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Wicked Wednesday #309 — Conviction

Eliza had her head on Adrien’s shoulder, she could not resist looking at the television to see if the accident was covered on the news.

It was.

She had had little conviction that it was a terrorist act, but she needed to know. It was equally despicable that it was revealed that the driver had a ridiculously high blood alcohol level, and that in itself was a type of terrorism to her.

“Do you feel better?” Adrien said, pulling her close to him.

She buried her face in his chest, and that was when the tears came. All of her fear and anxiety from the accident poured from her.

And her gratitude.

Adrien had been very responsive to her body, she had needed him to calm her and he had had had no issue with that. He had always been there for her when she was stressed out, and it made him seem like a type of angel to her now that he was always there in her time of need.

She looked at him for a long time, and he looked at her in turn. Eliza studied his eyes, looking at the change in color within and as the light hit them. They darkened, and she knew it was time to stop just looking at him.

He was on top of her in an instant, and that was what she wanted. The weight of him felt sexy and comforting. He was infinitely gentle, wiping and kissing her tears. She smiled, as he kissed her mouth. She wrapped all of her limbs about him, and they were literally one even before he was actually inside of her.

The news was a weird backdrop for their lovemaking, but when they reported they found the driver of the car of the accident…Eliza incidentally came so hard that everything was released from her. She felt free and light of heart.

Her limbs still wrapped about Adrian even after, and he supported every one of them.

“I was scared too, but I wanted to take care of you,” he confessed.

She kissed his cheek–it was her turn to take care of him now.

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Masturbation Monday #191 — Selfie

“Did you find your earrings?” Harry had asked Sabrina when she returned from the hotel where she had searched for them. She had told him that she had lost the earrings, even though she could still see them where she left them in Renee’s room…

Sabrina went back to the hotel, and with what had happened there previously for her, she was practically soaking wet on arrival.

She used the room key that Renee had given her–the manager had stopped her as she was leaving to give it to her the last time. It was late in the evening, and she was not even sure if Renee would be there or not.

She was not.

Sabrina did not mind, even though she hoped that Renee would be there eventually. She pulled off her dress, and got into the bed. The sheets at the hotel felt like cotton sex, and Sabrina spread her legs open and pleasured herself. There was no guarantee that there was going to be any other pleasure in that room for her after all.

The bathroom door opened, and Sabrina laughed as she came. She had not even thought to look in there for her friend. Renee gasped, and Sabrina shot up to cover her mouth. Renee licked Sabrina’s come off of her hand, and got into the bed with her.

Sabrina did not want to talk, she just wanted to be caught up in her alternate reality. She wanted to kiss Renee, and suck on her lower lip like the fruit that it was.

Renee was okay with the silence.

The language of their bodies pressed together was enough, it conveyed enough between them. Renee’s lips lingered by her ear, and she did not say anything—but Sabrina understood. Her fingers on Renee’s hard nipple, Sabrina communicated with the hardness of her nipple juxtaposed to the wetness between both of their legs.

Wetness like a river, the scent of their sex was like a perfume that she wanted to spread all over her body. She dipped finger between Renee’s legs, and spread her come between her own breasts. There was a mirror above Renee’s bed, and Sabrina grabbed her phone. Her arm was over her face, as she snapped a picture.

Because she did not want to forget…She might not come back here again…

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Wicked Wednesday #308 — Driving Lessons

Eliza was pretty sure that driving lessons did not include driving on the sidewalk—but where she was with Adrien, in the little nook on the sidewalk where they had tucked into…that nook was the only reason why they were not hit by an out of control car that eventually crashed into a fully glass storefront just down the street.

Adrien pulled her to him. She was startled as she looked up at him and he kissed her temple. Among the chaos at the scene, they walked away. But she kept looking back at the smoking car, and the frantic people running around them on the New York street.

For a moment, she wondered if it had been intentional, the crash, because sadly that was the kind of world that we now lived in.

She was thankful to be able to walk away.

With Adrien.

In his hotel room, he opened his extensive mini bar and opened a small mini of what she was not even sure. She drank it like a shot, her hands were still shaking a lot. When she put the glass down, Adrien pulled her close to him. Kissing her temple over and over again.

“You’re safe…” he said alternately in English and French.

Eliza looked at him with purpose, she did not want to think about the accident, she was not sure that it was intentional. She leaned into him, and kissed him. Adrien’s purpose changed, as his hand slipped between her legs.

She was still wet he would discover, from before when they had been kissing and now. The wild excitement from the accident, it had that weird effect too very possibly…

Suddenly, well not so suddenly, probably more urgently, she wanted Adrien to make her forget about the sudden crash and the smoking car. Frantic people running…

He pulled up her skirt without finesse—she did not desire finesse. He slipped his finger into her, and she could hear the clicking of her own wetness as he did. She unbuttoned her blouse, and stopped to kiss him, chew on his lower lip and lick the hair just below it. When they stopped kissing, his eyes were smoldering which she was sure mirrored hers.

At that moment she was not sure there was any difference from that smoking car they left on the sidewalk…and them…

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Masturbation Monday #190 — Rare Fruit Flashback

I am pretty excited to go on with this story, but it occurred to me that it (definitely) might be confusing for some people to recognize that Nichy and Sabrina are the same person. So in the last few weeks, when Sabrina kept talking about her past life…this might not be as obvious to all of my readers what I meant.

The point where the switch happened was between posts Nos. 147 & 148. I invite you to go back and see what happened… Here is No. 147–Rare Fruit for you–and next week? Oh, I will have a new story to tell you!

Drew.

Nichy got up in the morning, saw his name on her phone and the butterflies in her stomach were let loose. She placed her hand on her stomach, and walked into the bathroom unfazed by her nudity in the full-length mirror.

Miss you.

Her fingers moved over her phone like a demon, as she texted him back how much she missed him. Even though her body still thrummed with her and Tyler’s lovemaking.

But she did miss Drew, she missed him so much. She felt like she physically felt the distance between them—her in New York, and him in London.

Miss you too.

She felt his kiss like if he was in New York, or she was in London. Him holding her so close that she felt squishy down below, because he made her so wet when they were just close. Before he even touched her.

I might come to New York, I have miles too.

Nichy placed her phone on the edge of the sink.

Again her heart was being tugged, everything had been Drew. Now Tyler was back–she could still feel Tyler inside of her, and she pressed her thighs together with the memory.

She was tired of splitting her heart. She had left her life once before because she was afraid of what had happened before. Being Graham’s Nusch in a previous life, and he had found her. She had been in an constant circle of lovers, and she wondered if she could just run away? If she could be somewhere else? Be someone else?

Gavin.

When she picked her phone back up, she saw Gavin’s name on her screen. Nichy was surprised because they were friends of course—they had been so much more—but these days he did not text her a lot.

Miss you…

Nichy stared at his text, and swallowed.

Hey!

She texted him back because she was not sure how he meant he missed her.

She dropped her phone, when Tyler grabbed her, and she watched him kiss her neck in the mirror. Her lids grew heavy, but she was still aroused as she watched him kiss her like a vampire, while he caressed her breasts like a rare fruit.

Meet Sabrina for the first time here in No. 148–Fingering

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Wicked Wednesday #307 — Million Dollars

“You look like a million dollars,” Adrien said to Eliza as they settled into a Japanese restaurant reminiscent of their time doing so in Paris. They had eaten out a lot, and most of the time it was sushi.

Eliza smiled, it had been very surprising to see Adrien. She knew his face instantly, but even as he settled down with his espresso to join her and Sally earlier there was so much about him that she did not remember…or possibly ever had known.

The menu was omakase, and Eliza was relieved that the choices for what they would eat would be the chef’s and not hers. This restaurant had private rooms where customers could eat the menu off of staff. Adrien raised his hand up to decline quickly.

“If I eat sushi off of anyone, I would rather it be you.” He grinned, and squeezed her hand.

Adrien had been her secret like what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, except they were in Paris. Had she ever mentioned him to anyone? She could not recall off the top of her head. He had been her solace when she left Shanghai, and had fallen apart with Oscar.

He had made her feel good in and out of bed, but looking at him always made her want him in bed. She crossed her legs, again and again to bring some comfort to the tightness between her legs. Eliza made it seem casual because she was a lady, as she listened to Adrien tell her about his new life. She knew he was ambitious, and he had made all of his career goals just about come to fruition. What had been him barely affording to feed the two of them before—even though he insisted—was now him with ease trying to spoil her. Impromptu flowers right out of the cafe where they stayed long after Sally left, dinner and then what? He was not pressuring her at all about bed.

And she liked that, made her want it more.

He walked her out of the restaurant, his hand on the small of her back.

“How much longer do I have you for?” He questioned softly in his still very French accent, but stronger English skills than before.

Eliza looked up at him.

“The night is very young, mais oui?”

Eliza had tried to play it off as if it was not a big deal, as if Adrien was just a friend and was not displeased when Sally had to leave at the cafe. Things calmed after her departure, and Eliza was able to just be with Adrien. He was not as much of a flirt with Sally there, but was more so when she left.

Adrien kissed her, and she was taken aback. Not that he kissed her, but at what it felt like. Even more intense than she had remembered. She wrapped her arms about him, and he pushed her gently into a doorway where people would retreat when from sudden rain…

…to rain kisses on her mouth, and press her against the heat of his body.

Eliza eagerly entered the storm…

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Masturbation Monday #189 — Vertigo

Sabrina went back to the hotel where she had been the other night with Carole, Gui and Harry. Harry had dropped her off, in fact. She had hoped that she would find earrings that she might have left at hotel.

“You look like someone I know, well someone I used to know…”

Sabrina looked up, and stared right at Renee, who she thought she had seen the other night—who she thought she had seen. She could come up with a you must have me mistaken for someone else rhetoric—she was a blonde now and wore different makeup and even a new fragrance that Harry had purchased for her. But before any of that, she was putting on an earring that Renee would recognize as one of her favorites.

“Nichy?” Renee continued.

It was usually Graham who always knew where she was, and even he had not been after her lately…but she had never really been spotted by anyone else.

“I thought I saw you the other night…” Renee began wistfully. “This feels like a scene from Vertigo.”

Sabrina stared at Renee.

“My name is Sabrina…” Sabrina started.

“Nichy,” Renee continued, but Sabrina shook her head though that did not stop Renee. “Why did you leave?”

Sabrina stared at Renee, her eyes darted to the her wedding band on her friend’s finger. Congratulations almost slipped from her lips, but that would give her away…

Sabrina put her earring in, and shook her head.

“I am sorry, you must have me confused with another lady.”

“Please Nichy,” Renee began. “I am not mad, I have missed you. Please, just come to my hotel room and we can talk…”

Sabrina was wet, she knew very well if she went to Renee’s hotel room they were not going to talk about anything.

They were going to fuck.

Renee’s room was like Carole and Gui’s had been. There was not a word between the two of them from her lips, as she shook her head to all of Renee’s accusations. But when Renee placed fevered kisses on her mouth, throat and her neck there was no denying that the two of them wanted each other. Sabrina had been wet when she saw her friend the other night. Renee removed their clothes like a magician, and pushed Sabrina onto the plush hotel bed. She kissed her entire body, and her very wet mouth between her legs.

“You’re so wet,” Renee cooed between licks. “So wet and sweet like always Nichy Oh Nichy,”

Sabrina cooed herself, as Renee expertly licked between her legs. She would not admit to being Nichy, but Renee knew her body. Renee knew how to make her come over and over. After the third time she came, Sabrina lifted up from the bed and stared at Renee.

Renee looked up at Sabrina with a wet mouth.

Silence.

Sabrina dressed, and Renee stayed naked on the bed.

“I am here on business, please come back…Nichy..” Renee begged.

Sabrina looked at Renee’s lush body, Fully dressed herself, Sabrina pulled the sheets back and kissed Renee’s full breasts she had always loved and her stomach and kissed the sweetness between Renee’s legs—sticky and dry in spots from where she had been wet while servicing Sabrina. She licked Renee, until the woman seemed to melt under her tongue. She sucked on her labia before, she kissed Renee’s other mouth. Before she walked out of the door, Sabrina took off her earrings and left them at the door.

She would tell Harry they were lost…

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Wicked Wednesday #306 — Travel (Flashback)

I totally am always up to challenge myself with a new prompt from Marie, whether it goes along with my story plot or not!!! This week however, I think to continue with Eliza’s story since she has done a bit of traveling…and traveled a lot mentally last week while she was having a cappuccino with Sally…I think we should revisit her time with Oscar in Paris and Shanghai.

We also need to revisit her connection to Adrien. Adrien was a character I developed on a prompt from Exhibit A, because he knew I am a Francophile. Adrien was transient, and now who knows? Depends on Marie’s next prompt!

Here is how Eliza and Adrien met…

She scrolled on her phone after she got off with Rafe, wiped a tear on it as she tried to call the car service she used there. The number should have been in her contacts, but she had never put it there and always had to look it up. While she was looking it up, she saw something about a motor taxi and clicked on it. It was cheaper than her car service, would probably get her to Paris faster and she just wanted to do something that would take her out of herself.

When her taxi arrived, the guy got off of his motorcycle, took off his helmet and smiled. Eliza inadvertently licked her lips. He handed her a helmet, and she told him in a rush where she wanted to go.

He smiled at her they way that most Parisians did when she spoke in French.

“You are American!” he said in heavily accented French.

“Oui!”

“I speak some English. I will help you get to your hotel, and you will help me practice English?”

“Sure,” Eliza smiled as he bent over to pick up her luggage, and put it in the compartment on the motorcycle that could hold it.

They got on the bike.

“Are you ready?” he asked her as he put on his helmet.

“Yes, as I will ever be!”

He smiled, and they were on their way. Eliza closed her eyes at first, and then the the rush came over her from France flying by her, and at this point the closeness of her driver. His hair was curly and shaggy where the helmet was not covering it, and his scent was of a cologne that she did not recognize the notes of. The scent however was a sweet harmony for her senses. They did not talk a lot, but there was a smattering of English and French coming from both of them. Coming into to Paris like this was magnificent.

When she got to her hotel, they took off their helmets outside.

“You are here.”

“Oui,”

“You did not get to help me speak a lot of English.”

“No, I did not,” she smiled.

“Here is my card, in case you have time while you are here…or of course when you are going back to New York you said?”

She nodded, she felt so nervous because he was so good looking that she could not speak a word. English or French.

“Well, you have it.”

Eliza closed her fist about it.

“I do. Merci beaucoup.”

He smiled as he got on his motorcycle, and put on his helmet. His smile filled her in a way she had needed to be filled when she left Shanghai, and which she had sought when she called Rafe.

Adrien’s card would have burned a hole in Eliza’s purse, she had not forgotten him for her whole trip. She did not want to call him, but she knew that she had to.

When he arrived, he looked even sexier than when she had first met him. His hair was a bit wilder, and he had stubble on his face.

“What time is your flight?”

“Cinq.”

“You have time to kill?”

“I thought I would help you practice English.”

Adrien smiled.

She led him through the curtains that divided the lobby, and down the stairs to the door marked “Privé,” which he pressed her up against. She closed her eyes and rubbed her face against the stubble on his face, loving the burn, needing it to make her feel alive and know she was doing this.

The roughness of his stubble and his coarse hands under her dress,made her growl low in her chest. She did not know how to say condom in French, so she frisked him. Her hand grabbing at his ass, trying to feel for any signs that he might have one. He dangled the condom with a laugh above her face like mistletoe, and she laughed deeper than she usually did.

And what followed was more excitement than when the ball dropped in Times Square for New Year’s.

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Masturbation Monday #188 — Gaze

Sabrina and Harry got out of the car, and headed back to his apartment. It was the moment they were right outside of the door, still in their pretty evening clothes looking like they could turn around and go back wherever they had come from. She held her stiletto heels in her hand, and looked up at him. His eyes were wide and intent, looking into her eyes and took her breath away.

They had had such an evening, it was early morning. Everyone around them outside moved about for brunch or errands or whatever late Saturday morning was for them. They had eaten with Gui and Carole, who were headed back to Paris now and had been kind to have their driver take them back to Harry’s. Sabrina had retired happily with Harry, after they left the airport. There was nothing she had wanted more than to go home with him.

Now, barefoot in front of the door and looking up into his eyes. She dropped her shoes, as he bent down to kiss her and dropped the keys as he wrapped his arms about her. Why was this more sensual than everything they had done with Gui and Carole earlier?

Sabrina thought about Harry and Gui, she liked watching men together. When she watched it as porn, it got her right off even before she put her fingers or toy between her legs. But in person, she got so turned on and ever so wet watching them. Harry and Gui kissed with the intimacy that she and Carole did, and they had just met. Gui sucked on Harry’s lower lip, and looked longingly at him. Harry circled Gui’s lips with his finger, and Gui nibbled it playfully. Gui reached over Harry for lube in the drawer beside the bed, and applied some to Harry’s generous shaft. Harry smiled and got the message quickly, as he applied some between Gui’s turned cheeks. Gui lowered himself onto Harry, and they fucked slow at first. Harry supporting Gui’s torso before they lie on their sides and fucked in earnest. Sabrina came hard watching them, her eyes closed with the intensity of her orgasm like she was blacking out.

She opened her eyes now, and looked up into Harry’s eyes again. The emotion was so clear between them, yet neither of them said a word.

There was nothing to say, as she picked up her heels and the keys and handed them to Harry. He opened the door, and let her go in first, touching the small of her back and his apartment felt like Heaven must to enter to her.

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Wicked Wednesday #305 — Catastrophe

“It could have been a catastrophe!” Sally exclaimed, her wide smile both warm and menacing at once.

Eliza smiled, and took a sip of her cappuccino—they made sure not to have drinks this time so they could really have a conversation.

The brocade curtains gave a Victorian feel to the busy Greenwich Village street. Eliza was awful at navigating in the Village, but she instinctively located this venue to have coffee with Sally.

“Oscar tells me you had been in Los Angeles for a bit.”

Sally nodded, Eliza noted her smile went away.

“Yes, and I will have to return at some point. I have a lot still there…”

“You know, I was happy that you called. There really was never a catastrophe to have happened. Oscar and I…” Eliza faltered, but smiled not to look stern.

In front of Eliza was really a ghost. Oscar said he had not seen Sally in years, and all of a sudden she appeared after she and Oscar had begun being intimate again. It was as if she and Oscar were star-crossed. There were times that she wanted him, dreamily fantasized about running away with him. He had swept her away in Shanghai and Paris…but now was just something that she wanted to explore in some kind of way with him, and there were so many road blocks.

Eliza gasped.

When she looked up at the counter, she recognized the man seated at the bar. She had not seen him for a long time. He recognized her instantly. His smile was lascivious, and she felt her body respond lasciviously in return. His stride was steady over to her, after her slammed down his espresso which he drank like a shot. The warm cappuccino in her mouth transformed into the memory of something else in her mouth.

Adrien…

“Eliza!” He bent and his shaggy hair, and the stubble on his face were reacquainted with her as he kissed both of her cheeks. Sally raised an eyebrow, and Eliza realized this could be a catastrophe…

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Masturbation Monday #187 — Geyser

All of their bodies were posed on the bed. Sabrina came to a slow awareness when she opened her eyes, and Harry pulled her close and kissed her neck from behind. She only knew it was Harry because she could see their reflection in the mirror above.

“How did you and Carole meet?” he whispered, as he nibbled on her ear.

“Years ago, we have been friends for a very long time.”

“Very close friends…” he alluded, and kept kissing her. His hands moved over her stomach, and caressed her breasts. As he did, his finger rolled over Carole’s nipple.

“Yes,” Sabrina answered.

Carole opened up her eyes, as if touching her nipple was like kissing Sleeping Beauty bringing her to life. She smiled, and kissed Sabrina on the lips. Harry was still kissing Sabrina’s neck, and Carole kissed her lips and throat.

“How close?” Harry persisted.

“Do you want to see?” Sabrina answered breathily.

Harry pinched her nipple, while Carole kissed the other.

Sabrina took his pinch as a yes, so she kissed Carole on the lips with more intention.

“Showtime,” she whispered to Carole, as their breasts pressed together. Carole’s movement woke up Gui, whose mouth formed a wide smile as he watched a rerun of one of his favorite shows.

Sabrina was on her back, and Carole kissed down her chest until she reached the sweet wetness between her legs. Sabrina grunted when she felt that familiar sweet tongue caress her clit knowledgeably.

“Why don’t you make friends with Gui?” Sabrina moaned, looking at Harry in the mirror above. “I want to see how close you can be.”

Gui smacked Carole’s backside, as she continued to pleasure Sabrina, and moved over to Harry. Harry had a smile on his face, as Gui took his shaft in his hand while he kissed him. Harry wrapped his arms around Gui, and the two men made out. Harry threw his head back, as Gui kissed his neck and throat. They kissed, and ground their pelvises together. Gui gripped Harry’s shaft again, and took him in his mouth.

Sabrina swallowed as she watched Gui suck Harry enviably. Harry pushed the other man’s head down more as he bucked up, but he also pulled Gui’s chin up and looked into his eyes. The way they looked at each other took Sabrina over the edge as she came. Carole climbed up her body to kiss her, and they wrapped their arms about each other so they could watch the two men. Harry moaned, until he came like a geyser. Gui licked every drip, and caressed Harry’s stomach after he licked the come off of it. He mirrored Carole, and climbed up Harry’s body to kiss him. The two men embraced, and kissed again.

Sabrina looked overhead at the mirror, and felt her clit twitch.

She was in her element…

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