I am still on hiatus, but I always do Wicked!!! Here is a flashback to 2517…read on, and you will understand!
Landing in New York felt like landing in another world, or in another year. Like 2517, or something really faraway.
Eliza walked with her luggage, with Terrence at her side. Her dark shades hid her teary eyes. She tried to hide all of her emotions because if Terrence saw her crying, he would want to know what was wrong and she could not tell him what was wrong.
It was wrong that Paris had again contained their love, tender and brutal–sometimes at the same time. The way he had looked at her when they were getting dressed. He was tightening his belt, and she held a bottle of Severine’s perfume absently between her breasts. Their eyes rested on each other’s bodies and eyes, with ease and comfort.
That was them, that was how they were. He smiled at her, buckled his belt and pulled their suitcase from under the bed.
“Come here,” he said softly, and she walked over to him. “Sit on this, so I can close it.
Eliza sat on the case, her legs crossed and Severine’s perfume caressed their noses.
It smelled like sweet sex, primal but sweet.
Terrence moved around her, never even touching her. That was not what that was about.
Like now, walking side by side in the airport. They were close together, but it was not about making love.
Still she was lachrymose, because she could not forget looking in his eyes. The way he looked at her, his scent warm and soft between them. Her floral perfume, not Severine’s primal brew had surrounded them, then packing at the house. But it was still tense between them, still warm and tender and she ached for him.
Now.
A tear slipped just under her shade and she looked away from Terrence, because it made her cry she felt so much for him.
She had loved Terrence for days without distraction, and now she was back to Rafe, and their upcoming wedding…
New York felt surreal to not be able to love Terrence like she had in Paris. Like another world, another year hundreds of years away.
Even while she could feel his heat presently, and she burned…
I am still on hiatus, but Masturbation Monday is not! Next week, a brand new installation. This week, please revisit Sabrina and Carole in Paris with me!
Paris had been calling Sabrina in her dreams, so she went there. With her friend Carole. She never told Carole about all the changes that she made with her persona. Carole just accepted her as her friend…period…
And so her dreams came to life like a statue, and her dreams without Harry was something that she was not ready for.
She and Carole had fooled around a lot, if it was for some guy or whatever. They did it a lot. After Carole picked her up from the airport, they went to the sexy hotel where Carole was staying and attacked the decadent mini bar…it was not a surprise that she and Carole ended up kissing. Neither one of them was really drunk, just buzzed and there was magenta velvet everywhere.
“You taste like velvet,” Carole whispered, as she delicately licked the shell of Sabrina’s ear.
Sabrina remembered Carole licking her somewhere else, and before she could move, Carole had removed both of their plush magenta robes. She kissed Sabrina’s neck, and between her breasts, dipped her tongue in her navel and then kissed between her legs.
It felt so good, Sabrina squirmed and Carole’s tongue followed her wherever she went. Brushing her hair out of her face, Sabrina lifted Carole’s chin up to her.
“I want to taste you,” Sabrina said.
“But I am not done feasting on your pretty pussy yet!”
So that meant one thing.
Sabrina felt herself get even more slippery when she saw the two of them in the mirror doing sixty-nine. She liked to see herself have sex and watching Carole munch on her the way that she did, and watching herself with her eyes lowered in lust licking Carole…the visual was making her come as much as the sensation. As well as the scent of the room, redolent with the scent of their wetness.
“You know,” Carole grinned. “You are fucking me like you are on camera…”
Sabrina smiled, looking like a Cheshire cat.
“Am I? I never know with you!”
“Well no, but there is a man looking at us on the other side of the mirror. A friend of mine, and he told me he could not imagine me with a woman and I told him there is a woman, one woman who gets me hot as fuck. That’s you.”
Sabrina laughed.
“You are mean, let him in! Being on the other side of the mirror?”
I am on hiatus this week, but I always do Wicked Wednesday! Here is one of my favorites. And for more Wicked Wednesday, click here!
Eliza rubbed the piece of raw marinated steak between her hands. Rubbing the steak was like masturbating. The constant rubbing shook her breasts, her nipples jumped against the silk of her slip, which made her so tight between her legs she would have stopped to touch herself if she had not been touching raw meat.
Everything was masturbation fodder for her these days. Everything made her want to rub herself.
She had recovered from the car accident, but had not recovered her sex life. Cooking made her happy, she did a lot of things now to make to make herself happy.
She was living with Rafe again, and they were devoted to each other as they had been before, but they had not made love. Their mutual dabbling outside their relationship was something they had to consider. Neither of them was happy about what had happened, but they had planned to make a life together and that was not something they planned on breaking.
She felt like she had felt when she was in Shanghai, and her lust for Oscar had driven her barefoot in a cab to his hotel to get to him.
Oscar.
Her thoughts drifted to thoughts of Oscar which made her cry as if she had been chopping onions. She rubbed the steak again, the spices spread over her palms, wrists and inside her fingernails. It was the spices there that touched the tips of her fingers that made her entire body tingle. She quickly washed her hands which were remained redolent of sage, that wafted up her nose when she grabbed her breast and rubbed her nipple with her index finger. Her hand slid down over and under her slip, and she was just about to ease the tightness between her legs…
“What are you doing?”
Eliza dropped her hand to her thigh, turning back to Rafe sheepishly.
When she turned away from him, she felt him move behind her. He had not been that close to her in such a long time, his finger on her was like striking a match against its box.
His hand was on her breast, but it did not smell of sage. He smelled of sandalwood and bergamot. She leaned against him, unsure if it was of her own volition or simply for the depth of her lust. Her hand was on the top of her thigh, his hand covered hers.
“I missed you…”
He put his hand about her neck, and she gasped even though he was nowhere near choking her. She tilted her head so that he could kiss her neck.
“I missed you,” she admitted shyly as if she felt she was being unfaithful, when she was with the man she was engaged to.
Rafe kissed her neck, cheek, temple and just the very corner of her mouth, his hand still on her breast. Her slip fell down about her ankles, and she did not step out of it but spread her legs as far as it would allow her. She leaned into him even more, she wanted it from behind. There was no intimacy lacking even though they were not facing each other. The sound of his zipper made her so tight, she closed her eyes trying to bare it.
He put his hands on her shoulders after he kissed both of them, and entered her. His style was always animal, he made her feel like he was marking her. This time especially he was, he really was. His thrusts pressed her against the sink and she gripped the steak in response, tenderizing it with her fists.
Then Rafe was tender, kissing every inch of her body. Eliza quivered with the sensation of his lips, wishing she was a writer because she was sure there was a clever metaphor here. Rafe inside her while she fondled a steak.
Steak would now be legitimate masturbation fodder for her…
Please enjoy this flashback with me (my MM No. 135)–which is even more magnificent with recent story development between Sabrina (Nichy) and Carole!
Nichy coaxed Carole’s breast out of the cup of her bra, biting her tongue as she flicked her friend’s nipple back and forth.”You know, Drew would have liked to have watched us…” Nichy said, kissing first and then biting Carole’s neck.
It was dark on the plane, and Nichy stopped touching Carole’s breast and Carole audibly gasped. Nichy smiled, as she watched Carole slip her hand under her blouse and played with her own breast.
“Cover yourself with your blanket,” Nichy suggested in a whisper to her friend.
Carole looked at her with wide eyes, but then Nichy saw when Carole caught her drift.
The airplane was not crowded, and they were the only people in their row. The stewardess had just walked by, and they were both covered in their blankets.
As soon as she was a couple of rows up, Nichy watched Carole unsnap her bra from the back.
But now, instead of her breasts, Nichy slipped her hand under the blanket and touched Carole’s wet pussy. She kissed Carole’s neck as she circled her clit, and was startled when she felt Carole come so quickly.
“You came!” she whispered, as Carole continued to play with her own breasts.
“Yeah, you made me come.”
Nichy dried her finger from Carole’s come in her soft pubic hair, and then covered herself in her blanket again. Carole kissed her neck, and that was a turn on. She closed her eyes, as Carole undid her bra and her breasts were loose and under Carole’s touch.
Carole never touched her pussy, but Nichy came all the same because her breasts were super sensitive.
She knew that Drew would enjoy her texting him about it. Then she reached for her phone excitedly, and took a selfie of Carole kissing her neck, and dropped her blanket to reveal Carole playing with her breasts.
“Seatbelts–” the stewardess started, before Carole and Nichy turned to her both bare-breasted and she walked away…
Please enjoy this flashback with me (my MM No. 135)–which is even more magnificent with recent story development between Sabrina (Nichy) and Carole!
Nichy coaxed Carole’s breast out of the cup of her bra, biting her tongue as she flicked her friend’s nipple back and forth.”You know, Drew would have liked to have watched us…” Nichy said, kissing first and then biting Carole’s neck.
It was dark on the plane, and Nichy stopped touching Carole’s breast and Carole audibly gasped. Nichy smiled, as she watched Carole slip her hand under her blouse and played with her own breast.
“Cover yourself with your blanket,” Nichy suggested in a whisper to her friend.
Carole looked at her with wide eyes, but then Nichy saw when Carole caught her drift.
The airplane was not crowded, and they were the only people in their row. The stewardess had just walked by, and they were both covered in their blankets.
As soon as she was a couple of rows up, Nichy watched Carole unsnap her bra from the back.
But now, instead of her breasts, Nichy slipped her hand under the blanket and touched Carole’s wet pussy. She kissed Carole’s neck as she circled her clit, and was startled when she felt Carole come so quickly.
“You came!” she whispered, as Carole continued to play with her own breasts.
“Yeah, you made me come.”
Nichy dried her finger from Carole’s come in her soft pubic hair, and then covered herself in her blanket again. Carole kissed her neck, and that was a turn on. She closed her eyes, as Carole undid her bra and her breasts were loose and under Carole’s touch.
Carole never touched her pussy, but Nichy came all the same because her breasts were super sensitive.
She knew that Drew would enjoy her texting him about it. Then she reached for her phone excitedly, and took a selfie of Carole kissing her neck, and dropped her blanket to reveal Carole playing with her breasts.
“Seatbelts–” the stewardess started, before Carole and Nichy turned to her both bare-breasted and she walked away…
Eliza lifted soft eyes up to Adrien, before she continued giving him a blow job. She was sucking dick like it was her only aptitude. He ran his hand through her hair, while she continued as if professionally. She loved giving head, from the positioning of her body between his legs, to the look on the face of the man she was giving it to.
The look on Adrien’s face…
Adrien caressed her hair and face, and looked like he was entering another world—a parallel world where pleasure ruled as she continued her mission. She savored the texture, and the taste of his penis in her mouth. He tasted different than the other men that she was with. He tasted like mmmmm…Adrien, and she loved it. She loved resting her head on his inner thigh, looking up at him before she continued to lick and suck and kiss him.
She loved every bit of it.
Adrien pulled her up by her hair lightly.
He would not let her continue to pleasure him. He pulled her up until they were lip to lip. He licked her lips, and she thought to herself, that he could taste himself on her lips. On the tip of her tongue.
He could taste himself on her.
Eliza closed her eyes–she was all sensation. She could have exploded from the pleasure of him tasting her lips, like she had tasted him. Like they were casual diners, savoring the flavor of each other.
She would miss him when he was gone, and she did not even know when he was coming back if ever.
“When are you going back to Paris,” she questioned languidly later on, tired but her mind racing.
Adrien shifted her to look into his eyes that were lit by the moon.
“In the not too distant future, I have to settle things before I come to New York to live.”
Eliza bolted up, Adrien pulled her close. His face was bemused, and she was not sure what her face was like…
Sabrina looked up into the mirror overhead, and got more and more aroused watching Carole eat her out. Carole held her legs apart, and kissed her inner thighs reverently–she kissed all of her below the waist reverently and licked her equally as reverently. Carole held her backside to brace herself, and get more leverage to assault Sabrina passionately.
Sabrina could not stop staring at the reflection above her, and only closed her eyes when she came so hard she thought that she would pass out. When she opened her eyes again, Carole looked just as reverent between her legs.
Kissed her inner thigh.
Sabrina could taste herself and the sweetness of Carole’s mouth on her lips. It was intoxicating.
When she thought they were going to part from each other, Carole held her closer and would not let go of her. Sabrina did not pull away, she continued to want to be there for her friend. Carole held her fiercely, like she was holding on for dear life.
She held her like Renee had held her, and Sabrina wriggled within her friend’s embrace.
But even if they were not touching, she could look and see what Carole was feeling.
Carole caressed her cheek, and looked in her eyes.
“You know Gui left because of you.” Carole started.
“Me?”
Carole laughed, and kissed Sabrina softly.
“He knew I was coming to New York all of the time, and asking you to come visit because I was in love with you. He knew it before I did.”
Carole pulled Sabrina closer, and kissed her mouth and her throat.
“He was right, I have always been in love with you…”
Eliza felt her cheeks heat when she saw drops of come on the curtains, backlit by the sun.
She woke up slowly, her body was deliciously sore. Her lips felt sensitive when she licked them, because she had blown Adrien like it was her profession, and he had wanted to finish in her while she was by the curtains. The city was still awake as always even that early in the morning, but not as awake when they fucked fast and furious by the window. The thought of the cool glass on her nipples made her want sex again, and she was not even sure her body could manage it.
But she would manage it, if Adrien would oblige her.
Adrien’s body was ready for it at least, she could feel him hard against her even though he was asleep.
She must have fallen back asleep, because Adrien was awake and caressing her breasts, and it was brighter outside than before. With wide open eyes, she moved her hands along the hair on his body. Starting with the sexy stubble on his face, she moved her hand over his chest, stomach and lower…
“You are insatiable!” He exclaimed, his voice hoarse and his French accent heavy.
Eliza smiled.
Sex was nice with him—it always had been. But it was also distracting her from what had happened the night before. The accident, even though it was not terrorism…it still could have been curtains for her, if she had not been tucked into that nook of the sidewalk making out with Adrien. They had practically fucked in that nook–the accident had stopped them. She had been so sponetaneous with him, her sponetaneity with him was what she maybe loved most about them.
And Adrien was transient in her life, unlike the other men in her life. He was like a dream, all the things between them made sense in their bubble if nowhere else.
She tugged between his legs to show him just how insatiable she was.
“I am okay, Gui left me here and I have the room for the rest of the week. He left me some money, but he is on a flight back to Paris…”
“So you are not together anymore?”
Carole shook her head. Her curly long hair bobbed, as she looked at Sabrina.
“No.”
Sabrina held her friend, and remembered both of them talking about how much they loved Gui and Harry respectively. And how awful she would feel if she was not with Harry anymore.
She almost wanted to tell Harry about everything, about how many times she had reinvented herself. About how she sometimes wanted to reinvent herself, and how she had regressed with Renee.
“What are you thinking about?” Carole asked her soberly, and Sabrina shrugged. “You always look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders.”
“Nothing,” Sabrina reiterated verbally.
“Really?” Carole said, leaning close to her.
Sabrina nodded, as Carole leaned closer and started to smooth her hair about her temples.
This was Carole’s usual breakup routine. Quietly she lamented the man she broke up with, while getting pleasure from Sabrina. She somehow always managed to get to Sabrina, so she could lean in close and have her friend comfort her.
Carole pulled her own dress over her head, and pressed her naked body to Sabrina’s. Sabrina put her arms about her, and Carole kissed her neck knowing that was how to get her going. They kissed, and even though Sabrina was preoccupied she wanted to comfort her friend. Carole kissed her, and slipped her hand under her dress. Sabrina moaned softly–Carole knew all of her hot spots so it was hard for her to resist.
“You are going to be okay sweetie, I promise…” Sabrina said, as Carole pulled her dress over her head and kissed her hard nipples through her bra. Carole undressed both of them hastily, before she kissed Sabrina in earnest.
“This is the part I like about breaking up.” Carole whispered, and kissed Sabrina’s neck and bare nipples. She kissed Sabrina’s stomach, and Sabrina pushed her head down further.
Carole gave her head like no one else, she knew her like no one else too. She knew her as Nusch, Nichy and Sabrina…
…and before.
When she gave her head, she gave head to every part of her. Carole had witnessed the birth of every part of her…
My friend Jade A. Waters is no stranger to my blog, that is because she always raises the bar and inspires me…read and listen below! Jade is now an audiobook narrator! My first dip into the audio world was from Rose Caraway, who has a new blog post telling you about Jade’s journey to becoming a narrator. you can read that here.
Below Jade has given us her poems and samples of her narrating them! Pssst, I like to listen, and I bet you will too!
Hi everyone! I’m thrilled to be back visiting the lovely F. Leonora Solomon, who has always been such a dear heart and supporter of my poetry. That’s why I’m ecstatic she let me swing by today to share my latest poetry news: that it’s gone into the audio world!
Let me start at the beginning, with the A to Z Blogging Challenge that happens every April. For those of you who have never heard of it, the challenge is one in which participants write a blog post each day for the month that corresponds to the letter of the day—and in my case, I’d decided not only that I needed to do something in my poetry practice, but that I needed to connect each lettered poem through a full story in verse.
What came of this was A Love Affair, From A to Z, a bittersweet love story that arced through the alphabet. I posted it each day on my poetry site in episodic form, but later, I wanted to give this narrative in verse more life—as in, I wanted to breathe more life into it, and the best way I saw to do that was to jump on narrating it!
The experience was fun, challenging, liberating, and new…and I loved every second of it. And now, I’m delighted to share a sample of the story in verse here on Leonora’s blog! The clip you’ll hear below is a sample of the story from B to C…but as the story starts with A, you’ll want to read along with the start of the poem to get your bearings.
Here’s the beginning of A Love Affair, From A to Z, with audio:
A Love Affair, From A To Z
Written and Narrated by Jade A. Waters
Always
“Always,”
He tells her,
“Always I will be here, love you, hold you close”
The words are a melody in her ear
The antidote to all she’s known,
The graze of his fingers over her lips
The sweetest touch
She’s been waiting for.
“Always,” she whispers back,
Her heart perched on the edge,
Waiting for him to grasp it
To clutch it close,
To honor it as deeply
As the two of them fall
Into the spell that’s lingered between them
All these hours over drinks,
All these nights they’ve been pretending
All these years they’ve been waiting,
Waiting for this.
Beautiful is how she sees it
How she’s known this, him
The silent love they’ve shared
Is the perfect bar crawl
On the longest evening
Repeated, over and over again.
The laugh that echoes between them
Is the song for all they have yet to say,
So when they begin to crash together
To melt, colliding
Into this love like they’d always known they would,
His lips on hers are honey
His breath in her ear like a rainstorm
Prickling her skin, teasing her lashes
Wrapping her up in the sanctity of what they will be.
His palms slip along the flesh of her back
Her neck, her hips, her thighs
And she is naked now, finally, for him.
Cascading
Cascading
She calls it—
Like the waterfall of love they’ve tried to hold back
With the world’s strongest dam is now
Tumbling, rippling, rolling,
A surge of lust and waves
Capturing them, sweeping them away
Beneath the fiercest moonlight she’s ever seen.
It’s brighter than every moonlight that’s ever shined above them
Waiting for this moment
Like they have all these years.
It’s so different from what they’d expected—
“Our first time wasn’t supposed to be like this,” he says,
And she smiles at the love, at the dreams he’s had as crystal clear as she has
When they slip closer together,
Leather scraping her knees in the back seat of his car
While they kiss so deep
Bodies pressed
Finding each other, again
Finally
Tonight.
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I loved narrating this story, so I hope you enjoyed hearing it, too. Thanks for reading and listening!
And a special thanks to F. for always encouraging my poetry writing, and for having me over to visit!
Jade A. Waters is a fiction writer, poetess, and voice over artist in California. She is the author and narrator of A Love Affair, From A to Z, and the author of the Lessons In Control trilogy. Her short erotic fiction and poetry has been featured in publications by Cleis Press, Coming Together, Fuse Literary, Cosmopolitan UK, and Stupid Fish Productions, including Best Women’s Erotica of the Year (Vol. 1), Best Erotic Romance of the Year, and Best Women’s Erotica 2014. Her stories have also been narrated on The Kiss Me Quick’s Erotica Podcast. Find out more about Jade on her website at http://jadeawaters.com, or visit her on Twitter and Amazon.
