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Kink of the Week May 15-31: Writing on Skin

She had not wanted to give him her number, she had said that she did not have any paper.

“Write it on my forearm,” he had said, and Emerson frowned softly.

She leaned in to give him a fake number, but when she did, she smelled the sage on his skin. The scent aroused her so much that she wrote her right number–slowly–on his arm. His eyes and breath were responsive to every stroke of her pen. Emerson added an additional flourish at the end of her number eight, that was barely warranted.

When she finished that last flourish, she realized she had been so unconcerned with knowing more about him that she did not remember what his name was. He had told her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed his initials in gold on his briefcase.

And that was how she and H. started seeing each other. Writing on their skin was a theme. The first time that he told her that he loved her, he wrote it on her hip. She looked in the mirror and saw in red, LOVE and she straddled him standing beside her. He entered her and she could see his love on her hip—literally—as she pressed her nose to his musky sage scent that had been her undoing.

Emerson loved him at the time, but she could not say the words. She had no desire to say the words to him. H. woke up one morning and through the hair on his chest, he could see red, bright like the sun I LOVE YOU.

When he sat up and stared at the words in the mirror, and said nothing, the red words glowed like traffic lights melting in her vision.

Stop, she thought.

“Stop overthinking!” H. said, and pulled her close to him. He kissed her, and she felt her heart stop crumpling because she felt their love. It had not been too long for her to finally tell him she loved him.

And when he proposed, H. pressed a fountain pen to the inside of her wrist. He played with the tip about her hand, until it started to tickle. He held her hand, kissed it and then wrote inside. Emerson could not make out the words.

“Close your eyes…” he commanded softly, kissing her hand.

She did not know what the words were, but she knew when he put her engagement ring box on her palm what it was.

“Yes,” she breathed, without opening her eyes.

They wrote less when they got married, but when they did write it was often secret and hidden. Just for them.

With chocolate, honey, ink and more, they occasionally stained the sheets. Their sheets looked like a Jackson Pollock, and their bodies were smeared with dirty words.

I am dedicated to using all the verbs from the verb list created by Richard Serra—you can find the list here. Last time I used “dapple,” today I am using “crumple.”

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Masturbation Monday No. 89/Kink of the Week May 1-15: Masturbation

Nichy was not sure what she liked more. Feeling so hot on her side of the bed that she had to touch herself, because her heat was such that she had to touch it with her bare hands. It was also nice if she had one of her toys to provide the vibration that her fingers could not…and it was also nice when Tyler lie on his side and pulled her to him—his lips on her neck, his arms crushing her breasts and his fingers stirring her heat. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his hand move between her thighs that were dappled with moonlight. His touch lulled her…

When she woke up, her body was still encircled by his arm and she snuggled into him more.

“You awake?” he whispered against the nape of her neck.

Nichy’s body buzzed with the pleasure of his warm breath, and the heat of his body against hers.

“I did not know you were into guys, you and Gavin put on quite a show…”

Tyler laughed, and pulled her closer to him.

“Well you and Renee have put on a show or two for me as well,” he laughed, and she felt the vibration of it move through her body. “Gavin is a damn good kisser too, I can see why you were so nuts over him…”

Nichy moved out of his embrace. When she sat up, Tyler sat up with her.

“What?”

She looked at him, her hand between her legs. Did she want to talk to him about how weird it was that they talked about the four of them like it was a game of chess? Or did she want to drown in the moment, him warm beside her and between her legs on fire?

Nichy touched herself in a moment of decisiveness. She touched the soft fire between her legs, her clit twitched on both sides as she moved her finger in a circle around it. Tyler was slack-jawed, as she knew he would be. He was riveted to the movement of her hand and she remembered that this was how she liked it best to masturbate—with him watching like he was seeing something he was not supposed to be seeing, when she was doing it for him.

All for him.

He put his hand on her thigh and the weight of it almost took her over the edge, made her move her fingers faster.

“Are you going to make yourself come? Or do you need help?” he asked breathlessly.

Nichy smiled, and fished for him under the sheets. He was hard, and this was the piece that she needed at this moment in the game of chess they were played…

Not moving her finger away from her clit, she stroked his shaft and looked into his eyes.

“I am going to make both of us come…” she panted, as her finger and hand moved dissonantly until they collapsed into a pile of each other…

I am dedicated to using all the verbs from the verb list created by Richard Serra—you can find the list here. Last time I used “twist,” today I am using “dapple.”

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chess pieces via wikipedia

Wicked Wednesday #206 — A Musical Interlude

Josephine made her drink over as Fiona had asked her to, but it was no stronger than it had been in the first place. Fiona leaned over the drink, and stared at Josephine’s waist. Josephine did not move from before her, and she was not sure why she had come there or what she wanted.

They were interrupted by a musical interlude, as the sax player who was there for the night started to play for the audience of the two of them.

“What are you doing here?” Josephine asked her.

Fiona shrugged and twisted herself around on her stool, to look at the sax player. Especially his mouth of the sax. She licked her lips, and looked up at Josephine.

“I want to taste you.”

Josephine pushed out her stomach, and Fiona caressed it when she tuned around to face her.

“I am not a toy for you and your girlfriend.”

Fiona slipped her finger inside of Josephine’s blouse which gaped at her stomach.

“If I had seen you first, and I was not with Alice? I would have known what you taste like. I would have known everything about you.”
Josephine took Fiona’s hand in hers.

“You assume that I would have let you…”

“You would have, no one ever tells me no…”

Fiona picked up Josephine’s e-cigarette, looking at her as a challenge.

“No one tells me no either,” Josephine said, picking up her e-cigarette in response to the challenge. Both of them stood there looking at each other, as the musical interlude continued.

“What time do you get off tonight?” fiona asked, when the music stopped.

“The same time as I usually do,” Josephine grinned.

Fiona stayed the rest of her shift, through all of the music interludes and left the bar with Josephine after her replacement. When the night air hit them in a rush, Fiona was startled when Josephine asked her to get into her car. Josephine had placed her hand on her thigh, as the sounds of sax filled the back of their taxi…

I am dedicated to using all the verbs from the verb list created by Richard Serra—you can find the list here. Last time I used “shorten,” today I am using “twist.”

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Friday Flash No. 4 — Featuring the Ruby Glow!!!

It was rare that she wrote a scene with a lover in mind, but she really could not get him out of her mind. When she wrote a scene, sexy thoughts of him fluidly came between her fingertips and the keyboard. Her keyboard had an app that functioned as a typewriter, which felt very retro and she liked that. When she typed on it, she felt like an old-fashioned writer.

But every line she typed made her think of him, made her want to infuse him in between the lines. She imagined her fingers running through his hair, her lips on his warm skin taking in his temperature. Parting her lips, she sucked on his neck and gripped his scalp which she did instinctively and he liked.

The last time she thought this while writing, she touched her own neck and dipped her finger in the hollow there. She let her fingers travel down over the soft skin of her breast and the divide between them. Then lower to the divide between her legs, which shortened her writing time because she could not type with one hand.

But this time she was smarter, she took out her new toy. The Ruby Glow (for a chance to win one, click below!!!)–she loved it especially for its beautiful pink color. Now when she typed, if she thought too much about him, her pretty pink toy was between her legs for some hands-off fun.

And she would be able to continue typing away!

She returned to the first love scene between her characters. As soon as her fingers touched the keyboard, it was like a jolt of electricity went through her. If she raised her dress, she was pretty sure between her legs would be aglow. The sensation from having the toy between her legs made her think of him all the more, wishing he was making her feel like that. Resting her fingers on the home keys, she subtly pressed herself against the toy. Her fingers gripped her thigh, as if it were his scalp and she dragged her fingers against her skin like she would his hair.

She caressed the keyboard. There was such a difference with a hands-free orgasm. None of her own come on her fingers, and she would type her scene as soon as her clit stopped twitching. As if nothing had taken place, although he moved like electricity through her memory, and she ached for him…

I am dedicated to using all the verbs from the verb list created by Richard Serra—you can find the list here. Last time I used “bend,” today I am using “shorten.”

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Masturbation Monday No. 87 — Return to the Scene of the Crime

Nichy was softly tipsy. The four of them went to the bar that Theodora was working at, which was closer to the airport, and much more swanky. Nichy could not help but eye Renee, who sat on the barstool next to her and she let her knees graze Renee’s thigh. Knowing that her friend-cum-lover was not wearing any panties drove her crazy. But oddly Renee was not into her subtle flirt. Renee, if Nichy was not mistaken, was paying a lot of attention to Gavin.

When Renee got up to go to the bathroom, Nichy was eager to follow her. She had told Tyler that she still wanted to play with Renee, even now that they were a couple–or were going to be a couple.

Renee was a bit more tipsy than Nichy, and wobbled going to the bathroom. Nichy realized that aside from not wearing any panties, Renee was not wearing a bra.

Nichy looked at her with intoxicated lust, as she walked into the bathroom. Renee tilted her hip against the wall.

“Returning to the scene of the crime…” Renee asked, not turning around.

A memory of the first time they hooked up in a bathroom came to Nichy. Nichy had enough stored up lust inside of her, since she saw Renee’s slick labia in the car, and she kissed the nape of her neck. Her hands pawed Renee’s dress feeling for her where she was naked, she felt Renee slacken with lust under her touch.

“Nichy…” Renee sighed. “Nichy let’s go to my place. Gavin and I wanted you to come over…”

“Gavin and you?” Nichy questioned as if she was surprised, but she hardly was.

“Nichy, something happened on the trip…Gavin and I…”

“Well Tyler and I…Tyler does not mind about you and me, but I am mot sure that he wants Gavin as part of the equation…”

Nichy saw Renee’s reflection in the mirror with a knowing smile.

“Don’t be so sure…”

Renee took Nichy’s hand and kissed it, before she led her out of the bathroom.

When they got back to the bar, Theodora was riveted to the scene unfolding before her.

Gavin sat at the bar, and Tyler leaned into him. Gavin had a poker face as if nothing was going on, but the light above him gave way to beads of sweat on his temple. Nichy gasped, and Renee covered her mouth.

“Tyler told me that he had not wanted to with a guy for a long time, but Gavin is the kind of guy he would not mind experimenting with.”

Nichy watched as Gavin picked up his beer, and Tyler leaned into him even more. Gavin put his hand on Tyler’s thigh.

“Want to go to my place now?” Renee asked in a breathless voice, coming between the two men.

Lying around Renee’s apartment really was the return to the scene of the crime, with her opium den like decor. But this time, Nichy and Renee held each other as they watched Gavin and Tyler kiss as if their lives depended on it. Gavin tilted his head so that Tyler could kiss his neck, his body hungry with desire that was clear from the sexy bulge in his pants.

Nichy almost swooned waiting for either him or Tyler to take him out of his misery. She almost wanted to crawl on the floor to them and help…

But she instead held Renee closer, and watched the couple before her. Tyler pressed Gavin back, and Nichy watched his throat soft and bare before Tyler covered it with his lips. She held Renee tighter.

“You have to tell me what happened on your trip…” Nichy whispered against Renee’s soft skin.

I am dedicated to using all the verbs from the verb list created by Richard Serra—you can find the list here. Last time I used “fold,” today I am using “store.”

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opium den via wikipedia

My Sexy Saturday — My Sexy Love

This week, I have selected an excerpt from my ongoing Wicked Wednesday series…

Josephine adjusted her tie anxiously, and let her fingers slip unconsciously in the gap between buttons on her blouse where you could almost see her buxom chest that Fiona had commented on.

It seemed that Alice had not been able to keep her hands off of Josephine in the bathroom. Josephine could not resist at first, but then she left Alice there.

“It was hard for me to do that Eliza, but I had to. To get control of myself you know? But touching her is like a drug. I can still smell her, feel her, taste her…”

Eliza knew that feeling, she knew what it was like to fall in love…

The entire post can be found here, the series started with this post.

More My Sexy Saturday here.

neckties via wikipedia

Wicked Wednesday #204 — Off Limits

“You’re my sister!”

Eliza folded her napkin and hands on her lap as she stared at Fiona, who she had planned to have lunch with even after their impromptu meeting at the bar a few nights before.

“I love you Fiona, but…I do not want to get in the middle of this. Why don’t you ask Alice? Nothing should be off limits between the two of you, you have been together for a long time,” Eliza implored.
Fiona glared at Eliza.

“I am asking you, you are my sister and blood is thicker than water. Unless you want to, or are sleeping with this buxom Josephine. You do sleep with your friends…”

“Maybe you want to, and that is why you are projecting on Alice?!”
Eliza rarely lost her cool with Fiona, as much as she pushed her. But this last thing that she said was too provocative, and a slur against her and Oscar.

“I’m sorry Liza, but I need to know what is going on. I needed to know if Alice is seeing someone else…”
“Did you ask her?”

“I tried to, but I ended up not asking her. She was so defensive, and I had been drinking. So we went to bed. But I expected you to tell me what you know…”

Eliza unfolded her hands, and picked up her napkin. She cut a forkful of quiche, and let the savory bite with herbes de provence melt on her tongue.”

“Go ask Alice, this is not my place Fiona. I would not ask you about something I should ask Rafe. Rafe and I are fearless now, we can talk about anything…”
Eliza knew she had hit a nerve. There was a time when she could not talk to her fiancé about anything, Fiona knew that more than anyone else.

But as she swallowed and sought another bite of savory quiche, Eliza knew why she really did not want to tell Fiona what she knew. How could she tell her what Josephine had told her?

Josephine had been flushed at the bar, the next time Eliza went there to see her. Josephine adjusted her tie anxiously, and let her fingers slip unconsciously in the gap between buttons on her blouse where you could almost see her buxom chest that Fiona had commented on.

It seemed that Alice had not been able to keep her hands off of Josephine in the bathroom. Josephine could not resist at first, but then she left Alice there.

“It was hard for me to do that Eliza, but I had to. To get control of myself you know? But touching her is like a drug. I can still smell her, feel her, taste her…”

Eliza knew that feeling, she knew what it was like to fall in love…how could she tell Fiona what she knew, and make her fall out of love?

I am dedicated to using all the verbs from the verb list created by Richard Serra—you can find the list here. Last time I used “crease,” today I am using “fold.”

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folded napkin via wikipedia

Friday Flash No. 3 — Cocktails

Josephine adjusted her bowtie, when she saw her reflection in the mirror above the bar. Jackson teased her, that it was her preening mirror.

“Who’s the girl?” he questioned her with a smile.

“Just want to look good Jackson,” she smiled her smile that made him melt.

Before he knew that she liked girls, Jackson had been very excited that she was going to tend bar with him. He was a gentleman, not a hard flirt at all and she had been enchanted with his infatuation. They became fast friends, and he often marveled at how quickly she picked up women. She didn’t even have a technique—women just flocked to her.

Jake had not stopped smiling at her, Josephine saw out of the corner of her eye. But she was more interested in the retro glamour stunner who sat at the bar with the lame guy, who brought woman after woman there with one goal in mind. He was not nearly so successful as Josephine in the art of the pick-up, and Josephine wanted to get closer to the girl he was with. It gave her no small pleasure that the retro beauty looked at her up and down appreciatively. Josephine and Jackson wore the same uniform, but Josephine filled it out with her voluptuous tits and ass. Hell the guy with the girl had tried to come onto her once, but she had served him an icy scotch in a cocktail tumbler.

Josephine saw that the girl looked at her body. It did not mean anything, Josephine was the kind of woman that made other women look at her with longing whether they were into women or not.

She gave the girl a soft smile, as she walked over to them.

“Would you like another honey?” Josephine questioned sweet and softly, running her hands over her pants that she had creased perfectly.

The guy answered for her no, but the girl said yes,

“With extra cherries.”

The guy called her Kitty, before Kitty got up and went to the bathroom. She was clearly upset, and Josephine made eye contact with Jackson to go check on her. Rubbing her hands over her creased pants, Josephine looked in the mirror and cupped her breasts.

She would make Kitty all better…

My contribution to Friday Flash, is a flash prelude to this story. If you want to read more about Josephine, you can find her here. I am dedicated to using all the verbs from the verb list created by Richard Serra—you can find the list here. Yesterday I used “roll,” today I am using “crease.”

Read all of the Friday Flash contributions here.

Wicked Wednesday #203 – Go Ask Alice

“Do you have any questions for me?” Alice asked Fiona.

Alice stared at Fiona. She could not explain the way that she felt. There was nothing wrong with her relationship with Fiona. Nothing at all, and maybe that was why she was so defensive. Her prettily made up expression in the ornately framed mirror they had gotten at a flea market in Paris, was strange to her now.

When she fell in love with Fiona, Alice thought that that was going to be all for her. Fiona was beautiful, smart and talented. The life that they had together was the most amazing life Alice could ever have imagined, she went to bed and woke up happy. Fiona treated her like a princess, Josephine had said that she seemed like a princess when she saw her the first time.

Josephine.

Alice could still feel Josephine’s lips on her. From the first time they made out at the auction house, and from tonight at the bar. She took Fiona there because she wanted to see Josephine, but that had been a thoughtless move. The look of hurt on Josephine’s face had been too much to bear, when she saw her with Fiona. When Alice walked into the bathroom later, Josephine was already there and stared at her in the mirror.

“I’m sorry…” Alice had said to her. “I am sorry Jo…”

Josephine turned around, and looked at her. Alice could not say another word. Her head rolled against the wall as they kissed. Her hips rolled toward Josephine’s, when she cupped Josephine’s full breasts in her hands. Alice buried her face in the crook of Josephine’s neck, and Josephine caressed her back softly.

“Your queen is waiting for you…” Josephine said unceremoniously, walking away.

Alice watched Josephine walk away from her, before she turned to the mirror to make sure her lipstick was not smudged. Fiona did not say anything to her when she returned to the stool beside her at the bar, they seemed like the perfect couple as always across from Eliza and Oscar…

…and Josephine.

But as soon as they got into the cab, there was tension. Fiona walked past her and poured herself scotch, as soon as they were in their apartment. She stared at her for such a long time without saying anything, that Alice confronted her.

“Do you have something to ask me?” Alice asked urgently.
“Alice…” Fiona began.

Alice stared at her girlfriend, she would answer any questions that she asked her. She would never lie to Fiona.

“Alice, let’s go to bed…”

The questions that Fiona did not ask were heavy in the air. Alice stood in front of her. Confrontational again.

“What?” Fiona asked, her voice slurred. “I said let’s go to bed.”

And so they did.

I have started a new project, The Verb List, based on this list by Richard Serra.

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go ask alice via wikipedia