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Whenever I Call You Friend

It was not awkward, but Eliza noticed all of the differences in her body now that she was pregnant. She had had a lot of nausea in the first month and was tired all of the time. Those were the symptoms that made her check to see what was going on with her.

She and Rafe had not been trying to have a baby—especially not when she was sleeping regularly with Oscar. They used protection of course, she only did not use protection with Rafe. So when she realized she was pregnant she knew her baby had to be for her husband and that was the way it should be. Rafe said that he did not even question, because any baby she had would be theirs.

Looking at her naked body in the mirror, after having made love to her husband, Eliza studied everything new about herself. Her breasts were fuller, her nipples were darker and her eyes were brighter. There was a suggestion of a line from her navel to her mound, and it awed her to see all of the changes that were happening to her body…

…because of her baby.

The doorbell rang, and she wrapped her robe about herself. She was not expecting anyone. She had begun doing some small work remotely, but there were no meetings planned.

When she saw Oscar through the peephole, she swallowed.

Rafe had just left for work, and she was not sure what to say to Oscar. She had already told him the baby was not his, but then she paused and knew he was still grieving Chloe. When she opened the door, he greeted her with a warm kiss and her robe opened. He looked down at her body.

“You are beautiful,” he said, as she tied her robe about her waist.

Her eyes were warm when she looked at him,

“Do you want some coffee?”

He shook his head,

“I just wanted to see you, to see a friend.”

Eliza nodded, as much as she loved him she was a little afraid what he wanted from her as a friend.

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Striped via @May_Matters

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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Bunny

Rafe looked at the pictures of Chloe on the cover of her funeral program–it looked like a picture he would have taken of her when they went away together. She looked so vivacious and full of life.

The body that he viewed looked beautiful but lacked her life and vivaciousness. Eliza held his hand while they stood together at her coffin.

“You caused her death!” Sally screamed suddenly, and Rafe turned around to look at her. Oscar was sitting next to Sally, and held her close to him but she continued to scream. “She was talking about you before she died! Her head was all filled with you! You!”

Rafe looked down at Chloe once more, and then with Eliza they walked to her pew.

“I am sorry for your loss,” Rafe stated simply.

“You killed my daughter!!!” Sally pummeled her fists against his chest, and all Rafe could do was take it. Oscar pulled Sally away from him, and Eliza said,

“Stop it Sally, this not the way to say goodbye to your daughter.”

Sally stopped punching Rafe to stare coldly at Eliza.

“Both of you get out of here.” Eliza looked at Rafe and nodded.

The walked down the hall in the chapel. Others from a nearby funeral looked at them.

Rafe still felt Sally pounding his chest when he and Eliza got into their car. Eliza held his hand, and he closed his eyes. Lifeless Chloe stayed with him. He remembered her scampering away like a bunny after they skinny dipped. Her bright eyes filled with what he now knew was love.

He squeezed Eliza’s hand as they sat in the car. He wanted her away from Sally for sure. Sally would have lost her mind if she had seen Eliza—really seen Eliza–who was not really showing yet but there was a slight curve about her stomach. Their baby was barely visible but there, and he did not want Sally to injure the mother of his unborn child.

***

Oscar sat next to Sally. They were reunited in grief, but it was still such a hard time being with her post Chloe when all he thought in his head like a mantra was Bunny, Bunny, Bunny. He used to call Chloe Bunny as a pet name, and now she was lying in the coffin that he and Sally stared at long after the funeral director closed it.

Death was so final, the opposite of birth.

Birth, he swallowed hard as he thought it. Eliza looked so different, even if she had not told him she was pregnant he would have been able to guess there was something new about her. He knew her that intimately. It was not his baby, she assured him why she told him right away and calmly so there was no confusion.

“Besides, I am Rafe’s wife and he said any baby I have is his baby.”

Oscar swallowed hard again.

He lost Chloe and the chance to be a father within a week, he felt like a walking void. This swap of partners with Eliza had been a black hole.

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Pursuit via @purplesgem1

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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Kink Flashback

If you read my Wicked Wednesday last week, it was a bit somber. I decided to do a kink flashback this week–while I regroup…

Eliza felt damp underneath the black and white dress that she wore. She was annoyed with Terrence, and it was the first time she had really been so despite everything that happened between them.

But even mad, even wanting to throw him out of a window, when she looked at him something happened inside of her.

He moved closer to her, and she looked at him first hopelessly, vulnerably. Then she squared her shoulders, and felt how tight her jaw was.

“No, no, you cannot just sweet talk me out of this,” she said quietly, looking up at him.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

That was all he said, without smiling like usual to soften her. His expression was solemn almost, and his eyes locked with hers.

Naked beneath her waist. Eliza had on only a black and white bra, under her black and white dress. Naked the rest of way down, she felt her clit thicken and twitch with desire.

She fluttered her eyelashes, and looked away from him.

He kissed her where her lashes fell.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he repeated as a litany.

He pressed her to the wall, and she drowned in his scent and emotion before he slipped his hand under her skirt and she heard his surprised gasp.

“You’re not–”

She leaned up and kissed him. He pulled her close, and he slapped her backside, his fingers sticking a bit because they were damp with her moisture.

Pressing her pelvis to his, Eliza let him crush her to him even more. She looked up at him, this time vulnerable and scared.

The way she felt about him terrified her, and being in his arms made her feel like loose lava. He caressed her, at the top of her triangle and she squirmed which made him spank her.

Her desire raged only from the waist down, although she could feel her nipples were hard against the cups of her bra.

He said he was sorry, and she allowed him to pleasure her. She gave into him.

Like usual.

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Underwater via @19syllables

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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Celebration

I looked down at my thighs with pride last night. They supported some amazing walks over the past few weeks, and support my arms when I am writing at home like I did yesterday for Smutathon. Smutathon is erotic writers writing for a good cause–you can find out more about it here and there is still time to donate if you can. You can read my Smutathon story quartette if you like here.

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Pierced

Chloe took a long look at her mother. She had of course seen pictures of her mother when she was younger, her mother had always been the youngest looking mom when she was a kid. The cool one who came to pick her up to take her to fun places, but it was her grandmother who took care of her primarily.

Sally had her hair pulled up in a ponytail, and her earring piercings were empty except for pearls that she wore that emphasized her faux rockabilly look. Her mother was beautiful, there was no denying that Oscar had been smitten with her which is how she did not know how she was able to pry him from her but she had.

And now.

She needed her mother, blood was thicker than water and she needed her. Sally looked at her with a face that displayed no emotion. She had agreed to meet her, but her face was smooth as porcelain not a crease of emotion.

“Mom, I am sorry for everything. But you are my mom, and I love you and I need you.” Chloe felt weak as she looked at her mother’s still calm expression.

“I love you Chloe, you’re my daughter. I am always here. It was not so much about Oscar, but the things you said to me about not raising you and acting like you did not need me. Like you did not love me.”

“I’m sorry Mom,” Chloe cried, and she rushed to hug her mother. I’m so sorry. But I think you are right. Oscar was out of my league, I should never have gotten involved with him. I never should have done any of this because now…I am in love with someone else.”

Her mother studied her with interest now. Chloe was afraid to say anything, because even to say it was pleasure and pain.

“I am in love with Rafe Morton.”

Her mother’s eyes widened, as she stared at her.

“Then you are in for a hell of a battle with his wife,” Sally leaned back with an ironic smile. “And she pulled a knife on me once, so I would be very careful. Both Oscar and Rafe love her to death.”

Chloe swallowed, she definitely could not compete with Eliza. But she had to have Rafe, she needed him now more than ever…

She walked out of the café after talking to her mother a little longer, and got into her car. She started to text Oscar, but out of the corner of her eye she saw that her driving was texting. As she was about to tell him to stop, the car swerved and she screamed. The sound of their two phones colliding was the last sound she heard.

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Caramel

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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image via Tom Starling

Frigid

Chloe wrapped her arms about herself as if she felt frigid air surrounding her. A thought about her mother came like frigid air–but now she wondered if she was right? Chloe was lying in bed with Oscar, they were both so drunk after they left Talisman with Eliza and Rafe.

Rafe had his driver take them home, and he and Eliza walked away. Chloe stared after them for a long time–as long as she could see them in the car. She realized it bothered her that Rafe was going with Eliza, and probably they were in bed the same way she and Oscar were now. Oscar pulled her closer, and she could smell the smokiness of Laphroaig on his breath.

Her mother had told her that she was way out of her league with a man like Oscar. Chloe felt she was even more out of her league with a man like Rafe. Being with him changed her, she needed to tell Oscar about it, but she had not.

After being with Rafe, Chloe felt like more of a woman than she had before. Maybe being with Oscar was something different because she had had a crush on him and it was fulfilled.

With Rafe, it had been wanting him from almost the moment she saw him, and not being able to deny that. She had even made it so that Eliza feel like they all should switch partners. Her desire made it so, Chloe heated up as she realized that. When he made love to her she had a fever, and wanted nothing else.

But him.

She had searched his eyes for some reciprocity earlier, but he barely looked at her. When he did his smile was warm and knowing, everything that happened between them flashed in his eyes. She felt full of him, and wanted him inside her again. But all she did was drink like self medication to make it all go away…

Now he haunted her like a ghost, she did not see him as an apparition even as she could not stop thinking about him. Wondered if he was thinking about her, as Oscar pulled her closer.

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iceberg via wikipedia