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Another Song

Eliza decided she was going to sit there for another song, and then she would leave the cafe. It was so hard to leave for the moment. She could not stop looking at Oscar and the Sally lookalike.

They were the most striking couple there, and she was not the only person looking at them. Because after all Chloe–that was her name, right?–did have the wine splashed at her. Oscar caressed and kissed her nonstop at the table tenderly. Even people from the outside peered at them from their window seat.

When the song was over, Eliza stood to get up, and that was when Oscar turned around and saw her. She got up quickly to leave, as he kissed Chloe’s hand before putting it down on the table.

Seeing that the door was not an option, Eliza rushed to the ladies’ room and realized that was not a barrier. They had fucked in a ladies’ room before–he had followed her in there. Not in a stall, Oscar had lifted her up and placed her on the fancy sink before he entered her. She had held onto him for dear life, and recognized that sentiment now in Chloe.

Oscar followed her into the bathroom.

“Eliza,” he began.

She shrugged.

“There is nothing to say, you do not need to say anything to me.”

Turning to look at her face in the antique mirror, Eliza dug into her bag to reapply her lipstick and then look at him.

“I was going to tell you.”

“Why? There is no need.”

“I tell you everything.”

They looked into each other’s eyes for a long time. No words, just looked right into each other’s eyes–almost through them.

“She needs you, go. Tell me later.”

Oscar still looked at her for a long while. Then he took her hand and kissed it, before he walked out of the bathroom.

Eliza decided one more song before she would walk out of the bathroom too…

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Double Your Pleasure

This is a retro post that I like that has to do with pleasure–with a link to one of my favorite posts I have ever written for the blog. Double your pleasure!!!

Eliza liked porn.

She and Rafe watched it together. Her feelings were as long as it was somewhere between “female friendly” which was too softcore for her, and acts in which the bottom did not look like there was any pleasure for them was her sweet spot. They enjoyed a fabulous app that curated their porn, and gave them recommendations from things they had watched before. It was their favorite.

Of course they had made their own moments that she remembered and played like porn in her head, but it was nice on movie night to sit together and watch a film. Sometimes something mainstream but racy, and other times only a porn film that catered to one or both of their delights was what they craved.

Like there was a film about a butcher, and she began by expressing her love for prime cuts of meat. Then a customer who she had a crush on walks in, and well meat! It reminded Eliza of one of her favorite times with Rafe when she was making steak, and they ended up making love by the kitchen sink. Watching the meat on the set while the couple had sex, reminded her of that and a Francis Bacon painting that she loved of a butcher.

But next to Rafe, his warm scent and his arms around her…how could she not want more from him?

The film played in the background, but she had moved to his lap as they kissed. He cradled her, and she felt how much he wanted her. She straddled him, and slipped his elastic waistband over his hips so she could just look at him for a moment. On movie night they usually wore things that were easy to remove. His track pants slipped down easily, and her see-through slip and lacy thong were hardly a barrier.

She licked her lips as she had had enough of looking at him, and wanted him inside of her. All the tension in her body released as she felt him enter her. She knew him so well, she felt him

inside her like a missing piece. They moved together with ease, they knew what to do to each other. He looked up at her, and she did not break his stare.

Porn was nice, but it was nothing like actually having sex with someone you love.

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At the Center

Eliza started taking yoga so she could find her center. Lying on her mat before class, she closed her eyes and tried to block out all of the things that had been going on with her and around her. Therapy and yoga had been a very good balance for her.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a woman walk into the classroom. A quiet gasp escaped her when she realized it was Sally—Oscar’s ex.

There was really no reason to talk to her now, because she and Oscar were not together anymore—Oscar had told her about that. Eliza could tell he was leaving out details, but she did not pressure him. He eventually told her everything, so she knew when he was ready he would.

Eliza could not help but watch Sally throughout the class. She was modelesque with her poses, the instructor even commented on it. At the end of the class, Eliza had hoped to not have to engage with her but when everyone drank tea at the end of the class they locked eyes.

Sally smiled awkwardly, and sipped her tea.

“I guess you know now, I am sorry I came to your apartment that time. You know when you think you and the other lesson are unbreakable? That was all that was. I am sorry,” she said.

Eliza shrugged.

“Relationships are difficult. I certainly know that, and I have had difficult moments with Oscar so…”

“Yeah, I know. Good class.”

They parted, Eliza left and then again Sally at the café she always went to. How was she going to find her center when she kept finding Sally everywhere?

But then a younger version of Sally sat across from the older one. Eliza figured it was her daughter—good she would not have to make small talk after all. Eliza looked down at her menu when she heard a loud noise, realized it was a slap and watched the younger Sally hold her face.

Sally got up, threw her wine at the younger version of herself and stormed out of the café. The younger Sally sat there stained in wine and tears.

Eliza picked up her phone to text Oscar, but all of a sudden there he was in the café. He took the hand of the younger Sally, and rushed into the ladies’ room with her.

Eliza felt like she was at the center of this drama even though she was not. A repaired younger Sally walked out of the bathroom, Oscar still holding her hand. He never let her hand go, and if there was any question about their relationship he kissed the younger Sally for a long time. A kiss like a scene in a movie, and never let go of her hand.

Eliza sighed, she remembered what that kiss felt like and what it meant. Now she understood the interaction between the younger and the older Sallies.

When would Oscar tell her?

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Double Betrayal

Sally had done everything that she needed to do. Her emotional survival depended on it, and she had headed to New York where her life was going to begin again she had hoped.

She was wrong, so very wrong.

But could she even be mad, when she had had her own secrets?

Oscar looked at her, but she did not look at him directly.

How there could have been someone else was still beyond her, and she did not have anything else to say to him no matter how hard he looked at her. She had been with him all of the time—how could there have been time for him to be with someone else?

Was it Eliza? Because she did not know how he would have had time to be with anyone else. Unless it was someone he worked with?

She finally looked at him with dark eyes, and he watched her silent because what more could he say? Still speechless, she packed like there was a fire under her feet and kept glancing at her phone to see if her daughter had called her or texted her because she wanted to see her.

What kept Sally quiet was that instead of her daughter, she had a text, a missed call and a message from Noel.

But it was over now damn it! They just signed the divorce papers–there was nothing more for him to say.

Oscar looked like a forlorn child as he reached for her hand, and she shook it off.

She was done–a double betrayal, that was all there was between her and Oscar now. Now she would never have to tell him about Noel. She would never have to tell him about her slip when she was in California.

Noel had taken her to their favorite restaurant because they wanted to end things nicely. He took her there, ordered their favorite wine–everything her favorite.

How was she supposed to deny him when he got in the car with her, kissed her and played with her like it was his job? It had been, but it was not anymore. But he still played her, like a favorite instrument. He touched her where he had no business touching her anymore and made her so wet that she wanted more. In the front seat of the car, they fucked like they were teenagers and on his couch after that. The next morning, they made out in the park.

That was why Noel was calling her.

Sally looked at Oscar, as refused him when he offered to take her bag and walked past him.

At least she would not have to tell him what she had done…

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Survival of Fortune

Oscar did not know how he was going to survive this latest romantic dilemma he found himself in. He had been in enough…

Eliza…

Polly….

Sally…

Chloe…Chloe…

This thing with Chloe had not been something he had expected at all.

But Chloe had been full of surprises. He had not known about her at all from Sally, even though this was the second run of their relationship. When he did find out about her, he thought she was going to be a young girl—she was a young woman instead, and was working on his playing field.

He definitely had not expected that he would work on a project with her, and have so much in common with her. That she would be unlike any woman that he had met.

Sally had had to leave for work—her leaving him alone with Chloe had not helped. They were all animals after all… He had been seeing Eliza for another possible run of their relationship when he started with Sally again.

Relationships for him were constantly evolving, morphing into something else. It was like they were never ending, because he had had moments with Polly where they could have been a thing again but they had not let it be. He seemed to move in and out of relationships in an almost aquatic manner.

But at the end of all of this was Chloe. She was asleep on his chest, and her sweet scent combined with her soft skin against his was all he wanted to think about. She looked like a sliver of Sally on his chest, but she also looked like herself. He was so intrigued by how she got him, and even though she was younger it was not an issue. She looked at him like she adored him when they were first together, he could barely keep his hands or his thoughts off of her.

He felt like he needed a fortune teller to let him know what was going to happen, or what he should do. Chloe was all he wanted now, and he was going to let his heart dictate his thoughts and actions.

Chloe stirred slightly on his chest, and he was hard wanting to be inside her again. But she was not awake so he just breathed deeply.

On his phone, he had a text which he read with his one hand because he did not dare move Chloe. He dropped the phone with that same hand, its heavy thud woke Chloe up.

”What is the matter?” she asked, caressing his chest.

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Fantasy B

Chloe rubbed her eyes because this could not be happening. She was not sure how it had happened–it was a bit of a blur to her–but what she did know was that she was watching the top of Oscar’s head as he went down on her.

She ran her hands through his hair, and the heat of his scalp felt like lava under her hand. When he looked up at her, she melted. His eyes were warm and directed at her.

It was that look they got them into this position, but it was so sincere. They both wanted to be here. He spread her legs wider, kissed the wet with desire skin there and Chloe trembled as she moaned. Oscar caressed her shaking legs.

“I am sorry,” she hissed, out of breath.

“Sorry for what?” Oscar asked, as he moved up to kiss her. His hand was under her shirt, and she placed her hands over his. “What?”

When they broke apart from their kiss, Chloe looked at him, and sighed.

“I want you,” she said helplessly, and he kissed her again.

Chloe was eager to have him inside of her, eager to feel the warmth of him inside of her.

“I want you,” he answered simply.

When he moved to climb on top of her, Chloe surprised him by getting on top of him instead. Looking in his eyes and never looking away, she held him and pushed him inside of her. Full of him and him touching her in just that spot, Chloe started to move. She had never been on top before, but she needed to be on top of Oscar. She needed to let him see that she wanted him in her–how much she wanted him in her. She kept her eyes on him, as she grinded her hips. It made her happy to see that she was pleasing him, made her happy that had she was in control of her own pleasure. That whatever movements she made, was going to enhance their pleasure.

Oscar touched her which she was happy for because she needed him to touch her, and any touch from him made her feel that maybe…he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Tired from riding him, Chloe came with a laziness that made her smile, as he moved her hips for her and made her fuck him harder which made another orgasm burst inside of her. It was too much. She fell over him spent, and he held her close to him.

This was better than any fantasy she had ever conjured about him, but the repercussions were deeper than any of her fantasies.

This was real, and what were they going to tell her mother?!

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Fantasy A

Chloe imagined that she was at work, and Oscar saw her with all of the other interns that he lumped her with when he mentioned her to her mother. He pulled her aside and she was startled, even as she savored the rough grip of his hand on her bare arm.

“Chloe, I just wanted to let you know that I did not mean to lump you or any of the interns together. I mean, I guess I am just so old here and you know. I just …” he smiled. Chloe nodded, he did not have to do this, she felt bad enough and this was not helping. “Chloe…” She looked up at him helplessly. “I especially did not want your mother to know I had noticed you. How could I have not?”

The way he looked at her, and the way his long torso swayed toward made her swoon, but she had to resist it–to make her fantasy last and because it was better for the plot.

“That is not good, no!”

She tried to turn away, but his voice lured her.

“You noticed me too Chloe, I know you did. I have seen you looking at me.”

“No!”

“You never looked at me Chloe?”

He studied her face, and she shook her head weakly.

“No, I never–”

“I saw you looking me up and down. Especially down Chloe. Was there something you wanted to see down there?”

“I never!”

“Come to my office Chloe. There is something I want to show you…”

“I don’t want to see anything…”

Chloe fast forwarded–this was awkward and fumbling and she wanted to get to the good stuff!

On her knees, her blouse and bra off Chloe sucked Oscar expertly. She usually liked older men because maybe she did have daddy issues? She liked feeling younger and cared for with an older man. They usually adored her because she was younger and catered to her.

Oscar as it was, caressed her face and hair tenderly as she sucked his balls. Her mouth taking them in and out with suction but not making any noise. She kissed them, and licked the root of his penis. He tasted so good she imagined, she could not get enough of him.

He squirmed because she was good at what she was doing. But it was when he pulled her face away, and kissed her that she paused.

“I want to taste you Chloe. I want to see how sweet you are…”

Chloe had never had anyone do this to her in real life, and she wanted it. She wanted someone to kiss her there, lick her there and make her feel wanted and beautiful there and everywhere.

Oscar knelt beside her, and asked her to sit where he was. For a moment, Chloe remained on her knees overwhelmed. He looked at her with the warm eyes she had seen over dinner that night toward her mother–Chloe repurposed that with the warm sorrowful look he had given her.

When she sat down and Oscar opened her legs, Chloe sighed in her fantasy and in reality. She placed her hand between her legs just for the warmth as Oscar went down on her in her head. She touched his hair, and he licked her harder reaching for her breasts. He grabbed them, and she thought she was on fire.

“Wider Chloe,” he commanded. “I want to taste your core.”

That was it, Chloe came so suddenly and so hard, she thought she had passed out before rubbed her eyes and curled onto her side.

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Twisted!!!

It was so twisted!!! Chloe was a speed texter, but she could not even begin to type fast enough to get all of the words on the screen to her best friend!

She had been interning in the same city as her mother for months, and barely even saw her. Her father had miraculously come back into her life, and was spoiling her rotten with her own apartment–and paying for all of her expenses. No complaints from her or her mother! Her mom had had her very young, and had worked very hard to get her own success which meant she was not around a lot. Her mother’s sister had taken care of her, and her mom when she was around. Chloe was not mad, she got her ambition from her mom and she was proud of that.

As was her mom.

But when she went to dinner with her mom to meet her new boyfriend, her mouth dropped. She knew him, he was her office crush. The first time she saw him, she was smitten. He was older than her, but it did not matter–Chloe was starstruck. She never had any interaction with him, and there he was sitting next to her age-appropriate mother. All Chloe wanted to do was crumple up onto the floor, but she had to walk forward and shake his hand.

She had no idea what they talked about after that. Chloe immediately excused herself to the bathroom where she was at a loss for words to type. Before they thought she was sick or something, she had to go back to the table.

“Isn’t it ironic that you work for the same company as me, and I never noticed you when you look exactly like your mother? I guess all of the interns look the same to me,” Oscar frowned, as he realized how that must have come off to her.

Chloe smiled to reassure him, but she was hurt. The internship had just become her real job, and now she had to deal with a crush she could not have anymore. A crush who did not even know she was alive until now.

Dinner remained a din of words she could not remember even though she smiled and answered where she was supposed to–that was all she could do. Her mother hugged her after dinner, and Oscar hugged her to be less formal before she got into her Uber.

Chloe went to her apartment, and lie face down on her bed. She was too upset to cry.

Oscar’s scent lingered with her, as well as the feeling of his hard chest when he held her close to him. She closed her eyes and instead of tears, there were curtain call fantasies about Oscar that she had to have now–but never again.

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Jawbreakers

Eliza dressed to the nines for Rafe’s events, he held her to his side and pictures were taken even though neither of them was big on them. Businessmen of his caliber were the object of paparazzi.

Laughter and small talk filled their entrance. Eliza talked to people who she only saw on these occasions, but who were basically best friends throughout them.

Onica was one of those, they laughed like teenagers while they caught up with each other. Eliza stopped laughing suddenly.

She turned and saw Oscar—and Sally. Quietly, she was pleased that Sally was seeing her all decked out and could see her appearance at her apartment was an aberration. But she did not know what Sally may have said to Oscar about their encounter, so she was wary.

Oscar walked over with Sally, who Eliza had to admit was stunning—as she had been when she visited her. Onica squeezed her hand and walked away, leaving her with Rafe. Oscar kissed her on the cheek, and Eliza was sure she was all colors as Rafe and Sally looked on.

“Have you and Sally met?” Oscar began gesturing for an introduction if needed.

“No,” Sally answered, and Eliza’s eyes widened. What? Why Sally lying?

Oscar pulled Sally to his side,

“This is my Sally,” he beamed holding Sally even closer if it was possible. Sally smiled, and looked at Eliza conspiratorially. Eliza smiled because there was nothing else to do, as she held Rafe’s arm.

“This is my husband, Rafe,” Eliza announced happily. Rafe shook Oscar’s hand, and then Sally’s.

The four of them stood there awkwardly as laughter bounced around them. Onica walked back over to them, and it was clear she picked up on something. She was very observant, and launched into a conversation about her teenage daughter and her escapades. Sally laughed,

“Sounds like my daughter!”

Eliza and Oscar turned to look at her. Her own skills of observation were enough that Eliza could tell Sally had not told Oscar about this daughter.

“Teenagers are a handful!” Onica continued. “This is Michaela.”

Michaela was a gorgeous girl who looked like her mother. Sally fiddled with her phone.

“This is Chloe, when she was a little younger. But this is her Instagram where the real pictures are!”

Eliza saw pictures of a young woman who looked exactly like her mother. Well the younger model looked more carefree, whereas her mother looked stressed and anxious. Oscar stared between the pictures of Chloe and Sally. Eliza wondered at how it was going to end that night for them.

Sally flashed to a picture of Chloe with an impossibly large jawbreaker in her mouth, and could not help but think how that image mirrored so perfectly the current tense situation.

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Rituals

It was their ritual, Sally would wait for Oscar in his lobby even though she had keys for his apartment and was practically living with him.

She worked from his place often. This evening, she was sitting in the living room staring out at the gorgeous view of New York City that she had from his apartment window. Oscar was very successful—he looked the role and his apartment looked the role. Even Eliza as his ex fit the role. She was often in the newspaper with candid pictures taken when she was with her wealthy husband.

Sally was not sure what her own life was like. She was here, but she felt like an interloper. This world that had become hers, with Oscar as her pass to everything.

When he opened the apartment door, she looked at him with dead eyes.

“You did not wait for me in the lobby,” he chided.

Sally stood up, and shook her head.

“No.”

Oscar looked at her and without words just held her. There was nothing for her to say to him, she was frightened and she loved him.

There were no words, only rituals to be maintained in the future.

Later

Sally pulled her hair to the side for Oscar to kiss her neck and he did, slowly. He nibbled a bit, and then fully sunk his teeth in. He bit her, but she could taste the blood—feel its warmth and taste the saltiness.

She was resigned, as he continued licking around the puncture making her aroused and terrified at the same time. Placing her hand on her neck, to feel the place where her skin and his lips met she startled.

Gasping deeply, Sally caressed her smooth skin and realized that she had been dreaming, knowing all of the symbolism too well…

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