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Up Close and Personal

Jeanne started to miss Terrence more and more. Her love for him was solid, but he was away a lot. She did not mind if he was away as long as they communicated with each other frequently. Not all of the time she knew he had a job to do, and did not have time to play with her as much as she might want him to…but she loved the time he could afford her to say hey babe.

She loved when he Face Timed her, or when he sexted her saucily in the middle of the day.

Sometimes if she was working at home on an article she would send him a sexy pic, something to get him going but nothing as good as the real thing—she saved that for when he was with her. But when he was away more and more, she started to be more randy with her teasing.

The curated porn that she watched on Ogler really got to her, because it was exactly what she wanted from Terrence. At night was the hardest because she would really miss him in bed with her, and wanted him so much she could feel his body even if he was not physically with her.

He missed her the same way. They fell asleep Skyping, and she woke up and saw him asleep on the screen. It was such a closeup of him that she saw pores she had not memorized, and when he woke up he saw her. Seeing their faces so close was like porn, until they decided to push the limits of even that. She pushed the strap of her camisole down and he wanted to see more. Even though he was on a screen she felt so vulnerable because she had his full regard. He looked at her hungrily, like he had never seen what she was revealing to him. She wanted to see more of him too.

“I want to see your legs,” she said, and it felt brazen because they had been looking at each other so close up from only the chest up. But he sat up, and drew his legs close to his chest.

Her hand which was already between her legs, clutched herself even more. She did not play with herself, but seeing his legs was so intense visually that she clutched herself where she throbbed.

She was so hungry for him.

More Masturbation Monday here, More Fleur Friday here and more Friday Flash here.

retro photo via wikipedia

Opera Seria

Sabrina was silent, she wanted to pretend she was a shadow. Harry jumped out of the bed, erection bobbing and wrapped his arms about her. From there, she turned from a shadow to stone. His warm body felt like ice to her, because she was shocked and because she had not been with him for such a long time.

“Sabrina,” he said, looking in her eyes. She looked at him, and beyond him. “I thought you left me, I thought I was alone.”

She supposed she could not fault him for feeling like that since she had not spoken to him in over a month. She had not answered anything he sent, and had been sleeping with Graham the entire time.

“Yes, I am just keeping Harry company,” Harry’s curvaceous partner padded over to them, and put her hand on Sabrina’s. Harry looked at the woman like she was a ghost, and Sabrina remained stony.

“This is Charlotte,” Harry stated as if he had to. “And yes she is just here because you were not.”

“You’re beautiful,” Charlotte said, standing before Sabrina. Sabrina stared as Charlotte moved in closer and closer. Their kiss was soft, and Sabrina felt compelled to put her arms about her.

Sabrina had no idea what she wanted right now emotionally, but sexually with this saucy woman and Harry who she had missed and craved was too tempting for her to say no.

Unlike the foursome that they had had with Gui and Carole with the mirror overhead, the mirror was to the side as she watched Charlotte slither like a python between her legs, all of her curves on view as she did. The mirror captured the dark desire between Sabrina and Harry, as he took her from behind. Charlotte worked herself over thoroughly, as the animalistic coupling took place shifting her on the bed. Harry felt like he always had inside her, but so removed from him he looked different. Even as her body trilled from the resounding way he made her come, she knew that she would not stay there after.

There was nothing to talk about.

It was a dark symphony, as her trilling still from orgasm body shakily rose from the bed. Charlotte still slithered on the covers, and Harry looked and sounded thunderous as he said, “No!”

In the mirror, it looked like a pornographic opera that would never take centerstage at the Met, but was more dramatic than anything that could ever be presented there.

More Masturbation Monday here:

image via wikipedia

Hands Up for the Elust 116!!!

I remember the first time I read Elust. I did not realize that it was a digest of erotica at first, before I read several pieces that I liked. I never imagined that I would be part of it ever, and I am always humbled by that.

I hope you find new and old favorites below…

Elus6 116 Hyacynth Header

Photo courtesy of A Dissolute Life Means

Welcome to Elust 116–

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #117? Start with the rules, come back April 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

The Space Between Us

Language Matters

Extraordinary Hands

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

I believe I can fly.

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

photographie érotique ~ a perspective

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Body Talk and Sexual Health

Love Hurts
Lustless
Parity
Relearning How to Masturbate.
My Cunt is Art
Hormones, Anxiety and Menopause

Erotic Non-Fiction

Watching Their Mouth

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

The night I went to a BDSM club
A higher age of consent for bdsm?
Fear

Erotic Fiction

hands up
Do you Dare? After Party Party
The Waiting Game
Vicki’s Dream
The Fear Factor
Bloomed Bright
My legs are longer than my patience.

Erotic Non-Fiction

A couple of couples

Blogging

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Do you really want to hurt me?

Writing About Writing

The Problem with Perfectionism

Suffocation

New York City felt like a foreign country, after Sabrina had spent so much time in Graham’s home just outside of the city. But since she had barely been outside of his house since she took refuge there, it was like learning to walk again in the city.

She had finally decided if she was going to say something to Harry, that she might as well see him and not bother with a phone call. Her keys to his apartment felt sharp in her hand, like she had an open blade on her palm.Walking into the apartment, the smell was familiar but foreign like a place that she used to love but had not been to for a long time.

But there was something different.

When she walked soundlessly to the bedroom door, she was not even surprised. Should she have said something? Should she have let him know that she was coming, or was it better that she had just come?
That she had just come like the woman who was in bed with Harry.

Sabrina leaned against the door. She hated herself for her feelings, but seeing what she usually got from Harry being given to someone else…especially since she had not seen him for a long time and there was a part of her that very definitely missed what he gave her. Not that she had not been intimate with Graham and enjoyed sharing that with him, and the way he always treated her like a princess made her feel special.

But it was suffocating in a way. She realized that she could be with a man who she found suspect, who might be guilty of a crime—but she was not sure she wanted to be suffocated. And this made her think that she would be okay to be with Harry, who was pounding into this woman with his hands about her neck and she wrapped her hands over his so he could squeeze tighter. She had faint bruises on her breasts that Sabrina realized were love bites new and faded. The woman gasped not out of breath, but with more pleasure. She came again, and Harry hit her breast fondly as he came to rest on his side and she followed him. A sudden crash sent the bottle of champagne that Sabrina noticed only then to the floor, as the crash like thunder drew their attention to her standing in the darkness.

More Masturbation Monday here, more Kink of the Week here.

gorgeous image this week from Masterseye

Dreams (Reprise)

If you have been following this series regularly, you know Eliza has been having a time of it– especially after last week! This week, she is on a hiatus, and I found an old Wicked Wednesday that also had a dreams theme!

Eliza sat at the bar, her legs crossed as she nursed her drink. Josephine, the bartender smiled at her intermittently. The sparkle of her own diamond engagement ring made Eliza blink so fast, an eyelash slipped into her eye. She blinked until the lash did not irritate her anymore, and took a sip of her cocktail. When the man walked toward her, she knew him and did not know him at the same time. She studied Oscar as he approached.

“Waiting for your fiancé again?” he asked, sitting next to her so that her thigh pressed against his.

Eliza saw Josephine look at them out of the corner of her eye, but Eliza was not able to restrain herself from pressing closer to Oscar. Not able to resist her making thigh press even more to his.

She nodded in response to his question.

Oscar put his hand on her thigh, and Eliza saw Josephine actually lean over the bar to look to see where his hand fell on her thigh.

“You going to leave with me again?” he asked.

Eliza put her hand over his on her thigh.

“You wanted me here Eliza, you wanted me and now I am here…”

She nodded, and got up with him.

“Do you have a room here?” she asked quietly.

Oscar was quiet, and in her heart of hearts, Eliza had to admit that she liked him best like this. Rougher, and taking charge of everything. Taking charge of her. He took her hand, and they walked out of the bar urgently.

“I do not have a room here, but I cannot wait anymore…” Oscar said, his hand on her hip.

They walked to a door marked “Staircase B.” And like on the staircase in the gallery at Fiona’s opening in Shanghai, Oscar kissed her. He pressed her to the wall, and it felt like a fever spread between her legs. Eliza was smoldering. When their lips parted, her mouth was still open as she panted.

“You want more?” he teased before he kissed her again, and held her face in both of his hands. He bathed her face with warm kisses, it felt like he was kissing her between her legs.

She had memorized his touch. Just as she was about to come, she was startled.

“Liza?”

Eliza’s eyes were slit, and heavy with sleep.

“Mmmmm…”

“You were moaning loudly in your sleep Liza baby, you were having a bad dream…”

She closed her eyes, heavy with sleep and deception.

Rafe kissed her shoulder, and she curled up against him. He took her hand with her ring on it, that felt like lead on her finger. She felt the weight of it, even when she was not thinking about it.

And she liked it, what the ring signified. When Rafe proposed to her again, she did not hesitate not to say yes. Yes to him, yes to wearing her ring. Her finger literally had felt naked without it. She said yes, and Josephine had given them celebratory flutes of champagne with strawberries.

Her dream did not make sense, it did not make sense that she would imagine herself meeting Oscar all over again. But this time knowing him. Knowing they were going to go off together. Knowing they were going to make love again…

Until Rafe woke her up, thinking she was moaning over a bad dream.

He did not know…
More Wicked Wednesday dreams here:

bar photo with dreamstate filter by f dot leonora

Ribbon in the Sky

Harry looked up, as he was walking down the hall and saw Charlotte. She smiled, surely he did not think that he could just abandon her when she worked for the company that just merged with his? Especially not now that she had been relocated to this office…possibly she could have had something to do with that but that would be her own little secret, she smiled to herself!

He looked blank as he approached her, as if he had never fucked the living daylights out of her. As if he did not know her. She did look very different from the last time he saw her naked in a puddle on her bed after he had fucked her damn near incoherent. The way she presented in the office, she did not reveal any extra flesh. She wore pants, her hair twisted up and a jacket. Playing her look down for the office was necessary for her on so many levels, because with her physique even a demure pantsuit was something of a provocation for the men in the office.

But she only cared about Harry, and he looked like he was not in the least bit interested in what she had to offer. At close range, she was silent. She instinctively felt that was what he wanted, and she wanted what he wanted.

It was later, much later that he reminded her that she was not in control of this situation. That she was not the boss.

“Look at yourself!” Harry demanded in a hoarse whisper, as they stood before the executive bathroom mirror.

And Charlotte did, his necktie about her neck. She had admired the tie when she encountered him earlier in the hallway, popping out in contrast to his black suit. Now it was about her neck—the only thing she was wearing as he remained completely clothed—before he covered her eyes. From her neck to her wrists, and about her waist, Harry wrapped his tie like a magic ribbon around her. He let her look in the mirror at his manipulations, but not at him.

“Get on your knees,” he demanded hoarsely again. His tie pulled her hands up over her head, as she kneeled before him. He pulled her face to his crotch through the manipulation of his tie. Charlotte pressed her face to his familiar bulge and closed her eyes in the executive bathroom, on one of the top floors of this skyscraper so close to heaven…

Reverent.

More Masturbation Monday here.

neckties via wikipedia

Flicker

Charlotte woke up, soothed by her own softness in contrast to the rough sex she had had with Harry. She had feared that he was out of her life forever, and she did not want him to be. She wanted him so much it hurt.

From the moment she saw him, she wanted him. She had not been his first choice that night. He was on the prowl and she was DTF, but he was not thinking about her in the least. Charlotte knew she looked hot—she always did. She usually had to fight men off to leave her alone. But Harry was hot too, and he had his pick of beauties. She was not the only one there who was ripe for the picking.

It was a cocktail party for her company–a company his company was considering a merger with. Harry wanted nothing in the form of a merger with her it seemed. There was another beautiful woman who he watched, and Charlotte smiled. She would just bide her time. That cold fish he was trying to catch…he would tire of the pursuit soon enough. Charlotte could easily read other women. She knew who was hot to trot, and who was colder than an iceberg.

Harry sure enough did come for her. His eyes were like fire, as he looked her up and down. Her body hummed with lust, when he flicked her nipple through her dress spilling a little of her white wine onto her hand which felt cool against her hot skin.

Charlotte savored the intervals of cool air, when later their bodies slid off of each other’s perspiration. When Harry spanked her breast and pussy, she felt the suction of his palm from how wet her body was. His face buried between her legs, she sighed as he ate her out and the wisps of air in between cooled her sweat-dampened chest and hard nipples that he kept flicking. The flicking of her nipples made her even wetter. She heard the dampness as he licked her, and groaned her pleasure loudly.

That was what he was to her before he disappeared. And now currently hard nipples and wet pussy…he had disappeared again.

More Masturbation Monday here.

candle via wikipedia

When Harry Met Sabrina… (Flashback)

This is a flashback to when Harry met Sabrina, and a prelude for next week’s post!

Sabrina was restless in the middle of the night. Alone, she was confronted with all of her life choices–and changes. Her body of course ached for something more, it was the middle of the night when she was alone in bed.

That was when she was the neediest.

But then she realized she was not alone. Fully awake, she realized Ben was with her, curled onto his side and not holding her anymore as he had when they had fallen asleep.

She got up from her bed, and moved into the kitchen where she saw the reflection of her naked body superimposed onto her neighbor.

She was going to look away at first, but he looked at her, and let his hand slide right into his pants. It was fair after all, since she and Ben had practiced no inhibition with him earlier. The look in his eyes was something between desperation and helplessness. Sabrina watched him, with a twisted smile. She did not budge, but stood there letting her body be fully seen, letting her breasts bob like apples and looking straight at him. That was all she had to do.

Be an object.

He looked at her for awhile, his face contorted with his emotions. She knew if she touched any part of her body, it would be like igniting a flame.

She touched her lips, and watched him explode. Come spurted onto the window, and he banged it as he came. Sabrina continued to smile, and watched him with lowered shoulders as he grabbed paper towel to wipe the window.

She turned then, turned off the light, forgetting about the snack she had wanted for herself. Everyone had deep desires in the middle of the night, and they had just eased those for each other.

More Masturbation Monday here.

when harry met sally via wikipedia

Hands Up

Harry needed to take the edge off.
He watched Charlotte apply her makeup, applying her blush with the delicacy of a feather. She blew a kiss at him.
“I was wondering what had happened to you? You have not called me in a long time!” she said.
Harry did not feel like engaging in conversation—that was why he called her. The only person he had wanted to talk to was Sabrina, and she has not called him back. He had no idea where she was, and he was feeling anxious.
Without any preamble, he stood behind Charlotte and placed his hands around her neck. She leaned into his touch.
“Tighter,” she said, reaching up and putting her hands over his.
He loved the feeling of her hands—her small, soft hands like she was a lady of leisure.
“No hands,” he said. “not your hands.”
Charlotte put her hands down, and his hands tightened around her throat. Her neck was small and soft like her hands. He could break her or kill her. Her life was in his hands, and he got a boner from it.
Just when he was afraid he would go too far, he let go of her neck and she rolled her head toward him. He raised her hands over her head.
“Keep them up, no matter what I do…” he said before he kissed her neck.
Charlotte was always obedient. He knew she would listen, but it did not stop him from raising her up by her hands. He made her face the wall, so she could not see anything he was going to do to her in advance. Her gasps turned him on, like when he slipped his fingers into her damp entrance. He was rough and she kept gasping, as she clawed the wall like she was climbing it.
She did not put her hands down, because he has told her not to.
He shoved his finger in and out of her until that was not enough and he put his dick in. Still mock climbing the wall, Charlotte lifted her leg like an animal in heat, and he pounded into her.
“Harder, fuck me harder,” she commanded, as she pounded the wall.
He did, he was going to whether she wanted it or not because he needed to fuck her hard. That was why he called her because he knew that she would want it as hard and rough as he needed it.
Harry liked seeing her faint nail polish on the wall from where she had been scratching the wall after. She was lying down on her bed in a puddle of her blanket. Her nakedness was enticing, but he wanted to go.
He had done what he needed.

More Masturbation Monday here, more Kink of the Week here and more Friday Flash here.

makeup via Molly

Back to Life

Karys thought she was safe when she went to the bathroom, but as soon as she was there…she felt Mal’s hand on her shoulder. She already knew that he felt like, and she had only been with him the one time.

But the one time between them had been so intense. So amazing that Karys could not look him in the eye because he would know that she felt something and she should not feel anything for him. It was not okay, this was not supposed to happen.

They were not supposed to happen.

But he turned her around, and she looked up at him with the eyes that she knew he could easily decipher as her desire. He leaned down and kissed her, as she wrapped her arms about him hungrily. She wanted him, she wanted more of what she had had with him and clearly he wanted more of what they had had as he slipped her into the single-person bathroom.

The tiny room was filled with mirrors, so she could see every angle of them.

He pressed her to the door, and kissed her neck.

“We can’t,” she said as he slipped his hand under her dress and found that they would be more than able to because she could feel how slick and wet she was before she heard the faint clicking of her wetness as he moved his finger in and out of her.

“We need to, I need to…” His breath was heavy and ragged. “I want you.”

With his last sentiment, she felt the explosion inside her.

She needed it, she wanted him too.

Karys let him sit her on top of the sink, and she ignored the dampness under her bare bottom when he did. Her eyes were fixed on him, as he unzipped his pants and she saw his already familiar erection slip out. He slipped into her with ease, as she wrapped her arms and legs about him. She felt the warmth of his breath, as he groaned when she kissed his neck.

Karys came in such a rush, she lost her breath before he kissed her breath back.

Like he was bringing her back to life.

Wasn’t he?

More Fleur Friday here.