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The King

Sally did not realize that a sexual fantasy did not have to be over the top.

All of her life she had been over the top with lovers. Never ever did she imagine that she would get wet over the thought of being pressed to the kitchen counter with Calvin’s hand shoved down the front of her sweatpants. The taste of expensive wine on both of their lips and the kitchen fragrant with the dinner he was making, as he pressed his pelvis to hers and touched her like he was looking for a lost treasure between her legs.

Wet and anticipating, Sally moved against his hand. He said something to her in French–he spoke fluent French and Italian. Calvin had traveled a lot as a chef, but it was in New York that he wanted to put down his roots.

“And then I found you,” he had told her. “And I do not want to go anywhere else now.”

He had pinned her to the counter–she wanted to be pinned–and he touched her like he had found the gold between her legs. 

But she was sure that the gold was within him.

Thinking about them by the kitchen counter was now the sexiest experience she had ever had in her life, and she had done a lot of things with lovers. But the way he made her feel, and the way that she felt when she went over to him.

It had been so hard to say she loved him, but the way that he made her feel was something that she had not been able to keep to herself. She wanted to be close to him, and they had been closer in that moment than on any other moment she felt before that and they had been very close prior.

Calvin pushed down the waistband of her sweatpants and stuck his fingers inside of her. Sally held onto the counter as he finger fucked her, and then he knelt before her. She looked down at him, and the way he looked up at her took her breath away. Moving his fingers slowly, he replaced them with his tongue and Sally thought she would pass out from the replacement of the two.

She hissed as he continued to make love to her with his mouth. When he slipped his tongue inside of her, she bent over and caressed his head. It felt like a type of worship even though he was the one that was pleasuring her.

When he looked up at her, he was the king of her universe.

 

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Retro: Reverie

One more retro post about Sally, and then we can continue the story:

Chloe took a long look at her mother. She had of course seen pictures of her mother when she was younger, her mother had always been the youngest looking mom when she was a kid. The cool one who came to pick her up to take her to fun places, but it was her grandmother who took care of her primarily.

Sally had her hair pulled up in a ponytail, and her earring piercings were empty except for pearls that she wore that emphasized her faux rockabilly look. Her mother was beautiful, there was no denying that Oscar had been smitten with her which is how she did not know how she was able to pry him from her but she had.

And now.

She needed her mother, blood was thicker than water and she needed her. Sally looked at her with a face that displayed no emotion. She had agreed to meet her, but her face was smooth as porcelain not a crease of emotion.

“Mom, I am sorry for everything. But you are my mom, and I love you and I need you.” Chloe felt weak as she looked at her mother’s still calm expression.

“I love you Chloe, you’re my daughter. I am always here. It was not so much about Oscar, but the things you said to me about not raising you and acting like you did not need me. Like you did not love me.”

“I’m sorry Mom,” Chloe cried, and she rushed to hug her mother. I’m so sorry. But I think you are right. Oscar was out of my league, I should never have gotten involved with him. I never should have done any of this because now…I am in love with someone else.”

Her mother studied her with interest now. Chloe was afraid to say anything, because even to say it was pleasure and pain.

“I am in love with Rafe Morton.”

Her mother’s eyes widened, as she stared at her.

“Then you are in for a hell of a battle with his wife,” Sally leaned back with an ironic smile. “And she pulled a knife on me once, so I would be very careful. Both Oscar and Rafe love her to death.”

Chloe swallowed, she definitely could not compete with Eliza. But she had to have Rafe, she needed him now more than ever…

She walked out of the café after talking to her mother a little longer, and got into her car. She started to text Oscar, but out of the corner of her eye she saw that her driving was texting. As she was about to tell him to stop, the car swerved and she screamed. The sound of their two phones colliding was the last sound she heard.

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Retro: Elaborate

Looking back on Sally, so you can understand why she is so haunted—another retro post about the time Eliza pulled out a knife on her…

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Can you please put the knife down?” Sallyquestioned softly, as she studied Eliza. It really was only then that Eliza realized that she was holding the knife menacingly.

“I-I had someone come into my apartment and they tried to…” Eliza began to explain.

“I know, I feel like I know everything about you because Oscar is always telling me something new about you.” Sally sighed.

Eliza shrugged, as she realized that she had drawn blood in her palm with the blade of the knife she still held in a non-threatening manner now.

“I came here to ask you,” Sally held her hands together as if in prayer. “Does he tell you so much about me?”

Laughing, Eliza tucked her hair behind her ear.

“No, because you have barely told him anything to tell me about you.”

Sally smiled ruefully.

“I am asking you not to interfere with our relationship. Your relationship with him was marred by a lot, and I love him and I want a chance—“

“To what? What do you want a chance to do? Elaborate!”

Sally sashayed before her, and Eliza watched her with incredulity.

“—to love him.” Sally finished.

Eliza was silent, to love him. She had loved Oscar, and she was not sure if that was the reason that she did not want to let go…or if she truly just could not believe that Sally would really love him.

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Retro: Blogger’s Choice

A friend of mine asked me for my blog address so she could get caught up. It made me smile that she wanted to get caught up, and I told her that I had been writing this story since 2014 (!!!), that it would be a lot to read and she still wanted to. And then I thought to myself that this story is kind of “in” me. Eliza has been thinking a lot about her and Oscar, and there is one scene with them that I keep thinking about since I wrote it. It feels so integral to the latest chapter with them…so please indulge the blogger’s choice! To me, it is thought of as “the birthday party.”

Eliza’s motivation when she invited Oscar over to the party, and in general up to this point was she had wanted him to be close to Bibi. She was not completely sure that he could not have been her daughter’s father but she knew how she planned on raising her.

But Oscar had not resisted in calling her on it over and over again—his speculations about it. But none of that mattered now as he pressed her to the wall in the dark room, slipped inside her and she could not catch her breath from the shock and the pleasure. They made love like a detailed mechanism engineered to perfection. Their bodies moved as if they were meant to do this together all the time and they moved like they like a sleek, shiny machine.

But with feeling.

He did not let her go as they moved apart, and he made her look at him so she looked into his eyes disheveled and still breathing heavy from their lovemaking.

“Eliza…” he breathed, and kept looking at her.

“I have to go back—the cake…”

Eliza adjusted her clothes and her hair and kissed Oscar before she walked out the sound of her heels like thunder in the otherwise silence and went to get the decorative cake. It was multi-colored and said Bibi with flowers. She put a multi-colored candle on top, and walked out into the dimmed room that lit up when she walked in. Oscar and Rafe were with Bibi, who squealed when she saw her as she always did when she saw her mother. Cooing and laughing, she glowed like a little angel over the cake as she, Oscar and Rafe blew out the candles on the cake.

What wishes had been made? Eliza mused as the sweet birthday smoke hit her nostrils.

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Efficient Time-Management

Eliza and Rafe had planned a big night together. They spent time together since Bibi was born, that was not the issue. She was a delight of a baby who slept like they did and on their schedule, so they had time to be together as a couple.

Romantically.

But time without her was still time to be treasured. Eliza was dressed up and ready to go out with her husband, when he called her and told her that he was not going to be able to make their date.

“I am so sorry,” he said and she could hear it in his voice, but it did not make it any better for her as she looked at her dramatically made-up reflection. She had been so excited, and was ready for a night of love with Rafe. She ran her hands over her own body because she was still that hot that she wanted her body touched. She wanted to feel someone trace the path of her heat—even it was herself that had to do it.

Eliza pulled up her dress and even though her body looked different with her pregnancy it was nothing for her to see that she was sexy. Her fuller breasts turner her on with her more pronounced nipples. The stretch marks on her stomach let her know her body had done work, and she had Bibi to show for it. She felt slippery between her legs, and used her fingers to explore herself. As much as she wanted to let it last and let it linger, Eliza could not help herself and her fingers were in and out of her as she pulled at her hardened nipples. She came too quick, but still breathlessly savored the pleasure. Holding onto the wall, she regained her breath and saw the post-orgasmic flush all over her body.

What an amazing way to utilize her time before her husband came home! 

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Stars On Top

A throwback to Christmas Past!!! Rafe and Eliza are enjoying Bibi this year—and Oscar!!! Jeanne is enjoying being her aunt…look for a new story about Jeanne soon…

Eliza felt it had been enough time, enough time that she had spent brooding and Oscar made her realize that she definitely wanted to try to make up with Jeanne. She was not sure if Jeanne was going to want to even talk to her, after the scene that she had made at the bar.

But Jeanne surprised her.

She arrived at the cafe where they first met, and she had her hair up and wore her glasses. Jeanne also wore glasses, and had her hair up. They giggled when they saw each other. Jeanne got up from the table, and Eliza was not sure if they were going to hug each other or not. Eliza walked over to her, and curtly kissed her cheek.

Jeanne kissed her back in the same manner, adjusted her glasses and gave her a wan smile.

Eliza sat down, and as soon as she did the waitress walked over with a glass of the wine that she has always loved when she was there. She smiled at the waitress, and raised her glass to Jeanne.

“Thank you for agreeing to see me, I know that we did not end on good terms.”

“You are my sister, I was not a prize that night either. I did not have to flaunt my relationship…”

“I am happily married Jeanne, it should not matter to me. You are my sister, that is what should matter. Can we start over again? Can we try to start over again?”

Eliza studied Jeanne, whose face did not go hard but pensive.

“My mother was like my sister,” Jeanne paused and before she continued, Eliza noticed whenever Jeanne was emotional her accent became very French. “But she was still my mom, and I have very close female friends and as close as we are I am not sure I ever thought about them like sisters. I am sure I have room in my heart for a sister. It would be the star on top of all of my female relationships right now.”

Eliza smiled, and felt her eyes water. Jeanne wiped a stray tear.

“I already love you Eliza, I spent all of this time with you, before this all…” Jeanne waved her hand absently, and picked up her wine. “You’re my blood.”

Eliza picked up her own wine, and clinked it with Jeanne’s.

“I love you too,” she said and meant it.

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Love ‘Em and Leave ‘Em

Mathilda liked being alone—until she did not. 

She was very good with her fingers—she knew how to make herself swoon. But there was a point when she wanted someone else.

The bar downstairs from her hotel room was upscale. With a glass of wine by her lips, it was easy for her to seduce her object. 

There was a man, sitting in a suit. He looked like he was put out and was reading the Wall Street Journal. It turned her on to see a man who was so wound up. She looked at him, just once with her glass to her lips, and her tongue thrust out.

He looked at her, and she knew he was interested. 

That was all she needed.

Blondes supposedly had more more fun, but with dark hair, Mathilda found she was not having a problem. She was so secure with this man’s interest that she actually gor up and left the bar. Left her wine glass kissed with her lipstick and she was going to be gone.

When she felt a hand on her back, she turned around not at all aurprised to see her guy there still clutching his Wall Street Journal.

“Excuse me,” he started,and she smiled. 

“Yes?” she said, feigning surprise.

“The market dropped, and I could use a lift. You are a beautiful woman, and I saw you across the way…can I convonce you to stay? A glass of wine?”

“Maybe…”

Mathilda rode him like a champion. It aroused her, her hair shook about her shoulder and him groaning with pleasure beneath her… Happily it was his hotel room, and ahe was not going to have to ask him to leave.

It gave her such pleasure to take her pleasure and leave.

That was all she wanted…to love them and leave them.

Such pleasure in leaving…

 

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Naughty and Nice

Eliza felt her bottom shake after Rafe smacked it. She was on her knees on their bed, holding the bedpost. He snapped the elastic lace of her panty against her bottom, and she looked back at him.

“Turn around,” he practically growled, as he smacked her bottom again. “and take off your top.”

She pulled the delicate material over her head, and wiggled her bottom at him. Scrawled across her bottom in sparkly script were the words “Naughty and Nice.”

They had made love a few times she had Bibi, but this was the first time that they were doing something this kinky. They of course had played with kink, but she needed something more intense. Maybe it was her headset after having her daughter, but she wanted something more intense, she asked Rafe to spank her not with his hand but with his belt. 

He pulled her close to him, and she could feel him hard against her bottom before he spanked her with the belt and she gasped.

She gasped until he was done, and could taste her own mucous from her tears because she was letting him spank her this hard. 

Because the pleasure:

He pulled her close and rubbed the wetness between her legs to soothe her, and all she wanted was more from him.

She looked at him again, her eyes imploring…

 

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Good Loving

Mathilda had been surrounded by various bodies, and she realized that that was her superpower at the moment—that she was free of attachments. She was not with anyone, and for a woman like her that was an accomplishment.

But even if she was alone, that did not mean that she did not crave good loving. In her new hotel, as soon as she saw the gorgeous bedding she knew she was going to have a good night!

Alone!

When she slipped under the covers—naked—she felt her labia quiver with anticipation for the action to come. Dimmed lights and the skyline of the city she was in—which was not one that everyone knew but still lovely—was the background as she rolled around the sheets. The luxurious material against her naked body made her want to touch herself but she knew she would come too soon if she immeadiately touched herself. But the quivering was so intense, that she just pressed her hand against her wet skin between her legs, and lie on her back, her buttocks spread so that her anus contracted and she had barely started. Her nipples were hard as soon as she touched them—as she knew they would be.

Pulling the sheets over her, she submerged into just the realm of her own sensation. A finger stuck in her belly button felt as erotic as anything—every part of her that she touched was so sensitive. Touching her nipples was a way that she could have her release, but she knew that she wanted to touch her core. It was so sweet when she did. She was so wet, it was almost too easy for her so she made herself almost come—and then not almost and then no.

It was like being lost at sea, rising and falling. Rising and falling. She thrust the seats of of her, and saw her naked body and the rough pleasure she was giving herself which made her rise, rise and fall.

Naked and spent, she looked at herself in the mirror with a smile. It was good to see her own pleasure.

It felt like she had forgotten…

 

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One-Year Wedding Anniversary

So I have not been able to access my blog for almost a week, and this post is soooo late and Masturbation Monday will be late as well. But better late than never–please celebrate Eliza and Rafe’s one-year wedding anniversary with them!!! Maybe because it was Halloween–maybe some spooks with that spooked my technology?!

 

Eliza was happy to go somewhere more private with Rafe in the lounge. The hallway was decorated dark and sparse like a cemetery. They were tangled in exaggerated cobwebs and moon-colored lighting, as they moved into a private room that had a “Reserved” placard on the satin sheets.
Rafe pulled her softly into it, and closed the door with his leg. He pushed her to the wall inside, and she looked up at him.
“Do you want the door open or closed?” He asked her, his breath and the halo of his lips on her jaw.
“Closed,” she breathed, and caressed his face so she could kiss him.
There was a drink minimum at the bar, but they had been drinking before they got there, so Eliza at least was tipsy. But not so tipsy that she did not remember that she had just seen Terrence with another woman, but was completely focused on Rafe.
He closed the door all of the way, and kissed her so hard he lifted her off of the floor. She wrapped her arms about him, and pressed her face to his chest. Eliza felt so safe in his arms, she felt like everything that was wrong with the world would be okay if he held her.
“I love you…” she said looking up into his eyes, and he looked down at her. His eyes soft and warm.
“I love you Liza, let’s get married.”
Eliza smelled the liquor on his breath, and laughed.
“Let’s get married,” he repeated.
Eliza was silent, as he let go of her on one side. She was even more silent, as he handed her her ring.
Her engagement ring.
Her arms tightened about his neck.
“Ingrid and I are not getting married Eliza. It just was not going to work, and she saw what I knew but would not say. That I still want to marry you. I love you. Marry me, this time for real.”
Eliza could not see him because her eyes were so filled with tears.
Her eyes were still filled with tears a week later, when she saw a picture of them—her wearing a vintage white cocktail dress and him wearing a vintage suit with tails.
Mr. and Mrs. Hughes…

 

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