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(Flash and) Fleur Friday No. 12 — Painted Face

Jeanne stopped because the street art painted face on the wall outside of the bar captured her attention. Terrence caught her attention right after.
He was in a button-down white shirt and jeans. She had never really seen him look so casual. He typed on an iPad, and there was a glass of wine beside him. He mirrored what she often looked like when she was writing at home or on the road—in a cafe or bar.
When their eyes met, he shrugged. His shrug was inviting, and she walked in. Terrence stood up, and hugged her. His hug was warm, and a little desperate.
She had not seen him since Eliza broke up with him, when she decided that she wanted to be alone and she did not want to be with anyone. He had just faded away… But seeing him here resurrected her feeling of unity with him when they met in the cafe near Eliza’s apartment, after her accident and used to visit her.
“How are you?” she asked softly.
“Jobless and loveless, but otherwise good.” They shared equally bittersweet smiles, as Terrence studied her. “How are you? How is Eliza?”
“Fine, and good,” she shrugged. “It’s nice to see you.”
“You too.”
It was awkward.They had shared some random texts, but the friendship that had been developing between them got murky when Eliza broke up with him.
Terrence turned to the waiter and pointed at his wine, and then pointed at Jeanne.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, when the wine was placed in front of her.
“What are you working on now? What are you writing?”
Jeanne ran an imagined errant hair off of her face.
“A few stories. I cover a lot of art and that season is starting up, and a lot of cultural stuff.
Art and culture were her savior and grace always. Conversation started to flow between them after that—and a few glasses of the house wine.
“How long do I have you for?” Terrence asked, looking at his watch.
“I was just wandering. I am going to write later.”
“That’s pretty,” Terrence said, caressing her chain and Jeanne looked down. His finger felt molten on her skin, and she watched him caress the word “fleur” on her neck. It was a gift from Mal.
“It was a gift.”
“You are like a flower. Soft, tender…very delicate.”
Jeanne’s face flushed as she continued to look down.
“Are you hungry?”
Jeanne looked up at him, his eyes always matched hers.
She nodded.
When they got up, she swerved a bit, from the wine. Terrence held her waist, and steadied her. She put her hands over his, as she steadied herself from warmth of the wine.
But she was not so steady from the warmth of Terrence which she was starting to love….

This is my newest Fleur Friday, which became (Flash and) Fleur Friday since I am writing it for my Friday Flash meme—you can read those stories here.
Since Eliza and Jeanne are sisters, you can read about Eliza here. Jeanne is close friends with Sabrina, who you can read about here.

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(Flash and) Fleur Friday No. 11 — Collaboration

It was an odd collaboration, but the flowing sculpture looked amazing transplanted in the cafe. All of them kept staring at it: Jeanne, Eliza and Ingrid.
It was the first time since Rafe proposed to Ingrid, that they were not all staring at the diamond on Ingrid’s finger. Even Karys and Sabrina was obsessed with the ring, and they had not even seen it in person. But even brighter than the ring, was Ingrid.
Ingrid who Jeanne had spotted with Rafe at Eliza’s apartment making love during a storm. Ingrid decided to come clean to Eliza about her relationship with Rafe, when Eliza was stronger after her accident.
Eliza was on the road to recovery now, looking at her you would never have guessed that she was in a car accident. She did not walk with the limp that she had been walking with, and she was a lot less bandaged. She had been gracious, as Ingrid told her about her love affair, and that Rafe had proposed to her.
Ingrid glowed like some sort of radiation, she was so completely in love with Rafe. Eliza sat beside Ingrid, and caressed the lemon on the edge of her water glass. Jeanne looked at Eliza, wondering if she was as okay with the situation she had been presented.
A few weeks ago, Eliza was in an accident and now her fiance who she had been broken up with for less than a year was getting married to the nurse who had taken care of her.
But Ingrid was lovely, and neither of them could being themselves to really dislike her. She was pretty, and in love with Rafe.
“It does not feel weird to me that you and Rafe are getting married,” Eliza mused, staring at the sculpture installation. “It does mot feel weird to me because I feel so different about everything than I did a few months ago.
Everyone makes mistakes in love, Jeanne mused silently. She had made her own share, and Eliza had made hers. Ingrid had surely made hers as well. Hopefully you ended up somewhere where you were so blinded by the future, the past was a lost shadow.
Eliza was in a place where she did not seem to care about love. Her engagement had wrangled love out of her.
Ingrid lived off of it.
Jeanne craved it, she wanted it but she was not sure she believed in it or if it would it sustain her.
The three of them suddenly looked at each other.
“Cheers!” Ingrid said gleefully, alive and not anything like the beautiful flowing sculpture beside her.
She was alive.

This is (Flash and) Fleur Friday! More Flash Friday here. I created quite a challenge for myself. Fleur Friday always follows the Wicked Wednesday prompt that I used this week—and—the prompt I use for Flash Friday!

Monday is Masturbation Monday—see you then?

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(Flash and) Fleur Friday No. 9

Jeanne sat next to Terrence on her couch, she gave him a minute when he came to her apartment to take her to see Eliza. Terrence texted her to let her know that Eliza had been a passenger in a car accident, that she she saw on the news because of Eliza’s semi-celebrity status.

“I know, I’d been texting her to make sure she was okay,” Jeanne stated.

Terrence explained that she was not really okay, that she was taken to her apartment by her ex-fiancé who had reluctantly told him that Eliza was with him. He was only allowed a few minutes in her apartment, and he said he would come back.

“I think that she might like to see you. But I have to warn you, she is in really bad shape. This is not her first accident, she did not break anything but she is in a lot of pain.”

Jeanne agreed to have Terrence take her to see Eliza, but it felt awkward. But she was her sister, and she wanted to support her. She was all that was left of the father she would never know, and she wanted to get to know Eliza.

Terrence looked like hell when he got to her apartment, which was why she told him to sit down. She sat beside him for a moment, when he got a text.

Come back, was all Eliza had texted him.

Jeanne was startled when she picked up her own phone, and saw Eliza’s name.

Jeanne, sorry to have not texted sooner. I was in an accident, I’m okay, but recovery is hard. I would love to stay in touch with you, but it will be a while before a night like the last one we had!

“Let’s go,” Jeanne said with full resolve.

Eliza needed her.

Jeanne was not prepared at all for the injured body of her sister lying in bed. She was propped up, and her face was blank. Lacking all of the light she had known of it.

And there was a man, dressed in a suit minus the jacket that was thrown on the backseat of his chair. He looked at Jeanne for a very long time.

“I am Eliza’s friend, Jeanne,” she extended her hand.

“I am Rafe, I am taking care of her. Nice to meet you, thank you for coming. You too Terrence,” Rafe turned around to look at the other man.

Jeanne heard the reluctance in his voice. Standing between the two men, Eliza’s life seemed like something ripped from the screen of a soap opera.

At that moment, Eliza saw her and through the pain there was a small smile. Jeanne smiled back, as the sun gleamed on Eliza and the big city outside.

It has been an emotional week for me starting with Masturbation Monday and Wicked Wednesday! This (Flash and) Fleur Friday, at least shows the strength of sisterhood. This post is inspired by this week’s Wicked Wednesday, and was written for Friday Flash. Friday Flash is going to be weekly after next week, by popular demand! There is more Friday Flash here.

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Friday Flash No. 14 — The Red Room

She knew that desire was colored red, but she never actually saw it, until the moment that she did. They were standing in the vestibule of the fancy restaurant and bar, and she looked at him. The reflection in his eyes are red, his skin was red, her hand on his cheek and then his chest was red.A blur of red filled her eyes as she kissed him. She sucked on his lower lip, where there was a sweet smokiness from the scotch he had had when they were inside. Her eyes closed as she sucked on his lip, and he pulled her close. 

Behind her closed eyes was red.

“I can’t wait,” she said, her lips released his and there was a soft pop only they could hear.

“Babe…” he started, his hands firmly on her ass. “Here?”

“Yeah.”

“Right here?”

“Somewhere near?”

“Maybe the bathroom?”

She looked up at him, and his face was red as he looked at the cars rushing by outside through the open door in the vestibule.

They walked back inside, and on the way to the bathroom, there was a red not quite room, but a red space tucked away. There was a settee, and a mirror and the sound of the crowd was dull.

He pushed her softly into the space. In the mirror, she could see their red faces. She closed her eyes when he pulled her to him, so close she could feel red.

She could feel he was red.

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Friday Flash No. 11 — Happy New Year!!!

Janie woke up to the freeze frame of Times Square, as she retrieved her remote control from her hip. She had not really wanted to see the new year come in because it reminded her of him, and they could not share it. It was still last year where he was now in the world.

For a few more minutes.

She pulled up the strap of her slip, and her fingers got caught in the torn lace. The Times Square freeze frame disappeared in a flash from the screen as she turned it off, and sighed. Running her hand through her hair, she picked up her phone. Janie could pretend she was not looking for a message from him, but that would not be true.

And he might be asleep, like she had fallen asleep.

There were messages from friends she was close with, and some she has not talked to since last year when they messaged her Happy New Year.

Janie felt the strap of her slip fall off of her shoulders, and she let it. She took the other one down herself, and let her breasts free. Leaning up against the wall, she pulled her slip up over her hips and drove her finger straight up into her.

Tight and wet was the sensation that she felt, and relief at her shoulders. But her finger was not like his. His were thick and work-worn, because he used his hands a lot for work. Rolling her head against the wall, she was soothed by the thudding as she kept at it. With both hands now—one in her and one caressing her clit—Janie saw a flash of light like lightning when she came, so hard that she lost her breath and felt vertiginous for a moment.

It was then, more awaited than the ball in Times Square that she saw his name flash across her screen.

Her phone put on a display for celebration, behind his message.

Happy New Year, thinking of you.

Typing with her fingers covered with her own come, she answered:

Thinking about you too…

And she had been thinking about him very hard…

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Friday Flash No. 9 — Love is Love

This was what she wanted.Even with the extra garlic she had asked for in her ramen, and the fried garlic–but he had had it too…so when she kissed him, they cancelled each other out. She buried her face in his neck, to take in his warm scent. His scent stayed with her all the time, it was the fragrance of her memories of him and she thought about him all of the time. 

Now she wanted the visual.

As she unbuttoned his shirt, the tiny sound of popping made her fingers tremble. A mole on his upper arm made soft between her legs, she had wanted to see him for so long. 

Bare.

Before her.

She swirled her tongue around his nipple, and felt his body stiffen at the sensation. Without stopping, she looked up at him and his eyes were warm and wet as he returned her gaze. Would he look the same way when she went down on him?

But she was not ready for that yet. Now, she just wanted to see every part of his body. Her sexual wanderlust was strong, and she wanted to venture every part of him. The texture of his skin, any other moles that he had, where she could touch him and set him on fire…

…it was most intimate to her after they had had sex this first time. When their bodies were tangled unceremoniously. The sweat on her body was semi-dry, and she was lulled by the sound of his breath returned to normal. His eyes were closed, and she studied his eyelashes, the spectrum of color and the gentle flutter before he opened his eyes and looked at her.

The love in his eyes warmed her more than any touch, and she blinked from his intensity. He did not have to say anything, nor did she. 

Love is love spoken or shown.

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Friday Flash No. 6 — Leaving an Italian Restaurant

All Claudia remembered when they were leaving the Italian restaurant, was her bare shoulder bumping against the photograph by the exit. Victor released her hand, after he had kissed the curve of her neck and she pulled away from him drunk on his lips and amaretto margaritas.

Right into the photograph.

When she sucked on her lip, she could taste amaretto. Before she released her lip, Victor’s lips were on hers. Claudia threw her head back when their lips parted, gasping wildly. He had pulled her into the nearby alleyway, pulled her leg up on his and with his support of her leg, she ground against him.

They both looked around the alleyway surreptitiously. In the restaurant, by the window, they had conspiratorially whispered dramatizations of exploring their lust there. Claudia had suggested her bare feet on the cobblestone. Victor suggested with her leg up over his, so he could spread her wider…

…now her leg was up over his, and her shoe fell off. The sound of it made her clit twitch. Only with Victor could she be out in a semi-private alleyway—only hidden by a huge trash bin—and feel overrun with lust.

There was a scurry beneath them, but Claudia could not look down when Victor was inside her. He had slipped into her, and let go of her leg so she wobbled. Her bare foot was on the ground to balance her, when he directed their lovemaking. There was a sting on her shoulder, which she realized was a cut from the picture she had bumped against. Victor lifted her onto the garbage bin, and re-entered her with renewed vigor.

“I couldn’t wait to be with you like this,” he whispered, as he thrust in and out of her.

“I know,” she cried, before they kissed again. “I would not have made it home without this…without having you inside me…”

A broad light fell on them, they both covered their eyes.

“Scusi,” said the startled worker who threw out the restaurant’s trash, and quickly shut the door.

Claudia and Victor quickly found their release, and left the alleyway. She rubbed her shoulder, as they came back to the front of the restaurant and she saw the picture by the exit illuminated in yellow light.

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Friday Flash No. 5 — Service

Loretta looked at her red-lacquered finger on the button. That button had become like Pavlov’s bell for her, when she pressed it. Months ago when she pressed that button, she had just expected to come in and clean a gentleman’s apartment. The apartment was huge, and the windows were opened letting her look almost back to her apartment downtown. She pulled up her sleeves, and prepared to go to work when the gentleman who hired her to clean his apartment appeared in the hallway. He mirrored her in white dress shirt and blue jeans. Soon after meeting him, she looked out toward downtown in just his dress shirt completely open and her body ruminating with the pleasure he had created within it.

That was how he liked her to clean. In his dress shirts–open, nothing underneath. Sometimes he liked her to wear his cufflinks. His cufflinks were as assorted as the charms on her Pandora bracelet. Naked except for his shirt, every motion to clean made her body a symphony of anticipation. Sometimes he was there, sometimes he was not there. When he was there, he never took his shirt off of her. Whatever he did with her, he did with his shirt on her.

After she pressed the button to be let in on her shifts, she knew if he did not come to the door in a certain amount of time she was free to use his key. Today was such a day, she put the key in the door and closed her eyes. Putting the key in his lock, was like the reverse of him entering her. Licking her parched lips, she unbuttoned her own dress shirt and folded it neatly on the table next to the door. Loretta stepped out of her jeans, and had another Pavlovian response to his dress shirts. She went through his dresser drawer to find a pair of cufflinks to put on as part of her service for the day…

Whether he was there or not he slipped through her like a ghost, she stood still for a moment and then remembered her purpose to service…

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My Sexy Saturday — A Sexy Letter

This is not exactly a letter, but it is being typed on a vintage typewriter! This is a flash of the flash I wrote for Tabitha Rayne’s Self-Love Hop–where you can win a Ruby Glow that she designed!!!–and my own Friday Flash meme. There is a lot more sexy reading at both of those places as well! Here is my teaser:

But every line she typed made her think of him, made her want to infuse him in between the lines. She imagined her fingers running through his hair, her lips on his warm skin taking in his temperature. Parting her lips, she sucked on his neck and gripped his scalp which she did instinctively and he liked.

The last time she thought this while writing, she touched her own neck and dipped her finger in the hollow there. She let her fingers travel down over the soft skin of her breast and the divide between them. Then lower to the divide between her legs, which shortened her writing time because she could not type with one hand.

But this time she was smarter, she took out her new toy.

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Friday Flash No. 3 — Cocktails

Josephine adjusted her bowtie, when she saw her reflection in the mirror above the bar. Jackson teased her, that it was her preening mirror.

“Who’s the girl?” he questioned her with a smile.

“Just want to look good Jackson,” she smiled her smile that made him melt.

Before he knew that she liked girls, Jackson had been very excited that she was going to tend bar with him. He was a gentleman, not a hard flirt at all and she had been enchanted with his infatuation. They became fast friends, and he often marveled at how quickly she picked up women. She didn’t even have a technique—women just flocked to her.

Jake had not stopped smiling at her, Josephine saw out of the corner of her eye. But she was more interested in the retro glamour stunner who sat at the bar with the lame guy, who brought woman after woman there with one goal in mind. He was not nearly so successful as Josephine in the art of the pick-up, and Josephine wanted to get closer to the girl he was with. It gave her no small pleasure that the retro beauty looked at her up and down appreciatively. Josephine and Jackson wore the same uniform, but Josephine filled it out with her voluptuous tits and ass. Hell the guy with the girl had tried to come onto her once, but she had served him an icy scotch in a cocktail tumbler.

Josephine saw that the girl looked at her body. It did not mean anything, Josephine was the kind of woman that made other women look at her with longing whether they were into women or not.

She gave the girl a soft smile, as she walked over to them.

“Would you like another honey?” Josephine questioned sweet and softly, running her hands over her pants that she had creased perfectly.

The guy answered for her no, but the girl said yes,

“With extra cherries.”

The guy called her Kitty, before Kitty got up and went to the bathroom. She was clearly upset, and Josephine made eye contact with Jackson to go check on her. Rubbing her hands over her creased pants, Josephine looked in the mirror and cupped her breasts.

She would make Kitty all better…

My contribution to Friday Flash, is a flash prelude to this story. If you want to read more about Josephine, you can find her here. I am dedicated to using all the verbs from the verb list created by Richard Serra—you can find the list here. Yesterday I used “roll,” today I am using “crease.”

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