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Wicked Wednesday #212 — View

Eliza took in the floor to ceiling view from the bar. Josephine had just gotten off of work, and they were going to another bar which puzzled her.”This is the most sought after view in the city Joe, maybe we should just stay here?”

Josephine stared at Eliza with exasperation, and she could not blame her. It was finally her time off, and Josephine probably did not want to stay at her workplace as stunning as it was.

“Only,” Josephine said. “Only if we stay in one of the private rooms, and I have to ask for permission. That is where the best views are…”

“No, the best view is right here…”

Eliza turned to look at her sister-in-law to be. Honestly, Eliza was jealous of Fiona in a way. She was happy that she was with Rafe, and Oscar’s scent was still on her dress. He had come as close to fucking her as he possibly could. But he was headed to Shanghai with Polly, and it did not worry her…but Shanghai was a place that held deeply imbedded memories for them. But for now, Eliza could still feel the heat of his body on hers. She could still feel his stubble against her cheek, and could feel him inflate beneath the table. Even though she had washed her hands his scent was still there, on her fingers. But she was still jealous of Fiona, who was more in love or lust than she had ever seen her.

Josephine turned around to stare at Fiona, and Eliza felt like she was somewhere she was not supposed to be. As if someone had viewed her and Oscar moments ago, when they brought each other to mutual orgasm under the table while seeming transfixed on the view before them…with its expansive light cheddar colored moon.

Fiona panted, as Josephine walked away.

“You are really serious about Joe…” Eliza started.

Fiona licked her lips, and looked down at her hands which she wrung softly but nervously.

“If you do not even want to talk about her! You must really be smitten!”

Fiona stared at her now.

“Don’t embarrass me Liza, this is new and I am not even sure what I feel. I am just enjoying being with her…”

“I am jealous Fi, I am jealous of you, and your new love or lust!”

“You are marrying my brother who I have heard is very hot under the covers, and Oscar is crazy about you…how can you be jealous? Of me?”

Eliza shrugged, it was ridiculous when she said it out loud. Fiona was right, it was always interesting to view someone else’s life as more perfect than yours.

“We got the private room…” Josephine whispered when she returned. Her breasts bubbled from the top of her camisole, and Eliza watched Fiona look at her with unbridled lust. “Follow me?”

They did, where Eliza knew she would view their coveted new lust against the city’s most coveted view…

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Wicked Wednesday #211 — Identity

“This is your wife?” Eliza stood beside Rafe, hand in hand. When she went to a function for him, he held her close to him the entire night. He was either holding her hand, or holding her close to him. He got all of her drinks, and prepared her dinner plate. Fed her, wiped her mouth and hands…

She took a sip of her wine, and smiled at the couple across from them.

“Eliza is my fiancee, but we have been together for so long…she is my wife already.” Rafe answered his male colleague, who was standing with his own wife.

“That is a gorgeous ring! Almost as big as the Taylor-Burton one!”

Grinning at Rafe, Eliza let the other woman take her hand. Rafe did style it after the ring that Richard Burton gave Elizabeth Taylor, but it was not nearly as big. However it was impressive, it was his way of pissing around her to show possession in a way. But she loved the ring and Rafe.

“Rafe did design it after that one,” Eliza said, her hand still being tugged by the other woman. She was deep in the identity of being Rafe’s. Of being here at this work event with him, of being engaged to be married to him. The wedding was getting closer and closer. Soon enough, she would be his wife.

When the other woman let go of her hand, Eliza twisted her ring and turned toward Rafe, her tilted up to meet his.

He twisted the ring along with her.

“I am thinking more about the bejeweled lingerie set you have on underneath that dress…” Rafe said softly, so only she could hear. His voice was soft with bubbly, and admiration for her appearance.

In that moment, she was so happy to be his. To become his wife in a way she had not been enthused about it, since he proposed to her. She was his, it was who she was and an identity she was happy to assume…like going into a phone booth, and coming out as superwife.

She was, and would always be his…

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Wicked Wednesday #210 — Choices

“I know that I sound like a hypocrite,” Eliza said, settling into her nook with Oscar. “But it is a little weird for me because you know Fiona’s history.You know that she was…you know how she was in Shanghai…”Oscar stared at her when she said that, because Shanghai was their start and their finish until now.

“She needs to make her own choices Eliza, she needs to decide what is best for her. You are her sister, but you have to let her make her own choices…”

“I know,” Eliza replied with a turned down lip.

Oscar leaned in, his hand on her shoulder, and pressed his cheek to hers. His scent was warm and inviting as always. She placed her hand on his thigh, and made the choice to be with him in that moment and not to be distracted.

His mouth was warm and sensual. She sucked on his lower lip which was sweet with scotch. When they kissed, his hand was on her hip and her hands kneaded his thigh. It was her choice to be with him in that moment. To be present with him, to savor him because there were so many times that she thought she was not going to be able to savor him. To be with him.

Her hands pressed heavily into his thighs, when the music stopped playing. She looked up to see the pianist sit at the bar with Fiona and Josephine. Eliza could not stop staring at them. Fiona looked different than she had ever seen her look before. Josephine was still indecipherable to her,m, even though they were friends.

Eliza stared at the couple before her, and pressed her hands all the more into Oscar’s thighs. Of course he was right. She had to let Fiona make her own decisions like she had been left to make her own decisions about life and love.

Especially love…
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Wicked Wednesday #209 –Opportunities

Eliza loved every opportunity she had to be with Oscar, and she had to admit, she loved going to the bar and seeing Josephine. Even with all that was going on with Fiona and Alice, she really liked Josephine. She had left work a bit early, so she could chat with Josephine for awhile before Oscar arrived.Josephine looked at her like the kitten who got the cream, and Eliza smiled softly to herself. She knew that Josephine must have gotten lucky.

She was in awe of Josephine. Besides being gorgeous and well-read, she was constantly being hit on by men and woman alike. She had infinite opportunities to get laid–well at least half of infinity because she preferred women. There was always a pretty woman with her eye on her, and if Josephine wanted she would leave with her.

“You went home with someone!” Eliza grinned, as her friend pressed her usual Laphroaig into her hand with thinly shaved orange rinds.

Josephine looked at her, kitten licking cream grin still on her face.

“I never kiss and tell…” Josephine let her voice trail, saccharine and ironic.

“Is that new?” Eliza answered, sipping her scotch.

“I cannot tell you honey,” Josephine said, caressing her hand.

“Alice again?”

Eliza saw Josephine shake her head out of the corner of her eye.

“Someone new?”

Josephine nodded.

“Tell me…”

They studied each other. Eliza tilted her head to one side, as if to invite Josephine to tell her who she was with. Josephine took a deep breath.

“Alice’s girlfriend came onto me…”

“Fiona?!”

Josephine nodded.

“You slept with sister-in-law?”

“You’re not married yet!”

“She is my sister-in-law regardless! You took her home?”

“She wanted to know what Alice saw in me, and she is beautiful. It was nice…”

“Nice to fuck my sister-in-law? She is so fragile, you cannot imagine….”

“I can, I fucked her. I know things about her that you cannot know…”

“You know her so well now?!”

Josephine nodded.

“I fucked her of course I know her now…” Josephine studied her before she went on. “I had an opportunity to go home with a gorgeous artist, who is the girlfriend of a girl I was with…I could not resist…”

Before Eliza could say anything, Fiona walked into the bar. Josephine grinned, and kissed Fiona’s lips as if they were cream. Eliza wanted to look away, but she was transfixed by seeing this expression of emotion between two women she was so close to. It was an opportunity to see them as she never had.

And she hoped that it would be a good thing.

Fiona turned to stare at Eliza,

“You told her?” she asked Josephine, without moving her eyes from Fiona.

“Yes, she did.” Eliza answered, and got up to go to the bathroom before Fiona had an opportunity to say more. “Tell Oscar I am in the loo…” Eliza let her voice trail, and walked to the soothing, claustrophobic feeling bathroom.

It was not her business…

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 “crumple,” today I am using “shaved.”

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Wicked Wednesday #208 — Audience

Fiona almost fell off of the couch. She had stumbled into the apartment that morning, and plopped onto it. With her dress on from the night before and the taste of Josephine still in her mouth, Fiona had fallen fast asleep.They had practically fucked for an audience right outside of Josephine’s apartment door, earlier that morning. One of Josephine’s neighbors opened their door–and did not close it back–which turned Fiona on all the more. Apparently Josephine too, who kneaded her backside deeper.

Fiona licked her lips at the memory. Her throat was parched, and she could taste both of Josephine’s lips on hers. She had not had sex with anyone except for Alice for so long which was weird for her, but being with Josephine was better than anything she had imagined. It was not difficult for her to see why Alice had been drawn to her. The neighbor who watched them through their door, probably wanted to know what it was like with her too.

Josephine opened her apartment door leisurely, her breasts having successfully burst her blouse open after their heavy groping on the way there. Her lace bra was gorgeous, and highlighted her large breasts.

Fiona was their solo audience, as she watched their encounter in Josephine’s full-length mirror beside her bed. It was beautiful, because Josephine was beautiful and Fiona saw her own naked lust face her straight on.

“You like to watch, you like to be watched…” Josephine whispered, licking the inside of her ear delicately.

Fiona had not like to be observed, she liked to observe. She liked to be the one who decided how things would be. But with Josephine, she was not the one in charge.

And she liked it.

It was such a release for her not to have to be the one who called all of the shots. To have her hair pulled, and her clit handled rougher than she had ever had it handled. To have her bottom and between her legs spanked liberally. When she cried out, Josephine covered her mouth with her lips.

“You love it, I can feel how wet you are…what do you think you are doing?”

Fiona moaned, when Josephine kissed her neck and she threw her head back as she left a love mark on her that was going to leave no question to Alice as to what she had done.

And she really did not care–at the moment–she was tired and sore from how Josephine had used her body. Her fingers drifted between her legs where Josephine had been, following the path to a tee. Fiona opened her mouth, and sighed. She had fallen asleep with her fingers between her thighs, they were redolent of the scent of sex like she had never had before. Her cheek was warm–her entire body was warm with a blooming fever…

What had she done?

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Wicked Wednesday #207 — Aspire

Alice liked being in the galleries before everyone else was in for the day at work. It had always been her aspiration to work in the art world. Being a junior cataloguer was a dream come true. Her eyes were glossy at the Tamara de Lempicka before her eyes, equally because of its beauty…and because it reminded her alternately of Fiona.

Polly had been looking at her all afternoon with that look like are you okay? No, she was not okay! She did not know where her girlfriend was, after their fight. Fiona had never not come home before. But they had never had such a bad argument. Alice felt her eyes well with tears, and her aspirations of being a sophisticate blurred, as Polly grabbed her.

It was early enough that they could have coffee without the rest of the department walking in on them in Polly’s office.

“She probably just wants to scare you, it seems like those are the type of tactics she and here brother would use. Or at least her brother’s girlfriend…fiancee…” Polly said, with her lips twisted.

Alice swallowed her too hot black coffee, and looked apologetically at Polly. Fiona’s brother was engaged to the woman, who Polly’s boyfriend had been sleeping with on and off for years. Even though Polly had initiated their separation, it was clear she was still angry about it. Additionally even though she seemed to be involved with her own on and off again lover, Colin.

“I am sorry,” Alice said. “I did not mean to…”

“Nothing is what you aspire it to be,” Polly said cutting her off, getting up and opening her office window. Her cigarettes were on the window sill, and Alice watched Polly’s svelte body lean out of the window as if she was taking flight. Before she knew it, Alice grabbed the pack of cigarettes and leaned out of the window as well. She wanted to take flight, she wanted to escape. Even now that her career was blooming, Alice wanted to escape…

Had she slept with Josephine to escape what she knew was coming with Fiona? The evolution of their relationship? Had she been so afraid of what was real in her life, that she needed to float on a dream? Maybe if Fiona was not returning to her, she would go back to Josephine.

But she did love Fiona, she wanted her to come back…Alice’s hair blew around in the window, and she and Polly looked like art angels on the top floor. Their hair floating like Botticellis.

If Fiona came back, she would never let her go again…

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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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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.

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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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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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