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Guest Blogger (and Friend) Kayla Lords Shares Her New Release Sir & Babygirl !!!

I am delighted to have Kayla Lords back as my guest! The last time she was here, we had cake and celebrated the one-year anniversary of Masturbation Monday. She is back to share the release of her newest (and of course sexy as hell) new release Sir and Babygirl: Family Ties–the third in the series following Sir and Babygirl and Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love. And yes, you can judge the book by its cover…let me let Kayla tell you more…

I’ve got nothin’ but mad love for Leonora (who I keep thinking of as “F Dot” – I really need to stop that crap!) so when she asked me to come visit again, of course I said yes! I also batted my eyelashes and asked very sweetly if I could share my newest release with everyone.

Actually, I think the exact phrase use was “pimpin’” but that’s me being sweet. Ha!

Anyway…

My latest release is the third in a series I now refer to simply as Sir and Babygirl. Each book focuses on a different part of their relationship, and each chapter is meant to stand alone. As you go through each book, you see their relationship development over time – and a lot of personal growth for a certain babygirl submissive – but I didn’t write it in a traditional romance novel format. Weird, I know. Blame it on my blogging roots. I like definite beginnings and endings when I write, and I have a short attention span with stories. (Sad but true.)

Anyway, these two are kinky people who live the BDSM lifestyle and have developed a Dominance and submission (D/s) relationship. So yes, there’s romance and relationships, but there’s a LOT of kinky sex, spankings, and both forced and denied orgasms.

The characters may or may not be based on my own relationship. Okay, it kind of is. The details and situations are different, but the personalities are a bit of us. (Oh, and not to spoil anything, a friend and reader asked if the ending of book 3 – Family Ties – had happened in real life yet. The answer is no.)

On to Sir and Babygirl: Family Ties (Book 3) which focuses on the most dreaded part of most relationships – meeting and getting to know their families!

Blurb

Johnathan is ready to take his relationship with Katie to a whole new level. His kids are away at college, and his sister has moved out. After months together, discovering their love and a D/s relationship as Sir and Babygirl that works for them, it’s time to meet the extended family.

Will Babygirl be able to move past her own anxieties? Can they survive the expectations of their families? And what happens to Sir and Babygirl next? Find out in the third set of adventures between a loving Dominant man and his willing and eager Babygirl.

Excerpt

Snaking an arm around her middle, he grabbed her mound and squeezed. She whimpered in response. The pain in her backside allowed her to ignore the swollen damp feeling coming from between her thighs.

“Mine.”

That one word sent spasms through her body. Oh yes, she was his. Every part of her was his. She desperately hoped he’d claim his property. Now, before the door bell rang and their vanilla life intruded.

He pushed one finger into her slit.

“You’re soaking wet, girl. Such a slut.”

She moaned in response.

In and out, in and out, his finger stroked the deepest parts of her body. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

“Don’t fidget, girl. I know what you need.”

With the smallest of movements, she nodded her understanding. He’d given her what she’d asked for, now he was going to take what he wanted. In the end, they’d both be satisfied.

The tip of his finger began to make small circles over her clitoris. Small, slow circles. Heat and pressure began to build. When she moved against his hand, he stopped and stroked her slit, slipping a finger into her body. Once she was still, he moved back to her clit.

Patience was required, and he was going to teach it to her one way or another. The circles came faster. Her juices coated the swollen nub, allowing his hand to move with greater ease. The pressure built higher and faster. A line of fluid trickled down the inside of her thigh. Her desire so high it could no longer be contained by her body.

He laughed against her ear. Yes, now, please. But he wasn’t ready to stop his game. Not yet.

Thrusting two fingers deep inside her pussy, he found her innermost tender spot. Hooking his fingers, he began a familiar tap-tap-tap motion. Babygirl trembled from head to toe. Her head fell back against his shoulder. Cries and whimpers filled the air around them. She was going to come and soon but she knew instinctively if she begged or asked for release it would be denied.

Just as her body began to convulse around his hand, he stopped and pulled away. An empty feeling deep inside caused her to groan. Dark laughter was the only response. A chuckle and his touch on her clit again. Hissing between gritted teeth, she tightened every muscle in her body, desperate to hold back the looming orgasm until he granted his permission…

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About Kayla Lords

Kayla is a full-time writer, sex blogger, erotic author, and babygirl submissive. When she’s not writing about BDSM from her perspective, she’s coming up with kinky sex scenes and waiting for her own Dominant to give her a much-needed spanking.

Follow Kayla on Twitter (@KaylaLords) or over at her website (KaylaLords.com) where there’s always something kinky to read.

Masturbation Monday No. 63–Featuring Kink of the Week, Nov 1-15: Nipple Play & Sexy Searching #8 To Boot!!!

Nichy left work early. She did not feel like being with anyone, she was frustrated enough and did not want to feel forced to engage anyone. She paused at the bar that she usually went to after work, but knew that she might see Renee at least.

But she did want a drink.

So she went to the bar a few blocks away. Sitting at the bar felt awkward and did not help her, as her damp crotch hit a rounded edge of her stool. Her nipples stiffened against her blouse, and she sighed.

She was sick of being horny.

There was no one behind the bar which was not surprising. Nichy had left early, and it was a weeknight. After a while, she saw the bartender emerge from behind a beaded curtain. Even without her tortoiseshell glasses, Nichy recognized and was surprised to see Theodora.

“Hi,” Theodora said, with a wide smile.

“You work here?”

Theodora nodded.

“I was at the other bar because even though I get free drinks here, the bartender that night was not as good as me. I am kind of a snob about who makes my drinks!” she continued to smile at Nichy. “What can I get you?”

Theodora had a smile that made you smile with her. Nichy almost wished that Theodora could give her what she wanted.

“What is your signature cocktail?”

Theodora leaned into her, and Nichy could see inside of her blouse as Theodora wore wearing a low-cut halter and no bra. She could see Theodora’s nipple when she leaned a certain way. Just a glimpse, but Nichy felt her own nipples harden. Nichy had never been with a woman or wanted to be with a woman, but Theodora was beautiful and she had an affect on her nonetheless. Especially knowing that Renee and Tyler had been with her, and she had seen her tipsy fooling around with them.

“I do have one, but of I tell you what I put in it…I will have to kill you darling Nichy…”

Nichy grinned at the reference to the Prince song which was inevitably mentioned throughout her career of being a Nichy…different spelling and all.

“So just give it to me,” Nichy grinned.

“I’ll give it to you alright,” Theodora said, leaning in a bit more and then moving back to make the drink. “It has Chambord in it. Do you like that?”

Nichy nodded, and Theodora place a shot before her.

“While you wait.”

Nichy sipped her shot like an amateur drinker, but she did not care. She liked to savor her liquor. The Chambord went right between her legs, and Nichy could not help but discreetly rock against the rounded edge of her stool again. She felt her nipples harden more, and closed her eyes when they grazed the edge of the bar.

Theodora moved behind the bar with a sensual grace, considering how many different areas of it she covered grabbing different bottles to put in the deep scarlet drink that she finally placed in front of Nichy. She picked up the Chambord, and poured herself another shot.

“So you know that Renee called me darling Nichy while we fucked, right? She told you of course?”

Nichy snorted the scarlet drink through her nose. Theodora grabbed napkins for her to dab at her nose.

“I’m sorry!” Theodora tried to avoid laughing, but the smile turned up the corner of her mouth. “I guess that she did not tell you. The way she is, well I thought she would tell it to you as a joke. I’m sorry…”

“She,” Nichy coughed a bit, before she continued. “told me that I was her first choice, but not that.”

Nichy eyed Theodora uncomfortably, but Theodora shrugged.

“The way she was looking at you at the bar, it was obvious. But I wanted to get fucked and I did. It was really good, and I am up for it again. But you were her first choice…”
Nichy nodded, finally getting a proper sip of her drink.

“This is awesome, but I know if you tell me what is in it you will have to kill me!”

“Yeah,” Theodora laughed. “Listen seriously, it is okay if Renee was thinking about you. I was thinking about someone else too…”

The buzzing sound of Theodora’s vibrating phone was foreign until she recognized what it was. Theodora grabbed her phone, unlocked it and then pressed it down on the bar.

“Is everything okay?”

Theodora looked at Nichy cautiously.

“Wanna see something? But it is really something…”

“Show me…”

Theodora stared at Nichy for a long time, before she picked the phone up and showed Nichy what was a video of a woman close-up playing with herself and her nipples. Playing with her large, hard nipples, as she moaned,

“Theo, Theo…”

Theodora put the phone back down on the bar, face down.

“Was that too much darling Nichy?” Theodora leaned in close enough to kiss her. “I just wanted you to know it was not a big deal. Caroline is away on business, and wanted me to know she was thinking about me.”

Nichy rubbed herself against the edge of the barstool on purpose. Her nipples grazed the edge of the counter again, and she wished that she could undo her bra from the front so that she could caress her nipples like Caroline was. It would not even take her seconds before she made herself come, especially since the alcohol was getting to her since she had had nothing to eat.

“So it was not a big deal.” Theodora continued. “As a matter of fact, Renee is supposed to come by here later. Because all Caroline can do is show me how much she misses me…”

Nichy took another sip of her drink, and realized there was no place to go to escape her horniness…

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e[lust] No. 76 With Dirty Panties!!!

Photo courtesy of Charlie in the Pool

I am always happy when I am included in e[lust], but this one is extra special because it includes my “Dirty Panties” story. This story is the basis of my current NaNoWrimo novel, and this acknowledgment from my peers hopefully will inspire me all the way to the finish line…

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Sex and the post-birth vagina

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Sinful Sunday, Week 240: J'aime Paris

This is me–at my usual seat at my favorite bar in Paris near my hotel, and where they always remembered me even though I have only been there once a year since my first trip. Ironically, I never got there this year to my dismay.

I really want to go next year to show Paris my love…

J’aime Paris…

More Sinful Sunday here:

My Heart is With Paris…

I am very sad tonight, because I love Paris…and my heart is there now…

This is a picture from my first trip there, from the top of the Tour Eiffel–which is black tonight…

Doubling Your Pleasure With Where I Found My Heart by C. E. Hansen!!!

Sooooo happy to have my friend, fellow Chemical Sex author (and chocolate lover!) C. E. Hansen on my blog today!!! She is a fantastic writer with an amazing new book, Where I Found My Heart. And she is generous too! She gave me not one, not two, but THREE excerpts from the book to share with you! Enjoy!

Blurb

Reny unable to face life head on, effectively shut out the world beyond her windows. Closing off anything that would remind her of her past – a smile, a laugh, a touch. She lived in a world of pain and sorrow, remaining safe in her cocoon, barely existing.

Libby was plagued by a desperate need to comfort Reny, needing to help her heal. Knowing without Reny’s recovery, she herself would not find peace.

Mark was searching for someone, he didn’t know who, but felt a strong need, a determination to keep looking…he had to find her.

Three people…three worlds collide, leaving behind the true path to happiness. Maybe you just have to say goodbye before you can say hello…

Excerpts

I learned real fast the pain is mine. All mine and will stay with me, whether I want it to or not. And no one, and I mean, no one, will or could ‘shoulder’ it at anytime. It’s mine. I paid for it and I own it.

I’m okay with owning it. What I’m not okay with is why.

Why did it have to be Dylan?

Why couldn’t it have been someone else, anyone, even one of those who wanted to shoulder it? One of those assholes who pretended to be heroes.

You don’t know how many times I wanted to say ‘You know…that’s a good idea. I wish you could take the pain. I wish you were dead instead of him.’ But those words never left the tip of my tongue. Instead they stayed there, lingering, turning sour like bile in the back of my throat. Simmering into a stew of malevolence until I had nothing nice to say to anyone…about anything.

Damn you Dylan. Why did you leave me?

I swiped at my tears. Still amazed I had any left after so many countless swipes.

“I’m so tired Dylan.” My words drifted up into the ether.

I left the half drank coffee cup on the table, stood and before I knew it, I was back in bed, under the blanket wishing I could fade away, disappear into sleep.

I rolled over and my eyes immediately fixated on the pill bottle prominently standing on the surface of nightstand and right next to it a gold band.

“Fuck you.”

They both had a power over me. I needed them to remind me of what I was, who I was. Those little blue pills were the only thing I had that could dull the ache. Lessen the emptiness, and the band…well, that’s why I needed the little blue pills.

*****

He traced the bottom of my bra with his fingers until he got to the center. Then he slowly—achingly slow—walked them up until he reached my nipples, which were tightening into oversensitive nubs.

I took a deep breath, trying hard to get air into my lungs so my head would stop spinning.

“Jesus Dylan.”

He pulled me back to him, until my body was against his and I could feel him conform to me.

His body actually molded to mine.

It was hot as hell.

He was hot as hell.

It was like we were one. I really think sometimes we were.

“No, just Dylan. Or sugar lips, or honey pie.”

I laughed out loud.

“You are so corny sometimes. You sound like a character in Gone with the Wind or something.”

“I do, don’t I?”

He cupped my breasts, and I immediately put down the spoon I was stirring the sauce with, and turned around to face him.

His eyes literally twinkled and I almost lost it. His amazing, light hazel orbs with the golden specks surrounded by thick dark lashes were my undoing. No. Actually, it was that damned smile of his. Gut punched me every time he used it. And he used it a lot.

“I think you need a break.”

“Oh, do I?”

“Yeah, you been slaving over that stove for um…” He overzealously looked at his watch, “twenty minutes now. I think you deserve a break.”

“Mmmm. I think you’re right.”

******

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you do that thing you do?”

I smiled. I was pretty sure I knew what he was referring to, but I was going to make him say it.

“What thing is that exactly?”

“You know.”

“No. I do a lot of things. Which ‘thing’ are you referring to?”

“The one where you put your mouth…”

I blushed. Yes, I still blush, but quickly recovered.

“Oh that thing.” I smiled.

Before he could ask again I scooted down to the end of the sofa and unzipped his jeans. He was musky from working out in the sun all day, but it was sexy. You know? It was sexy. It was Dylan and I’d take him any way I could get him.

He quickly stopped me from lowering his jeans, but moaned. I felt his erection under my fingers.

“Why are you stopping me?”

“I need to shower for that ‘thing’”

“Then what ‘thing’ did you mean exactly?”

“The thing where you lay on top of me and let me hold you close.”

“Oh, that thing.” I was as confused as you are now. I crawled back up his muscular body and lay my body over his. He crushed me to him with his strong arms and I sighed. I felt him kiss the top of my head and inhale deeply.

“Love the way you smell.”

“Good.”

He squeezed me.

“Love the way you feel.”

“Mmmm.” I was liking this.

“Love the way you feel against me.”

“Me too.”

I listened to his chest and heard his heart beat quicken. But not soon enough…and I wasn’t prepared. In one smooth move, he stood up, tossed me over his shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes, and walked with me squirming into the bedroom, then through to the bathroom. He leaned inside and turned the water on. All the while I’m flailing and yelling. Then he carried me, fully dressed—so was he—into our large shower and let the water cascade over both of us. I screamed then laughed so loud I was afraid I woke the dead.

“Dylan!”

He laughed, as only he could, and believe me, it was contagious.

“Oh, you!” I cried out in feigned indignity.

“You got me thinking.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Bout what?”

“Bout your offer.”

“What offer…” Oh, I got it. “And you thought you’d bring me in the shower with you so I can do what I offered.”

“Figured I’d kill two birds.”

“Oh, and how did you figure that?”

“I figured I’d help you with the laundry too.”

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Review and New Release Info: Bases Loaded edited by F Leonora Solomon @fdotleonora

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Wicked Wednesday #180 — Virgin(ity)

Eliza felt as vulnerable as she had felt when she was freshly sleeping with Rafe. She was more vulnerable than when she had been a virgin, because they shared things that she had never shared with anyone else. And when they were new lovers, Sandrine had had an episode like this. When he told her that he was going to be exclusive with her, Sandrine had thrown a fit like this.

Because she did not want to let go.

Eliza was unmoved by the deja vu of the situation. She knew that Rafe would not have called her there to have a scene with Sandrine.

A small smile filled her face. In her heart of hearts, Eliza believed that she and Rafe were solid this time.

At least she really wanted to believe they were and even though her stomach churned, she wanted to believe it.

She went over to him.

“Sandrine, I promise I know it hurts, but you have to let him go. You have to let him go…he is mine,” Eliza remembered saying to Sandrine so many years ago, when she was the one that was chosen.

Sandrine turned to stare at her at that time, and they mirrored each other’s youth and being in love with Rafe .

Now, Sandrine turned as if she felt her standing close to her. She stared at Eliza as if she was seeing her for the first time. They had not been near each other since the affair started, since she had broken the engagement…since they had reunited…

Sandrine stared through her, and Eliza did not blink.

Rafe had been hers forever, their marriage was a formality. He was hers. Sandrine had to understand that. This time Eliza was okay if they were not friends, because Sandrine needed to know he was hers.

Sandrine dug her nails into Rafe’s bare skin before she walked away. Eliza watched her, and noticed a pressed rose on the stairs leading to the restaurant.

Rafe stared at Eliza, shoved his hands in his pockets.

Eliza grabbed his upper arms, pressed her cheek to his chest and clung to him the way that Sandrine had. The desperation she felt was like that of a young virgin about to be taken for the first time. She needed him close, she did not want to know what had just happened.

She looked up at him, and he stared down at her. He pulled her close with one arm, and Eliza pressed her face to the warmth of his chest.

Because there did not need to be words. She did not want to talk about it anymore, she wanted to trust him. They were not going to be able to exist without trust and it was hard as hell for her, but she was going to trust him.

He kissed her throbbing temple, and she looked down fixing her gaze on the pressed rose.

There did not need to be words in his arms.

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pressed rose photo by f dot leonora

Happy (Book Release) Birthday Rachel Kramer Bussel from me & Guest Blogger Erzabet Bishop!!!

I am very happy to have Erzabet Bishop as my guest to help me celebrate the Dirty Dates book release, and my friend Rachel Kramer Bussel‘s birthday! Erzabet had me from polka dots…and she will have you too…

It’s release day for Dirty Dates and a very special birthday. My editor Rachel Kramer Bussel is gonna have the hottest party ever. I just know it. Maybe it will be clothing optional… I was asked by the amazing Leonora Solomon to write a little bit about my motivation for pretty things with a vintage kick and well…let’s start this party off with a bang.

Happy birthday Rachel. You rock, babe!

Beautiful things and people have always attracted me. Glam shots and pin up girls in particular. There is something artful about their knowing glances and suggestive smiles. Perfection under glass that you want to reach out and touch. But you don’t. Not without permission. You might get your hand slapped or a flogger to your backside.

Mmmm. A sexy thought…

My story in Dirty Dates is just such a tale. “Polka Dot Dress” is centered on Vintage Night at a local BDSM club. The main character Justine is gearing up for a hot interlude with her girl. Red lipstick (another fetish of mine and if you check out my Pinterest page you’ll see what I mean), a polka dot dress and some kick ass heels complete the look. Something decidedly surprising hides beneath Justine’s feminine frippery, and she can’t wait to show it to her girl. Ameliah waits for her lover, clad in a see-through dress, just itching for the punishment she knows is coming…

This story was so much fun to write. I like a dose of pretty with an edge. A dominant female who can take charge of a situation, and not be afraid to be a woman at the same time. Vintage looks personify that very thing. You don’t see the look often enough. Whether it is a female/female pairing or a male/female (or ménage for that matter) tryst I love exploring the power dynamics behind a woman being in charge. The thing I have found with my many conversations with people in the lifestyle is this–being a Domme is a responsibility and you are not necessarily the one with all the power either. The submissive calls the shots. Most people don’t get that unless you are in the know. It is a balance and one that can’t be forced by wearing mile high boots and wielding a whip. There has to be caring and trust involved. If you are the dominant partner, you act with the other person in mind always. Sort of like marriage. It’s a commitment. A choice.

Lately I have been writing a lot about Dommes and how they relate to the women and men in their lives. In my story Crave coming out from All Romance e-books in December (Pre-orders start on November 15th), I have a woman who was victimized by a serial rapist turned killer, but comes back to find her perfect place between two men. I found myself in tears more than once writing it. One Mistress. One Master. One submissive. Three makes a family. It is a police procedural ménage novella, and I can’t wait to see what you think.

In January, I have a new series starting based on the premise of this very story. A Cinderella tale of a missing Prince Charming and the two women who want him in their bed. But his former Mistress may not be ready to let him go. The war is on…The title is called Red Hot, and it is book one of the Sapphire Masquerade trilogy. It all came about due to working with Rachel, and wading deeper into the pool of erotic romance. In a vanilla world, sometimes there has to be a little bit of naughty. Dirty, pretty things make my heart ache with wonder and keep me writing into the night.

Happy reading…

XOXO

Erzabet Bishop

Excerpt from “Polka Dot Dress”

“What do you think? Falsies or mascara?”

Sorcha stood up and eyed the makeup tray. “Oh God. The last time I wore those damned things one fell in my drink.” She shuddered. “Here. Wear this one.” Sorcha handed Justine a tube of lash exploding black mascara. “It’ll make your lashes look bigger without having something looking like a fake spider on your face. You didn’t answer my question.”

Justine aimed the wand at her eye and paused. “If I don’t answer, you can deny all knowledge if she asks you when she comes home with me tonight.” She applied the mascara. “You didn’t glue the falsies down enough. They aren’t supposed to fall off like that.” She chuckled. “Besides, it’s only Pin-Up Night, not a beauty contest.” And then next week I’ll be back in my leathers.

“And how do you know?” Sorcha narrowed her eyes. “Jeez woman. I go to clubs in girl wear more than you do.” Sorcha’s gaze grew pensive. “So, are you going to spill about the sudden change in, um style? You could put a rockabilly chick in a permanent coma with the way that polka dot dress is clinging to your boobs. ”

“That’s the point, chica.” Justine winked. She reached for the tray of lipstick Sorcha brought out and paused, undecided. “What color?”

“Oh. Go for this one. The wine red will rock the red in the dress. And those kick ass shoes.” Sorcha picked out a shiny silver tube. “Here. Try it.”

Justine uncapped the tube and set the top on the tray. The lipstick popped up and she slid the sensual red color over her lips in a deliberate swipe. “How’s that?” She made a moue with her lips and blinked her eyes.

“Hussy.” Sorcha giggled. “Okay. So I won’t ask. You look like you should be baking cookies in someone’s kitchen.”

Justine grinned. “Now there’s something.”

Erzabet Bishop is an award winning author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date, Crave, The Science of Lust, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming 2016),The Devil’s Due (upcoming 2016), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium
(upcoming 2016), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming 2016), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015, winning the Goldie for her spot in two anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in lo
cal bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.

Connect with Erzabet via her website, Twitter, Facebook or Goodreads.

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Masturbation Monday No. 62

“Theodora was amazing, but you were still our first choice Nichy…but I am respectful of your feelings…”

Renee cornered Nichy in the morning by the water cooler, and for a moment, Nichy wished she had gone home with Renee, Theodora and Tyler. She tilted her cup of coffee in her hand unconsciously in response, to the way that she leaned toward Renee.

Nichy had come into work late that morning. She had woken up with a desire so heavy that she reached down between her legs, before her eyes were open. She was not surprised that she was already wet, because she had dreamt that she was about to masturbate. In her dream, she was on her knees crawling to a mirror so she could watch herself frig her herself hard and play with her breasts.

But she woke up, and the only variation in her plan therafter was there was not a mirror as she frigged herself hard. Her clitoris felt like a tight rosebud, but it got wet quickly and she arched off of the bed as she came. The corner of the sheet was adhesived between her legs, with her own come.

If she had left with Renee and Tyler, at least she would have gotten fucked and not have had the hits and misses she had the night before with Gavin and Graham.

While her mind wandered with the thoughts of what could have been, she was surrounded by the sweet, heady fragrance that Renee wore. Over Renee’s shoulder, she saw Gavin.

He walked over to them.

“Coffee,” he said as if asked, and looked at Nichy. “Renee, Nichy…”

Renee smiled at Nichy, and walked away. Nichy wanted to tell her that she did not have to go, but Renee had already walked far away from them.

“I really wish you had stayed last night Nichy…” Gavin began.

“I really wish you would have told me why…you know…”
Nichy folded her arms across her chest, and stared at Gavin defiantly.

Aside from the fact that he had been carrying a gun and would not tell her why, she resented that he acted like that was a normal thing to do.

Gavin ran his hand over his head.

“I told you Nichy, It was just something I felt like I needed. I needed you last night too.”

Nichy hated that she felt that sweet tightness all along her clit when he said that.

“You know what Gavin?” she started and looked at him. “You do not have to tell me. Don’t tell me a thing!”
Nichy was wound up when she walked away from Gavin in more ways than one. She went to the bathroom just before lunch to ease her heavy desire. One hand on the window sill, she looked at the graffiti heart outside of the window. The heart blurred the closer she came to coming. She closed her eyes when the pleasure became too much to bear, her hips undulated beneath her fingers.

For now this was the safest way for her to express desire. Graham had gotten mad at her when even after he kissed her she still asked him a ton of questions. Being alone made her much more aware of what she wanted, and what she did not want. Graham cold not overpower her with his usual tactics anymore and left. Gavin withholding was a deal breaker, and Graham could never love her the way she needed to be loved. The heart was still blurry outside of the window, after she came. Nichy was happy at least some of her tension was relived.

For the moment.

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