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Damaris was dangling from the bed in only her fancy striped tights and nothing else. Paris had been amazing so far—even more amazing than she remembered it from the countless times she had been there before.

The striped tights came from the store near their hotel–Damaris was surprising Jared because when she looked at his phone she accidentally saw a candid photo of herself that he had taken of her. He was scrolling randomly, but she recognized herself. She did not know he was taking photos of her, so she decided to surprise him when he walked into their hotel room.

“Damaris porn,” he said as he loosened his tie, knelt and gathered her breasts with his hands upon seeing her sprawled on the king-size bed.

She sighed deeply from his touch. He knew exactly how to touch her, their time in Paris made them intimate in ways she had not expected at all. In New York she felt something different with him, but in Paris together all of the time she got to know things about him that she did not know.

How she discovered that he took secret photos of her legs…

Jared pressed her breasts together, kneaded them and Damaris moaned with the pleasure from the release of it. He caressed her nipples, and she was so tight between her legs she thought she would burst.

Fully dressed in his suit, he lie alongside her—his head at her feet. Damaris saw the bulge in his pants, and caressed his calves absently. He rubbed her feet, and it felt nice. She closed her eyes and moved into his touch, her body felt fluid from when he massaged her breasts but now even more so. It was like she was melting, as he caressed her foot.

But it was while he had her pinky toe in his hand that Damaris felt a rush of pleasure much further up than just at her toes. Her toes curled as Jared massaged her ankle and pinky toe in tandem, making her feel like she wanted to come. She was capable of nipple orgasms—but a foot orgasm? Even as she pooh poohed the idea, that was just what happened. The flood of sensation that went up to her groin finally exploded and she buried her face in his calves as she came. Jared rubbed his cheek against the sole of her foot, and she gasped as she had aftershock pleasure from her orgasm.

Damaris was limp as a noodle, and wondered what more this man was going to take from her and how much more would she willingly give to him?

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This is inspired a lot by Sylvia Plath’s poem “Pursuit”–the bold italicized sections are from that. Purple’s Gem’s image is magic too!

There is a panther stalks me down:

One day I’ll have my death of him;

His greed has set the woods aflame,

He prowls more lordly than the sun.

He was relentless.

It was exactly like fragments of Sylvia Plath’s “Pursuit.”

He stalked her down.

She left the fancy apartment on Fifth Avenue and she saw the car—she knew that car. How was he there? Why was he there?

She knew why.

I hurl my heart to halt his pace,

To quench his thirst I squander blood;

He eats, and still his need seeks food,

Compels a total sacrifice.

She tried to pretend she did not see him, but like a Black Maria approaching–she could not deny her fate. Cara was not strong enough when he got out of the car.

“Cara Mia,” he said, getting out of the car.

Cara froze—she was afraid to move because if she did she knew she would end up in his arms.

“Don’t you have to drive someone somewhere?” she tried on a huffy demeanor—it did not fit.

“Cara…”

He was like a panther at close range, his eyes intense and he always looked like he was ready to pounce. The heat of his eyes and body so close to her broke down her will.

“Come…” he purred, with his mouth and fingers.

“Nothing is going to change Ted, we have been over this over and over again…” she shook her head helplessly, and he pulled her close to him when her tears came.

I shut my doors on that dark guilt,

I bolt the door, each door I bolt.

Blood quickens, gonging in my ears:

The panther’s tread is on the stairs,

Coming up and up the stairs.

Cara cried when he left—she knew he had to this time, but she still cried. That underwater feeling flooded her again, as she tried to come to grips with what had happened—what would keep happening.

If he came to her, and she looked in his eyes. If she looked at any part of him she would not be able to resist him.

He knew it too, he pinpointed her weakness and took advantage of it.

She could still smell him, feel the sweat of him on her fingers from when they made love. He looked at her in that way that promised everything, but nothing as she grabbed his ass while he moved inside of her. She was ashamed that him inside of her at that moment had been everything.

Dark tears wet her face and her sheets, when she heard someone come up her stairs afraid it was him again knowing it wasn’t…

…for now.

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Cara woke up the following morning in the hotel, and felt like she had emerged from the sea. Wild dreams even after a lovely night with Damaris, Damaris who was sweet like a seashell out of a Botticelli painting, when she licked her on the sumptuous sheets.

But now walking down the streets of New York City leisurely–later she would see one of the clients that she promised Damaris that she would see in her place. Her phone buzzed as she looked at her lipstick in a Fifth Avenue store window, she saw the name on her watch–immeadiately she clicked decline.

Ted.

Aptly named after Ted Hughes the poet—Ted was the epic type of ache that would have been a book of poems if she was Sylvia Plath. He was what made her feel like she was emerging from underwater…

Cara had loved him so much, that it felt like she could not breathe for her love. She could not do anything but love him, and he broke her heart time and time again.

He was so damned beautiful, and when he made love to her it was so otherworldly that she felt like she was floating the entire time. She was with him until he dropped her…

Last night with Damaris had been a sweet distraction. Neither one of them had wanted to be alone. Damaris tasted like a sweet seashell, and when Damaris tasted her she felt like melted ice cream licked as it dripped so not a bit of its sticky sweetness would be lost. Their loneliness sharpened their desire for each other.

Ted had been everything to Cara, the first man she had loved so completely and having to let him go was hard–made her nights even harder.

She had not slept with anyone since she left him, until last night with Damaris. He kept showing up on her phone, and she kept declining.

Then she bumped into someone as she was declining another call.

Ted.

“Are you following me?!” she screamed, even though seeing him made her warm all over and she knew he could tell.

Ted held her face in his hands, and kissed her right in the middle of the street. She heard her phone drop—and crack—and she did not care. His lips on hers were so soft and fierce at once. Cara pressed her body to his to feel him full-length as she had not for weeks. Her body needed to memorize his again.

As if she had forgotten.

He was hard everywhere, including his face. He wrapped his hands about her neck, and kissed her lips again.

Kissed her goodbye.

She looked around and saw him go back into the car he drove for a very wealthy man, who she had once been picked up by. But she locked eyes with Ted, and that was it.

Stepping to crack her phone even more with her heel, Cara’s cheeks and between her legs were wet and she felt like she was back underwater.

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Charlotte wore stiletto heels—that was all the memo from Harry said. To wear a pair of her stilettos, and come to his office after hours. Between her legs was quivered. They still had sex during office hours, but the stuff that they were currently exploring was stuff that they needed to do after business hours.

The echo of her heels on the floor turned her on, and the clenching and quivering between her legs made it hard for her to walk. She was still sore from their last episode…

When she got to his office, he was sitting slouched in his seat staring at the door.

Waiting for her.

Charlotte paused, waiting for him to say something. Usually he wanted her just in the heels, and then they would explore from there.

“You know what to do,” he stated plainly.

Charlotte undressed slowly, as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She paused a bit because she loved to look at him. Especially when he was hard, knowing it was her that made him so. He was stiff, and she licked her lips. The crotch of her thong was damp, and she got her secretions all over her fingers. As soon as she pulled the thong off, Harry crooked his finger at her.

“Lift up your foot,” he said. Charlotte did of course, and he played with her. Her body tensed and shook as he urged her leg higher up.

She did, her heel piercing the keyboard of his laptop, as she knocked it down by accident. He smacked her bottom when she shifted nervously. When she looked down at him, he pulled her closer and licked her harder. Charlotte could barely stand, and as she struggled to keep her balance he slipped one then two fingers inside her.

Then a third.

Charlotte felt her fingernails dig into his shoulder, the puncture of flesh as she lost balance and stepped again on his laptop on the floor when she came. A blended sensation that came with a swiftness, and at the same time with a tiny delay that made her gasp and everything when black.

She resurrected when she felt his hands on her hips, and he kissed her where she pulsed. Running her hands through his hair, she mused on this new twist.

That was maybe why she wanted him so much because she had no handle on him. He scared her as much as he thrilled her.

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Jared held her hand as they left the apartment. He insisted that she should have a proper meal and dessert.

“Beautiful, you deserve it,” he breathed, chewing delicately on her earlobe.

Hearing him say that drove her mad. She wanted to hear and feel his voice all night, he drove her crazy and made her feel so wanted today—more than ever.

As they got into his car, Damaris saw a bus go by with a Mac ad that said, Love Me. She remembered Nars campaign for orgasm blushes, and liked the trend makeup was taking.

At the dinner table, he looked at her like he wanted her more than anything on the menu. Damaris knew she wanted him more than anything on the menu. She was so fixated on him, she wanted to be with him and keep being with him—she did not give a fuck about food. But she ate because she wanted to please him.

Pleasing him in all things was at the forefront of her desires—that was why he kept coming back.

“I know I am redundant but you are so beautiful I cannot keep my eyes off of you—I cannot even look at the menu because I cannot stop looking at you.” Damaris smiled as he talked, and he licked his lips like he wanted to devour her.

Would he please devour her?!

She played with her food, pushing each item from side to side. As if she was afraid to eat in front of him, but she did not she was so full with desire even after she had climbed peak after peak with Jared.

“So I talked to Nyla,” Jared started, and Damaris looked up. Her appetite was completely gone now. What had he and Nyla talked about? “I am going away for a month—for business. In Paris, and I want to take you…”

Damaris barely heard the details of the business part—even the money part which was stupid because it was an amount that she did not even imagine possible. It was enough that she would not have to work after for awhile. Nyla was astute. There were extras she had considered that Damaris would not even have dreamed of.

“Nyla said that from her end, everything is fine but I need to ask you. Are you free, can you go to Paris with me? I understand that I have to pay compensation for any clients you might have already…”

“I can go, I can go. I used to live in Paris.”

Jared raised his eyes at her with a silent ooh la la.

Damaris thought about when she lived in Paris and her supposed her perfect life there. Why did it feel now like this was her perfect life?

Going back to her apartment, she saw the same Mac ad while they were in the car. Jared’s hand between her legs, his mouth on her neck the soft, delicate part that made his touch between her legs feel like electricity. She gasped for breath so hard when she came that she thought she was going to pass out, her own red lips pressing against the window of the car as he loved her.

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