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Wicked Wednesday #204 — Off Limits

“You’re my sister!”

Eliza folded her napkin and hands on her lap as she stared at Fiona, who she had planned to have lunch with even after their impromptu meeting at the bar a few nights before.

“I love you Fiona, but…I do not want to get in the middle of this. Why don’t you ask Alice? Nothing should be off limits between the two of you, you have been together for a long time,” Eliza implored.
Fiona glared at Eliza.

“I am asking you, you are my sister and blood is thicker than water. Unless you want to, or are sleeping with this buxom Josephine. You do sleep with your friends…”

“Maybe you want to, and that is why you are projecting on Alice?!”
Eliza rarely lost her cool with Fiona, as much as she pushed her. But this last thing that she said was too provocative, and a slur against her and Oscar.

“I’m sorry Liza, but I need to know what is going on. I needed to know if Alice is seeing someone else…”
“Did you ask her?”

“I tried to, but I ended up not asking her. She was so defensive, and I had been drinking. So we went to bed. But I expected you to tell me what you know…”

Eliza unfolded her hands, and picked up her napkin. She cut a forkful of quiche, and let the savory bite with herbes de provence melt on her tongue.”

“Go ask Alice, this is not my place Fiona. I would not ask you about something I should ask Rafe. Rafe and I are fearless now, we can talk about anything…”
Eliza knew she had hit a nerve. There was a time when she could not talk to her fiancé about anything, Fiona knew that more than anyone else.

But as she swallowed and sought another bite of savory quiche, Eliza knew why she really did not want to tell Fiona what she knew. How could she tell her what Josephine had told her?

Josephine had been flushed at the bar, the next time Eliza went there to see her. Josephine adjusted her tie anxiously, and let her fingers slip unconsciously in the gap between buttons on her blouse where you could almost see her buxom chest that Fiona had commented on.

It seemed that Alice had not been able to keep her hands off of Josephine in the bathroom. Josephine could not resist at first, but then she left Alice there.

“It was hard for me to do that Eliza, but I had to. To get control of myself you know? But touching her is like a drug. I can still smell her, feel her, taste her…”

Eliza knew that feeling, she knew what it was like to fall in love…how could she tell Fiona what she knew, and make her fall out of love?

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 “crease,” today I am using “fold.”

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Masturbation Monday No. 86 — Love Marks

Nichy was in the stage of infatuation–love–when everything about the other person was a remarkable revelation. Tyler borrowed Theodora’s car, to pick up Renee and Gavin from the airport. Nichy placed her hand on his lap, her fingers grazing his crotch at first. The more the drive progressed, the more insistent her fingers were in touching him.It was hard to keep her hands off of him, hard not to leave marks on him that said, “mine.” And he seemed to relate to the struggle, because when both of his hands were not on the wheel, one was on her.

They held hands and even without looking at each other, their emotions were clear.

At the airport, they waited in the car. The ache to touch each other more than fleetingly was dense, but after tonight they would not have to be so discreet. Renee appeared first, and recognized Theodora’s car. Renee had on a form fitting black dress that emphasized all of her curves…every last one. Gavin followed behind her, and it was clear that he was appreciative of every last one of those curves. Nichy smiled to herself wryly, had he experienced caressing those curves? She had never seen him look at Renee so appreciatively, and she wondered what revelations the evening would have in store for all of them…

“I did not know you drove Tyler!” Renee said, after getting in backseat.

“He’s a good driver,” Nichy said, placing her hand on his thigh as she turned around. “I was pleasantly surprised.”

“What happened to you?” Gavin asked Nichy.

Nichy looked at him puzzled for a moment, then realized that her arm was exposed with the love marks Tyler left on her. While she was half asleep beside him, he kissed her arm and she had a series of bruises on her it. She bruised easily so she figured that she would say that she fell, but when Gavin asked her so innocently…she heated up thinking about being in bed with Tyler. Alone in his bedroom getting dressed to go to the airport, she had admired those marks. She had admired his possession of her.

When she was fully awake after he had kissed her arm, she had kissed him hard. Not hard enough to leave marks, but hard enough that he had possessed her in a different way. The way she liked best. She could still feel him inside her, filling all her nooks in a way that drove her wild. Nichy pressed her lips to one of her love marks, and stared between Renee and Gavin.

“I was clumsy…” she let her voice trail off.

Renee pulled off her pantyhose, and made enough of a show of it that Nichy could see she was not wearing any panties.

“I do not need these now that we are not on the plane. It was so cold on the plane, I was using my blanket–and Gavin–to stay warm! But it is hot in the city, don’t you think?”

Nichy nodded, as she looked between them. Gavin offered a nervous smile, and Renee looked oblivious. Nichy wondered how much warming Gavin had provided Renee. She was not jealous–she had no right to be–but if something was going on she hoped he would tell her.

That was was what tonight was going to be after all, she was going to tell him that she and Tyler…Nichy turned around in her seat, Tyler’s scent was on her fingers which she slipped into her mouth and then dragged along the soft flesh of her arm–returning to the scene of the crime…
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Sinful Sunday, Week 263 — Pleasure Bound

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Friday Flash No. 3 — Cocktails

Josephine adjusted her bowtie, when she saw her reflection in the mirror above the bar. Jackson teased her, that it was her preening mirror.

“Who’s the girl?” he questioned her with a smile.

“Just want to look good Jackson,” she smiled her smile that made him melt.

Before he knew that she liked girls, Jackson had been very excited that she was going to tend bar with him. He was a gentleman, not a hard flirt at all and she had been enchanted with his infatuation. They became fast friends, and he often marveled at how quickly she picked up women. She didn’t even have a technique—women just flocked to her.

Jake had not stopped smiling at her, Josephine saw out of the corner of her eye. But she was more interested in the retro glamour stunner who sat at the bar with the lame guy, who brought woman after woman there with one goal in mind. He was not nearly so successful as Josephine in the art of the pick-up, and Josephine wanted to get closer to the girl he was with. It gave her no small pleasure that the retro beauty looked at her up and down appreciatively. Josephine and Jackson wore the same uniform, but Josephine filled it out with her voluptuous tits and ass. Hell the guy with the girl had tried to come onto her once, but she had served him an icy scotch in a cocktail tumbler.

Josephine saw that the girl looked at her body. It did not mean anything, Josephine was the kind of woman that made other women look at her with longing whether they were into women or not.

She gave the girl a soft smile, as she walked over to them.

“Would you like another honey?” Josephine questioned sweet and softly, running her hands over her pants that she had creased perfectly.

The guy answered for her no, but the girl said yes,

“With extra cherries.”

The guy called her Kitty, before Kitty got up and went to the bathroom. She was clearly upset, and Josephine made eye contact with Jackson to go check on her. Rubbing her hands over her creased pants, Josephine looked in the mirror and cupped her breasts.

She would make Kitty all better…

My contribution to Friday Flash, is a flash prelude to this story. If you want to read more about Josephine, you can find her here. I am dedicated to using all the verbs from the verb list created by Richard Serra—you can find the list here. Yesterday I used “roll,” today I am using “crease.”

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Wicked Wednesday #203 – Go Ask Alice

“Do you have any questions for me?” Alice asked Fiona.

Alice stared at Fiona. She could not explain the way that she felt. There was nothing wrong with her relationship with Fiona. Nothing at all, and maybe that was why she was so defensive. Her prettily made up expression in the ornately framed mirror they had gotten at a flea market in Paris, was strange to her now.

When she fell in love with Fiona, Alice thought that that was going to be all for her. Fiona was beautiful, smart and talented. The life that they had together was the most amazing life Alice could ever have imagined, she went to bed and woke up happy. Fiona treated her like a princess, Josephine had said that she seemed like a princess when she saw her the first time.

Josephine.

Alice could still feel Josephine’s lips on her. From the first time they made out at the auction house, and from tonight at the bar. She took Fiona there because she wanted to see Josephine, but that had been a thoughtless move. The look of hurt on Josephine’s face had been too much to bear, when she saw her with Fiona. When Alice walked into the bathroom later, Josephine was already there and stared at her in the mirror.

“I’m sorry…” Alice had said to her. “I am sorry Jo…”

Josephine turned around, and looked at her. Alice could not say another word. Her head rolled against the wall as they kissed. Her hips rolled toward Josephine’s, when she cupped Josephine’s full breasts in her hands. Alice buried her face in the crook of Josephine’s neck, and Josephine caressed her back softly.

“Your queen is waiting for you…” Josephine said unceremoniously, walking away.

Alice watched Josephine walk away from her, before she turned to the mirror to make sure her lipstick was not smudged. Fiona did not say anything to her when she returned to the stool beside her at the bar, they seemed like the perfect couple as always across from Eliza and Oscar…

…and Josephine.

But as soon as they got into the cab, there was tension. Fiona walked past her and poured herself scotch, as soon as they were in their apartment. She stared at her for such a long time without saying anything, that Alice confronted her.

“Do you have something to ask me?” Alice asked urgently.
“Alice…” Fiona began.

Alice stared at her girlfriend, she would answer any questions that she asked her. She would never lie to Fiona.

“Alice, let’s go to bed…”

The questions that Fiona did not ask were heavy in the air. Alice stood in front of her. Confrontational again.

“What?” Fiona asked, her voice slurred. “I said let’s go to bed.”

And so they did.

I have started a new project, The Verb List, based on this list by Richard Serra.

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Masturbation Monday No. 85

Nichy was half-asleep, and felt like she was in a dream state.

She remembered everything that Tyler had said, she remembered that he said he was in love with her. She fell asleep hearing the timbre of his voice like a mantra saying he loved her. His sweet nothings in her ears, felt like he was playing with her clit.

Pressing herself to him, he immediately half covered her body.

“Are you awake?” she whispered.

“I can’t sleep with you beside me,” he said. “I have just been thinking about what we did…”

“Me too, you said you loved me…”
“I do…”

“I love you, I did not want to fall in love with you…”
“Why?”

Nichy felt shy with him looking at her, and ran her finger over his bare skin. His skin was warm, and made her melt.

“I never really knew you, even though we hung out all of the time.”

Tyler took her hand in his.

“And I was always coming onto you…”

“Yeah, it was a bit cheesy. Until we slept together, I never expected to feel so connected to someone while having a threesome…”

“Sex is always intimate for me, I am not really casual about it. I wanted to be close to you like, I wanted to be intimate with you…”

Conversation lowered between them, because it was not needed.

“I want you naked inside me, I want to feel you…” she sighed.

Having been with him without protection once, made her feel like she was not sure she was ever going to want to have protected sex with him again. Tyler entered her, and it was so much more intimate without any barriers between them. The heat of him warmed her, as he moved inside her.

“You feel so good,” he said, chewing on her ear. “I can’t get close enough to you…”

“I know,” she said hoarsely. “I know…”

Being with him felt like a dream, but she was wide awake…

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Sinful Sunday, Week 262: Captured

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My Sexy Saturday — Our Sexy Vacation

Sometimes, a conference is like a vacation. Tamara was definitely is in a vacation mood, as she eyed her bespectacled colleague, Clifford. But even though she planned on seducing him, seems like he was of the same bend:

“I want to taste you…” he said…

You can read the entire story here, in my previous post. I wrote this story for Kink of the Week, and I have to say…it is a kink of mine. I do love boys in glasses!!!

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Kink of the Week April 1-15: Glasses — Boys Who Wear Glasses

His lips surrounded the edge of his glasses, and Tamara felt it like it was her clit. There was the old adage that men do not make passes at girls who wear glasses, but there was nothing against making a pass at a man with glasses. Tamara was at a conference with Clifford, and she figured she was never going to meet him again, so there was nothing to stop her from approaching him.

From telling him exactly what she wanted from him.

She was in the hotel lobby, watching him suck on the edge of his glasses while he looked at the pamphlet for the conference. He was leaning against a column, and she leaned against the one diagonal from him. He never even looked up at her, but she felt such a fever between her legs.

“Hi,” she said, as she leaned against the column he was leaning against.

Clifford looked at her, as he put his glasses on.

“Tamara?”

Tamara pressed the inside of her thighs together, at the sound of her name on his lips. That he remembered her name, and used the right emphasis.

“Yes, Clifford?” she questioned, as if she was not sure.

He nodded, and smiled at her with his gaze fixed on her eyes in the way that let her know that he did not want to look further down her body. Tamara liked to wear dresses that covered her body, but that also showed off all of her curves. She loved her curves because they were hers, and she was not afraid to flaunt them. She was there as a financial specialist, so it was a given she had the brains.

But she was not afraid of her beauty.

Clifford was trying to be respectful, and pulled at his bowtie.

“Yes, I was just looking at the schedule for tomorrow.”

“Have you eaten?”

“Why no, I have not.” He looked at the bar that was parallel to them. With almost a silent consensus, they sat at one of the tables with plush scarlet chairs covered with scarlet and plum candles. Tamara could hold her liquor, but even though she could a glass of deep red wine beside Clifford on an empty stomach was intense. She was drunk before she even raised the glass to her magenta mouth, and was completely drunk by the time his naturally cherry lips touched hers. He had put his glasses to the side, and pulled her close.

“I want to taste you…” he said, against her jawbone.

Tamara watched her magenta lips part in pre-orgasm in his hotel room dresser mirror. Clifford sucked on her clit, the very same way that he had sucked on the frame of his glasses.

Perspiration beaded her temples like diamonds, as she watched him now. All this time later, she still had such a visceral reaction to his glasses—on his face, or in his mouth…

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