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Wicked Wednesday #192 — Advert

The part that was the hardest was that she was not looking for them. Margaux was shopping in an exclusive intimates boutique, but she was not expecting to see them.

First she saw Eliza. Eliza was beautiful. Out of the corner of her eye, Margaux could see her own reflection that she knew looked like vintage Hollywood. But she was focused on Eliza, who even dressed casually was modelesque.

Rafe walked in behind her. His hand on her shoulder and her hip, and his lips pressed to the nape of her neck.

They looked like an advertisement. Rafe flopped into a plush black velvet chair, while Eliza walked around picking up things. She juggled a glass of champagne that she was handed, and delicate lace and silk pieces that she picked up.

Margaux had no intention of walking out of the dressing room, going through those curtains until Eliza and Rafe left. She pulled her hair back, and pulled her face back from the curtains as Eliza walked toward the dressing rooms. Once she was behind the curtain, Margaux heard thumping as Eliza moved about.

Then silence.

When she heard Rafe’s voice, she became breathless. It was surreal.

“How do you think this looks?” Eliza whispered.

Margaux could imagine her holding up the piece for his approval, or maybe she was wearing it?

Rafe’s voice was heavy and inaudible to her, when he answered Eliza.

Silence.

Then the sound of kissing like running water.

Constant.

Thumping against the wall…Were they making love?

Margaux put her clothes back on, and bundled up all of her unpurchased undergarments like a bouquet.

She burst through the curtains, picked up her champagne glass which she left on the table. As she walked away, she smiled at the sales clerk.

“Nothing today?” the clerk asked with a smile.
Margaux shook her head, and smiled back.

“Excuse me—”

Margaux turned around and she saw Eliza who was dressed a bit less than she was before. They stared at each other for a long time.

“Margaux,” Eliza smiled. “What a surprise!”

Margaux smiled at her.

“Hi, I was just leaving…”
“Wait,” Eliza walked toward her, and touched her arm. “Rafe is here…maybe we could all have coffee…or something stronger?”

Eliza’s eyes were pleading. She was not sure if she wanted to show off her advertisementesque coupling…or if she was really trying to be nice.

“Sure…” Margaux said.

“Let me get dressed!”

Margaux was frozen in place as Eliza went behind the curtains again, and Rafe came out and looked at her for a long time…

“Hi,” Margaux said shyly, wondering if he understood the coincidence…or thought she was stalking them…

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Infamous Guest Blogger Kat Brings The Heat!!!

Kat is AMAZING!!! I am fascinated by her multiple blogs that all have her passion on display. She does not do anything halfway, I love the way her mind works. Her love of writing is so clear, she makes me revere our craft all the more. And the pictures she takes! Her Sinful Sunday posts take my breath away, she is so effortlessly sensual and sexy. Her erotica also leaves me breathless! Yesterday she posted a story on my Friday Flash blog that was…well go read it here! Today is Food for Thought Friday, so make sure you take a look at that as well. Read on for the decadence that is Kat…

When the blogging phenomenon that is F Dot Leonora asked if I would like to have her spotlight shone in my direction I was stunned, surprised and deeply flattered. Here was little old me, scribbling away my ideas on my blogs, never thinking I’d attract much attention, and then an offer I couldn’t refuse landed in my DM box! Thank you lovely Leonora for giving me this amazing opportunity!

Well, first things first, my name is Kat and I love to write! Which is why, after years of procrastinating, I took the plunge and began my first blog, kittykatbitsandbobs back in April 2014. I felt that my life was at a crossroads at that time, and I had an overwhelming urge to share the thoughts that were rattling around in my mind. The blog became a place where I tried to entertain people with my stellar wit, (I need a sarcasm font here), and morphed into a sort of public diary of my life where I laid myself bare. I think I used it as a form of therapy and still do. I often ask myself am I crazy to be so incredibly frank and open… am I making a huge mistake?

My desire has always been to write fiction and, given its recent rise in popularity, (thanks to that book that we shall not name), I thought I would try my hand at erotica and launched blog number two, MsTsecretgarden. I used this blog to explore a fantasy of BDSM, and I must stress it was fantasy. I made many mistakes there and, whilst the stories were fun, I was far from accurate in my portrayal of the BDSM lifestyle in many ways. Nevermind, it’s fiction and fantasy, so it’s all cool right?

I found that I loved writing filth but I wanted to branch outside of the BDSM genre and hence illicitthoughts was born; a third blog where I shared erotica, ranging from vanilla, romantic and sweet stories as well as my first love, kink. As poor MsT was left slightly by the roadside, I have since incorporated ‘her’ as a page on illicit. Although I was ready to leave that blog, I could not bare to just kill her off entirely. She was my first-born after all.

The funny thing is, I write erotica but the only erotica I read is on other blogs… I am a passionate reader, but on my bedside table you will find stacks of thrillers, mysteries, and tales of serial killers, as well as a wide selection of modern literature. Everything I write comes from my imagination. The stories you read on my blogs are my fantasies, some of which I have enjoyed for real, others that shall forever remain a fantasy.

I sit at my kitchen counter and allow my mind to drift to things I have done or would like to do. I have a tendency to ‘act out’ some of the choreography to see if what I am writing works, so my back-door neighbours may well have seen me running my fingers over my throat, down to my boobs and beyond… I have been known to lie of the kitchen floor to work out positions too. I guess if nothing else, it’s entertaining for them!

I find inspiration everywhere but mostly from people I know and talk to. My series Heat, (I toyed with the idea of attempting to develop it into a novella), was inspired by my best friend, who had some very unwelcome labourers in her front field last summer. I joked with her that she should begin a torrid affair with one and the idea just wouldn’t leave me, so I wrote about a lonely farm girl who fell for her farm hand. I still think the story has legs and may well return to it one day. I have an idea how it all wraps up but for now I am not sure I have the skills required to attempt a longer piece of work.

I often find photos can inspire me too; Tumblr, Pinterest and Twitter are rich sources of potential story material.

I run a meme on my ‘vanilla’ site called Word for Wednesday, inspired by my love of… well, words! Each week I pick a word and discuss why I picked it. I never expected that anyone would actually join in, but I have been delighted to find there are plenty of people out there who liked my simple idea and now I have a few regular contributors.

My most recent venture was to launch Food For Thought Friday with my good buddy Kilted Wookie. This came about from a poll I posted on Twitter. He liked my never ending list of question I have about sex, love, the human condition, and suggested we join forces to make it a weekly meme. Each week one of us poses a question we find interesting and invite people to share their thoughts on it. It is still early days for our baby but it seems to have potential.

I really enjoy joining in other people’s memes too and am a regular contributor to Sinful Sunday, as well as Wicked Wednesday and Friday Flash, which has been relaunched by my host today, the lovely F Dot Leonora herself.

I am a big believer in bloggers being there for each other and I try my best to promote blogs I admire as much as I can. I never feel that we are in ‘competition’ with each other, rather that we all have something unique to offer. If I can help a fellow writer, (oooooh! get me calling myself a writer!) to get new readers I will do what I can to help. I think blogging has changed my life, for the better. I have made great friends, learned so much about so many topics, and my self confidence regarding my writing has grown steadily… who knows maybe one day I will tackle that novella!

If you’d care to have a read of Heat and let me know if you think it has potential, click here!

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sexy lips via Kat

Wicked Wednesday #191 — Condoms

Rafe held the condom in his hand. It had been on the dresser, and he was not sure if Eliza had left it there because she wanted him to find it. Or because it looked like she had been sloppy as she had left their apartment. Things were in a disarray.

He knew that he had no right to be mad at her for being with someone without telling him. She had forgiven him with Sandrine, he had no right to be mad. While he had been busy falling in love with Margaux…

He was falling in love with Margaux, and it was so fresh he thought of the ways that he had probably been sloppy with that around Eliza. Maybe she felt like she wanted to get his attention. But he loved her always, he was going to marry her, but maybe he had taken her for granted. That was the tricky thing about being in an open relationship.

It made him open to everything.

Eliza’s key in the door brought him back to the moment. He was still held the condom, when she walked into the room. She looked recently fucked, no matter how much she had perfumed and made up her beautiful face.

“You are fucking Oscar again,” he said, without any finesse—he was even startled how he lacked finesse when he addressed her.

“Yes,” she raised her hand to her face, and he felt insulted by the flash of her engagement ring. She walked into the room and put down her purse, and pivoted out.

Rafe jumped up behind her, and she turned to look at him.

“You waltz in here and tell me you are fucking this bastard again, and waltz out like it is nothing Eliza? I am your fiancé, I am going to be your husband—treat me with some respect! Leaving condoms lying about? Really?”

Eliza stared at him, and the look on her face was one that he did not recognize. She just looked at him, and that made him so mad. He could not believe how mad he was at her, at Oscar.

“If I am fucking someone else, you are going to know Rafe. The same way I know that you are fucking Margaux.”

“You’re fucking Oscar to spite me? That is really grown-up of you!”

Eliza walked past him and back into the room, where she grabbed her purse. Rafe placed himself at the door, so she could not walk past him.

“Are you going to block me? That is so grown-up Rafe!”

“Do you want to end this? Walking out while I am talking to you?”
“You are shouting at me!” Eliza screamed at him.

“I am not shouting at you…” Rafe said, leaning into her. How was it possible that he was so mad at her, but he had to touch her? Eliza recognized his purpose right away, and continued to study him. “I am sorry…”

He feared that Eliza would swoon, the way she looked at him. He held her and felt the static from the carpet, and the static from his desire.

Rafe felt a particular satisfaction, when he rode Eliza on their bed. Unlike Oscar, he did not use a condom with her. The naked feeling of her drove him half out of his mind, and the way she moved under him let him know that she was equally as mindless. There was something mindlessly pleasing to him about having her now, after Oscar had had her.

But she was his now, she was his when he came inside her. He could not help but let his fingers touch the place where they were joined, so he could feel his come there.

Between her legs.

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Wicked Wednesday #190 — Porn / Kink of the Week Jan 16-31: OTK Spanking

Eliza sat on the edge of the bar stool as Oscar approached. At this point, Josephine the hostess-cum-bartender raised her eyebrows with familiarity when she saw Oscar arrive and Eliza would swivel around on the edge of the stool at her signal.

Oscar pulled her to him with more force than he normally did, kissed her so hard, she wondered if her lips would bruise. Eliza looked at him, and he waved the card for their room just out of her reach. Eliza kissed him again, before she turned around and looked at Josephine. She was so eager to get into bed with Oscar—she did not count the bills as she placed them on the bar.

Josephine’s smile at the probably overly generous tip was a blur like an ad on a subway station as Eliza ran to the elevator.

***

Seeing herself lying naked with Oscar, was like seeing her own homemade porn. She wrapped her arms about him, tempted to take pictures or record them with her phone. It would be like her porn to distribute, instead of Rafe’s.

She knew that he was seeing Margaux, but coming across pictures that he had sketched of her was like encountering his personal stash of porn. It was almost unbearable.

But now—with Oscar—she could make her own. Climbing on top of him, she groaned when he grabbed her ass and pulled her to him.

“Take a picture of me?” she queried.

“So you can show your fiancé?”

Eliza shrugged, and rolled off of him. He pulled her to him with one arm, and slapped her backside.

“Why do I have to always feel like I am playing second fiddle to Rafe, Eliza?” Oscar asked, lying on his back and pulling her on top of him. “I feel like I need to put you over my knee.”

Eliza felt between her legs turn to mush. The thought of him spanking her. He had not spanked her since the early days, when they first met. But he never spanked her that hard then, because they did not want to leave marks on her.

But now she did not care if there were marks.

She straddled him, and he grabbed her by putting his hand through her thighs. This embrace was more intimate than anything else they had done.

“Are you seeing me again because Rafe is seeing that fetish model?”
“You know about her modeling?” Eliza sighed.
Oscar laughed.
“I am a man, I would know her! She is beautiful…she looks like Myrna Loy? Do you think?”

Eliza pushed at his chest.

“Maybe I ought to spank you, saying that to me!”

“She is not as beautiful as you…”

Eliza knelt beside him.

“Now that you might get a spanking I am more beautiful…”
“You are reminding me of Bettie Page right now…

***

Eliza slowly scrolled the pictures on her phone in the cab beside Oscar.

She did look a little like Bettie Page, that menacing way that Page had about her. Stills of her spanking Oscar, her hand on a red patch on near the crease of his bare ass…

He was not able to be restrained on her lap. He had wiggled and shifted on her lap unable to help himself, which had antagonized her and turned her on all the more.

Made her strike him like a match.

“You look hot as hell on my lap,” she said aloud.

“Are you going to show them to him?”
Eliza stared out of the cab.

The photos were for her, her own personal stash of porn.

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Wicked Wednesday #189 – Introduce/Kink of the Week Jan 1-16: Kissing

“You never introduced me to your fiancée before!” said the beaming man, who appeared out of nowhere.

Rafe held Margaux closer, as she buried her face in his shoulder.

She was happy that they were at least going to the upscale restaurant where they had had dinner several times before…as opposed to their upscale hotel for this faux pas.

“This is Margaux,” Rafe said, holding her even closer. “She is a good friend, but not my fiancée. You have embarrassed her!”
Margaux looked up at the man that stared at her now with a new purpose. He took her hand, even as Rafe held her close and pressed his lips to her cool fingers.

“I did not mean to embarrass you Margaux,” he said, still leering at her. “I was just about to have dinner by myself. Unless of course you two do not mind…”

Margaux wished that Rafe would have declined his tactless invite, but she knew that it would look weird. His arrangement with Eliza was not for public consumption, she knew.

Dinner was awkward, fortunately, she was easily distracted by the sumptuous feast served. But the blood from her medium rare steak grew cold as their dinner companion—whose name she had not requested—stared at her. Margaux savored the cold blood, if it meant that she did not have to engage with the man. She felt that he lingered, because he hoped to find out that she was not just simply a friend to Rafe.

Rafe astutely steered the conversation in the direction of business since it was apparent they were business associates, but not close. Margaux was impressed at how abruptly he dismissed his associate without it seeming like anything.

Like magic.

Not unlike the magic he had worked on her.

What else could she think moments later, sitting astride a hotel chair naked looking at him? Not for sex, but because he wanted to sketch her?

Margaux could not say no to that, who could say no to an artist? How many artists had made her drop her panties? She dropped her chin into her folded arms, and sighed.

“You promised you could stay still,” he said quietly, not looking up from his sketch pad.

It was mildly offensive that he had not looked at her like his business associate. She was used to being looked at.

But that was why Rafe was special. They had been spending a lot of time together, and it was all with the premise of getting to know one another. They had not had sex, even though she wanted it. But she loved this too, that she could literally naked with him and it did not have to mean that they were going to have sex. The space of not having sex in a relationship was like another galaxy, when kisses were like water on a desert…

“You ruined this picture, I cannot finish it…” He pulled the sheet out of the sketch pad, and was going to rip it when she jumped up. Her naked breasts bounced against her.

“No! Let me see!” she cried.

Rafe stood up, holding the sketch pad up over his head. She reached for it with both hands, and he captured both of her wrists with his hand. He kissed her, and the steam of it reached her other set of lips. Margaux parted her legs to cool the heat there, as he let go of her hands. He pulled her close to him with force, the scent of him permeated his crisp white shirt and she pulled at his tie. She gnawed at the tip of it, before she flung it over his shoulder. He slapped her backside and the heat rushed between her legs again as she kissed him sloppily. Their mouths moved like weapons of pleasure and destruction, as they caressed and bit each other.

Out of the corner of her eye, she briefly caught his sketch of her straddling the chair, chewing on her lip—a mixture of amusement and nerves. She looked something like that infamous photograph of Christine Keeler, except entirely like herself.

A perfect rendering.

She kissed his throat, and the lump there that made him make her think otherwise….

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Wicked Wednesday #188 — Believe in Yourself!!!

Believe in yourself…

That was the quiet mantra that Margaux played over and over in her head. From the time that she did not move to New York with Laure, as close as they were as sisters…New York was Laure’s dream not hers. When she doubted her decision when alone in Paris, she told Laure. Laure had told her:

“Believe in yourself.”

Margaux wrapped her arms about herself, and Rafe looked at her.

“Are you cold?”
She shook her head, and smiled.

Why was it with all of the things that she had been through in her life, that right now with him, she felt more insecure than she ever had? She knew she was beautiful, it was a curse and a blessing. She knew that Rafe wanted her and that was fine, she wanted him. But she had never wanted a man before that she knew there would be no chance to be in anything deeper with. Usually men wanted her, she was not one who needed to have a man however she could have him.

“Why is it,” Rafe questioned his hand on her lap. “that I feel nervous around you like I am a boy about to have my first woman?”

Margaux was startled to hear him say that but before she could say anything, his mouth slanted across her parted lips. She licked her lips after because they felt dry, but his moist mouth was on them again before she had finished. His tongue caressed the tip of hers, and his hand on her thigh slipped under her dress. Her dress was short, from her thighs to her wet labia was a simple sojourn for his hand. He barely touched her, and she was ready to come. One half circle on her clit with his finger, and she was completely undone.

“You’re good at this…” she smiled.

Rafe frowned.

“I am sorry…” she started, without even knowing why she was sorry. “What did I say wrong?”

Rafe studied her, and moved his hand from between her legs.

“This is not a game for me. I am not on a hunt…I want you…” He looked down at her thighs, and licked each finger that had been between her legs.

Margaux squirmed as he did so, looking in her eyes and not blinking.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, kissing her neck and nibbling on the soft tip of her ear.

He said beautiful to her, and her heart beat faster. She knew he thought she was beautiful by the way he looked at her, but to hear him say it. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation of his touch.

Until he stopped.

Her eyes shot open.

“I do not want to rush with you Margaux. I want you to believe in me, to believe in us…”

“Us?” she smirked.

Rafe did not smile.

“I want to get to know you, every part of you…”

His hand went under her dress again, and his fingers hooked inside of her. She gasped, and he moved his hand.

“I know how to touch you here,” he said and hooked his finger inside her again. She thought she was going to come until he moved his fingers. He trailed his long fingers up over her belly and between her breasts. He moved his finger in a half circle about one breast. “But I want to touch you here.”

His fingers on her heart, he did not know he already had touched her there.

But she did not believe enough in them to feel it.

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myrna loy and leslie howard via wikipedia

Wicked Wednesday #187 — Now!!!

Eliza would remember the reflection of the lantern, when he turned her on the staircase and arched her back like something out off of an old Hollywood movie. She would remember when they almost kissed, their faces close together and the aura of his breath making her quiver.

She had quivered when she saw Oscar in the restaurant. They had been to that restaurant before. She was not there because she wanted to see him, but because she wanted sushi. That was at least the narrative that she told herself.

It was not unlike the first time that they met. He was at the bar, sipping a drink. Eliza assumed whiskey because she knew that he liked that. She stood in front of him, and watched his breath move his body gently. Then increase with her proximity. Everything was fine with Rafe, she was in a much better place than when she had met Oscar that night. But she was alone, and he was alone. The way he looked at her, as his breath deepened and she stopped breathing all together.

She wanted him.

Now.

They used to go to that restaurant, because there was a hotel nearby that her company had an account with. Neither one of them was inhibited about renting a decadent room for the afternoon, in which to make love like it was their job.

His knees caressed the front of her body when she got closer to him. She looked at him, her heart light. She had not seen Oscar alone since before she and Rafe got back together.

She moved her lips to say something, and Oscar put his fingers to them. Eliza was not sure what inanity she was going to release from her mouth, but as soon as he touched it she knew she wanted him right then and there.

Oscar did not get his sushi, as he tilted her precariously over the winding staircase. She saw the reflection of the lantern upside down as he pressed his torso to hers.

Eliza swore that she saw a conspiratorial smile on the face of the hotel clerk, who she knew recognized them when they arrived.

Now, she kept thinking, now. Finally now they were going to be together, and it was all that filled her heart and mind.

“You did not get your food,” Eliza smiled, looking up at him. “You left your order there, and now we are never going to be able to go back there…”
Oscar’s lips pressed against hers on a slant. He almost kissed her on the staircase, but now he kissed her for real.

It was then that Eliza realized that Rafe had not meant to hurt her when he had gotten involved with Sandrine without telling her. Sometimes you wanted someone—now—and there was no time to ask if that was okay with your partner. You needed—she needed to be with Oscar…

Now.

She stepped out of the puddle of her dress on the floor, Oscar pressed his hands over her naked curves. He had established that they were not going to talk—yet—but she knew that he wanted to know if she had gone to work without any underwear at all.

But he did not say anything to her, as his hands pressed her buttocks and she rubbed herself against the front of him like a kitten. Eliza rubbed against him more provocatively, until he did slapped her backside over and over. She wanted to look in the mirror to see the redness, instead she closed her eyes and all she could see was the lantern reflected in the window as they left the restaurant where he left his food and decided it was time for dessert.

Now.

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Wicked Wednesday #186 — Summarize

“So to summarize,” Carla cornered Margaux in a corner of the party. “You met Rafe Stewart at your sister’s dinner party with his fiancee?”

“Yes,” Margaux said, her body still filled with the excitement of seeing him. She trembled just talking about him. “How do you know him?”
Carla stared at her.

“Do you know why he left the party?”

Margaux shook her head, as Carla beckoned her closer.

“Because Marcus?” Carla mouthed. “and him are kind of enemies.”

“Why?”

“Because Marcus did not fuck Eliza, and because Rafe did fuck Sandrine—who is married to Marcus.”

“Rafe and Eliza have an open marriage?” Margaux questioned.

Carla nodded.

“You like Rafe, don’t you? Be careful. He and Eliza have been through hell and back, but they are solid. He might get involved with you, but you will never be anything more than a sideshow to Eliza. Unless you are not looking for anything serious…”

Margaux felt woozy, as she finished her drink.

“I just said hi to him, there is no need for a warning Carla.”
“Hey, I am just looking out for you. Rafe can be damned charming. He can get a lot of women to drop their pants just from looking at him. You’re beautiful, if you just want a good time have it…but if you want more, be careful.”
Margaux did not go right away, but she did go outside of the house to get fresh air and because she felt her heart in her throat. She put her hand on her chest, and felt like she was in an old black and white movie from one of the studios.

One that Myrna Loy might have been in even.

Margaux turned around as if she felt someone looking at her.

“Rafe.”

She watched him, surprised he was there and not. It was like a part of her knew he would be there, but she was pleasantly surprised as well.

“I was thinking about going back in. For you…” he began.
“Rafe…”

“Margaux…”

When he mimicked her, she felt moved and discouraged. He made her feel so many contradictions. She wrapped her arms tight about herself, as he came closer to her.

“I just didn’t want it to seem like I left because I saw you…” Rafe continued.

“I know you didn’t—I knew it wasn’t me…”

Rafe studied her.

“You talked to Marcus…”
“No, Carla…”

Rafe frowned.

“Oh her…”

“She told me…”

“What?’

Margaux fell mute.

“Just tell me Margaux, what did Carla tell you about me?”

“She told me to be careful…”
Rafe looked at her, and she unfolded her arms.

“Why?”

“Because you are engaged to Eliza, who I know is beautiful and lovely and intelligent and…
“You are all of those things as well. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I saw you the last time. I was not expecting to see you again, and you have caused me a lot of trouble…”

Margaux stared at him, pointed at herself.

“Me?”

Rafe leaned against the house.

“Eliza and I have an open relationship. We just broke up because I did not tell her about a woman I got involved with, and I cannot live without Eliza…I do not know how I am going to tell her that I need to get to know another woman better. But I need to get to know you better Margaux.”
He took her hand and she trembled, as he lifted it to his lips. Margaux quivered under his kiss, as he looked into her eyes. “I do not have to go back in because I found you…”

He summarized her thoughts.

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myrna loy and clark gable via wikipedia

Wicked Wednesday #185 — Ode to Your Favorite Sex Toy

“I can never repay you for all you have done for me,” Margaux said to Carla, as they dressed in the tiny bathroom that could barely fit them both.

They had been closer to each other during the photo shoot. Carla was doing a photo shoot for a sex toy company’s website and once she had introduced them to Margaux, she was part of the shoot as well. The theme was ode to my favorite sex toy, and Margaux had never seen the toy in question before even in Paris.

“Oooh, I have them in several colors!” Carla had grinned, running her hand over the gold one. “And believe me the gold standard is the best…”

Margaux’s gold toy fell out of her purse in the bathroom. She and Carla almost collapsed in giggles, as they both clamored to pick up the gold toy that she was gifted after the shoot.

When they collected themselves, no one would have guessed that they had had such meager accommodations to get prepared in—they both looked like the gold standard in cocktail attire. Margaux especially, dressed literally in a gold cocktail dress and gold pumps.

They climbed into a cab, that was practically right out of the door when they left. In equally rapid fashion, Margaux stood in front of a huge television star.

“Marcus, this is Margaux.” Carla said in introduction.

“Margaux,” Marcus said, taking her hand. Kissing it. “Carla told me all about you, and showed me some of your work in Paris. We would love to audition you for an upcoming role on the show.”

Margaux was afraid that she was going to collapse. So much was happening so fast. It was almost too much. She made small talk with Marcus, and then she saw Rafe putting on his coat.

He paused when he made eye contact with her.

“Hey Carla, I see someone I know…”

“Who….”

Carla’s voice trailed behind her as she walked through the crowd, a little tipsy from expensive wine and itty bitty hors d’ oeuvres. She grabbed an hors d’oeuvre topped with a piece of rare meat on her way to where Rafe stood and shoved it into her mouth, and then paused in front of Rafe.

“I almost missed you…” she said, swallowing.

Rafe studied her in that way that he did that let her know that he thought she was beautiful, but most men did that.

“Yeah, I was just here for a minute. But I saw you…” He answered.

“Hi,” she whispered shyly.

Rafe looked at her.

“It’s good to see you Margaux. I hope New York is everything you want it to be. More.”

“It has been, I just met somebody who wants to audition me…”

“I have no doubt…I’ll see you at the next dinner, and I will be more careful with the gravy…”
They looked at each other for a long moment. Margaux looked after him after he left her, and she waved when he turned back.

“How do you know Rafe Stewart?”

Margaux turned to look at Carla.

“You know Rafe?”

Carla smiled at her.

“Oh honey, do I ever!”

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Wicked Wednesday #184 — Boundaries

“Eliza and Rafe are a lovely couple, aren’t they?”
Margaux sipped her tea with a soft smile as she looked at her sister, then feared that her cup went down with more of a thump than she had meant it to.“I knew it!” Laure said, eyeing her sister with righteous glee and pounding the table. I saw how you were looking at Rafe, and how he was looking at you…” “Stop it Laure! I was not looking at anybody like anything! Particularly not a married man!”

“He’s not married…”

“Engaged is basically married, and I want no part of that…”

Margaux got up, and walked out onto the balcony. She hoped that her sister would not follow her because she wanted a moment to herself, to look out at New York City which was not strange to her but was not home like Paris was.

It had been easy for her to forget about Eliza and Rafe when she saw them the first time, but the second time it was harder for her because she was very attracted to Rafe. And with the invisible leash that Eliza had on him, Margaux knew it was best to keep away from him.

But he spilled gravy on her, and and tried to make it as little of a deal as she could. She licked it off of her legs as comic relief, but she realized quickly it had not come off that way. When Margaux excused herself to the bathroom, she found herself aroused by the idea that Rafe had spilled warm gravy all over her legs. Her mind wandered quickly in ways she did not want it to, so she focused on cleaning up the gravy spill to center herself.

The rest of the evening went well, and without incident. Margaux had shaken Rafe from her thoughts, when Laure made her spot-on observation. Laure and her were almost like twins, they were so in tune with each other. It made her happy to see Laure in New York happy, and in her element.

Moving to New York was invigorating for her, or it would be. She had already made some contacts, and was finding work even outside of being a fetish model. At one of her shoots, she was in the background for an upcoming starlet’s magazine spread who also had a retro look to her. After the shoot they had had coffee together, and now they were becoming something of friends.

“I could introduce you to Marcus,” Carla said casually, since she was on first name terms with the very sexy actor of a show that Margaux was now caught up on since she was in the States. “You are beautiful, he will love you!”

“Sure!” she had said to Carla, who she was going to see later that day.

Margaux knew she was classically beautiful, she was not ashamed of that. Rafe had looked at her like most men look at her, recognizing she was beautiful but his invisible leash reined him in. Margaux knew that she had to put her own invisible leash on.

She was not about to have another tragic affair, in her so far theatrical love life…

She had to have boundaries…

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