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Wicked Wednesday #202 — On The Knees

Eliza grabbed Josephine’s arm, right before she got out of the reach.

“Josephine, wait…”

Josephine stared at Eliza, with empty eyes.

“What?” she asked, just as emptily.

“I need to know about you and Alice. Fiona,” Eliza began, feeling protective of her sister-in-law to be. “is Rafe’s sister and…Alice and her have been together for awhile…”

“Are you kidding me?” Breaking into hysterical laughter, Josephine pressed her head to the wall and stared at her friend. “Sometimes, I bartend at special events, and I was at the auction house where Alice works. She looked like an ice princess, and her boss looked the queen with their matching strings of pearls…”

Eliza froze when Josephine inadvertently mentioned Polly, but then she shook her head to encourage her to continue her story.

“She looked like an ice princess, but she kept looking at me while tugging at her pearls. And she looked like a princess, so I could not keep my eyes off of her. She only got drinks from me, even though there was a bartender closer it her than me. She would give a drink to her boss, and then sip hers still looking at me. Blood and sand, that was what they both had. I had to work, but she was so gorgeous, I could not stop staring at her.”

Josephine stared toward the door, and she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were wet, and Eliza fought the urge to wipe the tears away from her friend’s cheeks.

“I wanted the night to end because I really wanted to go home and think of her, while I made myself come. Thinking about her tight sweater and pencil skirt, would have made it so easy for me to come…I never thought…”
“Thought what?” Eliza pressed.

“Never thought that she would be on her knees before me. I thought she was drunk, but she was not. Alice wrapped her arms about my legs, and kissed my thighs in the ladies’ room. She said I was so beautiful, and she could not keep her eyes off of me. I heard out of her mouth everything I was had felt all night. I got on my knees, and we kissed like mad. I was off for the evening at that point, and I wanted to touch her all night so I was in complete bliss…”

Eliza sat on the edge of the chair in the bathroom, and continued to watch Josephine, who looked visibly calmer remembering.

“I’ve been in contact with her, and she never told me…and then to walk into my bar. My bar…”
Josephine walked back to the bar now, and Eliza did not stop her.

Eliza paced herself slowly to go back to the bar. Josephine remained the consummate professional, and made more drinks for all of the people at the bar. Including Fiona and Alice. It was a long time later that she went to the bathroom, and Alice followed her.

Eliza fell into Oscar’s embrace, and wondered if Alice was going to get on her knees before Josephine again.

Fiona looked at Eliza and Oscar with a lopsided grin.

“All the lovers are out tonight…” Fiona mused ironically.

Eliza smiled at her, squeezing Oscar’s hand and wondering if Fiona had any idea what she was saying.

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Wicked Wednesday #201 — On the Edge

“I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ”

― Anaïs Nin

Eliza sat on the edge of the stool at the bar, Josephine smiled at her when she saw her.

“Who are you waiting for tonight?” Josephine asked with a smile.

Eliza smiled back.

“Guess…”

Josephine shook her head, before she added.

“Well, I am waiting for someone tonight as well…”

Eliza stared at her friend. Josephine always looked amazing, but this night, she looked more like a pin-up girl than she usually did. Her makeup was flawless, and there was a natural flush in her cheeks.

“Someone special?”

Josephine grinned.

“Guess.”

“Touché!”

Josephine poured her some Laphroaig, and the smoky scent soothed her. Eliza was a bit tipsy, when Oscar got there.

He pulled at his tie when he saw her, kissed her so hard that she sat more on the edge of her stool.

“I always get hard right away when I see you sitting at a bar, reminds me of the first time I saw you…”
Eliza closed her eyes as he kissed her neck, and slipped his hand under her dress.

“I’m completely wet…” she countered, as if there were a competition to see who was more aroused.

“Get a room…” Josephine whispered with a smile, as she put down Oscar’s drink.

Covered in a curtain of Oscar, Eliza remained precariously on the edge of the bar stool as he covered her with his body. It was not until in a moment of lustful drunkenness, that she saw Fiona and Alice. Eliza sat up straight at this point, and Oscar held her as he looked where she looked. Both of their eyes fell on Josephine. Josephine who had been ebullient before the arrival, the other two women became introspective.

Fiona looked at Josephine, who smiled quickly and even more quickly placed their drinks in front of them. Fiona then looked at Eliza who she noticed after a long while with Oscar, at this point once she knew that Rafe and Eliza had an open relationship, she was not as judgmental.

Josephine excused herself to the bathroom. Eliza kissed Oscar passionately, chewing on his lower lip for a long time before she got up and followed Josephine into the bathroom.

Josephine looked in the mirror with wet eyes. She looked on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

“What is the matter babe?”Eliza asked her friend, touching her shoulder.

“She did not tell me and you know? I would not have stayed away because of a girlfriend, but she could have told me…”

“Fiona?”

Josephine stared at her friend, glossy-eyed.

“Who is Fiona? I am talking about Alice….” Josephine asked.
Eliza covered her mouth. She was not sure what to say, and sad she had penalized her sister-in-law to be again.

Josephine covered all of her body that she could, before she walked past Eliza.

Eliza was silent…

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Wicked Wednesday #200 — The Best/ KOTW: March 16-31: Kidnapping/Captive

Colin was the best lover that Polly had ever had, and that was not to diminish any of her other lovers. Sex with Oscar had made her toes curl, and her eyes roll back into her head. But with Colin, she had experienced all of her darker fantasies to the fullest. He had made her feel things that she thought to herself, but never imagined that she would experience with someone until she did with him. Polly had always been the logical one, but her fantasies were especially dark, taboo and intricate. When she was with Colin, he made everything seem possible.

When she told him that she wanted to be abducted, that she wanted him to pretend to abduct her, it was easy for him to make that realistic for her. As young lovers, they craved the darker side of love. Polly embraced the idea of dark love, because it was love and like nothing that she had known that was sweeter and had broken all the same.

She had been in bed one night, but she did not know that he was going to initiate the game. He would not tell her when he was going to, but he would. When he covered her mouth with his hand, part of her wanted to bite his him because they had discussed the harder that she fought would make it more fun for him. She nibbled on the inside of his palm. He slapped her hard enough that she felt the sting, but not hard enough to really bruise her face. Colin bit her neck, and she thought she felt her skin break.

“I am not going to cover your eyes, but you better not turn around or I am going to really hurt you…” he said, panting. “I want you to look, and see what I am going to do to you…”

On her knees, Polly whimpered a little bit. It was what she wanted, but it still scared her to death. He ripped her nightgown off, and slapped her backside. Polly gasped when she heard him undo his belt, she cried out when she felt the buckle against the small of her back. He wrapped the belt about her waist, and used it as a tether to keep her close to him.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror.”

Polly obeyed him, she desperately sought his eyes in their reflection. He never looked at her, he just pulled her with his belt. She watched him, pull her into submission. She never came so hard as she did, when he pulled her close to him.

When he undid his belt in front of her now, Polly felt a Pavlovian response. They had not played any of the dark games they had played when they were younger for years, and Polly bit her lip. Her fantasies were even darker…and she wanted him to envelope her in it now that they were making love for the first time in years…

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Wicked Wednesday #199 — Books

Polly leaned against the stack of books in Colin’s library. Watching him, she was happy that she and Oscar had taken a break.

She was in Colin’s downtown New York apartment which was near the Strand, and thus he often got books there. In addition to his first editions and rare books—Colin could not resist a book. He had the same lust for them, that he had had for blood when they were going their faux vampire days as young lovers.

Now Colin was a professional collector of things, and right now it felt like he was collecting her. Polly stopped breathing when he stood in front of her.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked.

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Colin moved away from her, because she had let him drift away so many times before. She was not sure if he felt the shift, if the shift was hers alone. But her lips remained parted, while she said nothing.

He smiled at her, and turned around. Polly pressed her lips to his neck, and closed her eyes taking in his scent. Clean and crisp, like cotton of the his shirt.

“Don’t,” he said, even as his neck pushed against her lips. Polly pulled away, and bit her lip. Colin turned and looked at her, she let her eyes fall to the floor. He put his finger on her lip, and caressed its curve. “Why did you kiss my neck?”

“I’m sorry…”
“You told me not to touch you, and you kiss me? What do you want me to do?”

“Colin…”

He stared at her, and his eyes always undid her. She moved slowly as if under his spell.

“Stay like that. Don’t move…” he whispered, barely audibly.

Polly stood statuesque by the spiraled column of books. Colin caressed her jawbone, and leaned in as if to kiss her.

But he didn’t.

She remained perfectly still as he caressed her clavicle, his finger softer than the air, but making between her legs pulse like a drum. He circled her hard nipple, before he palmed her entire breast in his hand. He covered both of her breasts in his palms, and only the gauzy material of her blouse separated his hands from her bare skin.

Polly was so hungry for his touch, but she remained perfectly still. Perfectly poised, without straining for him. Even though her skin craved him. His hand on her left breast moved softly with the drumming of her heart. He pressed his lips to her neck, and her mouth opened with a ravenous moan, breaking her silence.

But her body remained still with desire…

There are AMAZING posts for this week’s theme “books.” You can read them all here.

I am a true bibliophile! Read my nonfiction take on books on LN Bey’s blog, Kinked Ink: Eroticists’ Favorite Erotica.

books photo by f dot leonora

Wicked Wednesday #198 — Zombie

Eliza was a little tipsy—she had had two Laphroaigs with her new friend, Josephine. It was really nice for her to sit with a girlfriend, and talk about Oscar and Rafe.
Rafe.
At the hotel bar, they played a mix of songs that included The Doors, fronted by the object of Eliza’s zombie crush. Eliza loved classic rock, and The Doors were one of her favorite bands. In ways, Rafe reminded her of Jim Morrison and she was like Pamela Courson. They were not dissimilar from the couple, aside from the drugs, booze and rock and roll. Their relationship had been beyond tumultuous.
But Eliza knew that she had a connection to Rafe that she could not ever ignore, and it was the same with him. Fiona had told her how he had fallen apart when she broke their engagement. Until he called her at the hotel, and she told him which room she was in…she had tried so hard to forget him. But the moment that he walked into her room, she remembered all too well. It was why this time she felt so much more adhesived to him.
She leaned against the door frame now, as she held her keys in her hand to avoid jingling them. Bouncing on her heels, she kicked off her shoes. Barefoot, she found Rafe coming out of the bathroom. She kissed him, wrapped her arms about his neck and put all her of weight on him.
“You’ve been drinking,” he smiled, wrapping his arms about her.
“I made a friend, I am not drunk…” She kissed him again, she knew that she did not have to do much to encourage him. He pulled her close against him, and kissed her slow and soft.
Eliza kept hearing the lyrics from the The Doors song, “Easy Ride” in her head. There was a line in “Easy Ride,” about exploring the mess that you are. She was a mess, fresh off the street and her makeup smeared from kissing him. Her clownish face in the mirror confronted her, but her body moved in pre-orgasmic bliss to “Easy Ride” playing in her mind.
Rafe moved with her, even though he did not know what she was moving to. Eliza pressed herself to him, and swayed.
“And I know it’s going to be an easy ride…” she sang off-key.
And it was.

I know you want to hear “Easy Ride” now, right?

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Wicked Wednesday #197 — Weird (And A New Call for Submissions!!!)

“I came over to talk you because I know that the other day must have been weird for you…”
Eliza felt weird taking her Laphroaig neat from another bartender. But she had waited to talk to Josephine after her shift. She knew that she had put Josephine in an awkward situation without meaning to, and she wanted to clear the air.

“You looked so awkward when you saw Rafe and Oscar together, and I felt bad about it. You were trying to protect me…”

“I was not in a situation that I have not been in before…I just figured that you were an eccentric socialite like your namesake…” Josephine took a sip of her Laphroaig, and smiled.

“My namesake?”
“You know Eliza Jumel? No one has ever teased you about that?”

Eliza laughed, and shook her head.

“No. I do not even know who that is?!”

“An eccentric socialite, she lived in a mansion that I have been to a few times. Rumor has it that she haunts the place.”
Eliza smiled awkwardly. She had never heard of this place, and wondered if Josephine was teasing her. She did not have a lot of girlfriends, but she knew that girlfriends did like to tease each other. Fiona teased her often enough, but she was more her sister than anything else.

“Well anyway,” Josephine continued, waving her hand. “I have been in that situation a lot. I work at an upscale sexy hotel bar. I am either hiding other people’s secrets, or my own…”

Eliza stared at Josephine for a long moment. Josephine grinned,

“I have secrets too, Eliza. You know your namesake bragged that she was close friends with Josephine Bonaparte…maybe we could be close friends?”
“I don’t have a lot of female friends, it would be nice to have one…”
“Well I already know so much about you, and what you like to drink…” Josephine lifted her glass at the bartender. They were not even done with the first set, and there were two neat Laphroaigs placed before them.

Eliza arranged her two Laphroaigs side by side, and reveled in their smoky scent.

“Certainly is not awful to have a bartender for a friend!”

“I have better liquor in my apartment, trust me. You should come over sometime and bring whichever guy you want to…”

“Rafe is my fiancé…” Eliza whispered.

“I know, he made it very clear. But you love Oscar…”
“I do, I have loved him for a very long time. And loving him has made me a different person. But I cannot live without Rafe. We tried, and we got back together. We cannot live without each other…”
“So do you love him, or are you addicted to him?”

“Both. When I broke the engagement, I was so mad at him and it was easy to be without him. But he came to the hotel and I — we fell so easily into each other. It is so easy with him, and miss him physically when I am not with him. Not just intimately. It is just so easy to be with him. He is part of me…”

“So you love them both…”

“I do…”

It was lovely to confide her love in her new girlfriend…

My publisher Riverdale Avenue Books has a new anthology coming out, based on the Morris-Jumel mansion–Eliza Jumel was a real person, and a namesake for my Eliza!!! Which was weird so…ahem… The details for the anthology can be found here, and on my Calls for Submissions page!!!

Update–you can buy a copy of the anthology here!

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Wicked Wednesday #196 — Growing Older

The look on Josephine’s face, let Eliza know something was off. The back of the dark-haired man facing the bartender, let her know that Josephine was trying to warn her.

Rafe did not turn around, and Eliza decided to bite the bullet. She knew that he was not going to be like she was when she saw Margaux unexpectedly. He and Oscar were like oil and water. But she decided that she was going to attack first.

She was not sure if Oscar recognized her fiancé, but she took his hand and then stood next to Rafe.

“Laphroaig neat,” she said to Josephine, and the smell of the smoky amber liquor warmed her.

Rafe put his arm about her waist.

“My phone traced you here,” he said softly. “I was in a cab, and I got out of it to find you.”
“Hi,” she whispered, and placed her hand around her glass. “I am here with Oscar.”

The smooth scotch evaporated on her lips. As she started growing older, Eliza liked her liquor neat. Plus Rafe and Oscar drank their drinks neat, and she picked it up from them.

Rafe turned around to look at Oscar. He looked much calmer than she had ever seen him look with Oscar before. He nodded curtly, and then looked back at Josephine. Rafe raised his empty glass.

Eliza’s lips were still swollen from kissing and though she had put herself together well enough, it was clear that she and Oscar had been intimate. She saw her face in a mirror in the distance, and the sight of her post-coital appearance aroused her.

Rafe looked at her, and she saw a smokiness in his eyes that competed with the smokiness of her scotch. The scent of smoke was redolent, and she was intoxicated by it.

Oscar grabbed her ass, and she looked at him. She looked at Rafe and Josephine. Josephine had a suggestion of a smile on her face.

Eliza took another sip of Laphroaig…

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Wicked Wednesday #195 — Shuffle

It was like shuffling a song moving from Rafe, to Oscar. But Oscar was always Eliza’s weakness, from the beginning. But when she was with him, the world faded away. Everything in her world, everything in his world…
Everything was gone except for them.
He pulled her to him with primal familiarity when she walked into the hotel bar. Josephine looked at them with a smile because they were there so often. When Oscar was not there for their assignation, Josephine would let her know, place a napkin in front of her and serve her.She would do the same thing if it was Rafe who was not there yet.
Josephine was the closest person in the world to her, because she knew all of her sides and all of her loves, even though they barely spoke. Eliza was always with a lover at the bar, and so did not have time to speak to the lovely bartender.
Josephine did not look away as Oscar pulled Eliza close to him and kissed her, his mouth making her drunk with the taste of Vouvray.
Being with Oscar was indeed like shuffling music on a music player. On the same album. It was not exactly the same, but the emotions she felt for Rafe and Oscar were so strong. At this point, she and Rafe were settled, as much as they were ever going to be. Looking at Oscar, lying beside her now was another experience. They never had the chance to be settled. First she was cheating on Rafe with him, then he had a girlfriend.
Polly.
They did not talk about Polly, that was not something for her to talk about with him. She was not going to be the pot that called the kettle black with him. But Polly was still part of the equation.
Oscar looked at her, and Eliza looked at him with one eye. Her other eye covered with her arm. He kissed her underarm, and buried his nose there. Eliza giggled as his breath tickled her, and she rolled onto her back. Looking up at him, Oscar covered her, and she really felt like she was the only girl in the world…
They left together, and again, like a music player…she prepared to shuffle back to Rafe…

I did not really do a lot of music shuffling this week. I am a little obsessive as far as music is concerned…so this is what I have been listening to on repeat play. I was thinking about the first part of the video, as I was writing this post…

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Wicked Wednesday #194 — Shoes

Rafe watched Eliza lift her foot up to take off her Louboutins. He stared at the red blur beneath her ass, and he walked up behind her. She almost lost her balance, but he held her arms.

Standing impressively on one foot, she leaned into him.

She knew he had her.

He looked at her face in the mirror. Her sheer bralette was like she was not wearing a bra at all, and he saw her nipples were hard. She put her foot down, and stepped on his foot which he barely felt as he unsnapped her bra. The cups of her bra rolled up, and her breasts were exposed underneath.

Rafe had wanted to fuck her for a very long time, and now he was about to. He wanted her because she was his. He wanted her because she was amazing to him.

He would have had sex with her in the lingerie shop, if she had not walked out and saw Margaux. It was odd to see Margaux in that place while he was having an amorous afternoon with Eliza. But he did like seeing the two of them together, especially with Eliza being so gracious.

Gracious in a way that he had not been able to return the favor. At least not with Oscar…

Just thinking about Oscar, made him cup Eliza’s breast with fierce possession. It was not like he owned her, but it was like if she was his for the moment he had to seize her.

Eliza reached behind her, and grabbed his thighs. He stumbled on her heels as he walked her to the full-length mirror, his palm still cupping her breast and kissed her neck. Thinking about Oscar kissing her there—or anywhere—made him suck on the soft skin of her neck.

Rafe wished that he did not feel so possessive about her, that he could practice the same hospitality and graciousness that Eliza had when she was with Margaux. But it was hard for him to do so. He kissed her neck, and then met her eyes in the mirror. Eliza kicked the shoe that she had kicked toward the mirror, and pressed her hands on the glass. She had not put her panties on since they had been in the store. Her thighs were wet and quivered with a matching need for him, as he moved his fingers back and forth between her legs. She rode his fingers as he did, until he could not wait anymore for her.

To be inside her.

He never stopped looking at her, as he pounded in and out of her. Eliza liked it rough, and he could not be anything but rough now because he was so desperate for her. So desperate to keep a connection with her.

Neither of them stopped looking at the other as they came undone. Eliza pounded the glass so hard, he was afraid that she would break it. Rafe reached for her hand, and that simple touch made her shake with desire. She gasped for breath while looking at him, until she slacked and pressed her cheek to the glass.

They stayed like that for a long time, until Rafe touched the glass above her hands. Eliza straightened. Her breasts swayed and her skirt was up over her hips, as she bent to pick up her shoes and put them where they belonged…

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Wicked Wednesday #193: Ménage à trois

Eliza was going to make this work, because it had worked all along. It had worked before—they had worked before—she and Rafe before Margaux.

And they would work, the three of them.

She spilled champagne in her haste to get dressed in the lingerie shop and purchased the champagne-stained intimates, so they go out with Margaux. Rafe was still as an untouched meadow, and did not give any other indicators of his mood when they walked in an elegant gaggle toward the tiny bar nearby. Why act like she did not want a stronger drink?

Margaux walked next to her, and they all but held hands as if they were trying to prove they were making nice for Rafe’s sake. Rafe trailed behind them, and she was sure he like the view. Eliza was secretly smug, because Rafe’s fingers had just been so deep inside her that she had almost screamed.

As if she had not been loud enough…

“How is New York?” Eliza finally asked. If she was going to be Mrs. Stewart, she might as well start playing the hostess. Wasn’t that how they had met Margaux in the first place? Margaux’s sister Laure was always an amazing hostess.

“New York is not new to me, and I love it, but I love Paris. It is hard how to describe how it is to love two things art once…”
Margaux was silent as the mannequins in the windows of the stores they walked past suddenly. Eliza knew that was a slip of her tongue—at least she would like to believe it, was because she was trying to be the adult here in this chaste mènage á trois.

She was trying so hard, even as she was still heavy with Rafe’s touch deep inside of her.

“I love Paris too…” Eliza said, proud of her own save. “Rafe and I have been there together, and I have been there by myself as well…”

Wistful thoughts of her time in Paris with Oscar and Adrien came to her mind…Oscar…Adrien…And then she looked at Margaux, and Margaux returned her gaze tentatively. Eliza saw so much of herself in the other woman’s eyes, and nothing at all at the same time. Her fingers grazed Margaux’s, and she took her hand in hers. Finger by finger.

She was going to make this work…

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