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(Flash &) Fleur Friday No. 24 — Listen (Words of Love)

Jeanne had not stopped shaking since she had slapped Eliza.
She had not had any idea that she was going to slap her sister, but Eliza had been unbearable and what she had said about sloppy seconds had been mean and downright nasty.
But the slap had been hurtful to her as well. Terrence had held her since the slap, and now they were in his apartment. He was still holding her, he walked her into the bedroom past a lovely sculpture that looked like it was listening for something but there was dead silence as he undressed her. He caressed her with his hands, with each touch she stopped shaking bit by bit.
He leaned down and kissed her, and she cradled his cheeks in her hands. His skin was so warm and soft. She could see the sculpture still listening for sound, but the only sound to be heard was the rustle of the sheets as they got into bed. The room was dark, and the sculpture looked like the moon looming behind them in a mirror.
Jeanne looked into Terrence’s eyes, and he trained his on her searching her face.
“You make me feel good,” she said softly, and kissed his shoulder.
Still silent, he kissed her and the place between her breasts which she pushed together to caress him. Terrence rubbed his cheeks against them, before her kissed her nipple.
“I need you,” Jeanne said, arching her body up to let him know what she really did.
He did not delay, his attention focused on the lower part of her body. He had to still her because she was levitating wildly.
“I need you too,” he whispered into her ear. “I need you too.” Their need was evident with how seamlessly their bodies joined. Jeanne still levitated, but now Terrence held her hips and pressed them all the more to him. If the sculpture was still listening there were deep moans and cries between them now, and after a while words of love…

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(Flash &) Fleur Friday No. 23 — Boudoir Deux

You can read the first part of this dual Friday Flash here.

Jeanne held Terrence’s arm, his bicep was compelling and she needed his strength as they walked into the back room of the bar. Eliza and Rafe at first had looked like a very happy couple. Upon seeing them enter, they looked frozen and stoic.
She and Terrence ventured forward, and Jeanne bent to kiss her sister’s tight cheek. Eliza’s eyes darted back and forth between the two of them accusatory.
“You do love to keep all the surprises for yourself don’t you Jeanne?” Eliza inquired coolly.
“I had not seen you since we started going out, and I did not want to tell you on the phone or by text,” Jeanne responded without rancor, even though it was being dished out.
“It really would not have made a difference—unless you really wanted to make me uncomfortable and see it in person.”
“You are the happiest woman in the world, you just got married and Terrence is your ex. I did not think.”
“No, you did not think! Of course I would want to see my ex while having dinner with my sister! That my sister could not wait for my sloppy seconds!”
Jeanne slapped Eliza, and Terrence pulled her back.
“You selfish bitch! How long is everything going to be about you? Rafe said you were not like this before your accident, before the pills but all it has been since your recovery is you wanting everyone to satellite about you. Fuck this Eliza, I am tired of it.”
Eliza gaped first at Rafe, and then at Jeanne.
“I do not need a sister. I did not have one this long, and I do not need one now! Happy Terrence?” she started without looking at him, while Jeanne and Terrence stared at her. “You ruined another relationship for me. Thanks!”
“Eliza,” Terrence started.
“No!” Eliza thundered. “You do not speak to me ever again!”
Eliza buried her face into Rafe’s chest.
Jeanne walked away with Terrence.

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Masturbation Monday No. 218/ Friday Flash No. 30 — Abstract

Sabrina at this point had seen Damaris and Gui stop in every bathroom at every stop they had made since they had been out that day. They could not keep their hands off of each other in general, and they escaped to the bathroom for a rendezvous every chance that they got.
The painting that she was looking at in the gallery was just as abstract as Sabrina’s thoughts. Damaris scared her, almost as if she was a ghost. She looked so much like Carole, and she had so much of Carole’s demeanor. But she was not Carole, and she was afraid that Gui thought she was.
They were all grieving.
Disheveled hair and clothes, Damaris walked out of the bathroom first and then moments after Gui walked out. The gallery owner looked up. There was no question what had happened between the two of them.
Sabrina adjusted her sunglasses, happy that they could not see her eyes.
Looking at Damaris reminded her of what it had been like to be intimate with Carole. It felt like a betrayal to Carole that Damaris reminded her of the close relationship she had had with her best friend. Kissing Carole, being tender with her…and then she remembered the declaration of love that Carole had made to her. How would she ever forgive herself for the love that she had not known was there, and that was now gone?
Damaris and Gui looked at each other, and with their hands all over each other slipped back into the bathroom.
Sabrina stared at the abstract painting again, the abstract image reminded her of Carole. Was it because it looked like Carole, or because Carole was on her mind? Still thankful for her sunglasses shielding her tears, Sabrina could feel Carole’s skin on her like web. She was caught in her memories, as the audio of Damaris and Gui’s fucking increased incrementally.

More Masturbation Monday here, more Friday Flash here. Today I found out I am a 2018 Kinkly Sex Blogging Superhero, as well as my fellow Sisters in Smut Dr. J and Mischa Eliot—see who else made the cut here. This week, I am selecting the top three for Wicked Wednesday, I am eager to write my post as well!!!

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(Flash &) Fleur Friday No. 21 — Scarecrows

They passed a bunch of scarecrows and skeletons, on the way to Terrence’s apartment. It was Halloween after all, and it was a bit creepy but not completely. Jeanne wanted Terrence so much, and the way he held her hand let her know that he wanted her just as much.
In the lobby of his building, he opened the door and pulled her close to him so she could feel every bit of his desire and how it equaled hers. If he could have put his fingers between her legs—and she was sure he would momentarily—he would feel every bit of her longing liquified.
In the elevator, he cornered and kissed her with so much fever she was afraid that she was going to spontaneously combust. In his apartment, he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. It was such a terribly romantic gesture, that Jeanne was afraid that she was going to melt in his arms.
All the time that she had spent denying that she wanted him, started to dissolve as his body covered hers.
“Is this okay? Do you want this Jeanne? I don’t want you to think that you have to do anything that you are not ready to do…”
Jeanne realized that she had made him think that she was not that ready for him because there had been so many stops and starts when they were together previously.
“I want you,” she whispered softly, looking up at him. “I have wanted you for a very long time, and now…”
 Looking in his eyes at close range, felt more intimate than kissing felt because her eyes were closed then, and now she was afraid she would dissolve into the sheets.
She was more scared now than she had been by any of the scarecrows or skeletons she had seen on the way over to his place to lie under him…

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Spooky Silhouette & Ghosts– A Meme Combo!!!

Still on her knees, Sabrina had not cared that Damaris was watching her and Harry in the shadows like a spooky silhouette while they made love. Her silhouette was not even that spooky, it was just so hidden.
At first.
Sabrina opened her eyes, when she heard the door crack open more and heard the heaviness of Damaris approaching on the carpet. Damaris was in a robe with nothing underneath, her full figure was revealed in all of its glory. Harry paused—as he would have had to because it was not supposed to be a threesome.
Was that what Damaris wanted?
Sabrina watched her sprawled over the couch, her glistening crotch open under her fingers. Damaris used her own come to rub over her nipples, as she watched them.
Did she want to join them?
“Don’t stop,” Damaris sighed, eyes closed tightly. “don’t stop!” Harry spanked Sabrina, and continued to plough her. At that point, Sabrina was again driven by the feeling of him inside her. His strokes hit every hunger point of hers deep inside, and she moved against him with desperation that she could not fathom. She was with him, why was she acting like she was going to imminently lose him?
A quiet whistle, let them know that Damaris had come. She threw her body over the couch, and wrapped herself in her robe.
In Sabrina’s robe.
Later, Sabrina got out of bed with Harry. She still felt that desperate sensation that she did not want to let him go. Had she missed him that much, even though she had been haunted by the ghosts of previous lovers while she was in London?
It felt like her sexual ghosts followed her everywhere. She was not able to shake them, dark shadows bobbing in her head all of the time.
A dark shadow flew past her, and she realized it was Damaris.
Sabrina let her stay with them in Harry’s apartment. Damaris had not wanted to sleep alone, because she was afraid to. She did not need to tell Sabrina anything really, she would not want to sleep alone is she was Damaris. Her sister had died, and she was in a foreign country in a strange man’s apartment.
Naked and sweaty, Sabrina cornered Damaris.
“Why did you watch us?”  Damaris looked like a phantasm in the moonlight.
“Because I did not want to be alone, I did not want to grieve alone…thank you for letting me…watch…” Sabrina felt a chill go through her, as Damaris went into the bathroom and she felt the other woman’s grief like a body.

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Masturbation Monday No. 214/Friday Flash No. 26 — Tentacles

Sabrina stared at Damaris, whose hands were firmly between her legs.
Damaris smiled softly.
“I do not mean like that Sabrina!” she exclaimed. “I meant to sleep with me like Carole used to when we were young. I miss her so much you know?” 
Sabrina nodded and pulled a blanket over Damaris whose eyes closed and breath deepened almost immediately. Grief left her features a little in sleep, and Sabrina could not help but to sit beside Carole’s sister and hum a soft lullaby for her.
Damaris was completely snoring when Harry walked into the room.
Sabrina stood up immediately and walked into his embrace. He caressed her lips, and she could taste the tears on them.
“Are you alright baby?” he asked, and Sabrina cried into his chest.
She was not even sure where the tears came from in that moment, but she was so filled with emotion suddenly.
Or was it just because she missed him so much? He turned her chin up, and kissed her tear-splashed lips. Sabrina wrapped her arms about him in complete surrender. Her arms and legs surrounded him like she was an octopus. She craved more limbs to embrace him all the more.
Harry’s hands cradled her bottom, and he carried her out of the room. Damaris’s sleeping breath became a whisper, as he closed the door with his own derriere. He pressed Sabrina to the wall, and she kissed his neck with suction like her tongue was the limb of an octopus.
“I want you…” Harry said, and she could feel him tremble under his words and her sucking kisses.
“I cannot leave her in the apartment. If she wakes up…”
“Then here, quickly—we can hear her snoring Sabrina.”
She nodded with parted lips, her own breath deepening as Harry kissed her into oblivion and she pulled up her own dress up because she wanted him too.
“Quick, but not too quick…” she crooned, the hardness of Harry’s belt buckle against replaced with the hardness of his thick shaft against her.
It was good to be home!

More Masturbation Monday here, more Friday Flash here. Today I wrote my first post for the Sisters In Smut blog which you can read here! Later this week my Wicked Wednesday and Fleur Friday, and a special guest post!

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Let Me Flash You…On The Sisters In Smut Blog!!!

On the side panel of this blog is the Sisters In Smut logo, of which I am a sister. My fellow sisters are all amazing–and of course write amazing smut! Today is my first blog post on our site, I am talking about Friday Flash…so come visit me over there and look around!

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Fleur Friday No. 17/ FRIDAY FLASH NO. 25 @THEPINKSEAM MICROFICTION CHALLENGE!

Jeanne did want Terrence. But at the same time, she knew that she would not feel good about herself if she did not talk to her sister about it.
She left him with the bouquet of flowers, so she could really look at what was in the box.
She felt like Pandora…

This micro post is also written for my Friday Flash meme as well–which was curated by @ThePinkSeam / Beatrix B. This one clocked in at 52 words…

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Fleur Friday No. 16/ Friday Flash No. 24, Part II

Jeanne went back to Terrence’s apartment with a bouquet of flowers and a box. She knew he liked fresh flowers in his apartment, and she figured that she needed to bring something there because she was not sure how their conversation was going to go.
She had left him in the middle of Industry City to go see her sister.
Her sister.
She had not expected things to go the way that they had with Eliza at all. Especially not Eliza already knowing they were sisters, and the box.
Jeanne was uncertain about taking the box, but Eliza told her to take it.
“Look at the box, and then tell me what portion of the story I do not know. Please go, take it and we will talk about it later.”
Jeanne was uncertain about the pills that Eliza had taken, but she did as she was told and took the box. She felt a little better when Eliza texted her that she was sorry she was not feeling well, but that Jeanne needed to see the box.
Jeanne would look at the box, but first Terrence. He opened the door and took the flowers and box from her hand, placing them on his coffee table.
“So what did you have to do that you left me in the middle of…” He rubbed his face, and looked vulnerable. Had her pussy stopped throbbing since they had kissed that morning? She reached up to touch his face, and he looked down at her. His hand placed on her ribcage, grazed her breast and she gasped.
“Terrence, I had to go tell Eliza that I am her sister. Eliza and I are sisters.” His hand remained on her rib, but he rubbed his face with his other hand.
“You and Eliza are sisters?”

“Yes, I had to tell her because I wanted to tell her about you. I needed her blessing because I can’t be with you if it would bother her.”
She walked past him, and felt him on her heels follow her and place his hands on her upper arms. Jeanne turned around, and looked up at him.
“You really don’t want to be with me?” He asked from behind her.
Jeanne pressed herself to him involuntarily, and it felt like they were glued together. Her emotions were moving at the speed of light, but the thing she felt the most was that she wanted Terrence.

Everything was a sign.

More Friday Flash here. The first part of this story was featured in my last Wicked Wednesday. The theme of sisters was also portrayed in my Masturbation Monday this week.

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(Flash and) Fleur Friday No. 15

Terrence had pressed Jeanne to the wall, after he made her come in the middle of her new apartment in Brooklyn. She had not been with anyone since she had moved to this apartment, and she wanted him to be the first. When he kissed her she melted, but she grabbed his hand as he sought to place it between her legs again.
“I can’t be with you, until I tell Eliza first,” she said in a whoosh of breath, as he kissed her neck.
“Eliza and I are not together anymore, you know that…” he said looking in her eyes, and taking her hand to his heart.
“But she is my sis-friend,” Jeanne added quickly, and she hoped that she made it sound like she was just stuttering.
Terrence held her hand, but looked at her mouth like he wanted to kiss her again. Jeanne wanted him to kiss her again, but she knew that she had to tell Eliza about it.
She had to tell Eliza everything. How long had it already been, and she had not told her a thing? They were friends, that was for sure but she was still anxious to tell her that she was her father’s illegitimate daughter. Especially now that said father was dead, and there was nothing he could say and nothing really to be gained.
But she had to tell her.
“Let’s go take a walk, okay?” Jeanne looked up at Terrence, looking at his mouth because she did want to kiss him. She wanted to kiss him so much again, her lips were still swollen in both places from having kissed him moments ago.
Moments later, they were walking outside holding hands. As they walked through Industry City with Aperol Spritzes in plastic cups, Jeanne paused at a sculpture that confounded her. From behind there was an anthropomorphic rabbit sitting on a donkey. From the front there was also an anthropomorphic dog that the female rabbit was holding onto. There was something sensual about it, but also completely surreal. Terrence held her, his Aperol Sprtiz floating before her eyes, and she leaned back into him sweetly tipsy.
She had to tell Eliza, because she wanted Terrence.

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