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Creative

Sally loved the creative part of her job, but sitting on Calvin’s couch with her MacBook on her lap she was not thinking about her work. She was thinking that she loved him, and she wanted to say it in a creative way but she was going to settle for right now.

He was in the kitchen with an apron about this waist and he looked so serious. He was serious about food preparation, she learned that at his bar and in his home. The apartment always smelled unbelievable from his culinary inventions, and needless to say, there was always a wine that blew her mind. She had just put down a glass from almost before she was born. He was not so precious about wine that he would not savor something priceless every now and then.

She stood in front of him, and thought to herself there she was in her sweatpants, no makeup, and her hair tangled. What did she look like to him in front of him like that?

His silent answer was to rim the band of her sweats with his fingers and use the elastic to pull her pelvis close to him. He kissed her neck and slipped his whole hand into the front of her sweatpants. Sally moved against his fingers until he rubbed the wet core of her. A physical and emotional flood washed over her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I love you,” she said and watched his face to see what he was thinking.

“I know,” he said and nuzzled her. “I knew when you did not tell me you loved me, that you loved me.”

She nodded because he was right. She could smell her scent on his fingers when he hugged her, and she could smell her love right song with it. She had told him that she loved him because she could not keep it inside a moment longer, it scared and thrilled her. Being close to him though made her happier than she had been in a very long time, and if it was temporary it could burst at some point if it had to. But being in their bubble now was all that mattered.

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Everything I Loved

“I need you to tell me what you want Sally, I have been super patient with you and I want to know what you want from this,” Calvin said, as he poured more red wine for her. A red blend that she was not sure what grapes were in it, but she knew she liked the combination.

It felt like deja vu to her, as she looked at him from across the counter of the bar. The same place where they had met, and she had waited for him to take her home after his shift. She looked at him as she took a sip from her wine glass.

“What if I do not know what I want?” she posed the question and hoped she did not peak his ire.

Calvin stared at her.

“I do not believe that you do not know what you want.”

Sally looked at him with wide eyes, he knew she was lying but she did not want to tell him what she wanted. She did not know if she had a right to say what she wanted.

She caressed her glass of wine, and he watched her. He would not stop staring at her, and that unsettled her. He knew that she wanted him, how could he not? The way she surrendered to him over and over again. Their passion was like nothing she had ever experienced before, because there was nothing she was hiding or pretending. Oscar was the only other person she had given so much to, but there had been more barriers between them than she wanted to acknowledge.

She looked at Calvin, and he looked away.

The night wound down, she stayed in front of him all night barely touching her wine but he placed a bottle by her glass. She got up when he was starting to clean up, and he stopped her when she came around the bar. She looked hurt.

“Can’t you tell how I feel?” she pleaded.

Calving looked down at her,

“Maybe I need to hear as well sometimes, maybe I need to hear how you feel Sally. Because I love you, and you know that I love you.”

“You never said you loved me before,” she said, and her lip trembled as her eyes watered. “Why do you love me?”

He kissed her so thoroughly that her mouth was swollen with his kiss when he finally relented. She looked up at him.

“Because I don’t know how to stop…”

“I can’t tell you I love you, because I have lost everything I loved…” Sally looked up at him, and he kissed her tears.

“You’ll never lose me.”

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Like A Teenager

Sally looked at a picture of herself when she was a teenager. She looked so much like, or her daughter Chloe had looked so much like her.

Sally wished sometimes that she could go back to those times when she was young, and before all of the things that had happened to her had happened to her. Would she still have had Chloe? And this was not because she did not love her daughter, but because she wondered if she would have wanted to have her if she had known she was going to die so young and that she would be left to mourn and grieve for her?

But when she was born, Chloe was the most beautiful baby. She was a teenager still, but she had given birth to such a perfect and beautiful baby.

“Is that your daughter?”

Sally looked up at Calvin with a smile.

“No, this is me.”

“Beautiful,” he said and kissed her forehead. She reached for his hand, She wanted to feel him. She wanted him close.

He pulled her up by one hand, and kissed her mouth.

It felt so soothing to have him look at her and touch her. It was a way for her to decompress and not think so much about her pain.

He had only given her joy so far.

The sad tears on her face turned to warm, happy ones.

She was not a teenager anymore, but her feelings and her needs were almost adolescent. His hand inside her blouse felt almost like innocence. Although her nipple was achingly hard.

She ached for more.

Her feelings for him were effusive like those of a teenager, but with none of the emotional or physical innocence anymore.

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Her Favorite Mistake

Calvin wrapped his arms about Sally. It was not a warm day, but it was not that cold as they sat on the ground by the calla lillies she had placed on the grave of her daughter.

She had told him about Chloe, that she had died too young. But it was here that she told him about how she died, and the short estrangement they had had leading up to her death.

“She was like me, she fell in love with the wrong man and it was her undoing.”

Calvin kissed her damp temple and damp cheek. He was silent, but he wondered if she meant that so literally. Was he just another bad chocie to her? or would he have a real chance with her?

He helped her up, and her slightly soiled coat did not seem to bother her as she looked down at the white calla lillies and the headstone that had a picture of the girl who looked like a younger version of her mother. It made him lachrymose as well because she was so young and beautiful and she should not be dead.

At home—well his apartment—Sally clung to him. He could not resist her, but he was not sure what she wanted so soon after the mournful event they had shared together. She caressed his face, and stood on her toes to kiss him.

“Please,” she said kissing him, until he could not resist and followed her to the couch. She slowly unbuttoned her coat and her dress and without panties on, he immediately stared at the apex atop her shapely thighs. He watched her spread her legs and look at his lips. He licked his lips, before he kissed her there and then stuck his tongue in.

Sally ran her hands through his hair, and he licked her greedily. Needing that affirmation from her, and needing to feel as close fo her as he could.

To be her favorite mistake if that was all he was to her.

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Melting

Calvin caressed Sally’s foot. She had balked at him playing with them so intensely when he started, as she was spilled all over his body. Now she looked at him from the pillow on the couch with soft eyes as he kissed the ball of her foot, and he could tell she was not just feeling it there.

There was so much about her that he learned the more they were together. He had wanted to know more about her when he saw her at the bar, waiting for that ill-fated date that made him want to be able to approach her. She had been taken advantage of enough that night, and he was not trying to make her think he was just another guy.

He was tender with her then, and more tender with her now. But he was careful with her because there was a lot going on that she did not tell him. Sally gave him her body freely, but she was more closed with her mind. Calvin knew she had been hurt before, he knew that she had experienced great loss but he did not force her to say more. She would give him what she wanted, and he would accept everything as a gift. She was the most special woman he had been with in a long time, and he wanted to make her feel as good as he could.

He kissed the ball of her foot, licked it and then sucked her toes watching her melt against him. A soft moan slipped from her lips, and that look. The look she gave him was worth everything to him.

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Retro: Elaborate

Looking back on Sally, so you can understand why she is so haunted—another retro post about the time Eliza pulled out a knife on her…

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Can you please put the knife down?” Sallyquestioned softly, as she studied Eliza. It really was only then that Eliza realized that she was holding the knife menacingly.

“I-I had someone come into my apartment and they tried to…” Eliza began to explain.

“I know, I feel like I know everything about you because Oscar is always telling me something new about you.” Sally sighed.

Eliza shrugged, as she realized that she had drawn blood in her palm with the blade of the knife she still held in a non-threatening manner now.

“I came here to ask you,” Sally held her hands together as if in prayer. “Does he tell you so much about me?”

Laughing, Eliza tucked her hair behind her ear.

“No, because you have barely told him anything to tell me about you.”

Sally smiled ruefully.

“I am asking you not to interfere with our relationship. Your relationship with him was marred by a lot, and I love him and I want a chance—“

“To what? What do you want a chance to do? Elaborate!”

Sally sashayed before her, and Eliza watched her with incredulity.

“—to love him.” Sally finished.

Eliza was silent, to love him. She had loved Oscar, and she was not sure if that was the reason that she did not want to let go…or if she truly just could not believe that Sally would really love him.

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Retro: Merry Christmas

This is an older Christmas post of mine that I always loved. It was inspired by the fact that that Christmas eve, I was in a car on a pitch-black road…I might need to revisit Polly and Colin again…

Polly was somewhere between wake and sleep, thinking to herself that Oscar did not really know her.
She did not tell him about the time that she was dressed as Little Bo Peep, she had kept it a seductive secret, and he had went along with it. But now she remembered that time, and driving with the guy that was with her.
Driving down a road that barely had any lights. All he could do was drive down the yellow line as the headlights shined on it. She was in the backseat of the car, quiet and dazed. There was a drop of blood on her white Little Bo Peep costume. Her finger kept caressing the tiny wound on the inside of her arm as she looked out of the window at the woods. She caressed where she had been opened, her flesh a tiny slice because Colin wanted to taste her. Taste her blood. The first time he told her, she thought he was joking. But when she had a paper cut, and he sucked her cut so slowly and sensually she knew otherwise.
She thought that Goth had to have a certain kind of look. But Colin did not have that. He was gentle and tender with her, but it was not her lifestyle.
But she let him cut her, and suck from her. She felt giddy that night driving with him, and it was a cute thing to do when she was young. They were young and in love and it was wonderful while it lasted.
She met him years later, an eclectic art buyer as a potential client…it was different that time when they were both adults, but she was too driven to really be committed to him, Colin accepted that of her.
He still liked to taste her, he was the only man she had ever been with who enjoyed making love when she had her period. No one else had ever liked that. But he did. His blood lust at that time was more incidental.
He was the one who loved de Lempickas, and he was still a client. But now he lived in Paris.
She was standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, and saw Colin. His intense face studying hers. When he touched her, so softly she was not even sure that he was touching her, her face got very damp. It was snowing and it felt like Christmas, but her face was moister than the falling snow would have made it. She thought she was bleeding, but he was bleeding instead when he held his hand before her and she shook in the dream then opened her eyes.
Awake again, she touched her face, and all she felt was the soft drool that was on the side of her mouth and she could smell Oscar’s warm scent. She looked at him, and he stared at her. She smiled, as he touched her face the same way that Colin had touched her face in the dream. Shivering in a way that she played off more as desire, she remembered how every time she dreamt about Colin he would return in her life. Especially if she felt him the way that she felt him in her between an actual dream state.
But she was with Oscar now, Oscar who made her feel light, and who probably would never go to that blood place with her. That vampiric desire that she felt with Colin, a dark desire that she loved incredibly but that she could never live with forever.
Blood was not forever.
Polly caressed Oscar and his warmth was so alive, so lovely. She pressed her body to him, and he held her close.
“You are pure as the driven snow,” he said to her.
Kissing him, his taste was lovely. Light. She flicked her tongue as if trying to catch snow as a child, returning his kiss.
Not quite, she thought, not quite so pure as that. But she loved that he saw her that way…now…

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Retro: (Not) Sad

Sally is quite the character, in case you forgot how she goes along with this series…here is an older post.

Eliza was not sad about Oscar and Sally. First off she had no right to be. Before this most recent incarnation of their intimate relationship, she had been telling Oscar about Terrence. And now they were at an intimate lounge with Sally–so she better not be.

Oscar had gotten up from the table to get drinks—he had not had to ask either woman what she wanted to drink. Sally looked at her when he walked away, with a smile.

“You know Oscar started telling me about you when we were driving up here, and I was a little,” she smiled, and looked at Eliza with eyes that Eliza could not decipher. “I was a little jealous because I was his first relationship, but you were his first adult relationship. The way he picked you up in the bar, because he could tell, and the fact that even when you are not together there is still a draw. A magnet…”

“Well it is the same with you, no? I was jealous of you from the way that he described you. The way that you had him, and stayed in his mind. And then you appeared, but now I am not jealous. You’re lovely, and I want Oscar to have all of the love that he wants. I want him to be happy.”

Sally nodded.

“Me too, I will always love him, I want him to have everything he wants.”

Oscar came back with their drinks and each woman took hers, intuitively knowing that it was her drink. Oscar sat in the middle of them. Sally put her hand on his thigh, and kissed his jaw. Eliza cuddled closer to him, and in the view of Sally’s ease with his body, felt competitive with her.

Sally caressed his thigh, and plied him with kisses, and Eliza placed her hand on his knee. Oscar looked unsettled, Eliza was not sure if it was because he was being touched or what. They were in an adult club, which she had thought was by chance.

Apparently it was not for Sally, who moved her hand from Oscar’s thigh, and pulled down her dress at the top—she was not wearing a bra–and pulled up her dress from the bottom.

She was not wearing panties.

Eliza was not sure what was going to happen, Oscar looked at Sally with pure lust, his scotch trembling in his hands. Eliza stared at Sally too, she was beautiful and wanton, and she knew what she wanted.

Oscar.

Eliza leaned over, and whispered in his ear.

“I’m okay with whatever you want to do, I am not upset or sad or anything about this. I want you to be happy. Do what you want.”

Eliza moved away from him, and he put his hand on her thigh.

“I want both of you, now.”

Looking between him and Sally, Eliza swallowed. She had never had a threesome, and she wanted to give Oscar what he wanted but she did not know what she wanted.

“Did you plan this,” she asked Oscar, and looked at Sally who was pleasuring herself.

Oscar shook his head.

“No, I came in here with no intentions, but now. Watching Sally, and having you here too? That is what I want.”

He kissed her, and Eliza could not say that she was not unfazed by the sexy environment. Or the beauty and sensuality of Oscar and Sally…

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Poisonous

Sally liked after.

She liked after with Calvin, his bigger body pressed up behind hers and his large arm across her. His hand was nestled between her legs and she liked the feeling of him there. The feeling of possession even though what was even between the two of them?

It was only supposed to be one time because that was all she could afford emotionally, and it ended up being several times. Staying over at his place and having him cook for her. He liked to take care of her—hadn’t that been from the beginning when he warded off her bad suitor?

She liked being taken care of, she had been through so much. She wanted to be taken care of and to be pampered.

Calvin always made sure she was ready for sex, the way he touched her. He made sure that she wanted him. She was so desperate for him, that she often nuzzled his denim-covered pelvis. He would had not even unzipped his pants, and she would rub her face against him and take in his scent.

Now after she had unzipped him, she was lying against him her body ruminating from the pleasure he had given her.

She felt happy.

And it still scared her because nothing had ever ended up well for her as far as relationships. She did not blame all of the people she was with. She had to put some of the blame on herself because she was the only part of the equation that did not change. She was the poisonous part maybe, and she was the reason why everything went bad.

Now she was lying against Calvin and he had no idea she was poisonous, slithering like a snake and she might contribute to their ruin.

She couldn’t wish for the best, because the best had already passed her by…

“What are you thinking about, “I can feel your brain racing!” Sally pressed herself closer to him.

And said nothing.

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Retro: Suitcase

In case some of you following this series forgot who Sally is, before I continue her story, here is a retro post about her and Oscar.

BTW I am doing the Top 3 for Wicked Wednesday this week—so excited!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Oscar was headed to work, when he saw a woman struggling with a suitcase. He was normally kind about helping women, but this woman in particular had caught his attention for reasons he could not identify. She was curvaceous and well-dressed, and as he approached her there was a bit of deja vu. Something about her scent…

“Can I help you?” he inquired.

When the woman tuned around with a smile, he froze.

“Oscar?”

He nodded, since he was rendered mute.

“Sally?”

She looked at him and when she let go of the bag, he could not let go of the sight of her. She was in a tailored suit that showed off all of her curves—each curve he knew. He remembered what she felt like the way that you never forget how to play an instrument. He knew exactly where he could touch her to change the expression on her face.

And he knew she could do the same to him.

She held her arms open, and Oscar was afraid to touch her. He was afraid if he did what would jar his memory. He had talked about her hypothetically with Eliza, but he never imagined that he would see her again.

He pulled her into his arms, and pressed his face to her hair.

“How have you been?” she asked, as they pulled away.

“Good,” he said, running his hands through his hair. “I was just talking about you to someone. Saying what a mess I was before I met you.”

“You were never a mess Oscar, just young. I was young too then, I’m not like that anymore.”

“Are you coming or going?” He gestured toward her suitcase.

“Coming,” she smiled.

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