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Fleur Friday No. 2 — Les Fleurs du Mal

Mal with a naked face, lying on his side looking at her made Jeanne feel fragile. That was why he called her Fleur, a play on Baudelaire’s Les Fleurs du Mal.

She was his fleur–his flower.

“Your corpse flower maybe!” she would chide, but this time, she wanted to be fragile to him.

To be his flower.

She left Mal, a long kiss by his door, and ran her tongue over his lips like her tongue was lipstick for their finale.

On the street below, she still felt fragile but now she was alone. She was headed to brunch with her friend Karys. Karys was her closest friend, they talked all the time and had brunch often.

Karys always looked like the night before had been a long one. As a behavioral therapist, Karys had a very rough job at times. She had helped a lot of teenagers, but she had lost some. And on top of it, the reasons why Karys wanted to help others had a lot to do with her own upbringing. She was razor sharp about other people though, and read Jeanne at least like a book.

Karys was at the bar when she got there with a bloody mary. Her greeting kiss which caught Jeanne a little on the lips was spicy, and vodka laced.

“Morning babe,” Karys said, getting up as the hostess intuitively led them to their table.

Jeanne smiled when the same hostess looked between the two of them knowingly. People often thought that there was something between them. There was something, but it was extremely complicated. Jeanne just knew that they were going to be friends for life.

“So Mal is good, because his little Fleur is blooming!” Karys stuck out her tongue at her.

Jeanne stuck out her tongue, and licked her lips.

“Yeah, he is beautiful, it was hard to leave him.”

“You could have invited him.”

Jeanne shook her head. Her relationship with Mal was—complicated—what relationship in her life was not complicated? But Karys and Mal together might be a little too much for her at the moment. She ordered a peach bellini, and surveyed her friend.

“So how was your last night?”

Karys grinned at her knowingly.

“I don’t remember it all chronologically, but it was manageable and I had at least one orgasm so that is a win.”

“I had multiple…” Jeanne grinned, and Karys gave her a high five.

“We have everything you know? Good jobs with just enough edge, and good sex. What more can one want in their life? And no families to tie us down.”

Jeanne smiled down wanly at her peach bellini, as it was placed in front of her. What Karys said was right, but why did she always feel like there was more she wanted? Like her interests should be even more varied? What was she interested in doing next, or interested in starting to do?

Jeanne is my new character, for this new series. She is connected to Eliza and Sabrina, but her story is a standalone—take a look at their stories while you wait for more Jeanne!

Jeanne’s story will always use the latest prompt from Wicked Wednesday…

les fleurs du mal via wikipedia

Wicked Wednesday #317 — Interest

Her renewed interest in Lila had started because she saw that Lila had called Terrence, never would she have imagined that she would be here. That she would have waken up, and see Lila’s face looking like a dominatrix would appear on Rafe’s phone.

Rafe? Eliza immediately reached to attack him, when she realized she was pummeling the mattress.

Eliza was panicking as she got out of bed, and did not even see Rafe. Presently she saw Lila—and red.

She held his phone like it was on fire, and stormed over to him when she finally found him.

“Lila? Are you serious? Lila?”

Rafe looked at her, his face was bemused. He took the phone from her.

“We are still here? You checking my phone?”

Eliza took the phone, and threw it at the wall.

“No, you do not get to do that! You do not get to make it about me! That I was wrong! LILA?” she repeated indignantly.

“Who is Lila?”

Eliza strided across the kitchen, picked up the phone with its now cracked mirror and handed it to Rafe.

“TAKE A LOOK AT YOUR DAMNED PHONE! THAT IS WHO LILA IS!”

She threw the phone next to the pan where he was making breakfast, and Lila’s stunningly beautiful face was on his screen again.

Rafe looked down at his phone, This time his face was not bemused, this time he knew very well who Lila was. But now Eliza saw that the phone said Dom above Lila’s face. Maybe he did not know her name, but that did not make a difference! The face was Lila’s, and she felt nauseous.

“WHO IS LILA? I DON’T BELIEVE YOU! SHE IS CALLING YOU RIGHT NOW!” she started again, not completely convinced. Her fiancé was a good actor.

Rafe looked at his phone.

“This is Domino, I do not know who—any Lila.”

And then Eliza blacked out.

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And tomorrow, start reading my newest series, Jeanne! Find out how she and Eliza are connected.

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Masturbation Monday #199 —Prince Harry

“You like falling in love more than anything. More than loving or being in love, you love the sensation of falling,” Jeanne had said between her cigarette in one hand, and her gin in the other while surveying her friend.

Jeanne’s words stayed with Sabrina long after the two women parted. She did not see Jeanne often, but every time she did see her, she was falling for someone new. There she had been in the bar, getting day drunk and telling Jeanne all about Harry.

Because she was always talking about Harry.

Prince Harry, well the prince in her dreams, so her Prince Harry.

But could she imagine herself and Harry like the Royals? The big wedding, and everything that came with that? It scared her to be honest, and she was not sure why.

The commitment.

Jeanne’s words stayed with her, as she walked into their apartment. She could smell Harry was already there, deeper than just the top notes of his scent, she could smell his essence like smoke. Her nose followed the scent until she was just under his arm, her nose in the sweet pit of him. His scent raged like a fire, and he pulled her into his heat.

Sabrina hummed a French melody that Jeanne was hummed when they were together. Her French was awful, but she sang the words that she knew and Harry looked down at her.

“Did you meet with your French friend?” Harry questioned, looking into her eyes.

Sabrina nodded.

“That is my best French when I am with her. All the words I know, and understand.”

“Voulez-vous couchez avec moi?” Harry said, sticking his tongue out.

“Everyone knows what that means,” Sabrina whispered, leaning up and Harry leaned down more so their tongues touched.

And when their tongues touched, she needed more to touch. She kissed his chest, and dipped her tongue into the pit of his arm. She knew he was sensitive there. In response, he pressed her to the wall.

“You don’t like me to be gentle do you, you like me to be rough with you…”

He kissed the top of her head, as he pulled up her skirt. She could hear his finger click, as he touched between her legs with her wetness. She was already wet, neither one of them was surprised.

“You are always wet,” he said, and pushed his fingers into her mouth.

Sabrina could taste her own heat, and was afraid that she would combust, as he moved his fingers, and replaced them with his mouth.

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romeo and juliet via wikipedia

Fleur Friday No. 1 — Release

Jeanne placed the newspaper next to her in the backseat of the town-car. The driver had left newspapers and magazines in the back, so passengers could read them while he was driving them to their destination. Newspapers reminded her of herself, or her sister since one or the other was in them all the time…and that was not what right now was about.

She wanted a full release right now, she was so wound up and there was only one thing that would unwind her…

When she walked into Mal’s apartment, she wrapped her arms about him. He kissed her, and she did not even care that he was going to leave lipstick all over her.

It turned her on to see his lipstick on her collar—cloth or bone.

When she looked at him, between her legs watered. He was dressed in a three-piece suit, that displayed his body. And then his face was made up, his makeup perfect, although she loved him with less. Like anyone who wore makeup, they usually looked even more beautiful with less. His long hair was slicked back, a bun knotted at the nape of his neck.

In bed, his hair was all over the place, he smelled floral, and his lips tasted like fruit. His androgyny was breathtaking. She tugged at his hair while he was inside her and bit his lips. He bit hers, and she cried out as he gave her the release she so desperately sought.

In the morning, the pale sunlight on Mal’s naked face and his hair spread out made Jeanne feel wild.

He pulled her close, and she kissed him. They kissed for a long time, until she felt she would sink into him.

She first met Mal at an art gallery—several to be exact when she was on the art beat. Where she was near her sister a lot, without talking to her.

But Mal.

Mal was at so many openings, and she saw him in expensive suits but it was him in a t shirt and jeans, with a ponytail that floored her. He seemed more approachable, and he left lipstick on her collar as soon as they met. Kissing her like they were in France, and holding her as close to him as was acceptable to talk about a painting with her.

She was naked with him within the hour, and it was always like that every time after.

He always gave her a sweet release…

Jeanne is my new character, for this new series. She is connected to Eliza and Sabrina, but her story is a standalone—take a look at their stories while you wait for more Jeanne!

Jeanne’s story will always use the prompt from Wicked Wednesday…

red lips via wikipedia

Wicked Wednesday #316 — Release

Eliza loved to see Terrence, but as much as she tried, she could not release certain thoughts about him from her mind. In the beginning, she had not even liked him because he was arrogant and remote with her. Then it was a passionate affair between them, and then there was Lila.

There were things that blemished their rapport.

Tonight was another blemish.

They had both been drinking, neither of them was sloppy drunk, but they had definitely been drinking. He held her hand, and would not release it.

“I need you to be with me more, you disappeared Eliza. And even when I do not see you, I see you. In the newspaper, pictures, mentions of you in the business section. I need more of you. I feel like I had more too…”

He would not release her hand, and it felt like an iron grip even though he was not holding her tightly. She did not know what to say to him, it was uncomfortable for him to say he needed more of her. He knew that she was polyamorous when he met her. She never kept that a secret, because she knew how she had felt when Rafe kept that a secret from her.

“I have never lied yo you, or withheld my time from you Terrence.” she replied stoically, looking in his eyes with a blank—it felt blank to her—expression.

“I never said you lied,” Terrence shook his head. “I am just saying I want more of you. I’ve missed you.”

“Why lament about things past, when I am right here?” she looked at him.

He still would not release her hand.

His phone vibrated, and even without looking she looked and saw Lila’s name pop up on the screen. Terrence was still holding her hand, and not looking at his phone. She was facing the phone, and looked at the picture of Lila. Her eyes bright and soft on the screen, in a way that she had never seen Lila.

A way she assumed, Lila was just for Terrence.

He still would not let go of her hand, and even though it was hours later, and she was home in bed, she could still feel his grip and see Lila’s miniature soft smile on his phone…

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Masturbation Monday No. 198 — Sleeping Beauty

Her dream started that she came out of her Cindrellaesque carriage, but she was dressed like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman—and she was wearing shattered glass slippers and could see the blood on her feet in the cracks.

But it did not hurt at all.

She walked to the ballroom? Or at least a huge dome-shaped room with gorgeous glass chandeliers that were not shattered. She could not see her reflection, but she assumed that she looked hideous.

She was not wrong.

The crowd circled around her in their fancy ballroom gowns, and upturned noses. They circled around her, and pulled at her clothes. Blood appeared on other parts of her body, as she was scratched and pulled at. Sabrina did not even have a defense, half naked in her still shattered glass slippers she stood.

Until she was covered in a thick cloak that made her feel as if she was set on fire.

The panic of it all made her pass out, and she did not come to for what seemed like hours.

As if she were sleeping beauty.

When she woke up, the dark man she had glimpsed briefly before she passed out, gazed at her with with a sweet expression.

“You are awake,” he said simply, and continued to caress her back.

On her side she heard the crackle of the glass slippers and she wondered how he could be so warm, when she knew she must be leaving blood on his sheets?

But the sheets were black, so maybe it did not matter?

The dark man covered her like his dark sheets, and Sabrina cried out. Not in refusal, she cried out in welcome.

She had been unconscious, but she knew him and the way his body fit with hers showed he knew her. She welcomed him, her legs wrapped about him and neither of them cared about the shattered glass or blood as she dug her heels into his back.

Breathless from his deep kiss, she almost passed out again.

But she managed not to, as he kissed down her body. His lips like lava, and she felt like she was going to spontaneously combust.

Practically on fire, she rolled onto her side and looked at Harry.

Awake now, she knew that if they had a fairy tale it would have to be twisted like her dream had been.

She kissed his body. Her lips like lava now, moving along him until she heard his moan deep in his chest and she covered his body like he had in her dream.

When he was her nocturnal prince…

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sleeping beauty via wikipedia

Wicked Wednesday #315 — Trademark

Terrence could not help the following morning, but pick up the newspaper that had a paparazzi shot of Eliza. Being engaged to Rafe meant that she was going to be in the public eye because of his family, and his position as an international businessman. There were tons of pictures of him and her in the media, but this one was her alone holding a coffee cup.

“Eliza Morton caught being a pedestrian, holding a coffee cup and with her trademark elegance flashing us with her gorgeous engagement ring from her fiancé.” Terrence read.

“Put that down please?” she said, picking up yet again a cup of coffee across from him. Again with trademark elegance or not, her ring caught in the light and showed itself off. She and Terrence started at her ring—well Eliza thought he was staring at her ring.

“Even when you do not move, you have a trademark elegance. I remember coming to work with you and especially going to Paris with you…”

Eliza felt her cheeks heat because that Paris trip was the beginning of them as they were now, but that was not what Terrence was referring to.

“You looked so elegant, and effortless elegance is a trademark for French women. You did not stand out in the least. I could not keep my eyes off of you, and eventually…” When he paused and looked up at her, there was no mistaking his meaning. “I could not keep my hands off of you.”

He took her hand at that moment, and the heat from her face raced down her body to her fingertips. The simple touch of his hand set her aflame. She looked at him speechless, his breath was heavy and their moment was so clear.

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Masturbation Monday No. 197 — Cinderella

Was it all about the fantasy? Was nothing real for her?

Sabrina waited at her and Harry’s favorite neighborhood bar. She had spent most of the day lost in fantasies about Drew, and how fire-filled it had been between them.

She remembered arching in the bed when he went down on her, because his tongue literally felt like fire on and around her clit. It felt like fire probing every crevice of her, and warmed her come between her legs, so that it almost felt like candle wax between her thighs.

But then her memories sobered, and she remembered she was waiting for Harry. That she had left her life that included Drew, and now she was with Harry, and he had been becoming everything until that scared her so much that she ran from him in dreams and reality.

Because she wanted the fantasy to last maybe? She was like Cinderella maybe, but she left way before the chance of the carriage turning back into a pumpkin and her glass slipper shattered.

Harry walked in, and wrapped his arm about her immediately. He kissed her, and she felt the type of fire between her legs that she had been fantasizing about.

“What are you thinking about” Harry asked her, looking in her eyes.

She felt the fantasy splash in her eyes, as she looked at him.

“Nothing special,” She replied, and wrapped her arms about him.

The heat of him was compelling, and she pressed herself as much to him as she possibly could. He wrapped his arm about her, and they did not even have to disentangle to order because the bartender knew them, and what they wanted.

Two glasses of Montepulciano.

Sabrina wanted to live for the fantasy, maybe this was the fantasy. Her and Harry, and the not so quiet fire between her legs…

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cinderella fleeing the ball via wikipedia

Wicked Wednesday #314 — Black

“I miss you…”

The sound of Terrence’s voice was jarring. Eliza had not seen him in a very long time, but the second that she heard his voice she missed him too.

Her heart was infinitely big, she felt like she had more chambers than other people’s hearts in hers. She felt inside the way her heart had expanded for Adrien, and now Terrence’s chamber encroached upon his.

“I miss you…”

“I want to see you…”

Eliza wanted to see him too. She found herself within an hour sitting at her favorite bar, seeing her reflection dressed all in black staring back at her. She looked like a Victorian widow—all in black, and barely any of her skin revealed.

Terrence looked at her like she was naked, and had was naked soon enough. Terrence pulled her legs over his, and on her ass on the edge of the plush bar stool she scooted closer to him. Her ass was up in the air in his apartment later, Terrence did whatever he wanted with it.

That was what she wanted.

“Where have you been?” he questioned, pulling her close to him.

Where had she been?

She picked up her black dress, and walked into in bathroom. He followed her in, and pressed her to the cool tiles of the bathroom wall. She looked up at him with a smile, and he rubbed her nose with his. She put her arms about his neck.

“There’s something different about you…” he said.

Eliza looked at him.

“You think so?”

He nodded.

“Something in your eyes…”

It was probably the accident…but she was not sure she wanted to tell him about it. It was like something she and Adrien shared alone…and she did not want to share it with anyone else. It was their night terror.

Their blackness…

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Masturbation Monday No. 196 — Unplugged

It was a bizarre twist, and it made Sabrina resent Carole even more for her confession of love. It was not that they were not going to be friends anymore, the two of them had been through far too much for that. But it was that she hated that Carole romanticized the dynamic between them. Sure you could suggest that their having been intimate could have changed their dynamic, but it had not for Sabrina and honestly that was not why Carole had fallen in love with her in the long run.

But it was Carole’s confession that she had started to fall for her when she went to London, and they had met Drew.

Drew.

Sabrina did not think much about her past lives for her own sanity. But one memory of Drew spurred so many more it was unbearable. Meeting him in Camden, him making the trips between them from New York to London feel like a trip from Manhattan to Brooklyn. Because they both wanted each other so much, and that was why she had begun to spend so much time with Carole in London. Why she had made out with Carole on a plane to entice Drew.

Carole was always an instrument, she saw now in hindsight.

But Drew, Drew himself had been like an uncontrollable fire. She wanted him all of the time, and as evidence that she did not actively practice monogamy–not in a traditional sense–she had him. But Drew was like setting fire to anything she was in at the time. She would have walked over the Atlantic Ocean to see him. For his death grip between her legs that made her burn all over…

Her tears felt like lava on her cheeks when she thought of the glass case he had with beautiful glass toys…the ways he played with her with those beautiful toys.

Sabrina moved her finger in and out of her anus, thinking about the lovely plug Drew had inserted in her…in and out, out and in until she cried out from the pleasure. Her tears became a hotter lava on her face, as she came from the sensation and the memory…

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