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Everything Roses

Sabrina walked around Graham’s estate with familiarity. She knew it like an animal that had marked its territory, this had been their house. Not everything associated with the house or Graham had been bad. When she wandered aimlessly down the stairs to the kitchen, Hyacinth had a big smile for her. She was hoping Hyacinth would be there already. The older woman was Graham’s housekeeper, and had been like an older sister to her. She confided everything to her, and Hyacinth told her everything that she knew in turn and promised her that Graham loved her more than anything in the world.

Sabrina knew that, when they fell for each other, it was like the world tumbled all about them. She did not want anything but to be with him and vice versa. When she moved into the house, she was its mistress and his muse. He wanted her dressed beautifully all of the time, and wanted her to only do things she loved to do.

“I will take care of you,” he had promised, and he had the only way he knew how to. She did not judge him for his criminality, but it was when she as scared to stay in their home that she had to leave.

Now she was back, she was the mistress again. Hyacinth spoiled her with fresh fruit–fresh everything. She drew a bath got her because Graham said that his Nusch was supposed to be pampered and taken care of. That she had been through a lot, and that was what was he expected of her.

Hyacinth bathed her in roses, and scrubbed her skin smooth. Sabrina could not deny this was what she wanted. She smelled of roses and sweet musk.

“Graham said that I am not to dress you, he just wants you to smell of and lie in a bed of roses until he comes home.”

Sabrina was sure she was rose-colored, but Hyacinth smiled a knowing smile. She knew that she loved and hated Graham’s attention.

So Sabrina indeed did lie on the bed naked, and Hyacinth and another woman artfully surrounded her in roses. The smell was so sweet, Sabrina was lulled to sleep by roses, dreamt of roses. A rose petal was just within reach of her tongue and when she frivolously reached for it, Graham appeared. His own tip slipped out of his trousers, Sabrina let her tongue suspend indecisively—the tip of the rose or the tip of Graham?

Being naked for such a long time, and residual pleasure from their lovemaking the night before made her decision hasty and swift. Gracefully, she shifted all of the artfully placed roses and placed his tip in her mouth.

Graham held her head, and moaned. A deep moan that let her know that he had missed her. He picked up a rose, and rubbed it against her nipples and between her legs. She could see it all when she looked up at him—his dick filling her mouth in the mirror overhead.

She was home for now…

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roses via wikipedia

Tell Me…

The moment she picked Rafe up from the airport, the moment their eyes met…Eliza felt happy. Her hiatus from work, allowed her to do that–something as simple as picking her husband up at the airport. Sometimes she wished she was ready to go back to work, but she was not. When she was working, she was always rushing. Not working, she had time to reconnect with Rafe. Had time to get close to him and get actually get married, as opposed to the long engagement they had had.

Being married was the best thing she had ever done.

When they were finally in bed–she had lingered for a long time before. She drove Rafe home, and served the dinner she had made for him. Drinks were sipped, while she massaged and pampered him. By the time they got to bed. she knew she could touch him anywhere, and he would be ready.

He would be set off like a firecracker.

Instead she asked him how could she make him feel good? What could she do to make him feel good? Rafe looked at her helplessly.

“I want you to tell me how to make you feel good…” she purred straddling his torso, and she felt him pump his hips like she was sitting on his dick. “Tell me…” she purred more, and rubbed her naked, wet lips–upstairs and downstairs–against him. He groaned under her wetness.

“Here,” he grabbed her hand, kissed it and then pressed it to his nipple. Yes, she knew if she played with his nipples enough she could make him come. Firmly riding his chest, she pulled at them, and moved down his body so she could kiss them but he came before she could. The feeling of his come on her skin was what she needed to explode. Dual explosions within the same region.

She was so glad her husband was home…

This week I was a bit daunted by the Wicked Wednesday prompt–what was I going to see online? Luckily I saw this amazing article by Lilith Bealove for Bellesa!!! Communication is always a key!!!

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The Archer

Sabrina picked up her phone and saw that she had a bazillion messages from Harry—but she was not ready. She turned to the side, Graham pulled her close even with his eyes closed.

He was that possessive.

She had liked that for a long time. The feeling of being wanted. Graham always held her hand firmly when he did, held her body firmly and made love like he was trying to go through her. Sabrina had felt like the resurrected ghost of who she had been with him the night before.

He always went through her.

His naked body was warm and irresistible. He always came for her, it was not always good when he did but he would never let her go—she knew that.

Graham was a Sagittarius—the Archer—her sign was irresistibly drawn to his sexually. Their sexual attraction had never been in question. The beginning of their relationship was the most intense sexually that she had ever experienced.

But she had fallen in love with Harry, and her relationship with him was the most emotionally intense she had ever had. Yet there was no doubting that there was always something of Harry that she could never get to. Something of him that she could not access, and she wondered if that was the part of him that maybe had the potential to murder a woman?

Graham did not open his eyes as she faced him, as his hand caressed her body and her thoughts stilled like statues at a fountain. Her thoughts stopped flowing except to one place…She felt the pressure there that only one thing could alleviate. Graham’s fingers slipped between her legs, she heard his intake as if he was surprised she was wet. Of course she was wet what else would she be with him touching her? He was only touching her, and she was about to come from the residual pleasure of their night before, and the impending pleasure to come.

Her phone buzzed and she acknowledged it in her head, but Graham’s course fingers moving in and out of her occupied much more space. He fucked her with his fingers like he would fuck her with his dick, and she was about to come. His eyes were still closed like he did not even need to know what he did to her. But she supposed he could hear her, and feel her and smell her to know she was about to come…

…and when she did.

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Masturbation Monday No. 229 via @fireandhoney

Sabrina had never been to Graham’s New York apartment before, the entire time that he managed to always know where she was and she just accepted him as a permanent presence in her life. The apartment was in a less savory area of the city than she would have expected him to be in, but she felt safe with him as holding her hand as he took her up the stairs of his steep walk up. His apartment was modest, but belied his typical style and flair throughout.

“Are you okay here?”

She nodded.

“What do you know?”

Sabrina knew that Graham had some policemen in his pocket because he would not have been able to get by in his line of work if he did not.

“The case is not look clear cut, but Harry was the last person to see her and it does not look good with the unhinged texts. It looks really bad.”

Sabrina sighed, she was not sure what to feel as she wrapped her arms about herself.

Graham wrapped his arms about her as well, his body made her feel good. It should be hard for her to feel so comfortable with him after everything, but she did as she kissed him.

He pushed her lips away.

“This is not why I brought you here…”

“This is what I want now, give me what I want.” She took off her dress in one gesture, and pressed her body to his. “I need the distraction.”

Graham pushed her away again, his rebuff still making her skin sizzle with arousal.

“I know you do, and I brought you here for that purpose. But I don’t want to just be a distraction this time…”

“I want you.”

“I always want you, but this does not feel right. What are you pretending you are fucking Harry, and everything is okay?”

“I never pretend with you,” Sabrina looked down, and her eyes got wet. “You know I have never pretended with you.”

He lifted her face up to his.

“Why is it never me? Why have you never come back to me? How long do I have to chase you? You love a practical murderer more than me? Anything illegal I have ever done has been for business. I never just hurt a woman to hurt her.”

Sabrina looked up at him. It had been hard to leave him because she had loved him and his style of love that was not for the faint of heart. She had needed it, she still needed it from him.

“I want you,” she whimpered helplessly, her lip quivering and he kissed her. She had been about to use her power, her manipulation on him but she would not have to after all as he swept her up into his arms. Her neck felt bruised from his earlier bite, and she wanted him to bruise her everywhere. What did she care what Harry would say when she got back?

This was what she needed, and she was still not sure she was going back.

Graham inside of her filled her more than anything filled her. He knew her too well and she felt ultra vulnerable with him, but she needed him now more than she wanted him. It scared and exhilarated her.

He spread her so wide, she was sure he could see into her and knew everything of her dark heart…

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image via Violet Fawkes

Smut Marathon 2019—Don’t Forget to Enter!!!

This is the second time I am entering the Smut Marathon! I did not get as far as I would have liked the last time–but I am excited!!! My lovely friend Marie Rebelle runs it, and that is all I need to say–I will let Marie say the rest!


The Smut Marathon 2019

 

I am delighted that Leonora has invited me to tell you more about the Smut Marathon. I am sure the 2018 edition has not gone unnoticed, but I still want to tell you all about it.

 

What is the Smut Marathon?

 

The Smut Marathon is a writing competition that has the likes of a marathon. When you sign up for it, you have to be prepared to be writing for ten different assignments, starting at the end of January and only stopping at the end of November. But, don’t worry, you have more than enough time to write for each assignment, and they start out short and grow longer the further in the competition we are, and the less writers there is. You see, the Smut Marathon is a knock-out race. Only at the end of the first, third and fifth round no writers are knocked out, but in all the other rounds writers have to leave the marathon when they have the least votes from the public and jury combined. Those votes are cast by the public and jury, not knowing who the authors of the stories are.

 

What kind of assignments do you get?

 

Assignments are different every year. Some assignments might sound similar, like when I ask the writers to include a certain amount of dialog in their stories, or when I give the first sentence of a story and ask the writers to take it from there. Sometimes you might like an assignment, and sometimes not, but I encourage everyone to write for an assignment regardless. You might just surprise yourself and discover new things in your writing.

 

You might want to look through the different rounds of the Smut Marathon 2018 to see what kind of assignments you can expect.

 

What’s in it for you?

 

Fun!

 

To me that is the one thing I want you all to have, even though I do know that the competition element is there too. Approach the Smut Marathon as a positive, fun experience and I promise you, it will be just that! Furthermore, you will learn more about yourself and about your writing.

 

Other than this, I contact sponsors for prizes for the writers who reach the final and end in the first, second and third place. When a marathon starts, I have no idea who the sponsors will be, but try to have a couple of prizes for each. Last but not least, all writers have a chance of being published in the annual Smut Marathon anthology, which will be published by Sexy Little Pages. We are working hard on the first one!

 

So what do you have to do now?

 

Sign up for the Smut Marathon 2019 (http://smut.rebelsnotes.com/2018/12/sm-2019-entries/) of course. Come on, challenge yourself! Yes, there might be a chance you drop out at the end of the second round, but then at least you have tried. However, you might surprise yourself and make it to the final round, or even win the 2019 edition. How cool would that be!

 

I look forward to see your entries appear in my inbox! Be quick, before you know it’s the 20th of January 2019 and then the entries close. Enter today!

 

Much love to all.

Filling the Void (A Meme Combo)

Jeanne was restless.

She knew Terrence was away for business, but she missed him so much she went to his apartment and slept in his bed. His scent would be have to be enough to fill her.

It had been a long day, picking up Sabrina at the airport and then Eliza posting Harry’s bail for a crime that none of them could not believe he had committed.

Sabrina loved him enough to go home with him, and Rafe trusted Eliza enough to allow her to help a friend of hers like that.

Jeanne curled up into a ball. She was alone in the massive bed, her hand between her legs to lull her. That was what you wanted when you were in bed alone. Thinking hard about the man who gave you comfort when he was in bed with you.

When she heard the door click, she jerked her hand from between her legs and looked up. Her heart raced, and then—

Terrence?

She thought it and said it at the same time.

He was taken aback.

“Jeanne?”

“I missed you.”

No points could be given for their technical skill that night. Terrence slowly loosened his tie, and undid the buttons of his shirt.

She was already naked.

He unbuckled his belt, and she enjoyed the combination of shadows and his actual flesh bared to her. There was something of a horseshoe shape on the ceiling, as his belt lassoed away from them when he tossed it. Jeanne got wetter as his weight dipped the mattress, and he covered her. He kissed her neck, and she closed her eyes to take in the sensation of his lips. They were a little chapped she was sure from the dryness of the airplane cabin, but felt nice touching her skin. She was embarrassed when he slipped a finger between her legs, and she could hear the squelching of her wetness as he did. He moved his finger more because it seemed to have the opposite effect on him.

What they did after was so intimate and lazy. Nothing for the textbooks, but exactly what she wanted.

Her man deep inside her, filling the void that she had anticipated that night.

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Masturbation Monday No. 228 — Flight via @_LittleSBitch

The four of them got into the car, Sabrina sat next to Harry.

Silent.

They had driven from JFK to the police station. Sabrina had pressed her head to the bars of the cell and looked at Harry there. She wanted to believe he was innocent, she knew what Damaris was like. Damaris had set up Gui, she knew who Damaris was but now that it was Harry she was filled with doubt about him.

He had spent the night with Damaris, which bothered her more than anything else. Another woman was one thing…

And now Damaris was in a hospital bed clinging to life, and Harry was the main suspect. He was the last person to see her vital, and the angry texts on her phone showed he had motive to cause her harm.

“I did not do it,” Harry had said behind the bars.

Eliza had paid his bail after she asked her husband. A minor amount for them, a fortune for Sabrina. Jeanne sat next to her sister in the car across from them, and Sabrina and Harry got out at their apartment.

Harry was even more silent than usual.

I did not do it, was his mantra when he did speak.

Sabrina nodded, and walked outside after a while.

She needed a moment.

She went to their neighborhood bar, and she wondered what people, regulars thought seeing her there alone without him? She felt vulnerable and as if she had conjured him up, Graham walked in and sat beside her.

There was nothing for him to say—he always knew everything. He wiped unexpected tears from her cheek, and pulled her close to him. She trembled into his arms, and he walked her heaving body to the bathroom.

Heaving and lachrymose, she got into a stall where Graham pulled her close and kissed her so hard but she could not feel it.

She was numb.

He lifted her chin up, and kissed her again.

“Keep your eyes open,” he murmured as he kissed her and without removing any of her clothing touched all of her hot spots. She burst like a supernova. “I can take you away from here if that is what you want.”

Sabrina stared at him, her eyes wide and ready to take flight. He bit her neck, and she took flight figuratively.

She wanted to go away.

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gorgeous woman taking flight via Little Switch Bitch

Quartet — Four Memes in One

Before

Damaris sleepily crawled on top of him, Harry was still mostly asleep–though he had been thinking about picking up Sabrina from the airport later. Bed with Damaris was different than with Sabrina. Damaris smelled alluring, she oozed sensuality and danger. She slithered on him like a snake, straddled his hips and pushed him into her. There was nothing for him to say. He was hard and she was doing all the things to rouse him. She rode him like a demon, at one point he looked up at her and she looked sad like a spectre. But when he touched her to see if his hand would go through her it did not. She was warm and soft to his touch. Her eyes however wandered, and then latched onto his like she had found something she had long been looking for.

After

Damaris stood on the rooftop an ornate glass with amber fluid in her hand. Harry had had to leave work early to find her. Damaris had gotten all of his information in the hotel room. He had ignored texts from her at work, thinking there was not going to be anything else between them. She had just been married and lost her husband–how could she have gotten attached to him so quickly? When he saw the video of her looking drugged on his phone, he had not been sure what to do. When he got to the hotel she was on the rooftop unresponsive. He called the front desk, and told them his friend was not responsive. At that point, he knew he was not going to be able to pick up Sabrina. He knew he was going to have to have some minor questioning at the police station.

Harry rested his head against the bars of the holding cell–he had not known just how long he was going to be detained…

Very late–but better than never!–I present last week’s Masturbation Monday, Wicked Wednesday, Friday Flash and Kink of the Week.

image via Molly Moore

Masturbation Monday No. 255 — Floral

Harry backed up against the wall, his hands settled on Damaris’s hips. She looked in his eyes, and kissed his neck over and over, chewing on his skin which aroused him beyond arousal.
“You have always been so nice to me, no one else…would be like you are being to me. If they saw me,” she said nibbling on his neck.
“Everything I know about you is something that someone told me. That is why I asked you to tell me your story,” he replied, pulling her hips to him.
She unbuttoned his shirt, and licked his neck where she has nibbled. His hands moved from her hips and cradled her breasts. She felt warm and soft, like she was melting in his hands. The scent of sandalwood on her body and around her made him want more from her. His kisses all over her body turned to bites, and she asked him harder, harder.
“Draw blood, I need to feel it harder,” she whispered with her eyes closed.
Harry wanted to bite her, but he knew the primal way he felt he could lose his mind and he did not want to do that. He was so hard, he knew he had to be inside her quickly—there was no time to wait.
“Get on the bed. Do you have condoms?”
“Let me put it on you,” she said as she rolled on her side, and took condoms out of the drawer beside the bed. “I know how to do it without my hands.”
“No, maybe you can show me that another time.”
Damaris handed him the condom, and she touched herself. She was still wet and he could hear the clicking of her wetness as she played with herself. He heard the wetness of her break when he thrust into her. She looked into his eyes, and looked so vulnerable as she caressed his body, kissed his chest and moved under him like she was greedy for everything even though he was giving it to her.
“Harder,” she whispered hoarsely. “I need it harder to believe it.”
Harry stopped altogether, and looked at her. Her eyes were wet and vulnerable.
He kissed her.
“I can barely keep my hands off of you, I want to grind you through this bed, but I also want to savor you. Let me do this the way I want to, I know what I am doing—you have seen that.” Damaris nodded, and he entered her again. He grabbed her breasts, and she arched up but he smacked her hip so she would not move. “Spread your legs wider.”
She looked at him and spread her legs wider, putting her hands between her legs and opened herself up to him. She looked like a flower, and he thrusted in and out of her until he felt her wrap her arms about him and she moved with him. He felt that she was having sex with him finally and not trying to manipulate him with her body.
Harry pulled her close to him. Her body melted against his, and he felt himself melt with her.

 

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The Eyes Have It — Three Memes In One!

Harry felt lonely, and that was something that he never really felt. He understood why Sabrina had gone to London, and he was okay with it. But she went away a lot, and he was not one to keep her from doing what she wanted to do…but it did mean that he was alone in the couple they were in a lot.

He knew that he was allowed to do what he wanted to do. Sabrina told him everything that she did, and he had even been involved in a foursome with her, Carole and Gui.

He remembered Carole. He had been startled when she died as well. She had been stunning, there was something about her eyes that made you want to look at her. Her sister had the same thing, maybe that was why when Damaris watched him and Sabrina have sex he did not mind. Maybe he was hypnotized by them, and she looked so much like Carole.

She felt familiar.

When Harry went to the neighborhood bar that night, he was not expecting to find a familiar set of eyes. But there was Damaris, wearing a dress that meant that she wanted to be seen and she sat with her legs crossed in a come-hither fashion. She looked at him, a mildly sardonic smile on her face but he was pretty sure that it was just for show.

She got up and walked over to him. When she stood in front of him, Harry’s smile was heavily sardonic. Some of these people saw him here every night almost with Sabrina—what were they going to think of this?

“Do you have a light?” she asked and leaned toward him.

“You cannot smoke in a New York City bar,” he said to her, picking up a book of matches from the bar. “You have to go outside with it.”

“Are you going to be a gentleman and come with me?”

He followed her outside.

“It might rain,” she said, as he lit her cigarette.
“You caused a hell of shit storm in London, I would think a bit of rain would not bother you in the least.”

Damaris smiled.

“Of course it was my fault, right? A woman can tell when she is not wanted. When she is being used. But it is easy to be fooled when you think you are in love.”

Harry studied Damaris, her damp eyes still were hypnotic but sad at the same time.

He caressed her cheek.

“Do you want to tell me your side of the story?”

“I do not want to talk anymore.”

Was it more of a turn on to walk away from the window of the bar, have the strangers inside and the regulars wonder where he was going with the sexy stranger with the accent? Was that what made him follow her?

“I am staying up the street…” she said walking ahead of him, and he could not keep his eyes off of her body. She knew exactly what you do to keep you looking at her. He looked at the hotel up the street and took her hand. He and Sabrina at times had pondered going there, so they could role play.

The inside smelled like sandalwood, which mirrored Damaris’ perfume. When they walked into her room, she pulled her dress over her head.

“This is how I talk,” she said, slipping her fingers between her legs and smearing her wetness over her belly for him to see…

…her language.

 

More Masturbation Monday here, more Kink of the Week here and this is the first time I am doing #FantasySmutFriday which you can find here.

ornament via sub-bee

 

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