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“This is your wife?” Eliza stood beside Rafe, hand in hand. When she went to a function for him, he held her close to him the entire night. He was either holding her hand, or holding her close to him. He got all of her drinks, and prepared her dinner plate. Fed her, wiped her mouth and hands…
She took a sip of her wine, and smiled at the couple across from them.
“Eliza is my fiancee, but we have been together for so long…she is my wife already.” Rafe answered his male colleague, who was standing with his own wife.
“That is a gorgeous ring! Almost as big as the Taylor-Burton one!”
Grinning at Rafe, Eliza let the other woman take her hand. Rafe did style it after the ring that Richard Burton gave Elizabeth Taylor, but it was not nearly as big. However it was impressive, it was his way of pissing around her to show possession in a way. But she loved the ring and Rafe.
“Rafe did design it after that one,” Eliza said, her hand still being tugged by the other woman. She was deep in the identity of being Rafe’s. Of being here at this work event with him, of being engaged to be married to him. The wedding was getting closer and closer. Soon enough, she would be his wife.
When the other woman let go of her hand, Eliza twisted her ring and turned toward Rafe, her tilted up to meet his.
He twisted the ring along with her.
“I am thinking more about the bejeweled lingerie set you have on underneath that dress…” Rafe said softly, so only she could hear. His voice was soft with bubbly, and admiration for her appearance.
In that moment, she was so happy to be his. To become his wife in a way she had not been enthused about it, since he proposed to her. She was his, it was who she was and an identity she was happy to assume…like going into a phone booth, and coming out as superwife.
She was, and would always be his…
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“Are you happy?”
Nichy asked and looked at Renee, who sat across from her at the cafe.
Renee smiled at Nichy knowingly.
“Of course I am, I am engaged! What girl is not happy when she is engaged?”
Nichy smiled softly. She had been engaged multiple times, and none of those times had ended in a marriage. But she knew that Gavin and Renee would be married. Renee would have something she that never had, with a man who awhile ago Nichy had thought that she wanted the same thing with.
It was the first time that she had not been with Tyler in public, and did not have him to escape into. She had to face Renee head on, and she was putting on her bravest face to do so.
“I am really glad honey,” Nichy said, meaning the words as much as she could.
Renee looked at her, and Nichy knew that having been lovers she could not hide certain things from Renee.
“You know, when I first got together with Gavin when we were away, I have to be honest Nichy…I just wanted to know what you thought was so great about him. He is amazing I discovered, and the closer I got to him…I understood…I understood you…”
Nichy stared at Renee’s hand squeezing hers like this cafe date was a dream, something she was in but had no control of the consequences. Renee separated each one of her fingers with hers, absently and yet with a certain familiarity. When she finally escaped her reverie and looked into Renee’s eyes, Renee stared at her with a look she was too familiar with.
Secretly, Nichy had ached inside for that look. The look that Renee still wanted her, that she still wanted to fuck her.
Nichy looked away, and played with the lacy doily her teacup was on. Its high notes of bergamot soothed her, combined with mint and honey. It was Renee’s hand on her bare thigh, that soothed her even more. They moved closer together together in the corner, and Renee slipped her hand down Nichy’s pants.
“You’re growing hair down there…” Renee whispered, taking Nichy’s tea in place of hers and sipping from it.
“Tyler likes it, he says he likes to feel a little bit…” Nichy replied, sipping from Renee’s cup of tea.
“I like you bare, but this way, I can feel how wet your hair is before I feel your lips…”
Nichy closed her eyes, as Renee made due with her partially-haired mound. Her fingers moved along the damp hair, and even damper clit. To distract herself, so she did not cry out unceremoniously, Nichy stirred her tea. But when she came, she stirred the tea so hard it was like a mild bell and everyone turned to look at her flushed face.
Renee smiled at her, and picked up her cup of tea. Her engagement ring glittered like a fallen star, as she sipped.
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“I know that I sound like a hypocrite,” Eliza said, settling into her nook with Oscar. “But it is a little weird for me because you know Fiona’s history.You know that she was…you know how she was in Shanghai…”Oscar stared at her when she said that, because Shanghai was their start and their finish until now.
“She needs to make her own choices Eliza, she needs to decide what is best for her. You are her sister, but you have to let her make her own choices…”
“I know,” Eliza replied with a turned down lip.
Oscar leaned in, his hand on her shoulder, and pressed his cheek to hers. His scent was warm and inviting as always. She placed her hand on his thigh, and made the choice to be with him in that moment and not to be distracted.
His mouth was warm and sensual. She sucked on his lower lip which was sweet with scotch. When they kissed, his hand was on her hip and her hands kneaded his thigh. It was her choice to be with him in that moment. To be present with him, to savor him because there were so many times that she thought she was not going to be able to savor him. To be with him.
Her hands pressed heavily into his thighs, when the music stopped playing. She looked up to see the pianist sit at the bar with Fiona and Josephine. Eliza could not stop staring at them. Fiona looked different than she had ever seen her look before. Josephine was still indecipherable to her,m, even though they were friends.
Eliza stared at the couple before her, and pressed her hands all the more into Oscar’s thighs. Of course he was right. She had to let Fiona make her own decisions like she had been left to make her own decisions about life and love.
Especially love…
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Nichy was drowsy from the sun, as Tyler absently moved his finger along the edge of her vintage swimsuit. On her stomach beside him, her equilibrium was restored. She was shell-shocked that Renee and Gavin were engaged. Watching them be together was a little more than surreal to her, but she was well-behaved. She even held Renee’s hand and looked at the gorgeous vintage ring on her friend’s finger. Renee looked at her, and pulled her hand away from her. Nichy looked at Renee, unable to detect what was going on with her. Tyler’s finger stroked the edge of her backside, and teased the sensitive skin between her legs.
“You’re beautiful…” Tyler said to her as absently as his touch. “So beautiful. Renee and Gavin seemed to have beat us to the punch, but I do love you and I want to spend my life with you too and you know that I am not just saying that…”
She almost buried her face in the sand, before she looked up at Tyler over her folded arms.
“I want you to show me why you want to be with me,” she said softly. “I want to know why you want to be with me. Show me.”
Tyler looked out at the water, and Gavin and Renee in the far distance on a walk.
“You want–”
“Before they come back, hurry!”
“I cannot get your swimsuit off…”
“Push the crotch to the side, come on. Come on!”
Nichy pushed the crotch of her vintage swimsuit to the side, when she did, she felt how wet she was and could not help but touch herself. She felt her own soft flesh mesh with her eager wetness. She squeezed her clit just a bit, but was careful because she knew how sensitive she was down there. She rubbed around it on both sides, exploring the side that she played with less and gasped.
Tyler moved her hand, pulled her hand to his mouth and sucked her fingers clean.
He dipped his finger inside her to see if she was still wet. She was of course and he without turning her around, got on top of her and entered her from behind.
It was exactly what Nichy wanted. On top of her blanket, with minimal sand on her legs for him to get inside her from behind.
“You always want it, you always want it,” he said in her ear, as he moved in and out of her and rubbed her clit the way he had watched her do it. That combination was super combustible, and she came before she knew anything else. Her feelings so big, as Renee and Gavin grew smaller in the distance.
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I loved being in London last week, because I got to see so many people who I love and never get to see. I also loved meeting someone I have never met before–in person. I had developed a lovely rapport with Nicolas Laborie online, but there is nothing like the real thing. He is lovely, and this is a random photo that he took of me. Just for fun, and of course with a rose!
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Eliza loved every opportunity she had to be with Oscar, and she had to admit, she loved going to the bar and seeing Josephine. Even with all that was going on with Fiona and Alice, she really liked Josephine. She had left work a bit early, so she could chat with Josephine for awhile before Oscar arrived.Josephine looked at her like the kitten who got the cream, and Eliza smiled softly to herself. She knew that Josephine must have gotten lucky.
She was in awe of Josephine. Besides being gorgeous and well-read, she was constantly being hit on by men and woman alike. She had infinite opportunities to get laid–well at least half of infinity because she preferred women. There was always a pretty woman with her eye on her, and if Josephine wanted she would leave with her.
“You went home with someone!” Eliza grinned, as her friend pressed her usual Laphroaig into her hand with thinly shaved orange rinds.
Josephine looked at her, kitten licking cream grin still on her face.
“I never kiss and tell…” Josephine let her voice trail, saccharine and ironic.
“Is that new?” Eliza answered, sipping her scotch.
“I cannot tell you honey,” Josephine said, caressing her hand.
“Alice again?”
Eliza saw Josephine shake her head out of the corner of her eye.
“Someone new?”
Josephine nodded.
“Tell me…”
They studied each other. Eliza tilted her head to one side, as if to invite Josephine to tell her who she was with. Josephine took a deep breath.
“Alice’s girlfriend came onto me…”
“Fiona?!”
Josephine nodded.
“You slept with sister-in-law?”
“You’re not married yet!”
“She is my sister-in-law regardless! You took her home?”
“She wanted to know what Alice saw in me, and she is beautiful. It was nice…”
“Nice to fuck my sister-in-law? She is so fragile, you cannot imagine….”
“I can, I fucked her. I know things about her that you cannot know…”
“You know her so well now?!”
Josephine nodded.
“I fucked her of course I know her now…” Josephine studied her before she went on. “I had an opportunity to go home with a gorgeous artist, who is the girlfriend of a girl I was with…I could not resist…”
Before Eliza could say anything, Fiona walked into the bar. Josephine grinned, and kissed Fiona’s lips as if they were cream. Eliza wanted to look away, but she was transfixed by seeing this expression of emotion between two women she was so close to. It was an opportunity to see them as she never had.
And she hoped that it would be a good thing.
Fiona turned to stare at Eliza,
“You told her?” she asked Josephine, without moving her eyes from Fiona.
“Yes, she did.” Eliza answered, and got up to go to the bathroom before Fiona had an opportunity to say more. “Tell Oscar I am in the loo…” Eliza let her voice trail, and walked to the soothing, claustrophobic feeling bathroom.
It was not her business…
I am dedicated to using all the verbs from the verb list created by Richard Serra—you can find the list here. Last time I used “crumple,” today I am using “shaved.”
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She had not wanted to give him her number, she had said that she did not have any paper.
“Write it on my forearm,” he had said, and Emerson frowned softly.
She leaned in to give him a fake number, but when she did, she smelled the sage on his skin. The scent aroused her so much that she wrote her right number–slowly–on his arm. His eyes and breath were responsive to every stroke of her pen. Emerson added an additional flourish at the end of her number eight, that was barely warranted.
When she finished that last flourish, she realized she had been so unconcerned with knowing more about him that she did not remember what his name was. He had told her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed his initials in gold on his briefcase.
And that was how she and H. started seeing each other. Writing on their skin was a theme. The first time that he told her that he loved her, he wrote it on her hip. She looked in the mirror and saw in red, LOVE and she straddled him standing beside her. He entered her and she could see his love on her hip—literally—as she pressed her nose to his musky sage scent that had been her undoing.
Emerson loved him at the time, but she could not say the words. She had no desire to say the words to him. H. woke up one morning and through the hair on his chest, he could see red, bright like the sun I LOVE YOU.
When he sat up and stared at the words in the mirror, and said nothing, the red words glowed like traffic lights melting in her vision.
Stop, she thought.
“Stop overthinking!” H. said, and pulled her close to him. He kissed her, and she felt her heart stop crumpling because she felt their love. It had not been too long for her to finally tell him she loved him.
And when he proposed, H. pressed a fountain pen to the inside of her wrist. He played with the tip about her hand, until it started to tickle. He held her hand, kissed it and then wrote inside. Emerson could not make out the words.
“Close your eyes…” he commanded softly, kissing her hand.
She did not know what the words were, but she knew when he put her engagement ring box on her palm what it was.
“Yes,” she breathed, without opening her eyes.
They wrote less when they got married, but when they did write it was often secret and hidden. Just for them.
With chocolate, honey, ink and more, they occasionally stained the sheets. Their sheets looked like a Jackson Pollock, and their bodies were smeared with dirty words.
I am dedicated to using all the verbs from the verb list created by Richard Serra—you can find the list here. Last time I used “dapple,” today I am using “crumple.”
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Nichy’s hand was in Tyler’s as they walked on the beach. His fingers slipped along the edge of her retro bathing suit, just at the curve of her backside and she leaned in closer to him. They toward Renee and Gavin, and Nichy could not help but stare at the couple. The section of the beach where they were was mostly isolated. It was not the warmest day, but it was warm enough and the feeling of Tyler’s hand on her backside made her feel whimsical. But looking at Renee and Gavin startled her. Gavin was on his back, and Renee curled toward him. Because the beach was practically isolated, Renee touched him intimately with such tenderness…it took Nichy’s breath away. Renee’s bathing suit was not dissimilar to hers, because they had gotten them together and had them delivered to the office. They had put them on in the bathroom right away. This was before they had ever been lovers, but Nichy could not deny that she had looked over at Renee more than once or twice while she changed…it was really hard to resist looking at Renee’s curvaceous form. Nichy watched Renee caress Gavin absently, her eyes were closed but her hands knew exactly where to go. Gavin’s breath was affected by Renee’s every touch, though his eyes were closed as well. Closed eyes yet they were having such an intense encounter, that Nichy wanted to look away but she could not. Their chemistry was so real, and she wondered if they were in love. With their eyes still closed, they moved themselves into a kiss. Renee pushed her sunglasses up into her hair, and held Gavin’s face.
Nichy gasped, and it turned into a bit of a choke.
“You okay Nich?” Tyler asked her, squeezing her bottom.
She nodded, not even thinking that he could not see her.
The huge ring on Renee’s finger was blinding, so much that you could not really tell what finger it was on.
But Nichy knew.
Gavin opened his eyes, and saw her staring at them. He smiled, grabbed Renee’s hand and swung it.
“We’re engaged!!!” he cried.
Renee turned around, and smiled at Nichy and Tyler. She waved her hand on her own, and reiterated,
“We’re engaged!!!”
Tyler’s finger slipped into the crotch of her bathing suit, and that unexpected caress distracted Nichy. He had thoroughly fingered her on the train, and now again. His knowing fingers caressing her from behind.
She moaned from pleasure, and then a confusion of emotions washed along her like waves onto the beach…
This week, in addition to my post, I have an excerpt! Kinkly posted my red-hot interview with Kayla Lords. Here is a snippet:
Kayla Lords is the creator of Masturbation Monday, a wildly popular meme that has made Monday the best day of the week! The taboo-conquering meme is a showcase for sexy stories to get you hot and bothered any day of the week! Kayla took time out of her schedule (Masturbation Monday is only one of a myriad of projects she is working on!) to tell us how she got started, about her commitment to community and about embracing our desires.
F. Leonora Solomon: What inspired you to start Masturbation Monday? Why was focusing on masturbation so important to you?
Kayla Lords: Masturbation is where I got my blogging start. At 32, I had never had a real orgasm, I’d never really masturbated, and a guy I liked a lot dumped me because I couldn’t let myself relax when we had sex. (Not that I’m shedding over any tears over being dumped by him.) I’d blogged in the vanilla world about my divorce the year before and at the same time discovered sex blogs. I’d seen, first hand, the power of shared experiences and a shared story, and I knew that masturbation was so taboo that I would either be ignored or I’d find people who understood. (Thankfully, it was the latter, and not the former.)
For me, masturbation was the beginning of the end of my own self-created sexual repression. In my late teens and early 20s, I was a girl on fire when it came to sex. I loved sex … until I didn’t. Through masturbation, I found that part of myself again, but because I’d also broken through some of my own sexual insecurities (good girls don’t touch themselves and all the BS we’re taught at too young of an age), I felt freer and more alive. I was braver and willing to try new things. It helped that I’d ended a bad marriage and was discovering that I really wasn’t a troll who should live under a bridge. I was and am a desirable, sexual woman. Without masturbation, I wouldn’t have realized any of that…click here to read the rest of the interview!!!
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beach by f dot leonora
