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Wicked Wednesday #320 — Symphony

Beethoven’s Symphony No. 5 was playing in the background while they waited for food at the cafe. Eliza looked at Jeanne a lot out of the corner of her eye. There was something about Jeanne, she reminded her of someone she knew. At first she could not place it, but then she realized that it was her father that Jeanne reminded her of.

Usually she did not make instafriends with someone, but she was doing okay with Jeanne. She was doing a lot of things his time that she had not done before. Now that she had broken up with Rafe again, and this time she meant it.

She went to the apartment while he was gone and took the things that she needed to live and left everything else. She did not want to fight with him or go through a lot, she just wanted to be separate. She ignored his calls, and this time he did not call as much as he had called her the last time they broke up. This was the third breakup, and this one was more major than the others.

“Are you okay?” Jeanne asked Eliza, turning to look at her as their food arrived.

Eliza had not even smelled the deeply fragrant food that had arrived which let her know that she had not really been sitting there, she had not been present. But she smiled and shook her head.

“I am fine, just a lot going on and I got caught up for a second. Would you like some of mine?” She offered her bowl to Jeanne.

The cafe was Italian and Japanese fusion, after the owner of the same heritage. The food was sensational. Eliza picked up her chopsticks, but nonverbally expressed she would not eat anything until Jeanne did.

That was what Jeanne did that was so similar to her father, well one of the things. She had a quiet manner, and impeccable manners. She was attentive to both Eliza and Terrence.

Terrence caught her eye, and Eliza looked at him squarely before starting to eat after she was satisfied that Jeanne had taken enough of her offered entree.

Then she disappeared again with each bite.

All of a sudden she was not so distraught about not being with Rafe anymore, which had been unfathomable just weeks ago. Eliza was intrigued how seamless their break had been. How easy it was this time, and how eager she was to have something new.

A completely new life with new experiences, and ultimately new people. Her mind raced with possibilities, and Beethoven’s symphony soothed her….

More Wicked Wednesday here, and see what Jeanne thinks of Eliza tomorrow for Fleur Friday!🌺🌷🌹

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Masturbation Monday No. 202 — Solicitation

Sabrina wandered in the area of the hotel, but did not go in. She did not know if she was going to see Drew—he gave her his card like she was going to seek him out. She had no intention of doing so…

…except there she was wandering outside like a prostitute. The prostitute that he had insinuated that she was when he pounded her in his hotel room like she was a stranger, when she thought that he must have know who she was.

She was caught up in these thoughts, when she walked right into him. He looked at her with the dark eyes that he looked at her with the last time they were together, and he held her now in the street because she almost lost her footing.

There was no conversation between them. Her being there was an admission that she wanted what had happened between then again. He took her hand like she was a girlfriend, like she was Sasha Grey or Riley Keough in The Girlfriend Experience. She had recollected her balance, and walked confidently in her high heels.

It was practically a routine that they had gotten down pat, after only the one time together. She put on the wig, and bent over the mattress after she pulled up her dress.

No underwear.

This was where the variation began. He caressed her ass for along time, before she heard him unbuckle his belt. He let the cool buckle of the belt rub up and down her ass, along the divide. She was so wet she was afraid that Drew could see, and would scorn her. If he did, he did not say a word as he spanked her with the belt and she tried to hide that she came immediately. She was that needy for the sensation—any sensation—and when he slipped inside her both of them groaned desperately with their need to be consumed by sensation.

Drew held her, spooned her over the bed, and would not let her go. Sabina needed that, she needed to feel him hold her and pull her close to him. After there was enough of that—well enough for her—she pulled down her dress and walked out of his hotel room. She did not want to linger with him for another second.

Between her legs held all of the evidence, as Sabrina strutted through and out of the hotel back into the sun like a spotlight on her.

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Elust #107 — Release

I am so happy to have my first Fleur Friday be included as part of Elust! There will be a new Fleur Friday…on Friday! Get caught up with Jeanne–and Eliza’s story–if you have not already…

There are so many great entries for Elust this month–take a look!

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Welcome to Elust 108–

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Feeling Compersion

Invisibility

To baldly go

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Cut Throat
The City I Love To Hate

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Legend Told

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Fleur Friday No. 4 — Sisters

Jeanne’s pace increased as she heard the heavy tread of footsteps behind her. It was the middle of the day, but this was New York and it was clear that she was being followed.

“Excuse me, wait, miss?”

Jeanne turned around, and within minutes of their last encounter, she was again looking Eliza in the eyes. As if the thought, somehow secured that it would happen. There she was looking her sister–who did not know that she was her sister–in the eye.

“I saw you at the cafe, and I felt like I knew you. You look familiar. Do I?” Eliza continued, wide eyed and with a hopeful smile.

Jeanne shrugged, it was a now or never moment. But did she want to blurt out on a SoHo Street that she was her sister? Did she want to bring all of that up, and open Pandora’s box on Crosby Street?

“You are Eliza Morton, right? I am a writer, I’ve covered the art scene. I just had that moment when you think you know someone and you do, but you don’t. We have never spoken before, but I have seen you. My name is Jeanne Bordeaux.” Jeanne extended her hand instinctively.

“Oh! Indeed, I have read your articles, do you want to…” Eliza looked flustered, taking Jeanne’s hand. “I mean I followed you out into the street, I am with my boyfriend having coffee, maybe dinner. Join us? Are you in a rush?”

Jeanne smiled, it could not hurt and maybe it was the most delightful serendipity. She shrugged.

“Sure, why not. I was headed to a gallery for a look at an artist, but there is no rush.”

The two of them walked back to the cafe where Eliza’s boyfriend was sitting. Was that the reason why she and her fiancé had broken up? Maybe her sister was better off than she thought, from seeing her love life in bits and pieces in the newspaper?

“I did know this lady!” Eliza beamed at the man. “She is the writer Jeanne Bordeaux?”

“Oh Ms. Bordeaux, I have heard of you too. Read some of your articles,” He put put his hand for her to shake it.

“Jeanne, call me Jeanne.”

“Jeanne, I am Terrence.”

Jeanne sat on her hands as she eased into the booth beside Eliza to ease their shaking. She was so nervous, she had never been this close to Eliza before, or spoken to her! She was at a loss for what was going to happen between them.

Whatever happened it would be an education, that is for sure on both learning about her sister and learning who she would be in this situation.

Find out more about Jeanne’s education, every Fleur Friday. Follow Eliza’s story here. This week the Wicked Wednesday theme was education which you can read more of here.

Wicked Wednesday #319 — Educate

Neither Eliza or Terrence could resist looking at her naked ring finger. They went to a cafe nearby the hotel that was now her home, and her naked finger seemed to be all the aphrodisiac that Terrence needed because he could not keep his hands off of her. His hand at her waist to usher her into every door he held for her, his hand for emphasis on her arms and thighs for even her sighs. He kept looking at her finger like it was inexplicable that her ring was not on it, even though she was telling him the story.

“You know, the first and only time I ever cheated on Rafe was when Oscar picked me up in a bar. I was miserable about my engagement even then, and I keep coming full circle.” she confided, taking a sip of her espresso. “And I broke it off before, but we got back together because we had been together so long and I could not imagine what it would be like not to be with him.”

“Do you still love him?”

Eliza stared at Terrence. The word love from his mouth was like a foreign language, she could not grasp the sound nor think of the letters that could form this word for such a nebulous emotion or action? What was love? Did she even know what love was? She needed an education on the word, and the notion.

When she looked away from him, her eyes caught those of a woman who was staring right at her from the street and there was something familiar about the eyes. The woman had eyes like her father, and that made Eliza smile at her. The woman continued to stare at her, and then turned and walked away.

Aside from looking like her father, there was something familiar about the woman like she had seen her before. Eliza felt her own frown with confusion, as she watched the woman walk away. There was something about her stride, and Eliza was sure that she knew her. She squeezed Terrence’s hand on top of her upturned one, and walked out of the the cafe to follow the woman who had almost turned the corner.

More Wicked Wednesday here, and if you want to know what happens after Eliza follows the familiar woman down the street, read my next Fleur Friday on when else, this coming Friday!

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Masturbation Monday No. 201, Kink of the Week, July 1-16

Sabrina wore the wig back to Harry’s. When she left the hotel after Drew, she did not wear it because there were people who would know she was Nichy if they saw her. But in his apartment, she realized that Harry would not have any idea who Nichy was.

When she walked into the livingroom, she played with the wig, as Harry studied her.

“What is with the wig?” he asked, watching her spit strands of the hair out of her mouth.

“I don’t know,” she said shyly and coyly at once. “I just felt like playing around.”

Harry stood up, pulled a handful of her hair into his fist, and kissed her.

This was what Sabrina wanted, this cocktail of passion and roughness.

Drew had been rough with her, but it had felt very different. It had felt like he had an agenda, it had felt like he wanted to hurt her. And for dizzying moments with all of the endorphins running through her, she wanted him to hurt her. He fucked her like she was a toy for his penis. Like she was a mold of the woman that wanted to imagine he was with, while realizing or not that he was with that woman. If she put her finger where he had been, she would still feel the hurt that he almost caused her while he pleasured her.

Harry pulled her closer, still with her hair in his fist and kissed her almost painfully. She wanted him to be rough. She wanted to be rough with him, her nails grazing his scalp. He grunted in response to her nails on his skin, and smacked her bottom as he pushed her onto the couch.

It was different with Harry than it had been with Drew. Harry was rough, but he was still considerate. He held her, and held her hand afterward. She looked in his eyes, and their color scalded her.

No matter how she wanted to pretend that he was not important, no matter how many people she was with, it was still Harry that scalded her memory.

Even as she resurrected Nichy, and he had no idea…

Her fingers on herself, she wondered what else Drew had that was meant to resemble her. Did he remember her cunt from memory, and have a toy made and maybe he caressed the wig she was wearing now while he fucked himself with it?

Had she scalded his memory?

More Masturbation Monday here, more Kink of the Week here:

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Fleur Friday No. 3 — Newspaper

Jeanne hugged Karys, before she got out of her car and walked up to her apartment. In her apartment, she wrapped her arms about herself. Thoughts of Mal filled her head, he had been texting her floral texts since she left.

She really was his Fleur.

She liked spending time with Karys who was like a sister to her, and even more. It was ironic that she was so close to a friend like this, when she actually had a sister who she did not know—and did not want to know.

Her father had left her mother before she was born, and her mother never said she was pregnant. Why would she have? Her father was marrying another woman, and she was not the type of woman who wanted to trap a man. She raised Jeanne on her own, and Jeanne never wanted for anything. Her childhood was a fanciful one, that fueled her creativity and made her a writer. She was working as a writer as a teenager getting paid, and never stopped getting paid for it.

It was not until her mother died, that she found through her mother’s things pictures of a man that she clearly looked like and in her mother’s journal entries she discovered his name and saw pictures of him with his wife…

…and daughter.

The life that Jeanne did not have with a mother and father, was given to his other daughter, Eliza.

Eliza Morton was an art specialist, and socialite who was getting married to a wealthy businessman. She often saw pictures of her in newspapers and magazines. Jeanne sometimes had articles concurrently in the periodicals, and so she and her sister would be in them at the same time.

Jeanne was padding barefoot around her apartment, when she picked up the paper and skimmed through it. Pages in, indeed, she did see a photo Eliza but she clutched the paper tightly when she read the caption.

Eliza Morton heads to work with a gourmet coffee and looks elegant as one of the artworks she sells, days after her rumored split from her fiance.

Jeanne felt something stir inside of her, that she had never felt before. It had always seemed to her that Eliza was the lucky one, it never occurred to her that Eliza had problems or anything unhappy in her life. She had their father’s love, the rich fiancé and Jeanne felt like the bohemian Cinderella step-sister. But now, now she wondered if Eliza was happy and if she needed someone—a sister to be there for her.

She had never wanted to meet Eliza before. But she wondered if now was the time when she felt like this, seeing her in print.

More Fleur Friday here, and read more about Eliza here.

Wicked Wednesday #318 — Recreate

It was not a scene Eliza had ever intended to recreate, but there she was alone in a hotel room without her engagement ring.

Again.

It was the second time she took off her ring, and meant it.

She did everything all over again with Rafe, threw the ring at him screamed so much that her throat was sore but her eyes remained dry.

There was nothing to cry about.

And then a text from Terrence broke her reverie, and she thought that she would be nauseous. She felt like he was bad juju, that if Lila had never texted him she would not be in this place.

Alone, and wanting to be that way.

She put her phone facedown, because she kept seeing Terrence’s name.

Why was it that she had just called off her engagement—again—but she was upset about Terrence—again?

When she heard a knock at her door, she pinched her thigh because she had forgotten to turn off her GPS location so at the door could be a number of people who had access to where she was. Eliza could not pretend that she was not there, but she took her sweet time getting up and opening the door.

Terrence.

“Did you mean to visit Lila?” she practically spat, and was embarrassed by her vitriol.

Terrence looked at her puzzled, in the way that he did that was boyish and sexy, but right now she felt nauseous as she looked at him.

“What?”

She turned away from him, and heard him close the door behind him.

“Why was she calling you?”

Terrence’s expression switched from puzzled, to understanding.

“And the first thing is that I am involved with her again, right? I don’t have to lie to you Eliza. I thought we were honest with each other.”

“So now you are not seeing her?”

“No,” Terrence said stiffly.

Eliza chuckled darkly.

“Well good, because my ex is seeing her now so, I guess she cannot juggle you both!”

“What? Your ex?”

“The engagement is off.”

She raised her hand at him to show him her naked finger, and the gesture seemed obscene.

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Masturbation Monday (Happy) No. 200!!! — The Accident

It was an accident. Sabrina meant to call Jeanne. But she accidentally called Drew because she had been looking at his contact information on her phone, and she had hung up when she heard his voice. But he still called back.

“Hello?” His accent filled the line, and she hung up because that was not what she had meant to do.

It was equally an accident that she saw him at where else? Her own personal love hotel, where she had a foursome with Harry, Carole and Gui. Where she met Renee for a series of trysts, and now where she saw Drew. Should she really have been so surprised to see him there? He was friends with Carole, and for all she knew maybe they were sleeping together now.

When Drew saw her, he did not know right away who she was. But then he turned around, and really looked at her. Sabrina stared at him blankly, as if she thought a new hair color, fragrance and makeup would make someone who had been intimate with her forget who she was.

“Nichy?”

At this point, Nichy did feel like another person to her, someone she had been so long ago that she did not remember who that even was.

“Nichy?”

Sabrina shook her head, and Drew took her arm.

“You look exactly like a woman that I cannot forget…do you want to help me forget her?” He took in her scent, and wriggled his nose indicating that he was not familiar with her perfume. “Can you help me forget her?”
So it was an accident, when he took her to yet another room in this now legendary hotel to her, and started fucking her before they even got into the room. He lacked finesse, as he pulled her dress up and pressed himself to her.

This was how he took her when he could not wait anymore. When she wriggled her ass against him, he smacked it hard.

“Stop, you are going to make me come too fast. Wait, wait!” He panted.

Turning just her head to look at him, Sabrina saw him go into his suitcase, and pull out a wig…that looked like her hair did when she was Nichy. He thrust the wig into her hands.

“Put this on,” he demanded, and Sabrina did what he said. He studied her for a moment. “Perfect, now turn around.”

Sabrina turned around, and he felt between her legs.

“Soaking wet, were you waiting for me? Or did I take you away from someone else?”

Sabrina moaned as her fingered her, as he let his finger slip into her she cried out.

“Be quiet, I want to forget, and don’t look at me.”
Sabrina bit her lip, as he pushed into her. She tasted the blood as he rammed in and out of her. In and out, until she felt his hot come fill her and she gasped because he did not use a condom, and she was a little panicked.

Did she really believe that he did not know she was Nichy, while he fucked her like this?

When he was done, he groaned and pushed her away from him. He reached for his wallet at first, and then he laughed.
“You are not a pro are you?” he questioned. “Well not a whore, at least are you? That was pretty good.”

Sabrina looked at him, and shook her head. She excused herself into the bathroom to wipe away any evidence of the accident.

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While Sabrina was having an accident, Jeanne had her own hands full–introducing Fleur Fridays!!!

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Elust No. 107 — Driving Lessons

Photo courtesy of Cammies on the Floor

I do not know how to drive, but I was able to use driving lessons as a metaphor. Sure does feel good to be part of Elust again–see who else joined me!

Welcome to Elust 107–

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #108? Start with the rules, come back July 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Baby making…

I thought of GotN while fucking

Man-struation

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Room 401

Compost

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

The Shadows Fall Behind You

Blogging

How and If to Continue

Erotic Fiction

Conference
driving lessons
Elegant is as Elegant does
Naked in the Rain
I’ll Watch
The Muse
Underdog
On the Dark Side
Cosmic
The Shadows Fall Behind You
The Key to Room 237 – The Embrace.

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

On Letting Go
Not Bad, but Not Good
His Voice (and other things)
Compersion and the Green-Eyed Femdom
Kinky Fuckery

Erotic Non-Fiction

Our Largest Organ
The lovers joined
The Comfort of Familiar Sex

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Outside the Bubble
Are you on Collarspace.com? Read this
Selling Worn Knickers
My naked Mistress

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