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Unrequited

Sally had been having a time of it. 

After she tired of the unrequited love situation she had had with Oscar, she decided that she needed to move on. She had clung onto him after Chloe had died, but she realized that that was not helping her. 

Plus being with him reminded her of Chloe and that was much more than she could take.

So she had moved on with a dating app that was reputedly more likely to earn her a hookup, putting even Tinder to shame. But that was what she wanted, she was not in the mindset to be with someone and have anything serious. 

Serious had brought her serious heartache.

She sat at the bar, her hair pulled up in a very serious knot. The man she was chatting with was her backup in case the first man did not show up. Maybe it was intuition, but he felt flakier than a croissant.

He had not shown up.

What are you doing beautiful? Bachelor Number Two texted her.

Well, I am at a wine bar right now, and after that if you are not interested in meeting me I will go home and jill off.

He was there before she finished her glass of wine. A sip worthy Barolo, that was divine with the charcuterie board she picked at which the bartender had given her for sitting so long at the bar alone she assumed and buying the most expensive wine on the list.

The man arrived, and sadly in person she was not impressed with him. She knew he could feel it, but her directness up front gave him hope.

“I want to go home alone,” she said. “The wine changed my mood.”

“I want to go home with you Beautiful. Why jill off alone if Jack is here?”

He grabbed himself, and the bartender punched him. 

Sally was startled and thankful at the same time.

“Get the fuck out of my bar!” the bartender said, and while still grabbing himself Bachelor Number Two left.

She looked at the bartender,

“That was something!”

“He was a jackass, and…”

“What?” But Sally saw everything clearly though. The way he was looking at her, the charcuterie board, the refill of her wine with a wave when he handed her her card back to let her know it was on the house. 

She saw everything.

 

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Inside The Erotic Writer

This week is the start of NaNoWriMo, and I did not get a chance to write a brand-new post for Wicked Wednesday. But I always participate, and my new publication on Medium, Inside The Erotic Writer has stories I hope will turn you on—not off!— in the interim.

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The Cemetery Down the Block

I always lived near cemeteries–it was not a conscious choice, just always where I ended up. It was nice because there were always long blocks where they took up space in a residential area. I often went for long walks when I wanted to get out of my apartment. My cemetery–or the cemetery near my place was a historical one and people often visited it. There were tours through it to visit the graves of the famous people who were buried there.

This morning, I was walking to clear my mind from my recent breakup. I had fired up all of the dating apps. There was a new one that if I used the precise location on my phone, I would see exactly where my match was as well. For fun, I turned it on and walked into the cemetery. I had just made a match with a guy who from my experience, was a complete player. I was just in a mood, and if the guy did not mind that I was at a cemetery… then I was definitely game!

“Helena,” I looked up, and it was the guy from the app. He was very sexy, even more sexy than he was on the app.

“Marcus,” I said. “So here we are…” I said thrusting out my hips and looking him up and down. He smiled and looked in my eyes trying to get a read on me. I just looked into his eyes–straight.

“So there is a bar a few blocks away if you want-”

“Let’s just walk through the cemetery.” I started walking and he followed me. I looked back at him. “Plus my place is nicer for drinks than that bar anyway.”

“Your place?” he said, with raised eyebrows and a smirk.

“Maybe…let’s see how things go? But just for drinks.”

Marcus and I walked through the cemetery. He followed me.

“Do you live nearby?” I asked a tombstone since I did not turn to face him.

“Yeah, I do.”

“This app relies creepily on location–near cemeteries at that!”

“It does.”

“We have probably seen each other or been in the same store at the same time.”

“Or the same bar.”

I looked at him. 

“I saw you a few times at the bar a few blocks from here. When I saw you on the app, I jumped right on it because I had wanted to meet you and never said anything.”

I was surprised because he looked like such a player, so I smiled and shrugged.

“You should have just said something!”

“Well now I have Helena.”

“I have an idea…”

We went to the bar that he had suggested, and I sat a few stools away from him.

I ordered the house red, and looked at him out of the corner of my eye with a smile as he approached

“Is this stool taken?” 

“Now it is,” I smiled, taking a sip of my wine.

I told him to tell me what he would have wanted to say if he had approached me and we had not met courtesy of the app.

“You’re beautiful.”

I stared at him because I was not expecting that. We left the bar a long while after even making dinner out of the few food items that they had. It was much darker outside and we both had to pass the cemetery to get to our places. 

Marcus took my hand, and I squeezed his involuntarily because I was so turned on. I looked at him and he kissed me. It was already dark, but when he kissed me and my eyes closed it was as if we had entered an abyss. He pressed me to the cool fence of the cemetery, and my oversized sweater fell open about me. He grabbed my hips, and I grabbed his ass pulling him in closer to me. His hand slid up and touched he softly groped my breast. I pulled him into me more so I could feel him. 

“Touch me,” I moaned, and he looked both ways before his hand disappeared under my dress which he lifted up to my waist. Blocked by a tree to the side of us and shadows all around us, he touched me until I fell limp against the fence with the exertion of my orgasm. Our breath was loud like thunder to me, as he pulled my dress down and fixed me neatly. 

He took my hand again, and I looked back at the cemetery feeling explosive and ready for more.

 

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image via unsplash by Julia Kadel

 

Skulls

She was truly beautiful after people would ask me how could I have known? Her drink was garnished with, and her face was painted as a sugar skull. But her dark eyes were like pools I was drowning in as she walked toward me–a piece of pan de muerto in one hand, and her sugar skull cocktail in the other hand. 

I was not going to let her walk past me, but I was not sure what to say to her. It was Halloween and we were in a speakeasy of sorts, listening to lectures about art inspired by this time of the year. This particular morbid autumnal period that was like a ritual and was worshipped by almost all of us there.

“Nice skull,” she said, and my dick stirred. There I was admiring her skulls, and she was looking at the one that was on my bicep. Between her and the overheated space, I had taken off my sweater and was down to my black tee and black jeans. Her eyes glazed over me, or did mine over her? But we were both looking in each other’s eyes. 

Eye fucking like there was no tomorrow.

I was used to women liking my tatts, and I was going to use it to my advantage with her as much as I could. But first, I wanted her to know I saw her.

“I was looking at your skulls,” I said humbly.

When she smiled it was my undoing. She really was beautiful, and I looked away because I did not want her to see me gawking at her.

“Yeah, my face, the drink…I overdid it tonight. But it only comes once a year, and I want to have fun!”

She pulled off a sugar skull from her cocktail and began to chew it.

“Are you hungry?”

“Honestly, I was expecting more food. I am literally starving!”

“Do you want to go somewhere and grab a bite?”

The Mexican restaurant down the street was covered with candles outside, and it was a warmer night than it should have been for October—almost November because it was past eleven when we walked over.

The chips and guac were so good, we just kept ordering that combination and ordered a bottle of tempranillo that we shared between the two of us. 

“You’re so beautiful,” I said, relaxed by the wine but more intoxicated by her proximity.

“You’re so beautiful,” she said softly and I kissed her. The dark pools of her eyes disappeared when she closed her eyes, but I was haunted by them when I closed my own eyes for our kiss as she gripped my skull-covered bicep.

 

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skull via unsplash by thalia ruiz

 

Happy Anniversary

The cursive blob on the piece of paper she was holding said, Eliza Hughes. Holding Bibi in her arms, her daughter fast asleep and Eliza was exhausted herself because they were finally back from Paris.

She had not intended to stay so long, but she had had a good time. But she had to be back in New York before Halloween. The irony of Cinderella turning into a pumpkin and the pumpkin that was ubiquitous during Halloween, were parallel to her anniversary. Halloween made her think of the biggest day of her life, and she squeezed her sleeping girl who was so fast asleep her eyes did not even flutter.

Rafe came downstairs to get their luggage, and took Bibi out of her arms before he kissed her, squeezed her and her ass. Eliza’s face flooded with warmth, that simple gesture that let her know that he missed her generally and sexually and she had missed him the same way.

The doorman smiled at them as they walked into the apartment building. The look on his face was that he was happy to see them together.

Reunited.

Upstairs, after Bibi fell asleep, Rafe wrapped his arms about her from behind. 

“So France?”

“France was good, but I needed to be in New York with you. It was like another world almost, but I was parallel to our world the entire time.”

“Bibi looked happy at the party.”

“She was.”

“The picture with Oscar…”

“I know…”

She turned around, and they were closer than close. She could be away from him, and she could be with other people but she still wanted to be with him when she was with him. Knew why she had chosen him to spend the rest of her life with.

“Happy anniversary,” she whispered.

“It is not our anniversary yet!” he whispered loudly.

“Every day is an anniversary.”

She kissed him, and her kisses were a litany of promises. They were pressed so close together they felt like skin.

One body.

 

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Pretty in Pink

Everything was Tiffany blue and baby pink in the house—the decorations, the cakes, the cookies. Everything blue and pink. Alessandra had decided to throw a party for Bibi who loved that color combination. 

Eliza dressed her daughter in a Tiffany blue dress, adorned with pink accessories. The colors and the outfit made her look like more of a sweeter confection that the party around them. She squeezed her little girl close to her, and she swore she smelled like a sweet baked good.

Eleni was Alessandra’s neighbor’s little girl. She was dressed completely in pink, and Bibi pulled away from her mother to play with the other little girl. With pleasure Eliza watched them play together.

“She is a beautiful little girl,” Oscar said sitting beside Eliza, and she felt her labia tremble remembering their recent lovemaking. It was far from their first time, but it still affected her so much when they made love.

He put his hand on her knee, as Bibi came back and reached up to hug him. Tears filled Eliza’s eyes as she watched the confectionary sweet scene. Oscar was dressed in pink like the little girls, and Eliza picked up her phone to take a picture.

Bibi stuck her tongue out and posed playfully. She liked to take pictures. Eliza and Oscar held hands as she went to play with Eleni again.

They were something of a family, and it was a beautiful thing. The two of them watched Bibi, and knowing…a tear fell down her cheek that she wiped away. Oscar took her tear smeared hand, and kissed it.

Alessandra smiled at them. She and Emmanuel were holding hands and sharing a slice of the ornate pink cake for the party. Emmanuel put a pink rose on Alessandra’s lips, and she sucked it slowly before his eyes.

Eliza watched Oscar accept a slice of cake handed to him, and a glass of rose champagne. The delicate pink cake roses were complemented by the rose champagne that she took a sip of.

So much pink…

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Dragons

Eliza sat across from Alessandra in the kitchen. Alessandra’s house was gorgeous, and sitting drinking coffee looking at each other was very intimate. Her eyes darted between her hostess and her garden, and her body ruminated with pleasure. Looking outside made Eliza think of Emmanuel and Oscar, and her very recent trysts with them both.

“My dragon is very fond of you,” Alessandra purred, as her lips trilled over the edge of the cup. Eliza must have looked at her quizzically, because she added. “Emmanuel.”

“He is a very charismatic man.”

“I know, we have been together for a very long time on and off. If I am in France, we are together. Oscar knows about him,” Alessandra said, putting her hand on Eliza’s knee.

“He does?”

“Well he fucked you yesterday afternoon so I would hope so! You have been a damn lucky lady since you got here. You are beautiful, you should be having all of the sex you want.”

Alessandra picked up her phone, and showed Eliza the screen which was a dating app from what she could surmise and there was a man with a dragon tattoo.

“I love dragons and I am beautiful as well, I have as much sex as I can. I feel like, and Emmanuel feels we can have sex with whoever we want—we are not sexually jealous. If he sees someone as beautiful as you? Or I see Oscar, be with them.”

“My marriage is open,” Eliza said, and watched Alessandra nod. “Did Oscar tell you?”

“Yes, we have talked about our lives, and you are part of his life. I respect that.”

“Alessandra, you are amazing.”

“I think you are amazing too,” Alessandra said, as she put down her coffee cup, took Eliza’s hands and kissed them both.

Oscar and Emmanuel walked into the kitchen and with the four of them there at once, Eliza felt excited.

 

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World Map

Eliza looked up an address on her phone, and the world map in the app rolled toward her to show her where in France she was. She looked up from the front door, and Oscar stared down at her.

She rolled her eyes.

He had been looking at her since the night before, and she was over it. Their dynamic was outrageous. If she was with someone else, he was jealous. If he was with someone else? She came all the way to France because he was with someone else…

Putting her phone down, she walked out of the house and walked toward where she and Emmanuel had made love the night before. Emmanuel had been looking at her since the night before as well, and she felt like a teenage girl every time he did. He was sexy, and he had made her feel divine in the darkness.

She heard the indelicate movement of branches behind her, and she turned around.

Oscar.

She stopped to see what he would say, but he said nothing. He kissed her, and she stumbled back but he grabbed her bottom. She wrapped her arms about him to gain her balance and to lean more into his kiss.

She wanted him, when had she not wanted him since she she met him?

He pressed her to the tree and it was like deja vu from the night before, except when Oscar touched her it was so different than when Emmanuel touched her. With Emmanuel, it was about the unexpected pleasure of a new partner. with Oscar it was the warm comfort of the familar. Her body tilted toward his because she ached for him.

Every time he was with someone new, she thought he was over her. But he was not over her.

And she was clearly not over him.

 

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The Games They Played

Emmanuel took Eliza deeper and deeper into the darkness. Her lips were swollen on her face and between her thighs, as she followed him. He squeezed her hand, and they were both panting. But she never thought to stop him, she never thought to let go of his hand. She just followed him literally blindly.

“Put your hands on the tree,” he breathed, and she turned around and did what he asked. 

He pressed himself to the back of her body, and she felt how hard he was—how hard she had made him. A twisted grin filled her face because she knew that he must be just as miserable as she was for something to happen.

He pulled up her dress, and then turned her to face him. His lips on her neck made her heart and between her legs pulse widly.

There was nothing easy about making love in the woods, but they still managed. The tree bark was rough against her bare ass, but the pleasure of Emmanuel pressed to the front of her body challenged it. 

The sound of him unzipping his pants almost made her come. The Pavlovian response she felt when he did that made her salivate. His grunts moved through her, and made it even more pleasurable when he entered her. Eliza felt her mouth open, but she could not hear the sound of her own moans. They were lost in the night, as he pounded into her.

They walked back toward the light after, and Alessandra and Oscar were still there.

The look on Oscar’s face.

Alessandra looked blank, as she did.  Emmanuel looked defiant.

The games they played.

 

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In the Darkness

Eliza watched Bibi play with a gorgeous pendant that was a family heirloom to Alessandra. Alessandra had taken it off of her neck when her daughter pointed to it, and handed it to the little girl. The night before when they had been driven to Alessandra’s house, Eliza had not expected the house to be as historical and immense as it was. No wonder she was able to be so gracious to invite all of them to be there with her. 

Eliza got out of the car flanked by Alessandra, Oscar and him. Emmanuel still felt like him—even though she had been talking to him the entire night. She was shaking a bit as she walked toward the house, and hoped no one would notice. She was so nervous around him—she had not been that nervous around a man in a long time. All of the men in her life were men she was close to and very intimate with emotionally. Emmanuel took her hand suddenly, and she looked at him in the dark. 

He pulled her out to where the trees were as they were in the countryside now. 

“They are going to notice we are gone,” she said.

“I want to show you something,” his hoarse reply trilled between her legs. 

She could do nothing but follow him. He squeezed her hand and as it was completely dark, she held his hand tightly because he was her vision in the darkness.

Then he let go of her hand, and his lips on her mouth were her sight. Her hands searched his chest, going inside his shirt. She felt his nipple harden which she caressed softly, and he groaned muttering in Italian.

Eliza shifted as she kissed him because she was so swollen between her legs. Her lips were swollen and she could feel how wet they were like they were softly smacking against her inner thighs.

Bibi dropped the pendant, and her lips quivered. Eliza bent to pick it up and showed her daughter the pendant was not broken or damaged. Her little girl smiled and took the pendant back. 

Eliza felt herself swell again from thinking about Emmanuel.

 

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