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Wicked Wednesday #304 — Night Out

It had been a hell of a night out, Eliza thought as she pressed her head to Oscar’s shoulder. He had walked her to the door of her apartment building, and pulled her close. He pressed a kiss to her temple, and they looked at each other for a very long time before he walked back to the metered car that Sally sat in waiting for him.

Eliza smiled at the doorman, and closed her eyes as she stepped into the elevator that he had held for her. She got off on her floor, and walked into their apartment and was pretty sure that Rafe would be asleep…or not..

She took off her dress—which was redolent of alcohol because Sally had spilled her drink on her. Sally had had a lot to drink, and she had been a little out of control…Her soft apology included her kissing Eliza’s knees, after she dabbed at her damp waist.

But Oscar knew what to do with Sally to soothe her, knew how to be with her that calmed her down and made her almost docile beside him. She a good little girl beside him, and he was not condescending about it. He just knew what to do that made her soften.

Much like Rafe knew how to calm Eliza without a word when she tumbled into bed, in her semi alcohol-soaked underwear, and he embraced her. Eliza closed her eyes, and accepted his kisses to her temples and cheeks as she had just done for Oscar an moment before.

Eliza had not participated in a threesome, it was not something that she was going to do just because the opportunity was there. She wanted a different type of experience from that—from what could have happened while she was out tonight.

Like her evening ending with the man that she was going to marry. Because everything ended up being about him…

“Did you have a good night out?” he questioned, nipping at the tip of her ear.

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed, and the trill of her response made her lips vibrate. Or had her lips vibrated from all of the kissing? Before she decided that she had not wanted the threesome, she had made out with Oscar and Sally. Sally’s whose drank too much lips were sweet like every cocktail she had sipped.

“It was the beat night…” she sighed.

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Masturbation Monday #186 — Stills

“Hello cherie.”

Gui kissed both of Sabrina’s cheeks, his voice made her clit tremor. His voice, and the resonance of it that did it to her…all over Paris…

She was excited when she heard that he was coming to New York. He was with Carole, and Sabrina was happy to see them in the city at a wine bar near where he worked.

She wanted then to meet Harry, especially since they were both couples.

Paris was Paris, and New York was New York. She was not planning anything with them, she was just going to introduce them to Harry.

“So where is your Harry!” Carole questioned, looking around and squeezing her knee.

“He will be here soon,” Sabrina said, her eyes darting about and looking at her Apple watch.

When she saw Harry, her breath caught. He looked sexy as ever in a suit, and looked a little rumpled. He delivered a swift kiss to her, and she wrapped her arm about his neck.

Carole looked at her approvingly.

Even more approvingly in the ladies’ room to freshen up, before they headed to their hotel room upstairs for more drinks.

At least…

“He is sexy, very manly!” Carole grinned, looking at her through the mirror. “There is quite a love story between you!”

“You and Gui look amazing!” Sabrina replied.

Carole smiled, and continued styling her hair.

“Mais oui,” she grinned.

When they left the bathroom, in the restaurant as they were leaving, Sabrina saw a woman who looked like Renee, and she stared for a moment, before walking away. Staying in New York made it possible that she could run into her past. Renee, or her doppleganger did not feel Sabrina’s look on her, and Sabrina left with the others.

“Are you okay?” Harry took her arm, and she nodded.

Upstairs in the hotel room, Carole drank and vaped. Sabrina did not vape often, but loved the gorgeous implement that Carole used for her pleasure. Harry surprised her, and took a hit. She held his thigh as he offered her some and she shook her head.

Sabrina thought about her entire evening like photo stills: Seeing Carole and Frank, seeing Harry walk into the bar, being in the bathroom with Carole, thinking she saw Renee and the possible collision of her prior life with her current life in her head and now in the hotel room.

But now she could see clearly, her swiveling hips as she rode Harry in the full-length mirror. Carole and Frank were about each other, and that was all that she had wanted all night. Harry had been very receptive to it of course when she straddled him. They both watched her hips, but she felt it—felt Harry inside her and that was far more rapturous that anything that the naked eye could see.

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Wicked Wednesday #303 — (Not) Sad

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

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

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

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

Sally nodded.

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

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

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

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

She was not wearing panties.

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

Oscar.

Eliza leaned over, and whispered in his ear.

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

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

“I want both of you, now.”

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

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

Oscar shook his head.

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

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

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Masturbation Monday #185 — Taste

Sabrina felt heavy in the bed.

It was a combination of jet lag and just not wanting to get out of bed. Harry walked over to the side of the bed, already dressed and redolent of soap and water. He did not wear cologne, but his freshly showered scent was aphrodisiacal. She reached up to tug at his tie, and he smiled at her and swatted her hand away.

He knew what she wanted, and he knew he would pretend not to want to give it to her.

She pulled the sheets off of her—she was not going to play fair. Harry surveyed her, as she stretched with the morning. She ran her hands over her breasts, then let her fingers linger over her already hard nipples.

“You are such a wanton,” he said, kneeling on the bed.

He did not take off his suit, and she tugged at his tie.

Harder.

He flipped her onto her back, and spanked her wiggling bottom. She was so wet, she wondered if it splashed on him when he struck her. But she stilled, when she heard him unbuckle his belt, and unzip his trousers. Sabrina stayed still as he grabbed her hips, and pulled her close to his thighs. She felt even heavier and more gravitated to the bed, as he raised her hips.

Waiting for the sweetness of his impact, she started to wriggle—he spanked her.

“You are going to get it the way that I want to, all that should matter to you is that you are going to get it.

And she did. She bit the inside of her mouth, and gripped the sheets as he moved in and out of her. Slowly. She moved as slow as he did, not a bit faster because she wanted what he wanted her to experience. He increased his tempo slowly, incrementally, and she moved the same way that he did. It felt so good, she was afraid that she was going to explode. Harry caressed her ass while he fucked her, to keep his tempo in case she was not obedient enough.

She was, she was making him late for work and she was going to make it worth his while.

It felt so good, that her orgasm was off tempo—she had one but not the kind she was expecting. It still had felt so good she looked up at him dazed, as he zipped up his pants, and buckled his pants. He dipped his finger inside her, and then let her taste it. The taste of them. She tasted them slowly on his finger, before he kissed her and she pressed her naked from to his clothed one. The feeling of his pants, rubbing against her made her explode.

The orgasm she had been expecting…

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Wicked Wednesday #302 — Games

Oscar did not want to play games with Eliza.

He took her to their bar, and Josephine looked at him because even now as hostess she had bartending intuition. Oscar gave Josephine a generous smile, that was far from how he had felt.

Eliza had not observed the exchange, and when he told her about Sally she looked like the wind was knocked out of her. Her response to him startled him.

“So basically you made her appear out of the thin air—you are a magician!” she burst into harsh laughter.

She sat back on her stool, and clapped her hands before she picked up her scotch.

Oscar studied her face, as he ran his hands over his.

“It felt like that almost, I was not expecting her and then there she was.” He looked at her sheepishly.

“And she still has the same effect over you,” Eliza nodded. “So now I have to share you with her.”

Oscar stilled. He could not read Eliza at all, she came off as flippant but she did not seem upset. She had survived Polly after all, and now along comes Sally.

Sally who texted him now—he did not want to play games with her either, and had told her about Eliza. Sally had shrugged,

“I am always a complication for you,” she had sighed. “But we can’t seem to stay apart either.”

Did you tell Eliza? Does she want to meet? To see that I am not a ghost? You make it seem like she might think I am a ghost?

“Is that her?” Eliza pointed to his phone.

He nodded.

“She wants to meet up with you, to show you…she is not a ghost. I told her all about us and how unbreakable we have been, when we should have broken a thousand times already.”

“Unbreakable.” She stared at him for a long time, her hand on his. “She can come, your ghost can meet us…”

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Masturbation Monday #184 — Aquatic

Sabrina was wet, she felt the stickiness between her legs and shifted carefully in the backseat.

She had been wet on the plane, and she was even more wet now thinking that she was closer and closer to Harry. He would have picked her up at the airport, but she wanted to see him so much that she took an earlier flight.

To get to him faster.

She got to the apartment, opened the door and did not even turn on the lights. Softly placing down her suitcase, she tiptoed to the bedroom and there she paused. Harry must not have been home. Slowly, she stripped and threw all of her things this way and that way. She was not the neatest person.

She clutched a pillow to her nose from the bed, and his scent soothed her before curling up in the bed with it.

The next thing she knew, Harry was beside her. He was blurry like in a dream, but the stickiness from her mouth indicated to her that she had been asleep.

“Sleeping beauty,” he whispered, and she knew he had missed her as much as she had missed him. She did not look like a sleeping beauty. She was drooling, and half naked but Harry pulled her close to him and she felt like something beautiful.

Half asleep, she was wet again. Her thighs were sticky and the promise of him inside of her made her run like a river.

Sabrina dipped into the mattress, as Harry got on top of her. He kissed her neck slowly, and half knelt between her legs which she intuitively spread for him. His whispered words were soft and unintelligible, but she understood them in conjunction with with his touches and kisses that he missed her and loved her too. His entrance inside her body she accommodated and embraced. Her body wrapped about his like she had more limbs than the four she surrounded him with. Like she was an aquatic species, their love felt like the ocean at its wildest at times, and at its calmest.

The soundtrack of their breathing after calmed her, they did not have words. They had said everything with their bodies that she felt.

“You’re early,” he said, the first coherent speech he formed since he woke her and called her Sleeping Beauty.

“Yes, I missed you.”

“I missed you.”

He pulled her close, and Sabrina took a deep breath. Fear filled her, love was always such a scary emotion for her inside and outside. How would this play out, she had left him and it was too much. Now she was with him again, and it was still too much…but she did not want to go anywhere—yet she did not know how she could stay…

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Wicked Wednesday #301 — Coffee

Coffee?

Oscar felt heat go through his fingers, after he read the text from Eliza. He put the phone down, knowing he was going to answer her later.

Now, Sally was naked, her hand between her legs and her eyes on him because she wanted him there. That was a quiet message from her as she played with herself, before he moved her hand and sucked her fingers. Her taste as familiar and as comforting to him, as any comfort food. She moaned as he sucked her fingers, which indicated to him how much she wanted him.

He wanted her. She had not put on her clothes since they got here, and he could not keep his hands off of her. He had fucked her front and back, both intensely pleasurable to both of them. He could say he fucked her, but she knew how to move against him that it felt like she was topping from beneath him. And when she was on top, he was her plaything.

Looking at her, as he sucked her finger he wondered how they were going to fuck this time.

This time, they both knelt on the bed and looked at themselves in the mirror because the room was filled with them. And Sally liked to watch, so he kissed her and turned her face so she could watch him fuck her. She smiled, a lewd happy smile that made him want to shove harder and harder into her—he knew she could take it. Sally pounded on the wall as she came, and someone on the other side pounded back. They laughed, as she pressed her cheek to the wall. Oscar pounded himself on the wall, when he came later—they both pounded, and then took each other’s hand.

They were lying tangled within the sheets, still not able to keep their hands off of each other. Sally caressed his cheek.

“Are you okay?” she asked, caressing his chest.

He nodded.

“You?”

She kissed his chest.

“Hungry? Do you want coffee?”

Sally gestured to the coffee machine in the hotel room. Oscar shook his head, he did not want coffee now. He was going to have coffee, or maybe something stronger with Eliza when he was back in the city. Something warm or strong to sip, while he told her about Sally. The ghost that he felt he resurrected, when he told her that she was out of the picture and just a fond memory.

His memories were fonder and had now multiplied, as he got hard again and Sally was at the ready to take care of it.

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Masturbation Monday #183 — No Words

“Time to tell your love story.”

“Bull in the Heather” Sonic Youth

Sabrina looked at Carole’s expectant face, and she was not able to come up with a word. She had pried Carole’s love story out of her, but there was not a word that she was able to put together to describe her own. She ran her hand over her face, and looked at her friend.

“I know there is a guy, a new guy in New York,” Carole insisted. “Tell me! I told you!”

“It’s not romantic, not traditional, it just is a thing that I am in…” Sabrina said softly.

The way they met was not romantic—Harry on the stairs, while she was having sex with her apartment door open with Ben. Her flashing Harry from her kitchen window. It was lewd, and bizarre that it ended up being what it was—what it is.

“”What are you afraid of? Why don’t you want to tell me?” Carole caressed the inside of her wrist, and looked into her eyes. “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

Sabrina’s eyes widened at her friend.

“The truth is I do not know what I am afraid of, I don’t know why I keep running from everything that makes me happy.”

“Does he makes you happy?”

Sabrina nodded.

Carole smiled at her,

“Then you will figure it out. Come on, let’s go back to the hotel. Gui will be back soon.”

“You don’t want to be alone with him?”

Carole stood up, and smiled at her.

“Not yet.”

Sabrina was happy for Carole for distraction. She was without a doubt her best friend, and she was good as a lover too. Sabrina sat up in the bed, again the Eiffel Tower was in her sights. She drank in the vision of the tower with the same passion, that Carole ate her out. Carole was particularly good at it, and it did distract her. She looked down at Carole, and it turned her on to watch the skillful way that she flicked her tongue about her clit. She saw her own hips rocking, and she dug deep down into the mattress so she could brace herself and not fuck Carole’s mouth. But Carole liked that, she grabbed her hips and Sabrina rocked and fucked until she came.

Again.

She and Carole lie together after, kissing and touching softly.

“Is that all you girls did all day?” Gui questioned when he arrived, as he undid his tie.

“And wish that you were here,” Carole giggled.

Gui knelt onto the bed, and pulled Carole to him. Her kiss swollen lips pursed, as he kissed her and tickled Sabrina’s toes in greeting.

Sabrina rolled over onto her side. It was her turn to watch, as Carole got fucked. It was clear that she and Gui had been waiting for their pairing all day and they could not resist it another moment now that they were finally together. Sabrina stared at where they joined, and watched with envy. Thinking about Harry. Their love story had no words she thought, it just was…

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Wicked Wednesday #Happy 300 Marie!!!

They were about 300 miles from New York. Sally had left one of the cards for her hotel door downstairs for him, Oscar slipped the card into the door, and he knew it was juvenile but it was the same way he was going to slip into Sally.

Sally was on the bed, her legs spread and semi-nude. Oscar adored the bits of lace that he saw, as she pulled her hair up into a faux knot. He got hard, every time he looked at her since he met her he wanted her.

When they had been younger, after they had broken up, she would come to him. When she was younger as large as her breasts were, she barely wore a bra because they were full and perky and she hated the restraint. Once he came inside his pants from just looking at her.

He would get her naked quickly, and they would be in bed indefinitely. It was a repeated cycle because he could not deny her.

Now, he walked to the bed and she looked up at him as she took off her bra, and spread her legs more. Only the bra and suspenders were about her hips. Her thong and stockings were on the bed. He needed to be inside her, he did not even have time to take off his suit.

Sally opened her mouth, when he pulled out of his pants. The cooler than inside his pants air made his erection, twitch a bit and looking at her mouth made it twitch more. He closed her mouth with his fingers, and she looked longingly at him. The pre-come on his tip, Sally kissed it and then leaned back on the bed to get some lube. The lube they liked, which made it feel so good. He slipped on a condom, and in tandem they moved together as she applied lube and he got on the bed over her still fully dressed.

Sally licked his jacket and shirt like they were his skin, and grabbed his ass to pull him more into her. More into her, it felt too good. The way she moved under him made him wild, and he thrust faster and faster into her. He knew what she liked, and what her limitations were. He felt her break around him, and he groaned moving eventually into his own sweet end.

She curled up on top of him, his suit now damp with her come on his thigh, and he thought 300 miles away from New York…

This…

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Masturbation Monday #182 — Carole’s Story

There was something about Carole…

When the two women went out for lunch—when Gui had to go back to work and they went back to being American and British tourists, respectively—that was when Sabrina saw it plainly.

“You are in love with Gui!” Sabrina exclaimed and clapped her hands, the recognition shocking her like electricity.

Carole smiled shyly.

Nodded.

She put out her cigarette, and smiled at Sabrina before she fished for another cigarette.

“I did not want to be in love with him,” Carole smiled shyly. “We met on a train when I was having a day in Paris, and it was quick between us. The people around us were sleeping, and we went into the bathroom together. It was obscene how close were were to each other. I could see his pores, he could see the bumps on my nipples. It felt too good when he was inside me, because we were so close to each other.”

Sabrina took the offered cigarette from her friend, and inhaled as Carole went on.

“I was fine for a one timer, I did not think that he was going to give me his number, and we were going to meet in Paris over and over again. He came to London then, and Drew! I saw him with Drew! Of course Drew asked about you…”

Sabrina nodded, hearing Drew’s name was like having ice water thrown on her, but she nodded and encouraged Carole to continue with her love story.

And she did gleefully.

“Enough times in Paris, and I was not a stranger. He was not a stranger, and I felt so close to him. Wanted to be close to him all of the time, told him all of my secrets and about you. How long you have been my best friend. How beautiful you are… When you said you were coming here…he wanted to meet you.”

“But the two of you are magic,” Sabrina confessed in a cloud of cigarette smoke. “When you are together it is kind of like looking at the sun.”

Carole grinned.

“You were watching? You are making me feel like Carole Lombard—my mom named me after her and I am sure I told you! I feel like when Gui and I are together, it is like a screwball comedy.”

“Well at least the screw part!”

Carole playfully hit Sabrina.

“When he is inside me I surrender, he fills me up and silences everything negative inside me. It is like he is a light. Like we both can be with other people, but it is not like being together.”

Sabrina thought of what it felt like to be filled up with Harry. He had sent her a text in response to hers, a picture of himself. Even though he did not like to take pictures, his captured silhouette made her wet as fuck. Being with Gui had been a futile replacement.

“Now me your story ,” Carole said coyly. “Because I am not alone in love….”

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