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Wicked Wednesday #190 — Porn / Kink of the Week Jan 16-31: OTK Spanking

Eliza sat on the edge of the bar stool as Oscar approached. At this point, Josephine the hostess-cum-bartender raised her eyebrows with familiarity when she saw Oscar arrive and Eliza would swivel around on the edge of the stool at her signal.

Oscar pulled her to him with more force than he normally did, kissed her so hard, she wondered if her lips would bruise. Eliza looked at him, and he waved the card for their room just out of her reach. Eliza kissed him again, before she turned around and looked at Josephine. She was so eager to get into bed with Oscar—she did not count the bills as she placed them on the bar.

Josephine’s smile at the probably overly generous tip was a blur like an ad on a subway station as Eliza ran to the elevator.

***

Seeing herself lying naked with Oscar, was like seeing her own homemade porn. She wrapped her arms about him, tempted to take pictures or record them with her phone. It would be like her porn to distribute, instead of Rafe’s.

She knew that he was seeing Margaux, but coming across pictures that he had sketched of her was like encountering his personal stash of porn. It was almost unbearable.

But now—with Oscar—she could make her own. Climbing on top of him, she groaned when he grabbed her ass and pulled her to him.

“Take a picture of me?” she queried.

“So you can show your fiancé?”

Eliza shrugged, and rolled off of him. He pulled her to him with one arm, and slapped her backside.

“Why do I have to always feel like I am playing second fiddle to Rafe, Eliza?” Oscar asked, lying on his back and pulling her on top of him. “I feel like I need to put you over my knee.”

Eliza felt between her legs turn to mush. The thought of him spanking her. He had not spanked her since the early days, when they first met. But he never spanked her that hard then, because they did not want to leave marks on her.

But now she did not care if there were marks.

She straddled him, and he grabbed her by putting his hand through her thighs. This embrace was more intimate than anything else they had done.

“Are you seeing me again because Rafe is seeing that fetish model?”
“You know about her modeling?” Eliza sighed.
Oscar laughed.
“I am a man, I would know her! She is beautiful…she looks like Myrna Loy? Do you think?”

Eliza pushed at his chest.

“Maybe I ought to spank you, saying that to me!”

“She is not as beautiful as you…”

Eliza knelt beside him.

“Now that you might get a spanking I am more beautiful…”
“You are reminding me of Bettie Page right now…

***

Eliza slowly scrolled the pictures on her phone in the cab beside Oscar.

She did look a little like Bettie Page, that menacing way that Page had about her. Stills of her spanking Oscar, her hand on a red patch on near the crease of his bare ass…

He was not able to be restrained on her lap. He had wiggled and shifted on her lap unable to help himself, which had antagonized her and turned her on all the more.

Made her strike him like a match.

“You look hot as hell on my lap,” she said aloud.

“Are you going to show them to him?”
Eliza stared out of the cab.

The photos were for her, her own personal stash of porn.

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E[Lust] No. 78 — The First One of 2016!!!

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£10.53
Balance of Light
Advent Calendar 2015 – Day 24

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Why Sex Fiction?
On using him

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

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Masturbation Monday No. 72 — Tease!!!

Nichy looked at Renee unable to say anything, as she watched her slowly caress herself. Suddenly Renee threw her head back and laughed.

“Don’t worry Nichy, your tease status is going to remain intact! You do not think I am dumb enough to think you are suddenly going to give me what I want? And of course you are seeing Gavin now…” Renee smiled bitterly. “But I will damned if I am going to go back out there to watch Theodora and Caroline practically fuck, and get a blue pussy because I am not going get any action…I am going to make myself happy…”

Renee spread her legs more on the plush velvet seat, and ran her hands through her hair. Without any delay, she played with herself. At first her fingers barely teased her lips, but increasingly, she played with herself in earnest. Her fingers moved like a fine machine between her legs, her moans steady as a motor.

Nichy felt Renee’s moans vibrate through her body. She felt her temples dampen as she watched her. It was not the first time that she had seen Renee masturbate, and she had to admit that the time that Renee had grabbed her tits as she had so bluntly put it…Nichy had had thoughts of if she had acknowledged what Renee had done.

Renee’s head pounding on the wall made Nichy focus more on the reality of Renee, and not the idea of her. Pushing all of her fingers into herself, it almost looked like Renee was going to get her first inside herself.

But she didn’t.

Renee’s head thumped against the wall as her head rolled, and her hips swirled.

“Ohhhhh…” Renee moaned gutturally, with her eyes closed.

Nichy watched her move her fingers slowly from inside of herself. She could see Renee’s heart racing as she moved her fingers up from between her legs to her stomach. Slowly, her fingers trailed between her full breasts, and then suddenly she slipped them into her mouth. Nichy watcher Renee suck her fingers that were moist with her come. It was feline the way that Renee licked her fingers.

“I like the taste of myself,” Renee smiled at her. Standing up, Renee put her clothes back on—she had never taken off her heels—and she walked over to the bathroom mirror where she looked at herself before she walked into the stall.

Nichy listened to Renee pee, she still had not moved from where she stood. She still stared at the spot on the couch where Renee had put on her show. Because it had been a show and a dare. Renee knew that Nichy was not going to do anything. Even if she had wanted to, she was with Gavin. Though now she was horny, and there was nothing she could so about it…

Renee sprayed her with water after she washed her hands.

“Are you ready?” she asked Nichy.

Nichy nodded.

As Renee walked by, Nichy reached out and ran her hand over her friend’s hip, her fingers spreading over her backside.

Renee turned, and looked at her.

“Why is your hand on my ass?” Renee asked.

“Because I wanted to see what it felt like…
“And you waited until I put my dress back on?”

Renee stared at her with parted lips, and Nichy said nothing.

But she did not take her hand off of Renee’s backside.

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Sinful Sunday, Week 249: Posing (Ode to Rothko)

posing

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My Sexy Saturday: One Sexy Girl

Vivian Lord is the hottest Hollywood actress, and the star of Kenneth Harrison’s edgy new Broadway drama, “Hogtied.” But she is more than Kenneth–or any of the cast and crew–can handle! Especially when she requests having the scene that gave the play its title, written out of the script. Unless Kenneth can show her why it is so necessary…

“Well then show me. Show me why. I am just an actress, I need guidance…”

Kenneth was frozen in his place.

“Mr. Harrison, won’t you come here on the stage, tie me up and force me to come? I need guidance. Won’t you?”

There was something condescending in her eyes, and yet softness to her snarl that seemed to lead him unconsciously past the others scattered in the house seats and onto the stage. The lead actor handed him the rope.

“She is all yours…” he whispered in Kenneth’s ear.

Kenneth walked over to Vivian, who stared up at him, eyes wide with feigned innocence and indulgence.

You can read the entire “Hogtied” story over at the Volonté by Lelo blog, and you can read more My Sexy Saturday posts here:

Sexy Searching #10

Since I am now self-hosted as fdotleonora.com, I will not look at my old WordPress site for this month’s Sexy Searching meme. I am going to use:

“What do you mean you cannot identify the search terms? What are we paying you for?!”

The door slammed.

MJ pushed her glasses up into her hair, and stared at Luke. Normally he had a smile on his face when one or the other of the married couple they worked for stormed in or out of their home office, but now he looked pissed.

Luke never looked pissed, he was always the calm one. Seeing him upset, made her upset.

“What’s wrong?” MJ questioned. “The storm will pass, like always…”

Luke studied her, and MJ was glad that he could not feel how her heart thumped or how extra sensitive her clit felt. He was gorgeous, and the only thing that was good about working in the basement for a New Age celebrity couple who was every bit as uptight as their image was not. Working for them was excruciating except for the endless coffee–acquired during multiple trips to get the perfect espresso shots for the Mrs., and red eyes for Mr..

And working with Luke, who she felt privileged to sit across from every weekday and because of the demands on their website and social media. many weekends and evenings. Sitting next to him was as good as sex, because she knew it was the closest that she was going to be to him.

Her closest to having sex with him.

“I just do not know how you are going to deal with this when I leave…”

MJ’s jaw dropped, as Luke hit his mouth.

“I did not mean to blurt that out MJ, but I have another job offer.”

“And you accepted it?”

“Thinking about it.”

“Oh.”

“MJ, neither of us is happy here. This company? Maybe you can apply…”

“I am happy here,” she said, looking at her computer as her lip trembled.

“You deserve so much more than this…”

Luke touched her hand, and it was like lightning struck her entire body.

“I am fine here, I know how to figure everything out.”

“No, you like the endless coffee!”

“And you!”

MJ slapped her own mouth now.

“What?” Luke asked.

MJ stared at him, and he held her hand.

“What?”

“MJ…”

“I’m sorry, I should not have said that…”

“MJ…”

She stood up, but Luke held her hand. Her leg started to shake from nerves.

“I need to go, I need to see if Miriam or Jim needs…”

“MJ, I like you too.”

MJ pulled her hand loose from his, but then she looked at Luke.

“I was thinking I needed another job, because I am sitting across from you hard most of the day and have had the worst case of blue balls. I sound like a jerk, but I can’t sit across from you and not want…You are gorgeous, look at you…”

Both of MJ’s legs shook.

“Are you okay?”

“My…my legs shake when I am nervous…”

“Come here…”

Luke pulled her onto his lap.

He was hard.

“I’m sorry,” he stammered. “There is nothing for you to be nervous about. I was going to leave because I know that I cannot be at working like this anymore…”

“So you never even thought to tell me?”

“You said you are married to your work, this stuff, your blog…everything. I did not think that you would have the time of day for me…”

MJ reached for his hard-on that he strained his body for her to avoid.

“MmmmmJ…” he moaned, when she touched him.

Luke pulled up her blouse and kissed her back. No one had ever kissed her like that there before for the first kiss. He kissed her back and caressed her bare breast, that he coaxed out of her bra cup.

MJ could see her orgasm face in the computer screen, after he slipped his one hand inside her jeans and the other over her breast. Watching him make her come, made her come faster.

“If you leave, we would not be work colleagues anymore, and we could see each other…” she purred.

“I am not going anywhere,” Luke said, kissing her spine again. “I have a ton of unknown search terms to find with you…”

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espresso shots via wikipedia

Wicked Wednesday #189 – Introduce/Kink of the Week Jan 1-16: Kissing

“You never introduced me to your fiancée before!” said the beaming man, who appeared out of nowhere.

Rafe held Margaux closer, as she buried her face in his shoulder.

She was happy that they were at least going to the upscale restaurant where they had had dinner several times before…as opposed to their upscale hotel for this faux pas.

“This is Margaux,” Rafe said, holding her even closer. “She is a good friend, but not my fiancée. You have embarrassed her!”
Margaux looked up at the man that stared at her now with a new purpose. He took her hand, even as Rafe held her close and pressed his lips to her cool fingers.

“I did not mean to embarrass you Margaux,” he said, still leering at her. “I was just about to have dinner by myself. Unless of course you two do not mind…”

Margaux wished that Rafe would have declined his tactless invite, but she knew that it would look weird. His arrangement with Eliza was not for public consumption, she knew.

Dinner was awkward, fortunately, she was easily distracted by the sumptuous feast served. But the blood from her medium rare steak grew cold as their dinner companion—whose name she had not requested—stared at her. Margaux savored the cold blood, if it meant that she did not have to engage with the man. She felt that he lingered, because he hoped to find out that she was not just simply a friend to Rafe.

Rafe astutely steered the conversation in the direction of business since it was apparent they were business associates, but not close. Margaux was impressed at how abruptly he dismissed his associate without it seeming like anything.

Like magic.

Not unlike the magic he had worked on her.

What else could she think moments later, sitting astride a hotel chair naked looking at him? Not for sex, but because he wanted to sketch her?

Margaux could not say no to that, who could say no to an artist? How many artists had made her drop her panties? She dropped her chin into her folded arms, and sighed.

“You promised you could stay still,” he said quietly, not looking up from his sketch pad.

It was mildly offensive that he had not looked at her like his business associate. She was used to being looked at.

But that was why Rafe was special. They had been spending a lot of time together, and it was all with the premise of getting to know one another. They had not had sex, even though she wanted it. But she loved this too, that she could literally naked with him and it did not have to mean that they were going to have sex. The space of not having sex in a relationship was like another galaxy, when kisses were like water on a desert…

“You ruined this picture, I cannot finish it…” He pulled the sheet out of the sketch pad, and was going to rip it when she jumped up. Her naked breasts bounced against her.

“No! Let me see!” she cried.

Rafe stood up, holding the sketch pad up over his head. She reached for it with both hands, and he captured both of her wrists with his hand. He kissed her, and the steam of it reached her other set of lips. Margaux parted her legs to cool the heat there, as he let go of her hands. He pulled her close to him with force, the scent of him permeated his crisp white shirt and she pulled at his tie. She gnawed at the tip of it, before she flung it over his shoulder. He slapped her backside and the heat rushed between her legs again as she kissed him sloppily. Their mouths moved like weapons of pleasure and destruction, as they caressed and bit each other.

Out of the corner of her eye, she briefly caught his sketch of her straddling the chair, chewing on her lip—a mixture of amusement and nerves. She looked something like that infamous photograph of Christine Keeler, except entirely like herself.

A perfect rendering.

She kissed his throat, and the lump there that made him make her think otherwise….

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State of the Blog

I never do an end of the year round-up, and I never talk about what I plan to do for the year. I make resolutions every day…But this blog is something that I share with you and a lot of things are different, in just the first almost two weeks of 2016. With the help of Michael Knight aka @DomSigns, I am now self-hosting as fdotleonora.com! I love everything that has come with the changes, but there are some learning curves. For example, if you are subscribed to fdotleonora.wordpress.com–please subscribe to this site on the sidebar. You might still get updates from me, but you should re-subscribe on my sidebar. I miss being close to you!

While you are re-subscribing to this blog–or subscribing for the first time–I have two new blogs as well that I am hosting. First, I am doing Click Click 365 with Exposing 40, Kilted Wookie and The Other Livvy. The blog is like a four-person photography show, with photos from each of us for 366 days–this year is a leap year! Go take a look, I don’t write there at all–just take pictures.

Second, I inherited a flash fiction meme that I have renamed Friday Flash. The meme is a monthly, and you can learn all of its details over on its blog. I have to say, I never imagined that I would host a meme! But following the tradition of amazing blogger friends like Marie Rebelle and Molly, I was inspired to not let it die and I hope that it inspires others like it inspired me…

The gorgeous badges for the new blogs were done by Oleander Plume of Pretty Poison Graphics — click on them!

Lastly, I am the sex blogger of the month over at Kinkly.com, you can read my profile here. Gosh, when I started this blog I never would have imagined all of this! I am thankful beyond words for everyone who reads my posts, and even more thankful for all of the wonderful people in the community who inspire me. You cannot imagine a person more happy to do what they do, because there is no one happier than me doing this I promise you!

*steps away from the podium*

Masturbation Monday No. 71–For Kayla L.

Nichy felt unsure of herself. Had Dorian really been there, or had she imagined him? She turned to Renee, who was still sulking. Theodora pressed against Renee at the bar, and smiled at Nichy.

“Come on, let’s go. There is a much better bar close by, and Caroline wants to let loose!”

Caroline had her hands on top of her head, as she swayed her body like a bellydancer with her head tilted toward Theodora.

“Renee?” Nichy nudged her friend.

Renee stood up.

“Let’s go.” Renee said sullenly.

The four of them walked slow as molasses out of the bar, and crushed into a cab. Renee sat up front by the driver, so Nichy was crushed in the back with Theodora and Caroline. The two women only had to graze each others’ bodies, before they were all over each other.

Nichy could not help but look at them out of the corner of her eye.

Caroline wore a blouse with a deep neckline, that Theodora had no problem slipping her hand into to caress her bare breast. Caroline placed her hand on Theodora’s thigh as they kissed, and caressed Nichy’s thigh with her fingertips incidentally.

Nichy shifted in the cab, already turned on from watching the two women make out in the bar and now being part of them. It was as if Caroline knew that she was touching her, and was trying to dare her into something. Realizing that she was softly tipsy, Nichy smiled as she watched New York City landmarks flash past her.

Theodora pressed into her, and she realized that the two women did not care if she was part of their session. Theodora pressed her hand onto Nichy’s thigh. Nichy turned, and buried her face in Theodora’s hair. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Renee sitting looking straight ahead. She touched her friend’s shoulder, and moved away from Theodora.

“Renee, are you okay?”

Renee turned around, looked at her and smiled,

“Yes.”

The four of them spilled out of the car, and pored into the dense crowd at the new dark, vintage bar. Caroline had her arm about Theodora, kissed her neck and then asked,

“G + Ts all around?”

Silence, but the drinks were served up in quadruple fashion. Nichy took a drink, when Caroline whispered in her ear,

“Let’s go to the next floor…”

They all followed Caroline, because she clearly knew her way around the bar. Downstairs was a dark space with a red tint from the red velvet furniture there. Caroline sat on the plush red velvet seat, and pulled Theodora down with her.

“Come on,” Theodora said, looking at Nichy and patting the space beside her as Caroline kissed her neck. Theodora curled into Caroline, and they picked up from where they had left off in the cab. Except in the bar, in the red-tinted shadows, Caroline slipped her fingers under Theodora’s short dress. It was clear watching Theodora, that she was moving in response to Caroline’s fingers in her. Nichy watched Theodora arch in the throes of pleasure, her nipples visibly hard through her shirt. It was obvious when she came, which was almost instantaneously. Nichy thought maybe not so instantaneous, because they had been making out all night.

Nichy turned when she felt Renee move beside her. Renee stared at the couple, before she walked away toward the ladies’ room. Nichy followed her, because she knew that Renee must have had enough by now.

“Hey, do you want to go? I know that seeing Theodora…” Nichy started.

Renee stared at her.

“No, you know what Nichy?” Renee looked at her, then lowered her eyes and turned toward the sink. “Never mind.”

“What?”

Nichy stood beside Renee at the sink.

“Nothing, I said. You don’t need to come in here and babysit me Nichy. I am fine.”

“No, you are not,” Nichy said, looking at Renee’s reflection in the mirror when she looked up from the sink. “You are not.”

Renee’s eyes reflected back at her were dark. Nichy stared at her, waiting for her to tell her why she was so angry.

“You know, you purposely ignore that I want you Nichy. I am sitting next to you, and watching Theodora make out with Caroline, watching you watch them and looking turned on…”

Nichy swallowed. She had been turned on, but she had no idea that it had been so obvious.

To Renee.

“And yet you act so oblivious when it comes to me. Like I am not good enough for you, I was in bed with you and grabbed your tits and you…you acted like it was an accident.”

Nichy looked down at the sink. She remembered that night, and she had ignored Renee’s advances.

Renee walked away from her, and Nichy followed her surprised when she heard the door lock. She looked at the door, and Renee stood there taking off her clothes. There was a plush velvet seat, and Renee sat on it.

Naked.

Nichy’s eyes lingered over Renee’s curves and full breasts. Renee slipped her fingers between her legs, and Nichy could see she was wet…

…even in the shadows.

Our fearless leader Kayla Lords inspired this week’s Masturbation Monday for me.

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Sinful Sunday, Week 248: Top Hat

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Wicked Wednesday #190 — Porn / Kink of the Week Jan 16-31: OTK Spanking

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