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Eliza looked at the fresh cut flowers on the table. Alessa and Oscar had gotten her flowers. What an amazing night it had been! She left Alessa’s with Oscar, holding her bouquet of roses. She held hands with him all the way and kept checking in with him to see how he felt. 

This was the second time that she asked him to be in a threesome with her. When she met him at the hotel bar, he had seemed so much more demanding. So much more like sometone who would never concede to not one, but two threesomes.

But their relationship had changed so that they wanted what the other wanted—which was usually him wanting what she wanted.

“What is your wildest fantasy that you want me to fulfill with you? I want to do something that you never told me or have told me and blow your mind!” She turned to him suddenly.

He squeezed her hand and laughed.

“Last night blew my mind and you asked for me! It is like you know everything I want.”

“Do I?”

They stopped to kiss.

“I really love you,” he said and the sound of her flowers crushing as he hugged her close and feeling how he felt about her hard aroused her.

They got in the car home, and chose not to get their usual driver but to get a car from another car service. They were not hiding anything, but it was nice to do something wild and not do it in front of people they would see again.

Like getting into that car, putting her bouquet on the seat where she would have sat next to him and instead sitting on Oscar’s lap. He hissed as she did and kissed her back. They used the one-way window in the back, as Oscar adjusted her on his lap. 

There was not a need for full-blown sex but they definitely dry humped, his hands all over her body. Eliza touched whatever she could of him from her seated perch on his lap.

She picked up her bouquet after. They got out of the car neat and secretly satisifed.

Looking at the flowers neatly on the table now made her smile a sweet secret smile.

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Oscar lie in bed after his threesome with Eliza and Alessa. Eliza was pressed up against him and he kissed her temple. Alessa was lying in disarray—she had always been wild to sleep with whether it was just sex or literally just sleeping with her.
But Eliza slept like an angel against him and he thought about the first time he saw her in that hotel bar. She was so beautiful but she looked ripe for the picking. Like she wanted something more than what she had, even though with her beauty and composure you would assume she had everything she wanted.
But that night she wanted him, and there had not been a point since then that they were not somehow entangled. So much so that he now lived with her and Rafe, the three of them often sharing a bed.
Now he had had sex with her and Alessa, watched them make love because he believed that Eliza loved Alessa and that Alessa loved Eliza so it was not just sex.
But lying in bed with Eliza, he knew he was deeply in love with her. Had possibly had a child with her but accepted that he would have a precious role in Bibi’s life but not be her father.
And Eliza would never be his wife but they were as close to it as they could be and he wanted what he had with her forever.
Her eyes opened suddenly as if she had been pretending to be asleep. She looked at him soberly, and he looked at her gorgeous body which he and Alessa had enjoyed. Eliza crawled over him and kissed him with no less if not more passion than she had kissed Alessa. He was hungry for her as she covered him. This was his interpretation of a dream come true.
With Eliza.

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Oscar sat on the couch, his tie loosened and belt undone. This time he had watched Eliza and Alessa work up to what was before his eyes. He took a sip of his scotch and placed his hand on his crotch.

Watching two women who he had been so close with making love, learning each other’s bodies like he knew their bodies already was so intimate and arousing. 

Eliza told him she had never been with a woman before, but the way she was kissing, caressing, and licking Alessa made her look like she had only ever been with women. Alessa played with her own breasts while Eliza’s face was buried between her legs and she looked at Oscar.

It was evident that he wanted to take her up on her proposition—being here was the evidence of that.

He had told Rafe with Eliza what the three of them had planned to do. Rafe’s response was sober.

“Eliza and I are constantly expanding our relationship, I want her to feel as fulfilled as a woman as she can.”

Eliza squeezed Rafe’s hand. Oscar studied Rafe further. His potential affair with Kelly had been a disaster, and Oscar noted something seemed changed about him. Eliza saw it too, he could tell from her eyes when she looked at Rafe. But Rafe was not saying anything and neither of them was going to push him. 

Instead, Oscar had been pushed if he wanted to use that word into a threesome with Eliza and Alessa. Eliza crawled over to and seeing her on her knees before him was more than he could bear. She moved his hand from his crotch and unzipped him. He whistled a sigh, as she proceeded to lick him the same way that she had licked Alessa without ever looking away from him. Seeing himself in her mouth and watching her lick him the way she did made him grip the sofa. When Alessa walked over to them, he knew he had made the right decision.

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Eliza woke up moving more into Alessa, whose arms were wrapped about her in her huge bed. She took Alessa’s hand from her breast, kissed it, and Alessa rolled on top of her. They kissed deeply, caressing each other’s bodies with the excitement and lustfulness of new lovers. Eliza threw her head back as Alessa kissed her neck, realizing it was just the two of them in bed. She smelled coffee and realized Leon must have gotten up to make some for them.

Elza had never imagined she would be with a woman, but the feelings she had for Alessa were feelings she had never imagined having. Being intimate with her like this felt natural and beautiful.

Leon came into the room, and they all drank coffee and fooled around. Alessa preferred hers black. Eliza wanted cream, which was the prelude to continuing from where they all had left off. Eliza sat on Leon’s lap as he drilled her as he had done the night before, making her tremble with pleasure.

The three of them spread out on the bed. Eliza could see their reflections in the mirror in the studio. If they were mean girls, it had been fire the night before.

Eliza dressed slowly later, Alessa came over and kissed her.

“Thank you for last night,” she said and kissed her again. 

Eliza put her arms around her and took in her scent. She knew Alessa’s scent from the previous closeness of their friendship. But now that she knew her as a lover, her scent was intoxicating. Leon left them to go to work. Eliza and Alessa took a car to Eliza’s apartment. The apartment was empty. Rafe had gone to work and would have taken Bibi to school.

They were all alone, intoxicated with each other.

Eliza thought.

Oscar walked out of the bedroom and paused as he watched them naked and squirming on the couch.

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Alessandra was supposed to give a speech at her show, but she, Eliza and Leon walked out. Eliza had stood, watching Rafe dancing with Kelly until she made eye contact with him. She was not going to leave and not let him know though she was still a bit pissed at him.

They were going to Alessa’s studio where the three of them used to go after her openings. It felt familiar and comforting.

“These are the pictures I did not use,” Alessa said of the ode to Sid and Nancy heyday set.

They were very intimate photos of her and Leon. Her giving Leon a blow job, her riding him. It was sexy to see, Eliza felt herself getting very turned on. Honestly didn’t she know if she came here that this was where it was going to go?

“Eliza, do you want to play like we did before?” Leon asked, caressing the part of her neck at the top of her spine. 

She nodded—she wanted whatever this was. 

Knowing it had been her that had caused the rift between them, she unzipped the back of her dress, and Leon unzipped his pants at the same time. The sound was like a boom. Alessa bit her lip, and Eliza wrapped her arms around her and kissed her. She felt the resistance of her friend’s lips at first and then the soft give as she kissed her back for real. When they moved apart, Alessa pulled her slinky dress over her head, and kissed her again.

It felt like bliss when she kissed her this time, unlike the time that Alessa had kissed her in a limo. Eliza had not wanted that with her friend. But this time she wanted to make love to her as a friend. She wanted to show her how she felt about her with her body–that was all it had to be for now. She would be lying if she did not admit that she had wondered how it would be if she and Alessa had made love in the back of the limo. Alessa was beautiful and how could she not desire her?

“Eliza, are you sure?” Alessa questioned gently as Eliza nodded, and Leon was pressed to her back hard. She remembered the taste of him in her mouth with Alessa’s lips as they pleased him together once.

Tonight it was going to be more.

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I am reposting my first Wicked Wednesday post—#97–in honor of the 500th post. I was burning to write this story, and almost eight years later, Eliza and ensemble are still going strong!!!

Hotel

Eliza was always waiting. As a younger woman with her friends in bars looking for Mr. Goodbar like the novel and movie she had read and seen. Now she was in the hotel bar waiting for her fiance. Curled protectively over her drink, she thought about all the things going on in her life, all at once at a pace she could barely control. Slowly, a man sat beside her at the crowded bar, everything about him was slow, measured including his smile at her. Eliza felt inside her as if everything had stilled in that moment.

She tried to be still, still curled over her drink. The man did not even seem to notice her after he smiled, which she felt was for the best as she stirred her drink aimlessly with the cutoff straw that was inside it. She crossed her legs, hooking her ankle so her legs seemed crossed twice.

“You’re engaged?”

Eliza’s lips had just touched the rim of her glass, as she looked up at him startled by his sudden speech.

“Yes,” she choked slightly even though she had not had a sip. Looking around nervously to avoid looking in the man’s eyes, she remembered she was waiting for her fiance conveniently.

“Looking for your fiance? He’s probably not going to come.”

“What do you mean?”

She was sure her eyes darkened like Rafe told her they did when she was mad at him. The stranger was taken off his game for a moment which pleased her.

“I mean I don’t think your fiance is going to come, and I think you are coming with me.”

He held her upper arm loosely, but his grip was firm nonetheless.

“My fiance–”

His finger on her mouth was soft, almost a caress, and she was lulled into silence. She knocked over her drink, and burned with embarrassment. When she looked up at the bartender, he waved her off and she got off the stool as she was being gestured to by this man who she did not know. Her heart was beating calmly, nothing about her was wild as he took her out of the bar.

They waited near the elevators, as he took out a pack of cigarettes. He offered her one, she shook her head but he kept the cigarettes extended until she took one.

“You are going to have a hard time with the obey part of the vows, aren’t you?”

“They do not have that in the vows anymore.”

“They should,” he said inhaling smoke.

Eliza raised her eyebrow at him as he lit a cigarette for her. She had stopped smoking a few years ago when she became domesticated, or rather when she started living with Rafe. But now the feeling of the cigarette in her mouth made her feel happy. Made her think of a time when she was free. It was almost as if she were that person again.

“You think so, huh?” she said blowing out her own cloud of smoke. “Does your wife obey you?”

He snorted.

“I’m not married. But if you vow to be with a man you should obey him, and he should protect you.”

Eliza inhaled and shook her head. She wondered if Rafe was looking for her now. It was a very dim thought in her head, she did not think it would be awful for him to wonder where his perfect fiancée was for a moment.

Perfect, perfect, that was what he said about her and what he expected. She did obey him, and he did protect her but it was hard to be perfect.

“My fiance is perfect,” Eliza said out loud what she was thinking.

“Then what are you doing out here with a stranger when he is looking for you?”

Shrugging and swinging her cigarette back with her arms, from her perfect black dress that Rafe loved her in so much, she declared.

“I am not perfect.”

He grabbed her and kissed her so hard she thought she would lose her breath. Her lips throbbed from his after he pulled away from her, and put his arm about her.

The elevator was right on time and they walked into it. It was mirrored all around and she could see every angle of their bodies.

He kissed her again, this time she was not out of breath but wanted more even as he gave it. When they pulled away this time, he lifted her chin so she looked up at him.

“Are you going to obey me?”

“I am not getting married to you,” she stuck out a her tongue with insouciance.

He pulled her close to him.

“But I will protect you if you do.”

“Protect me from what?” she questioned looking up into his eyes. He looked down at her without blinking.

“From what will happen if you don’t obey me.”

Her eyes fell to the floor, she felt him looking at her. When he tilted her chin to look up at him again, she tried to avoid his gaze, but he made her look.

“I have simple rules: no names, no questions, no guilt and you keep your ring on.”

“That’s it?”

He nodded then pressed her to the coolness of the mirrored wall, kissing her so that she almost believed she would go through the glass. Peeking for just a moment as they kissed at the overhead mirror to see how it looked to have him cover her. The view made her so wet she shifted her legs, so he pressed himself all the more to her. She moaned unexpectedly even to herself, as he kissed her neck which was always her weakness.

They came to his floor and managed not to look so disheveled, since she could see in the mirrored hallways. But in his room, he did not turn on the lights. There was just the light from the moon outside.

“No lights?”

She clapped her hand over her mouth.

No questions.

He took her hand from her mouth and kissed it. She did feel protected from herself when he did that, as if to say he was okay that she had forgotten for a moment.

He pulled her hands up over her head, and pulled her body closer than close to his. Eliza was on a tilt as if dangling from a puppeteer’s string, pressed herself to him and closed her eyes opening herself to the darkness. His mouth on hers was so divine she almost wanted to pull out all of her hair as he tugged at it, her hand rose tugging at her hair with his until he kissed her fingers after pulling her hand away.

Everything she experienced was going to be him: his hands, his mouth, his body. And he was much more gentle than she would have expected considering how brutish he came off at the bar and in front of the hotel smoking. She liked the smell of cigarette smoke on their clothes as they floated past her against the wall.

Against the wall he pounded into her, her head rolling and bobbing, knocking her into another reality. He held her so close she almost could not breathe, she closed her eyes and embraced this other world she was in where she was not perfect. A world in which her arms were tight around a man whose name she did not know, but whose savory scent she wanted to scrape with her teeth.

Because it would end, this would end…

They dressed in the moonlight, and he walked her back out into mirrored hallway, and into the mirrored elevator where she watched him cover her overhead in the mirror again with a kiss. The elevator opened and revealed the bar from a distance. Eliza walked out first, Rafe was standing facing the opposite way at the bar. She walked over to him with a spring in her step, knowing she was imperfect.

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Severine had travelled so many parts of the world, places that many people might never see in their lifetime. But as a flight attendant they were places that she would not just see once, but maybe even revisit many times over. Though at the end of the day, her world was Paris and New York. New York not so much because she had lived there, but the fact that Rafe was there.
Every time she was in New York she saw Rafe.
But it was Paris where she lived and where she was now, that she wished was not just hers but theirs.
The first thing that she loved about Paris over New York was that even when she was in a crowded part of the city, there was an isolated corner that you could end up on and have piece of mind…if that was what you wanted. While Rafe was not in Paris with her, he followed her down every street that she walked.
“Tell me what you see,” he questioned her now on the phone.
Rafe had been in Paris with her before, so when she told him stories about it she knew he could kind of imagine what she was telling him.
“Where are you Severine?”
Severine looked around sobered by Rafe’s voice. First she was just texting him, and now she was was talking to him on the phone. Recently he had been more accessible to her than ever, but at the same time he felt further away because she would always need more of him than he would or could give her. In ways she understood that, but it other ways she wanted more. Like for him to come to Paris for example. Ever since she was last in New York, she dreamt about him with Calaveras makeup because it was damn sexy to her to have been making love to him while he was so scary.
Maybe he was that scary to her even when he was not in makeup, and maybe that was what she liked about him.
But she could not over think it when she was with him, even if with him was only an international
phone call on a dark street.
“I am just outside of my apartment, it is a quiet, dark street.”
“What are you wearing?”
Severine smiled.
“Do you want me to be naked? Leaning from a balcony? I could tell you an erotic story if you want me too…”
“Don’t patronize me Severine, I want to know what you are wearing because I am going to tell you what to do.”
“A house dress, a simple one. Probably vintage. And perfume, the one that you told me that you like so much. I put a lot on even before I knew I was going to be talking to you. I put it behind my ears, around all of my curves.”
“Did you perfume every crevice of you?”
“Every secret crevice, so that only someone like you would be able to come close and catch all of my scent.”
Severine remembered earlier today, walking into the tiniest bookstore with wall to floor books. She could not see anything but piles of books, and then she saw the man who owned the store. She thought to herself it would be so easy to have Rafe slip into that store, and make love in erotica section.
“Is there anybody with you?” he asked her.
“Just you.”
She heard his soft laughter evaporate almost as soon as she heard it.
“Then I want you to act as you would if it was just me with you. What you do if it was just us?”
Severine took a deep breath.
“Where are your hands Sev?”
“On the phone obviously,” she said continuing her flirtation.
She wanted to make him say exactly what she wanted him to say, she wanted him to say exactly what he wanted her to do and she wanted him to use the filthiest language he could to instruct her.
“I told you not to play me, pull up your house dress and touch yourself with your other hand like I would touch you if I was there.”
“It is drizzling here.”
“Haven’t we fucked in the rain?”
“No,” Severine said clutching her crotch through her dress like she was a young boy wearing his jeans low over his his hips.
There was a pause and she was not sure if he was embarrassed that they had never fucked in the rain and he was confusing her with someone else, or if he was thinking that they should have because they had been in the rain together?
Then his words came as slowly, but pointedly as it they were drizzling about her.
“Then we will sext in the rain. Now pull up your dress and use your phone and video it for me.”
Severine looked around, the dampness around her was like a mist with the sound of Rafe’s voice was steadier. Her house dress moved up almost of its own volition, as she turned her phone on herself. On that dark Parisian street, she was on display like bread in a Parisian boulangerie. Her bright smile was shadowed in the dark, as she gave Rafe the show he asked her to produce.

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I never miss Wicked Wednesday, this is late but still here! I am doing NanoWriMo, and have been posting some retro posts this month. This is from an earlier series which I often lament not continuing. Maybe I will revisit in the future…

Jeanne placed the newspaper next to her in the backseat of the town-car. The driver had left newspapers and magazines in the back, so passengers could read them while he was driving them to their destination. Newspapers reminded her of herself, or her sister since one or the other was in them all the time…and that was not what right now was about.

She wanted a full release right now, she was so wound up and there was only one thing that would unwind her…

When she walked into Mal’s apartment, she wrapped her arms about him. He kissed her, and she did not even care that he was going to leave lipstick all over her.

It turned her on to see his lipstick on her collar—cloth or bone.

When she looked at him, between her legs watered. He was dressed in a three-piece suit, that displayed his body. And then his face was made up, his makeup perfect, although she loved him with less. Like anyone who wore makeup, they usually looked even more beautiful with less. His long hair was slicked back, a bun knotted at the nape of his neck.

In bed, his hair was all over the place, he smelled floral, and his lips tasted like fruit. His androgyny was breathtaking. She tugged at his hair while he was inside her and bit his lips. He bit hers, and she cried out as he gave her the release she so desperately sought.

In the morning, the pale sunlight on Mal’s naked face and his hair spread out made Jeanne feel wild.

He pulled her close, and she kissed him. They kissed for a long time, until she felt she would sink into him.

She first met Mal at an art gallery—several to be exact when she was on the art beat. Where she was near her sister a lot, without talking to her.

But Mal.

Mal was at so many openings, and she saw him in expensive suits but it was him in a t shirt and jeans, with a ponytail that floored her. He seemed more approachable, and he left lipstick on her collar as soon as they met. Kissing her like they were in France, and holding her as close to him as was acceptable to talk about a painting with her.

She was naked with him within the hour, and it was always like that every time after.

He always gave her a sweet release…

Ahhh…my obsession with suits–you can read more about it here.

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He could not keep his hands off of her breasts, pulling just gently but firmly enough on her nipples. Her internal gasps every time he touched her were overwhelming, Jeanne felt like she was going to explode.
And then his eyes, it almost hurt to look at them because they were so beautiful. It was not the color, but then intensity with which Terrence looked at her. The intensity she feared would break like glass—but it did not. He never stopped looking at her like he needed her, and was afraid to lose her.
His eyes mirrored hers.
She pressed her body to his, her eyes trained on his and rubbed herself against him. The hunger deep inside her core was too much to let linger anymore. Terrence mirrored her movement, and slid into her so seamlessly it did not feel like he entered her. It felt like he was part of her, as he fed her hunger. After such a long time of almost, actually felt better than she could have imagined. Even though his body was still new—she had not memorized all of him yet—it still felt like hers.
He was hers.
All hers.
The same way that Rafe now belonged to Eliza—except she and Terrence were not married. But what was happening between them…this made him hers and she was not sure that she was going to be able to do this with anyone else.
Where did this leave Mal?
Did she only want to have Terrence as hers because she could now, and she knew that Eliza would not be mad about it reasonably?
Had she always been a little in love with him from the first time that they met at the cafe near Eliza’s, but she knew that he was her sister’s so she could not fall? But now she could, she was and he was everything to her in that moment.
When his hand covered both of her breasts and he picked at her nipple making it big and hard as a rosebud…
He was hers.

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Jeanne walked home with Terrence.

It was the first time they had been together since they had taken care of Bibi. They took care of Bibi a lot for Eliza, and she loved it because she was her aunt. Jeanne could be with her–and return her. But it meant that there was time that she could not be with Terrence alone and enjoy what they had the way her sister was enjoying her time with the men she was with.

She had fought with Eliza over Terrence because he was Eliza’s first. But then they fell in love, and Eliza was not happy about it but now it was understood that he was hers and that they would be together. They were established. Jeanne enjoyed the weight of the ring that he put on her finger when he proposed to her. When they walked to their apartment, it was dark, but the autumn leaves were still bright with their autumnal gold color.

As soon as they walked in, she kissed him. Terrence kissed her with equal passion, his hands on her waist and slipping under her blouse. Jeanne placed her hands on his to stop him.

“I want you,” she said as he kissed her throat. “As slow as possible. I do not want to rush a thing. Let me.”

She stood back and unbuttoned her blouse very slowly. His gaze on her fingers was like fire, and she unbuttoned even slower because she did not want to rush anything as she had said. When she was done unbuttoning, she folded her shirt neatly and placed it on a chair. Slowly reaching behind her, she slid down the zipper and tugged gently to pull her skirt down over her hips. She stood in a very lacy bralette and full coverage lacy panties because she did not care if she had a pantyline or not. Terrence started to unbutton his shirt, and she walked over to him slow as syrup and put her hands over his. 

“Slowly, as slow as you can.”

The entire night was like that. They moved like syrup and made love like they were drizzled in it. The softness of his kisses burned all over her, and Jeanne felt like Eliza had a genuine love experience with two men, as had one with just one man.

It was just as fine.

In the morning, golden leaves were pressed to the windowpane the way she was pressed to Terrence.

Autumn so beautiful.

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