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Honey

Mathilda had a moment of peace to herself, as she sat at the bar. The worst thing she had to worry about was men eyeing her at the bar. Sure, they said that blondes had more fun–but she was doing more than fine with black hair!

But she was not particularly worried, with her gun in her bag. Most people did not even notice because what woman did not have a clunky bag?

“Honey, haven’t we met before?”

Mathilda whirled around, to face a leering man with a smile that seemed to drip. She had had enough to drink that she felt like being a smartass.

“Met where honey?” she returned. The man looked at her with wide eyes. “Wanna fuck?”

Coughing abruptly, he stood up.

“No, I don’t want to go with a pro!”

Mathilda laughed, and so did the woman next to her. She turned and looked at her with a bright smile.

“That was perfect,” The redhead said.

“Have I met you before?” Mathilda asked, and put her hand on the other woman’s thigh.

The redhead smiled at her, and answered,

“Wanna fuck?”

Mathilda and the redhead got up, and every man watched them. She figured they would want to watch the two of them even more if they knew what they were going to do.

Placing her clunky purse on the table when she followed the redhead into her apartment, Mathilda stood up and looked at the other woman.

A sweet kiss was placed on her shoulder which was covered with lace.

“Do you mind?” The redhead asked her, as she slipped her hand inside her blouse and fished for her breast.

Mathilda moaned sweetly,

“No more questions.”

The redhead kissed her now bare shoulder and caressed her bare breast. Mathilda smiled at the irony of leaving with this hot woman, as opposed to the men who were leering at her downstairs.

That was what she decided now, she did not need to know names only bodies and she could stay undercover longer…

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Mathilda

Mathilda was in so much of a rush leaving the airport, that she did not even have time to pull her long dark hair out of her face. Black hair, black shades, and a little black dress—she had to get out of there fast.

It was taking too long for her to get a car—now that her plans had changed—so she was going to get another car. When she got into the car—ass first—she was not surprised when she felt a nudge on said derriere.

“Excuse me!” she turned around, and the man in the car blinked as her hair whipped his face.

“Miss, this is not your car!” he stated.

“I am sorry?”

She let her shades rest on her nose, and the violet contacts that she wore she knew would make the man lose his train of thought. She had seen him leering at her on the plane, and luckily she could utilize that now.

“I mean…we can share the car no?”

“Where are you going?” she smiled, and licked her lips.

His hotel room was on level with the hotel where she was planned to stay, so she had not downgraded. But she had not been planning to straddle this man, and watch him look at her with adoring eyes as she rode him like it was her job. It had been at points in her life, but now her job was just pleasure.

He held her hips, and she put her hands over his.

“No, I am doing this,” she licked her lips, and ran her hands through her hair as she rode him even harder and felt the vibrations of his moans underneath her.

Mathilda smiled to herself as she thought what Damaris thought of herself but she had been a hell of a working girl in her day. Damaris would probably run the thing now.

She thought of Andres, and what he would do when he realized that she had played him. He should never have played all of his cards for her, because she was not just going to sit there and let him run her life.

No.

Now she was in the drivers’ seat—literally—and it felt good to ride the nameless man beneath her.

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Deja Lost Doll

Next week there will be a brand new Masturbation Monday, but here is the final cliffhanger!

Nyla’s breasts were crushed, as she lie on her stomach. Andres liked taking her from behind, and usually she liked it too…but she had that feeling she had when she wanted to escape her life…

Reincarnate herself.

This time she felt stuck because she was in charge of Graham’s business, and there were people who depended on her. Other than that she would escape, she would run faster than the speed of light.

Lulled by the sensation of Andres thrusting in and out of her, Nyla closed her eyes.

“Have you ever wanted to escape yourself?” she questioned mid thrust.

“Like you Nusch?” he answered.

She felt a shiver, she felt her entire body go cold and stiff even while Andres continued to pound her. His balls crushing against her, like her breasts crushed into the mattress.

Nyla rubbed her eyes.

“Where do you want to go Nichy?” When she stiffened even more, Andres caressed her spine. “There is nothing to be afraid of my love, nothing at all. Graham told us about you in order to protect you in case you needed to escape…again.”

Rolling into her back, Nyla looked up at Andres.

“And to fuck me?” she got up from the bed, and Andres moved like a panther behind her.

“Ny—”

She wrapped herself with her robe, and saw her wild eyes in the mirror behind Andres.

“And you thought it was a good idea to get intimate with me? To get this close? And that time that Damaris came here, you should have been protecting me not about to fuck me!”

Andres leaned against the wall.

“I definitely knew better than to fall in love with you but it was unavoidable. Seeing you lying around all the time completely nude sunbathing, acting like we did not even see you when you are impossible to miss…”

Nyla saw her eyes soften in the mirror, but she was not completely softened.

“You should have told me earlier. I do not know your secrets.”

“But you do. Graham has files on the three of us.”

“The three of you?”

“We were in the streets, ran away from our foster home. The foster parents wanted us for the benefits and nothing else. Paulo and I were doing what we had to do to protect Gráinne. He and Gráinne fell in love, and the three of us just had each other’s backs.”

“So you never answered—have you ever wanted to escape yourself?”

Andres stood up straight, and looked at her.

“No,” he breathed. “But I am prepared to do whatever I need to, to make you more comfortable. Including to escape…”

“Will you come with me?”

“I can’t.” Nyla sighed, she ached for flight. “The three of us would take over and then you would be free to do whatever you wanted. To do whatever you wanted to do.”

It was not the first time Nyla would have left people behind, and honestly she felt like a lost doll…Her anger brimmed as she flung herself on the bed, and Andres followed her.

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gorgeous image via Molly Moore

Deja Caramel

I so love this image from Tom Starling, you can read more stories inspired by it at my Friday Flash site!!!

Caramel was delighted that Damaris was going to Paris. They were colleagues, and she advised several of her clients to see Caramel in her wake.

Cara and her worked together often. They were Nyla’s best girls, so when a client wanted a threesome it was a no brainer that they were hired. Those nights were intense and decadent night for Damaris, she came so many times one night she felt like she would combust.

This night, was a thank you for picking up her slack. Damaris invited Cara out for dinner and to stay over in the luxe hotel suite that Jared had gotten for her, so she would not be late for her early morning flight. He was already in Paris—business demanded—so she would meet him there.

Damaris could tell by the way that Cara licked the caramel on her spoon, what was on her mind. She knew as soon as Cara ordered the caramel heavy dessert what was on her mind. Spooning up caramel from Cara’s plate, let Cara know she was definitely up for dessert.

When she invited Cara to stay over with her, didn’t she know exactly why?

Their kisses tasted like caramel. Damaris let her tongue delicately lick a spot of caramel stickiness off of Cara’s chin. Cara slipped her hand under her dress, as she licked that sweet spot from her chin.

Cara’s hand spanned over Damaris’ thigh, and gripped her it with familiarity and longing. Her other hand pulled at her hair, which soothed her. Damaris liked having her hair pulled, and she wanted more, as she licked her lip still sweet with caramel as she craved other sweets…

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Fantasies A & B

Chloe was short-lived in this series, but she packed quite a punch. Even her fantasies were hot!!! Especially when they came to fruition…

Fantasy A

Chloe imagined that she was at work, and Oscar saw her with all of the other interns that he lumped her with when he mentioned her to her mother. He pulled her aside and she was startled, even as she savored the rough grip of his hand on her bare arm.

“Chloe, I just wanted to let you know that I did not mean to lump you or any of the interns together. I mean, I guess I am just so old here and you know. I just …” he smiled. Chloe nodded, he did not have to do this, she felt bad enough and this was not helping. “Chloe…” She looked up at him helplessly. “I especially did not want your mother to know I had noticed you. How could I have not?”

The way he looked at her, and the way his long torso swayed toward made her swoon, but she had to resist it–to make her fantasy last and because it was better for the plot.

“That is not good, no!”

She tried to turn away, but his voice lured her.

“You noticed me too Chloe, I know you did. I have seen you looking at me.”

“No!”

“You never looked at me Chloe?”

He studied her face, and she shook her head weakly.

“No, I never–”

“I saw you looking me up and down. Especially down Chloe. Was there something you wanted to see down there?”

“I never!”

“Come to my office Chloe. There is something I want to show you…”

“I don’t want to see anything…”

Chloe fast forwarded–this was awkward and fumbling and she wanted to get to the good stuff!

On her knees, her blouse and bra off Chloe sucked Oscar expertly. She usually liked older men because maybe she did have daddy issues? She liked feeling younger and cared for with an older man. They usually adored her because she was younger and catered to her.

Oscar as it was, caressed her face and hair tenderly as she sucked his balls. Her mouth taking them in and out with suction but not making any noise. She kissed them, and licked the root of his penis. He tasted so good she imagined, she could not get enough of him.

He squirmed because she was good at what she was doing. But it was when he pulled her face away, and kissed her that she paused.

“I want to taste you Chloe. I want to see how sweet you are…”

Chloe had never had anyone do this to her in real life, and she wanted it. She wanted someone to kiss her there, lick her there and make her feel wanted and beautiful there and everywhere.

Oscar knelt beside her, and asked her to sit where he was. For a moment, Chloe remained on her knees overwhelmed. He looked at her with the warm eyes she had seen over dinner that night toward her mother–Chloe repurposed that with the warm sorrowful look he had given her.

When she sat down and Oscar opened her legs, Chloe sighed in her fantasy and in reality. She placed her hand between her legs just for the warmth as Oscar went down on her in her head. She touched his hair, and he licked her harder reaching for her breasts. He grabbed them, and she thought she was on fire.

“Wider Chloe,” he commanded. “I want to taste your core.”

That was it, Chloe came so suddenly and so hard, she thought she had passed out before rubbed her eyes and curled onto her side.

Fantasy B

Chloe rubbed her eyes because this could not be happening. She was not sure how it had happened–it was a bit of a blur to her–but what she did know was that she was watching the top of Oscar’s head as he went down on her.

She ran her hands through his hair, and the heat of his scalp felt like lava under her hand. When he looked up at her, she melted. His eyes were warm and directed at her.

It was that look they got them into this position, but it was so sincere. They both wanted to be here. He spread her legs wider, kissed the wet with desire skin there and Chloe trembled as she moaned. Oscar caressed her shaking legs.

“I am sorry,” she hissed, out of breath.

“Sorry for what?” Oscar asked, as he moved up to kiss her. His hand was under her shirt, and she placed her hands over his. “What?”

When they broke apart from their kiss, Chloe looked at him, and sighed.

“I want you,” she said helplessly, and he kissed her again.

Chloe was eager to have him inside of her, eager to feel the warmth of him inside of her.

“I want you,” he answered simply.

When he moved to climb on top of her, Chloe surprised him by getting on top of him instead. Looking in his eyes and never looking away, she held him and pushed him inside of her. Full of him and him touching her in just that spot, Chloe started to move. She had never been on top before, but she needed to be on top of Oscar. She needed to let him see that she wanted him in her–how much she wanted him in her. She kept her eyes on him, as she grinded her hips. It made her happy to see that she was pleasing him, made her happy that had she was in control of her own pleasure. That whatever movements she made, was going to enhance their pleasure.

Oscar touched her which she was happy for because she needed him to touch her, and any touch from him made her feel that maybe…he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Tired from riding him, Chloe came with a laziness that made her smile, as he moved her hips for her and made her fuck him harder which made another orgasm burst inside of her. It was too much. She fell over him spent, and he held her close to him.

This was better than any fantasy she had ever conjured about him, but the repercussions were deeper than any of her fantasies.

This was real, and what were they going to tell her mother?!

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Deja Vu: Sabrina

This week, we revisit Sabrina–putting out all of the fires…

Sabrina looked around the pool, everything about the island escape was the same as if she was at the compound—all of the players were there. Gráinne was at her side looking anxious, wringing her hands. Paulo and Andres stood side by side, and the tension was thick.

The only difference was that Graham was there. He looked handsome in his swimming trucks, and she was lucky to be there with him. She was completely nude because she did not want tan lines at all. It amazed her that Graham was so confident that he did not care if she was naked for the gaze of everyone. She did not care either, but she never dared to look at Andres because she was afraid that she might say his name, or something else spontaneous might come out of her.

She got up and walked to the pool. At least she could have that moment by herself of peace there. The water bobbed about her, and she looked up as she held onto the edge. Graham’s phone rang, he got up and went through the sliding doors. It was silent, but there was a collective sigh of relief. Gráinne walked to the edge of the pool and put her toe in, Sabrina did not miss a stolen glance from Gráinne to Paulo though. Sabrina and Andres did not look at each other at all.

Graham walked back out.

“Sabrina,” She walked over to him straight out of the pool. Dripping, she stood in from of him. “I have to go back to the city,” he sighed and caressed from her cheek to her shoulder. She looked down at his hand. “you stay here.”

This was the reason why Sabrina had left Graham the first time. She never even had decisions to make. It was always this is what you are going to do because I said so. She was too tired to argue with him, so she nodded as he kissed her cheek. His kisses when he was in do what I say mode were chaste like he was her daddy–and not in a good way.

Mechanically she followed him into the bedroom, and helped him dress. She put his tie on, and even though it was completely CMNF there was nothing sexual—not even a flash of heat lightning between them.

He grabbed her ass as he walked out, but that was the only thing he did that was even kind of sexy.

Walking back to the house after he got in the car, Gráinne walked toward her, and took her hand. They talked a lot silently–sometimes they needed to, it was their language so that they could say things when they could not say things.

But this was not such a time.

“You have to be careful,” Gráinne said. “I can tell when he knows something.”

Sabrina felt her skin prickle—what did Gráinne know? Could she feel the tension between them? Or was she just really observant, because Sabrina knew something was not right either.

She threw on a thin dress when she returned to the master suite, and her heart caught in her throat as she realized that Gráinne was right. She did not know what it was that Graham suspected, but she had to be careful.

Lying down on the bed, she heard Gráinne in the distance with Paulo.

But not Andres.

She had not looked at him in such a long time—she was frightened to after she almost said his name when Graham was on top of her. Her desire was so palpable that she was afraid to breathe thinking Andres’ name would be a whistle within her breath.

Pulling off her dress in a haste, Sabrina rolled around the bed. Her loose breasts were alluring enough to her fingers, but it was so swollen between her legs as she humped the slightest mound of sheets on the mattress as it was…it was intuitive to place her fingers between her legs. Wet already, it was soothing to slide her fingers around her opening. A quiet moan secreted from her as she just moved her fingers up and down, that was all she needed because she did not want to come right away. She needed to take the edge off a bit, but that was all she wanted to do at the moment.

To take the edge off.

But her whole body tightened when she saw Andres lingering by her window and he stared at her. Rolling around like a cat in heat, she felt her body burn with fire from head to toe. She was terrified!

What if Graham was coming back? What if this was all a ploy to see what would happen if he left unexpectedly? Frightened and silent, she removed her fingers from between her legs and pulled her dress back on.

She had too much to lose to do anything else. Picking up her phone, she saw she had a missed message from Harry and bumped right into Andres who looked down at her somberly.

Sabrina put her phone down, and jumped into the pool to put out all of her fires.

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Deja Vu: Nichy

This month as Nyla wishes to flee–I thought we would take a look at her other incarnations from this series…

Nichy

Nichy woke up with her hand between her legs, breathless and gasping for air. Her body was damp, and she wondered if she had masturbated while she was asleep. With her eyes slit open, she pressed her lips to Tyler’s back.

It was almost a thank you.

Watching him make out with Gavin had been so arousing, her clit twitched without her even touching it. Just her inner thigh rubbing against it, was enough to send her into a tailspin. Was it because she knew what each of those set of lips were like, why she was so especially turned on? Or that they were both in suits? Their suits in varied disarray, as they progressed into heavier and heavier petting. Gavin liked kissing–Nichy knew that. He liked his throat kissed which Tyler found out quickly—Tyler was very good at detecting hot spots…

She and Renee embraced harder, watching them. Tyler tugged at Gavin’s tie, like a leash to pull him closer to him so they could kiss deeper. Gavin’s fingers slipped in between the buttons of Tyler’s dress shirt, and Tyler pressed himself closer to Gavin. Gavin liked eye contact, so he pulled away and smiled at Tyler. Tyler never one to be distracted by a curveball, smiled back and rubbed his nose against Gavin’s.

“I can almost predict what they are going to do next!” she whispered to Renee.

“Me too! I know exactly what Gavin will do, he is more predictable than Tyler.”

Not moving her eyes from Gavin and Tyler—who had resumed kissing and pulled at each other’s clothes—Nichy took in what Renee said. Her clit tightened when Tyler unzipped Gavin’s pants. When Gavin unzipped Tyler’s pants, he gasped.

“You don’t wear underwear?” Gavin asked him.

“Nope, never have,” Tyler grinned. “Not even when I was a kid.”

Gavin caressed Tyler, and Nichy salivated as she watched him move in response to Gavin’s touch.

“You got to know Gavin very well then…” Nichy was almost surprised she had said this aloud, as she whispered to Renee.

“He was not exactly a stranger to me!” Renee giggled. “and I understand what you saw in him. Being in bed with him is dreamy!”

Nichy was not sure how to respond. Even though she loved Tyler, being with Renee and Gavin had been sweet moments that she was not sure she wanted to talk about. Would she have conversations with Gavin about how Renee tasted next?

But then she was distracted by Tyler and Gavin again. They were just kissing and touching each other, but it was so damned hot! Gavin kept up with Tyler, kissing his neck which Nichy knew was Tyler’s hot spot. Tyler slumped against the couch, and caressed Gavin’s stomach as Gavin sucked at his neck. Nichy got so hot at the idea of him leaving a mark there…

When she remembered this, she looked at Tyler’s neck in the dark right then and could see the smudge of a bruise on his neck which she kissed over and over again.

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Out of Character

Oscar was a permanent fixture suddenly. He came to see her often in the morning before he went to work, sometimes working from her apartment so he could see her and make sure she was okay.

Eliza told him he did not have to dote on her–she was not porcelain and she would be fine. But Oscar was more attentive than ever—Rafe was the same—she felt very loved.

It was jarringly out of character however when Oscar was with her one morning, and he caressed her face. He had always been affectionate with her, but he did not stop there.

He kissed her, and she kissed him back. She had not been expecting the kiss, but she received it like a sacrament. His lips were warm and sought more from her than ever before. His hand slipped under her robe, and touched her bare skin. Eliza gasped as he touched her breasts and stomach, wondering if he could feel the changes she saw and she pulled her robe together.

“Oscar,” she groaned softly, her body wanted more but she was afraid of what more would mean.

“I need you Eliza,” he groaned, the sound of his voice made her ache with his loss and his desire. “Please let me…”

Her eyes dissolved into liquid, as she did not move to stop him and he pushed her robe off of her shoulders. Her nipples were hard, and the ache between her legs gripped her with desperation.

She could not say no to this–to him now. Desire and friendship were too heady for her to do anything, as he lifted her breast and kissed it graciously like a hand looking up at her.

Her body quivered with the fever he created in her. She was not sure she had ever lusted for him like this before. Even in the very beginning the first time she saw him in Paris, and they were inseperable…walking past a lingerie store was like a fire and made them want to make love right outside of it. Even then she was not sure that she felt the fever that she felt now as Oscar got on top of her on the couch and that was the only thing she wanted in the entire world…

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Lost Doll via @fireandhoney

Nyla’s breasts were crushed, as she lie on her stomach. Andres liked taking her from behind, and usually she liked it too…but she had that feeling she had when she wanted to escape her life…

Reincarnate herself.

This time she felt stuck because she was in charge of Graham’s business, and there were people who depended on her. Other than that she would escape, she would run faster than the speed of light.

Lulled by the sensation of Andres thrusting in and out of her, Nyla closed her eyes.

“Have you ever wanted to escape yourself?” she questioned mid thrust.

“Like you Nusch?” he answered.

She felt a shiver, she felt her entire body go cold and stiff even while Andres continued to pound her. His balls crushing against her, like her breasts crushed into the mattress.

Nyla rubbed her eyes.

“Where do you want to go Nichy?” When she stiffened even more, Andres caressed her spine. “There is nothing to be afraid of my love, nothing at all. Graham told us about you in order to protect you in case you needed to escape…again.”

Rolling into her back, Nyla looked up at Andres.

“And to fuck me?” she got up from the bed, and Andres moved like a panther behind her.

“Ny—”

She wrapped herself with her robe, and saw her wild eyes in the mirror behind Andres.

“And you thought it was a good idea to get intimate with me? To get this close? And that time that Damaris came here, you should have been protecting me not about to fuck me!”

Andres leaned against the wall.

“I definitely knew better than to fall in love with you but it was unavoidable. Seeing you lying around all the time completely nude sunbathing, acting like we did not even see you when you are impossible to miss…”

Nyla saw her eyes soften in the mirror, but she was not completely softened.

“You should have told me earlier. I do not know your secrets.”

“But you do. Graham has files on the three of us.”

“The three of you?”

“We were in the streets, ran away from our foster home. The foster parents wanted us for the benefits and nothing else. Paulo and I were doing what we had to do to protect Gráinne. He and Gráinne fell in love, and the three of us just had each other’s backs.”

“So you never answered—have you ever wanted to escape yourself?”

Andres stood up straight, and looked at her.

“No,” he breathed. “But I am prepared to do whatever I need to, to make you more comfortable. Including to escape…”

“Will you come with me?”

“I can’t.” Nyla sighed, she ached for flight. “The three of us would take over and then you would be free to do whatever you wanted. To do whatever you wanted to do.”

It was not the first time Nyla would have left people behind, and honestly she felt like a lost doll…Her anger brimmed as she flung herself on the bed, and Andres followed her.

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gorgeous image via Violet Fawkes

Damaris in Paris

The nice part of Paris was that Damaris never felt alone, when Jared was not with her. Carole was even with her sometimes, she had been in Paris with her sister so many times. It was a magical place for them.

A sexy place.

Gui never told anyone that the two of them had met before her sister died. Damaris was always someone’s little dirty secret, after all there was what had happened with Harry…

Suddenly she was cloaked in the shadows of her past life. She had to take a deep breath, and wondered if she was feeling regularly anxious or if she was having an anxiety attack.

Or just remembering what had happened with Harry. She had slept with him willingly, and he had seemed to care about her at first…

She covered her eyes with her hands, and when she looked up she saw Jared. He was waiting where he had said he would be waiting for her.

“You okay?” he asked, and put his arm about her.

She nodded, but she did not mean it and felt disoriented.

He took her to a place where the spoken French swirled around them.

Jared said he wanted to be a voyeur with her, he wanted to just look.

With her.

As soon as they walked into the lounge there was a couple in a sixty-nine position. Her ass was spread over his face, and he licked her like she was the best inverted cone he had ever had, while she alternately kissed and licked his shaft reverently.

When they walked deeper in, there were two elegantly dressed men with tuxedos and tails, with their pants around their ankles revealing sock garters, kissing with a seeming thirst they could not quench.

Two women dressed equally as elegantly kissed as well, their hands under each other’s dresses so their garters were revealed. Within sometime, the couples swapped.

Damaris was literally throbbing between her legs, the sensory overload from watching was almost unbearable but too sweet to deny.

She had told Jared she liked to watch. Damaris remembered the mirrored room in their hotel where she and her sister had entertained Gui.

Two for the price of one. But Carole fell in love with him, and everything changed..

Damaris’ life had changed so much since Carole died. Her eyes blurred out the sexy scenes before her with liquid grief…

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paris via wikipedia