabrina gasped and the man’s eyes darkened.

“Sabrina, this is Drew. Drew, this is Sabrina.” Gui said obliviously.

Sabrina looked down, as Drew nodded. He sat next to her in the booth, crushing her to the wall.

Damaris walked back to the table, as Drew placed his hand on her thigh and Sabrina burned where he touched her.

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Masturbation Monday No. 204–Serpentine

Sabrina cut her finger on the edge of the cardboard Drew—it was like the card that he gave her was a thorn in her purse. But she could not compel herself to throw it out, maybe it was because of the memory of sex with him she had had most recently, the most bizarre role play of all. Or if it was because she was starting to realize that she was not invisible like she seemed to think she was.

She had an affect on people, and she could not even go to London, because she and Carole were not really on speaking terms. She had been silent when Carole told her how she felt about her. She had been shell-shocked really. Sabrina had not imagined anything between them. She thought Carole was just her only and really close friend. Being in love and loving each other, was not something that she had imagined between them.

Carole took her silence as a rejection, and they had barely spoken since.

Should she maybe take the pilgrimage to London to face her demons, and what she had done?

Or should she just let sleeping dogs lie?

She was not sure what she should do, as she watched the blood seep from her finger.

“What happened?” Harry walked into the room, and took her hand.

She looked at him, as he took her finger in his mouth. It was a weird kind of communion watching him take her blood in, and she was mesmerized. Should she let sleeping dogs lie, and try something real with Harry? Would she want him to go through what she had put everyone else through?

“I pricked my finger,” she said quietly, looking at him taking in his eyes. His eyes were calm like the ocean unstirred, as he looked at her. Did she want to make a storm in them?

She kissed him, and tasted her blood on his lips nothing like the wine of a communion. They tasted of blood. She pressed her body to his, and rubbed herself against him. His eyes remained calm, although his lips parted in mirth.

“You are a demon,” he said, and it seemed his lips did not move.

Did he really say that?

She decided to move serpentine about his body. Her hands like the tongue of a snake, lapped at his belt until she moved it from his waist in a swift movement. His body was calm, but between his legs she found his emotion. He was hard and hot, and waiting for her.

Serpentine on her knees, her tongue flicked out like a snake’s. The first lash of her tongue on his shaft, and she saw him turn wild like a turbulent sea.

She was a demon maybe, she thought. Harry knew her too well…

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Masturbation Monday #203 — Craving

Sabrina was curled on the bed, blanket pulled up over her so she could block out the sun. Her body still ruminated from what happened at the hotel between her and Drew.

She did not know if Drew knew it was her, or if he really thought that she was a lookalike that he had picked up. What he did to her was not something that she was sure he would do to a stranger, or something he would do because he was angry with her. He did not hurt her, but he was very rough which he had been with her before but not like this.

And she liked it, she liked it very much. She craved it now.

Her anus still felt like he was inside her. They had had anal when they were together, and he was careful to make sure she was ready for it. She was so wet when he pressed his tip to her hole, that he almost could have used it for lubrication. But he fingered her with warm lube that still made her shiver, as he eased it over her opening. Sabrina bit her lip hard, so she would not come as he applied it. When he was inside her, she bucked against him wildly and he spanked her once to an immediate orgasm.

Her backside was raw from the spanking with his hand and belt, and she still craved more. She wanted to see him again, and from the way that he held her tightly even as she slipped away from him she knew he was more invested than he was pretending not to be.

His card was in her purse, and her fingers burned for her to just touch the card—the cardboard version of him. Instead, she reached for her cell phone, clicked on the star icon for favorite people and pressed Jeanne’s name.

When Jeanne did not answer, she figured it was just as well. Maybe it was best for her to lie with her emotions…

She woke up later, naked and still ruminating with what she and Drew had done. She was in her apartment, so she did not have to worry that Harry would come and find her with swollen eyes from crying, even though she did not know why.

But she did know why, didn’t she?

Then she felt the heaviness pull her body down on her mattress, and she rolled toward Harry. Sabrina was surprised, she usually went to him. But he looked at her, and cradled her without asking questions. He kissed her temples and cheeks, and pressed her blanket-tangled nudity to his full three-piece suit.

And she stopped crying, her body uncurled from into itself and instead into Harry.

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