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Retreat

Chloe swung her hips delicately to the Amy Winehouse version of “Girl From Ipanema,” while they were at Retreat— a new pop-up bar created to promote a PR campaign her friend was running. Eliza watched as Chloe held Oscar’s hand, and bumped her hip with Rafe’s.

Eliza and Rafe had been monogamous since they got married, but they never said that their marriage would not be open. Eliza could tell that Chloe had an attraction to Rafe, and that he did not mind.

As for herself, being around Oscar all of the time did not make her immune to his charms. There were several times that she felt like she and Oscar felt something more than just being friends. From the time that he came looking for her in the cafe, she felt something more between them. Maybe that was why she tried to bring Chloe into the mix, so she would not think about Oscar and herself anymore.

Chloe continued to bump hips with Rafe, and Eliza saueezed his husband’s hand. Rafe looked down at her, and she smiled up at him before she let her gaze linger on Chloe.

Chloe’s dress had no back, and her nipples were on view through the dress so you could see her nipples like small roses through the gauzy material.

Rafe smiled at Eliza, as he put his arm about Chloe’s waist and gently squeezed her backside which made it obvious that she was not wearing any underwear. As if she knew that she was going to be fucked that night. Well Oscar and or Rafe—Chloe was going to get fucked.

Eliza went to the bathroom to look at her face, and in the mirror she saw Oscar’s face above hers like a kind of aura. She spun around to look at him, and realized that she had wanted him to follow her to the bathroom.

“I can’t see you Eliza and either not want to fuck you, or think of having fucked you.” He placed the latch across the bathroom door behind his back without taking his eyes off of her. Eliza looked at him, as he came at her and saw a vintage Rosie the Riveter poster in the corner of the bathroom exclaiming, We Can Do It!” while Oscar proved to her they could do it.

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Cherry On Top

Damaris walked into the restaurant–which was a change for her and Jared. He usually came to her place called her beautiful, and walked out without saying much more to her.

But in the restaurant, he would have to say more to her? She was not sure…

When she walked over to his table, Jared looked up at her, wrapped his arm about her hips and squeezed her ass. She closed her eyes because she was wet as soon as she walked close to the table.

After she sat beside him, he kissed her neck and placed his hand right between her legs without haste. She could tell he was looking to see if she was wet.

She was wet, and parted her legs so that he could do whatever he wanted between her legs –which included him giving her a hand job that made her squirm and stare at the pretty painted lady on the wall holding a cocktail. Damaris closed her eyes when she came, and Jared tapped her leg to let her know she should place them closer together.

“You’re beautiful…” he said, and she clenched her teeth.

With his hand on her back, he ordered for both of them when the waiter came over.

Everything was amazing, every bite was amazing. They both ate with one hand because Jared held her thigh with his hand, and she held her hand over his.

“No dessert,” Jared said to the waiter, as he squeezed her thigh under the table.

Damaris knew she was it.

He led her from the table after he paid the bill. They walked to the elevator bank that led to the rooms that you needed a special key for. Damaris was startled when he cornered her in the elevator.

“Touch me,” he said.

She did, he was hot and hard and she got on her knees immediately to worship him.

He tugged her up by her hair. Damaris looked at him, as he unzipped his pants. She salivated looking at his thick shaft. Tasting it even before it was in her mouth, because she knew how good he tasted.

When the elevator door opened, Jared placed his hand on her back to lead her to his hotel room. Where she would be whipped cream, chocolate syrup and his cherry on top…

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Dinner Party

Rafe smirked at Eliza, and she stuck her tongue out at him. Her focus was on setting the table for their intimate dinner party.

She and Oscar had talked shortly after seeing each other in the cafe. He needed to know that she did not judge him, and she needed to know that they were still friends. Their conversation was extensive, and to show good faith she invited him and Chloe over to have dinner with her and Rafe.

“Everything looks lovely, Liza,” Rafe said, pulling her close to him.

He still held her close when they let in Oscar and Chloe. Oscar held Chloe’s hand protectively, and Chloe smiled shyly as a greeting.

Oscar told Eliza that he had told Chloe about them, and Eliza wanted Chloe to know that she was not a threat. When Chloe sat down, it was clear that Sally or someone had raised a very elegant young woman. Chloe had perfect table manners, and though she did not touch Oscar, but her feelings for him were clear. She avoided looking at Eliza and Rafe, which troubled Eliza.

By dessert, Chloe leaned close to Oscar and he caressed her bare arm absently.

When Chloe got up to go to the bathroom, Eliza followed her. Chloe looked stricken when she saw Eliza’s reflection in the mirror.

“Hi,” Eliza said, making eye contact with the younger woman in the mirror.

Chloe smiled back at her reflection, before she walked past Eliza. Unlike with her Chloe’s mother when she came to her apartment, Eliza took Chloe’s arm,

“I am not the enemy.”

Chloe nodded, and Eliza was not sure that she believed her.

Apparently she did, because that was the first of many couples’ dinners that the four of them had. Chloe began to open up more and more, which made Eliza happy. She even started to talk to Rafe. Chloe’s conversations with Rafe were such that she spent more time with him almost than she did with the rest of them.

Eliza did not mind, she knew her husband was sexy, and she knew he liked the attention as well.

“Are you okay?” Oscar asked her, and she was aware that they were staring at their partners with each other.

Eliza nodded, and Oscar took her hand.

“I know that women are atrracted to my husband, that nothing is wrong with a little flirting.”

“You think they are flirting?” he questioned.

“What do you think?”

Eliza was not sure what to think herself, but looking at Chloe and her husband she was not sure what kind of complication that this would make…

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Another Song

Eliza decided she was going to sit there for another song, and then she would leave the cafe. It was so hard to leave for the moment. She could not stop looking at Oscar and the Sally lookalike.

They were the most striking couple there, and she was not the only person looking at them. Because after all Chloe–that was her name, right?–did have the wine splashed at her. Oscar caressed and kissed her nonstop at the table tenderly. Even people from the outside peered at them from their window seat.

When the song was over, Eliza stood to get up, and that was when Oscar turned around and saw her. She got up quickly to leave, as he kissed Chloe’s hand before putting it down on the table.

Seeing that the door was not an option, Eliza rushed to the ladies’ room and realized that was not a barrier. They had fucked in a ladies’ room before–he had followed her in there. Not in a stall, Oscar had lifted her up and placed her on the fancy sink before he entered her. She had held onto him for dear life, and recognized that sentiment now in Chloe.

Oscar followed her into the bathroom.

“Eliza,” he began.

She shrugged.

“There is nothing to say, you do not need to say anything to me.”

Turning to look at her face in the antique mirror, Eliza dug into her bag to reapply her lipstick and then look at him.

“I was going to tell you.”

“Why? There is no need.”

“I tell you everything.”

They looked into each other’s eyes for a long time. No words, just looked right into each other’s eyes–almost through them.

“She needs you, go. Tell me later.”

Oscar still looked at her for a long while. Then he took her hand and kissed it, before he walked out of the bathroom.

Eliza decided one more song before she would walk out of the bathroom too…

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Those Three Words

Her job sometimes made Damaris kind of a therapist–it was not just a roll on your back job like most people thought. It was the oldest profession for a reason—the service was needed whether society wanted it to be or not. She easily became Nyla’s number one girl, and it got to the point that she wanted only her regulars.
Including Jared.
He came to see her fairly often, and always told her how beautiful she was. Those were the only three words that he said to her, before he made her melt with sex that was so good she thought about it when she was not with him. That late at night, when she was alone she thought about him and her fingers played her pussy like an instrument that she needed to tune.
Lying on her back now with him, he still licked her like the finest cream. Damaris pulled at the bed sheets with pleasure, because he knew her so well even from their intermittent meetings. He spanked her because she squirmed and cried too much while pushing herself against his face.
When he spanked her, she stilled instantly—he did not need to say anything to her. She obeyed him without words, and came like she was free falling in a dream—kicking her feet about his shoulders and gripping them.
She put her robe on as he kissed the nape of her neck, and pulled her to him. He looked down at her softly—briefly—before he left. Her phone pinged to let her know that he had tipped her. His tips were always very generous, and she wrapped her arms about herself.

Dressed up like she was going on the fanciest date, Damaris looked up at the gorgeous photo of a nude woman from her table. It was late, so she sat at a cushy table all to herself.
She would not be alone for long. As a regular, the staff talked to her and there was always a man that wanted to talk to her. That was what she wanted…
…to talk.
Aside from those three words, Jared never said anything more to her than to tell her how beautiful she was. He made her body feel beautiful but not her soul, and she knew it was dangerous to feel this way about him…a client…
That was what she told herself…

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Double Your Pleasure

This is a retro post that I like that has to do with pleasure–with a link to one of my favorite posts I have ever written for the blog. Double your pleasure!!!

Eliza liked porn.

She and Rafe watched it together. Her feelings were as long as it was somewhere between “female friendly” which was too softcore for her, and acts in which the bottom did not look like there was any pleasure for them was her sweet spot. They enjoyed a fabulous app that curated their porn, and gave them recommendations from things they had watched before. It was their favorite.

Of course they had made their own moments that she remembered and played like porn in her head, but it was nice on movie night to sit together and watch a film. Sometimes something mainstream but racy, and other times only a porn film that catered to one or both of their delights was what they craved.

Like there was a film about a butcher, and she began by expressing her love for prime cuts of meat. Then a customer who she had a crush on walks in, and well meat! It reminded Eliza of one of her favorite times with Rafe when she was making steak, and they ended up making love by the kitchen sink. Watching the meat on the set while the couple had sex, reminded her of that and a Francis Bacon painting that she loved of a butcher.

But next to Rafe, his warm scent and his arms around her…how could she not want more from him?

The film played in the background, but she had moved to his lap as they kissed. He cradled her, and she felt how much he wanted her. She straddled him, and slipped his elastic waistband over his hips so she could just look at him for a moment. On movie night they usually wore things that were easy to remove. His track pants slipped down easily, and her see-through slip and lacy thong were hardly a barrier.

She licked her lips as she had had enough of looking at him, and wanted him inside of her. All the tension in her body released as she felt him enter her. She knew him so well, she felt him

inside her like a missing piece. They moved together with ease, they knew what to do to each other. He looked up at her, and she did not break his stare.

Porn was nice, but it was nothing like actually having sex with someone you love.

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Like Tinder

Damaris was obsessed with her new apartment. She had not expected Graham to have died, and she had not known what to think when Sabrina—Nyla was left in charge of his business given their past history.

But Nyla had not failed her–the apartment was amazing.

The business had evolved to a level that Damaris had not imagined it could, with an app that worked like Tinder. She was able to go through it to find carefully screened clients so she could swipe clients that appealed to her. If a client swiped her, she would be alerted only if she had swiped him.

Damaris swiped Jared, he was tall, dark and handsome like something out of a fairy tale or movie. He worked in finance, and described himself as a workaholic. She swiped him, and was happy because she wanted to be a workaholic now–they had something in common.

It took het an inordinate amount of time to get ready for their session. But after she looked at herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time, she was semi-satisfied with her appearance.

Right then, she saw him waiting in the lobby on the tiny screen by her door. He did not look nervous, he was a cool customer and she put on her cool exterior as well.

When he came upstairs and she opened the door, he leaned down and kissed her cheek.

“Jared,” she said softly, looking up at him.

Damaris turned around, and he wrapped his arms about her waist. She wrapped her arms over his arms and for a very frightening moment, she had a flashback that made her squeeze his forearms. Playing off her touch as passion, Damaris turned to look up at Jared.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, as he kissed her neck.

Damaris offered her neck to him, so he could kiss her more. His kisses went right between her legs. She stood with her legs parted, the warm throbbing between them was a familiar ache that lingered. Her hand moved over her stomach, as she tried to refrain from touching herself and gasped when Jared’s hand moved over hers and between her legs. The desire to ride his hand was strong, but she did not. As much as she ached for him to take her out of her misery and give her what she wanted, Damaris did not want the experience to be rushed for him.

Jared’s hands moved over her body like a wand, removing her clothes and leaving her barer and barer to him.

There was no prelude with him, he was not fast but he got right to the good stuff. He was the type of little boy who had scraped the cream of the Oreo right away and discarded the chocolate cookies.

He licked her like the cream of an Oreo—using just a little bit of teeth which she liked. Damaris cried out and clutched the expensive sheets—it was not a show. Jared drove her crazy, he held her hips when she almost squirmed off of the bed. She caressed his head, as he licked her like cream. He made her feel so good, she had not felt this good since the last time time she had sex…

Damaris closed her eyes and panted, as she came suddenly without warning.

In the shower, after Jared left she washed between her legs and she spasmed a little bit because she had come that hard.

They already had scheduled another session…

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At the Center

Eliza started taking yoga so she could find her center. Lying on her mat before class, she closed her eyes and tried to block out all of the things that had been going on with her and around her. Therapy and yoga had been a very good balance for her.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a woman walk into the classroom. A quiet gasp escaped her when she realized it was Sally—Oscar’s ex.

There was really no reason to talk to her now, because she and Oscar were not together anymore—Oscar had told her about that. Eliza could tell he was leaving out details, but she did not pressure him. He eventually told her everything, so she knew when he was ready he would.

Eliza could not help but watch Sally throughout the class. She was modelesque with her poses, the instructor even commented on it. At the end of the class, Eliza had hoped to not have to engage with her but when everyone drank tea at the end of the class they locked eyes.

Sally smiled awkwardly, and sipped her tea.

“I guess you know now, I am sorry I came to your apartment that time. You know when you think you and the other lesson are unbreakable? That was all that was. I am sorry,” she said.

Eliza shrugged.

“Relationships are difficult. I certainly know that, and I have had difficult moments with Oscar so…”

“Yeah, I know. Good class.”

They parted, Eliza left and then again Sally at the café she always went to. How was she going to find her center when she kept finding Sally everywhere?

But then a younger version of Sally sat across from the older one. Eliza figured it was her daughter—good she would not have to make small talk after all. Eliza looked down at her menu when she heard a loud noise, realized it was a slap and watched the younger Sally hold her face.

Sally got up, threw her wine at the younger version of herself and stormed out of the café. The younger Sally sat there stained in wine and tears.

Eliza picked up her phone to text Oscar, but all of a sudden there he was in the café. He took the hand of the younger Sally, and rushed into the ladies’ room with her.

Eliza felt like she was at the center of this drama even though she was not. A repaired younger Sally walked out of the bathroom, Oscar still holding her hand. He never let her hand go, and if there was any question about their relationship he kissed the younger Sally for a long time. A kiss like a scene in a movie, and never let go of her hand.

Eliza sighed, she remembered what that kiss felt like and what it meant. Now she understood the interaction between the younger and the older Sallies.

When would Oscar tell her?

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Explosion

Breakfast was business, pure business. Nyla sat across from Damaris, and reacquainted her with how things ran and what would be expected of her—using Graham’s business model of course with her own modest adjustments.

Damaris was unusually quiet even for her, but Nyla was not concerned with that. This was business, and she had divided her business and her life very distinctly.

“Are we all clear?” she asked Damaris, who nodded. “Good, I have arranged for you to stay in an apartment in the city. You can live and receive clients there.”

Damaris nodded again, and put her hands together as if in prayer. Nyla looked away from her, got up from the table and prepared to go to the cemetery.

Her body burned from love not made. She had spent the entire night with Andres, and he held her but they never made love. But the closeness of their bodies was like a ticking bomb inside of her. Her body vibrated with every touch they did not have. His scent was inside her, like the scent of a summer storm that was long in the coming and then poured.

Her center was lost as she thought about what had not happened, and Nyla curled on her side on the bed. Touching herself would not work, when even the sheets made her feel sensitive. She was that ripe for the picking.

Andres walked into the room and she exploded inside.

“Sorry, let me know when you are ready to go to the to cemetery,” he said.

The ride to the cemetery was the longest ride she had ever had. Every shift, every time she touched Andres accidentally another explosion went off inside of her. On her knees before Graham’s grave, she thought she saw the dirt move under the flowers as she picked them up and maybe even a hand and she startled.

“Nyla?” Andres knelt beside her to touch her arm, and she grabbed his hand so tight she could feel where she punctured his skin with her nail almost before she let go—before she tried to let go. He did not let her hand go, he did not let her go…

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Double Betrayal

Sally had done everything that she needed to do. Her emotional survival depended on it, and she had headed to New York where her life was going to begin again she had hoped.

She was wrong, so very wrong.

But could she even be mad, when she had had her own secrets?

Oscar looked at her, but she did not look at him directly.

How there could have been someone else was still beyond her, and she did not have anything else to say to him no matter how hard he looked at her. She had been with him all of the time—how could there have been time for him to be with someone else?

Was it Eliza? Because she did not know how he would have had time to be with anyone else. Unless it was someone he worked with?

She finally looked at him with dark eyes, and he watched her silent because what more could he say? Still speechless, she packed like there was a fire under her feet and kept glancing at her phone to see if her daughter had called her or texted her because she wanted to see her.

What kept Sally quiet was that instead of her daughter, she had a text, a missed call and a message from Noel.

But it was over now damn it! They just signed the divorce papers–there was nothing more for him to say.

Oscar looked like a forlorn child as he reached for her hand, and she shook it off.

She was done–a double betrayal, that was all there was between her and Oscar now. Now she would never have to tell him about Noel. She would never have to tell him about her slip when she was in California.

Noel had taken her to their favorite restaurant because they wanted to end things nicely. He took her there, ordered their favorite wine–everything her favorite.

How was she supposed to deny him when he got in the car with her, kissed her and played with her like it was his job? It had been, but it was not anymore. But he still played her, like a favorite instrument. He touched her where he had no business touching her anymore and made her so wet that she wanted more. In the front seat of the car, they fucked like they were teenagers and on his couch after that. The next morning, they made out in the park.

That was why Noel was calling her.

Sally looked at Oscar, as refused him when he offered to take her bag and walked past him.

At least she would not have to tell him what she had done…

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