This is me receiving the Golden Flogger Award at BDSM Writers Con, where my anthology TIE ME UP won for best anthology.
I have carried the flogger with me each day of the conference that ends today…
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Wicked Wednesday #220 — Sports
Oscar put his phone down on the bar, after he checked the US sports scores. His conversation with Eliza had drained him, she always knew how to possess him even from another country. After he put the phone down, he could smell the Polly like a perfume.
Polly sat on the stool beside him, and he had been drinking enough that he leaned heavily toward her.
“It is late,” he stated simply, as her bare leg caressed his.
“Couldn’t sleep, maybe jet lag or something?”
Oscar laughed.
“What can I get you to drink?”
“What are you having?”
He pushed his drink in front of her.
“Here, I have not touched it yet. I have had enough to drink.”
Polly took a delicate sip, and he looked at her lips for a long time. He had not thought of Polly like this for a prolonged time. They had been together, but he did not think of her in bed as much as he had on this trip. He felt like Eliza sensed it, because she kept calling him.
“What?” Polly asked him, her lips still pursed on the edge of the straw.
“Nothing,” Oscar smiled at her.
Polly smiled and pressed her lips together more on the straw, continuing to drink.
He leaned more into her, and put his hand on her thigh.
“How are you?” he questioned, feeling he was too focused on her eyes.
“Oscar…”
She put her hand on top of his.
“Polly…”
He had no finesse when he pressed her to the wall outside of her hotel room moments later. He could taste the liquor on her lips, as his hand wandered under her dress and she wrapped her arms about his neck. Oscar closed his eyes and pressed himself to her, kissing the hollow of her neck. Dipping his tongue against her tender skin there, he almost wanted to burst her. To leave his mark like a vampire. He felt dead inside, and Polly was life.
“Are you pretending I am Eliza?” she whispered sultrily. “I heard you…”
“I am with you now Polly…”
Her body softened, and they molded together. She did not even ask to go into her hotel room, against the wall was good enough for her as well…
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Masturbation Monday No. 102 — Struck
It was not that Tyler had not satisfied her—he always did. But when Nichy’s hand crept between her legs when she awoke beside him, it was not him she was thinking about even though he had made her feel that way.
There.
It was Graham. Sleeping with Graham again, made her remember all of the things she had tried to forget when she left him. All the things that she wanted to forget when he reappeared… He was the ultimate bad boy, she dragged her knuckles over her clit thinking about just how bad he was. She was so wet, her hands slid over her skin with more ease than she had expected.
She closed her eyes, and thought of the things that he did to her. Nichy had never had a lover who was not a bit kinky. Gavin and Tyler both liked three and foursomes, and Graham…
She had done things with Graham that made her clit burn when she thought about them. He was a hedonist, and with him, she did things that pleasured her and gave her shame at the same time. Sometimes when they made love, he whispered some of those things they had done in her ear. Asked her if she remembered them, and she would burn. His words were like striking a match on her clit. She was slick as if with kerosene, his fingers and words ignited her into flames…
Nichy squeezed her legs tight, when she made herself come. She did not usually come softly, but to not wake up Tyler, she squeezed her legs together tightly. Her tongue pressed to the roof of her mouth, before she licked the tears of pleasure on her upper lip.
Gasping softly, she moved her hand from between her legs, and buried her head in the mattress. She had thrown the pillow off of the bed. Her wild sleeping had not waken Tyler up, but she made sure she did not have a wild orgasm that would. Between her legs pulsed, and she moved her head from the pillow so she could breathe.
She breathed in the memory of Graham’s scent…
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Sinful Sunday, Week 279: Waves
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Wicked Wednesday #219 — Alcohol
Eliza wished she could blame what had happened on the alcohol she had imbibed with Rafe and Margaux, but she knew that she was going to call Oscar before the night was out. The time difference in Shanghai, was such that it was completely different times of day for them. But she wanted to talk to him.
“So did you fuck her?” she asked him, trying to sound nonchalant.
“You are you asking if I fucked my ex-girlfriend?” Oscar asked her, mirroring her nonchalance.
Eliza gulped. If he had fucked someone brand new, it would not have been as painful as it would if he had fucked Polly. Polly was a threat because he had really loved her, and she knew that if he was not with her anymore it did not mean that he did not love her. Polly had not been a casual fling, Eliza was not even sure Oscar had those, no matter what he alluded to. He had only been with her and Polly, in the time that she knew him.
“Yes, I am asking exactly that.”
“I want to fuck her,” Oscar said. “I want to touch her, being here with her makes me think of when we were together. And then you, texting me while you are with your fiancé and his other.”
“I was thinking about you, I miss you…”
Oscar said nothing, and she followed suit with him. Said nothing because she was not sure what to say.
“I have missed you every day since I met you…”
“Oscar…”
“Eliza? Every day since I met you…”
“Oscar, don’t–”
“First I thought I was never going to see you again, then I did and then we started this and there was always something. Always something to keep you from me…”
Her head spun at the memories of how their relationship had started. It had been difficult, but she had always…
“I love you,” she whispered, tears blowing across her lips.
“I love you…”
Her chest heaved when she hung up the phone.
Why was love so heavy, that it weighed her down to the ground?
Rafe held her close in bed, and she was happy that his arm was about her waist so he could not feel her tears, along his arm…
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Masturbation Monday No. 101 — Leave Me Here
Nichy’s fingers twitched between her legs, long after she had pleasured herself and as she heard her apartment door open. She squeezed her eyes tight.
Tyler.
She had hoped that he would not come to her place. It was after midnight. But she knew that he would, and she secretly wanted him to. Not so secretly it had been him she was thinking about, with twitching fingers between her legs.
He did not hesitate to get beside her, to place his hand on hers between her legs. Her hand continued to twitch beneath his. Nichy sighed, as his hand cupped her and hers fell slack along her thigh.
She closed her eyes, as he caressed her. The leg of his suit pants against her thigh, Nichy stopped breathing. Her body pressed to his with urgency, and then he stopped. Her clit was raw and tight, and all she could hear in her head was a song by the band Hem…
As he left her there…
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Wicked Wednesday #218 — Chocolate
Eliza had gotten to feel smug at the beach with Margaux, but she was not expecting that Margaux would have a trump card.
In the gourmet cafe they went to for dessert, Margaux was on the cover of one of the upscale magazines they sold. Eliza had thought that she only did modern day noir and pulp photography. But apparently she was also doing edible photography–what else could she call the photograph of Margaux covered with chocolate on those glossy pages?
Rafe stared at the magazine for a long time after he picked it up. Eliza could not keep her eyes off of it either, and stood beside him. Rafe’s gorgeous hand with veins bulging, lingered holding the cover and then skipped pages to see the entire spread with pictures of Margaux and her chocolate covered parts of her.
There was one in particular which had a close up of her leg beside a cupcake. It was close up enough, that the cupcake was not necessarily the edible of choice. Rafe caressed the tip of the page, and Eliza put her hand over his. He turned toward her, but she did not look at him or Margaux, choosing to look at the chocolate covered Margaux in the magazine.
“It was a hard shoot,” Margaux confessed to them later, modestly scraping chocolate from the bottom of her plate. “But it was a challenge, and I love to be someone else in the moment…”
Margaux sucked on the prongs of her fork, and looked back and forth between Eliza and Rafe.
“You are amazing,” Rafe said, without reservation.
Eliza nodded, and looked at Margaux finally. She placed her hand on Margaux’s.
“You are amazing…” Eliza practically whispered. “The photographs are amazing.”
“Thank you both…” Margaux answered shyly.
Eliza studied Margaux’s mouth, and wondered if her lips retained some of the chocolate that covered them in her photos. If when Rafe kissed her, she tasted like chocolate.
Margaux continued to suck on the spoon as if its marrow was chocolate. She and Margaux smiled at each other, and Eliza was sure that she could feel Rafe smiling at them.
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It Was Time To Play…
Nichy threw her head back, as she took off her stiletto heels. Her body was tight, as she was desperate for release. Her nipples grazed the silk blouse that she wore, and even the silk was abrasive because they were so firm. They were hard, and ached to be touched.The dampness of the crotch of her panties distracted her. Behind her wet lips, she felt there was a ball of energy like lava. She was pre-period and at her horniest. If she so desired, she could have pleasured herself in her office. But this kind of lustful ache deserved something far more luxurious, so she waited until she was home…for something slow and deliberate.
Her breasts and between her legs were heavy with want. As she walked to her bedroom, their throbbing made her almost delirious. A peripheral glimpse of her half naked body aroused her, as if it was someone she wanted to fuck.
Well she was going to fuck herself, and she looked very appealing to herself as she paused in front of her full-length mirror. She did not want to come too quickly, she could not come too quickly or it would be anti-climactic. It had to be a leisurely build-up, or she could have done it at work.
Nichy did not have to be alone tonight, Tyler would have come over, and still could after work. But he was having a very late night, and she did not want to make him to. He would be tired.
That morning, Graham had ravaged her, and made her look in this very mirror while he did it. She was always welcome to visit Renee and Gavin…but she really wanted to do herself.
Unsnapping her bra from the front, her breasts bounced into place and she circled her nipples with the tips of her fingers. A quiet moan moved up her chest, and she did not even think about touching between her legs because she would make everything happen way too soon.
and she did not want it so soon.
Not yet.
But she did bend over, and saw her breasts swing like pendulums as she did and the curve of her backside. She opened her drawers, and took out her favorite vibrator. It was a simple one, one that had a minimalist design and metallic color, Nichy pressed the smooth metallic base close to her inner thigh, and made sure it did not even touch a pubic hair.
In the mirror, she saw her hips rotate seductively to the vibration of her favorite toy, and she savored it.
There was no rush for her to come, it was time to play…
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Sinful Sunday, Week 277: F to Coney Island
This photo was taken on the F train to Coney Island. It was before I got this shot for my newest Friday Flash.
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Wicked Wednesday #217 — Sunburn
Eliza slathered sunscreen on herself to prevent sunburn, even though she was under a tent at the beach. Margaux was always polite when she was around her, but Eliza knew that she was staring at her. At her face, at her body, at the ring on her finger…
Her engagement ring was beautiful, it was often ogled and she was proud that people did so. Both she and Rafe idly caressed the ring when they sat side by side. It was never off of her hand since he proposed to her, except when she was doing extensive washing…or the time that they broke up. It was the first thing that he returned to her when they reconciled. It warmed the base of her finger when she it back on.
And she barely took it off since.
Margaux looked at the ring, and at Eliza’s thigh where her ring was on display. Eliza caressed her leg, and smiled at Margaux.
“Glad that you could come out today to the beach with us.”
“My pleasure,” Margaux cooed.
Rafe walked over to them, with a smile on his face, and glasses of champagne. He handed a glass to Eliza, and then to Margaux. Margaux smiled softly, and Eliza looked down at her own phone where she had just received a text from Oscar. If he had been in town, she would have invited him. That was why Margaux was here, to get closer to her because Rafe was seeing her and did not want either of them to feel awkward.
“Thank you,” Eliza said, before she took a sip of champagne.
“Thank you,” Margaux parroted her.
In a surprising move, Margaux rested her head on Eliza’s feet and Eliza could not help but caress her head. Could not help but to run her hands through her Margaux’s hair…
Rafe looked down at them with a smile, and Eliza smiled up at him.
While she one-handedly texted Oscar.
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