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🔥🔥🔥Putting Out All the Fires🔥🔥🔥

Sabrina looked around the pool, everything about the island escape was the same as if she was at the compound—all of the players were there. Gráinne was at her side looking anxious, wringing her hands. Paulo and Andres stood side by side, and the tension was thick.

The only difference was that Graham was there. He looked handsome in his swimming trucks, and she was lucky to be there with him. She was completely nude because she did not want tan lines at all. It amazed her that Graham was so confident that he did not care if she was naked for the gaze of everyone. She did not care either, but she never dared to look at Andres because she was afraid that she might say his name, or something else spontaneous might come out of her.

She got up and walked to the pool. At least she could have that moment by herself of peace there. The water bobbed about her, and she looked up as she held onto the edge. Graham’s phone rang, he got up and went through the sliding doors. It was silent, but there was a collective sigh of relief. Gráinne walked to the edge of the pool and put her toe in, Sabrina did not miss a stolen glance from Gráinne to Paulo though. Sabrina and Andres did not look at each other at all.

Graham walked back out.

“Sabrina,” She walked over to him straight out of the pool. Dripping, she stood in from of him. “I have to go back to the city,” he sighed and caressed from her cheek to her shoulder. She looked down at his hand. “you stay here.”

This was the reason why Sabrina had left Graham the first time. She never even had decisions to make. It was always this is what you are going to do because I said so. She was too tired to argue with him, so she nodded as he kissed her cheek. His kisses when he was in do what I say mode were chaste like he was her daddy–and not in a good way.

Mechanically she followed him into the bedroom, and helped him dress. She put his tie on, and even though it was completely CMNF there was nothing sexual—not even a flash of heat lightning between them.

He grabbed her ass as he walked out, but that was the only thing he did that was even kind of sexy.

Walking back to the house after he got in the car, Gráinne walked toward her, and took her hand. They talked a lot silently–sometimes they needed to, it was their language so that they could say things when they could not say things.

But this was not such a time.

“You have to be careful,” Gráinne said. “I can tell when he knows something.”

Sabrina felt her skin prickle—what did Gráinne know? Could she feel the tension between them? Or was she just really observant, because Sabrina knew something was not right either.

She threw on a thin dress when she returned to the master suite, and her heart caught in her throat as she realized that Gráinne was right. She did not know what it was that Graham suspected, but she had to be careful.

Lying down on the bed, she heard Gráinne in the distance with Paulo.

But not Andres.

She had not looked at him in such a long time—she was frightened to after she almost said his name when Graham was on top of her. Her desire was so palpable that she was afraid to breathe thinking Andres’ name would be a whistle within her breath.

Pulling off her dress in a haste, Sabrina rolled around the bed. Her loose breasts were alluring enough to her fingers, but it was so swollen between her legs as she humped the slightest mound of sheets on the mattress as it was…it was intuitive to place her fingers between her legs. Wet already, it was soothing to slide her fingers around her opening. A quiet moan secreted from her as she just moved her fingers up and down, that was all she needed because she did not want to come right away. She needed to take the edge off a bit, but that was all she wanted to do at the moment.

To take the edge off.

But her whole body tightened when she saw Andres lingering by her window and he stared at her. Rolling around like a cat in heat, she felt her body burn with fire from head to toe. She was terrified!

What if Graham was coming back? What if this was all a ploy to see what would happen if he left unexpectedly? Frightened and silent, she removed her fingers from between her legs and pulled her dress back on.

She had too much to lose to do anything else. Picking up her phone, she saw she had a missed message from Harry and bumped right into Andres who looked down at her somberly.

Sabrina put her phone down, and jumped into the pool to put out all of her fires.

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Rituals

It was their ritual, Sally would wait for Oscar in his lobby even though she had keys for his apartment and was practically living with him.

She worked from his place often. This evening, she was sitting in the living room staring out at the gorgeous view of New York City that she had from his apartment window. Oscar was very successful—he looked the role and his apartment looked the role. Even Eliza as his ex fit the role. She was often in the newspaper with candid pictures taken when she was with her wealthy husband.

Sally was not sure what her own life was like. She was here, but she felt like an interloper. This world that had become hers, with Oscar as her pass to everything.

When he opened the apartment door, she looked at him with dead eyes.

“You did not wait for me in the lobby,” he chided.

Sally stood up, and shook her head.

“No.”

Oscar looked at her and without words just held her. There was nothing for her to say to him, she was frightened and she loved him.

There were no words, only rituals to be maintained in the future.

Later

Sally pulled her hair to the side for Oscar to kiss her neck and he did, slowly. He nibbled a bit, and then fully sunk his teeth in. He bit her, but she could taste the blood—feel its warmth and taste the saltiness.

She was resigned, as he continued licking around the puncture making her aroused and terrified at the same time. Placing her hand on her neck, to feel the place where her skin and his lips met she startled.

Gasping deeply, Sally caressed her smooth skin and realized that she had been dreaming, knowing all of the symbolism too well…

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Little Earthquakes

Gráinne put herself together so quickly and elegantly it was like magic. She assisted Paulo, and the two of them stood in place as if it was a theater production.

Wasn’t it?

Andres had already walked away from her, and Sabrina lie in bed watching him take his place beside Paulo and Gráinne.

Graham walked into her bedroom, and looked as he always did impenetrable and formidable in a dark suit. Sabrina realized that she was here, in this theater production because he wanted to keep her safe. Because no matter what else, he did care about her. Her life was such a mess right now but she appreciated that—she did and there was a part of her that would always love him because he always put her life back together. But gratitude was such a price with him. He barely even made love to her anymore. No wonder she was thinking about outsourcing…

He put his suitcase down, and got in the bed with her.

“Nusch…” His breath on her neck was a tickle that did not make her laugh. The gauzy thing she was wearing was like being naked, as he caressed her. “I am sorry I have not been here for you. I want to make up for it.”

The gnawing hunger between her legs increased and she was so wet, but was it Graham? Or was it Andres who was not looking in her direction at all? None of them were, it was almost like they were all indentured servants. They worked all day, and lived on the compound. Real life did not penetrate any of them.

Her included.

“Come on, come with me…” he urged her out of her reverie. She got up, completely unaware what was going to happen as they walked through the sliding doors to where his other servants stood. “I need everyone to please go away, and start preparations as planned. We need to be alone in the meanwhile.”

Everyone walked away, and Sabrina looked up at him.

”What—”

Graham sat down with her on the poolside, and he spread her and the thin material that barely covered her on the lounge chair. Her legs open, he reached for her and she was ashamed how wet she was. They had barely touched, but would that not work to her advantage?

On his knees, still fully suited, he kissed her thighs and tremors went through her like little earthquakes. He detoured to her knees, and made like he was not going to end in his final destination but when his lips touched her damp lips just barely from a recent wax…Sabrina squirmed with pleasure.

Graham’s hands on her thighs, she held his head for soft direction. Moving it just where she needed him to go. He knew all of her secret crevices, and licked them tenderly. Not too eager, not too swift. His tongue around her, and finally in her felt like she was a hive and he was trying to get all of the honey out. His sounds, the clicking because she was so wet and her own deep moans as she moved against his face…

Her eyes were closed for part of it, and opened wide when she came and she bit her lip because she almost did not say Graham…

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Anytime You Need A Friend

After going to see Oscar’s friend—and lover—Sally was happy to get a call from her own friend. She was not in tears, but she was really overwhelmed by her conversation with Eliza and needed a friend.

“Sal? You are not okay, what is going on?” Mia asked her.

“Everything M, everything.”

“Did Oscar find out?”

“No.”

Sally paused in the lobby of Oscar’s building. No, he had not found out what had made her flee. She would have to tell him eventually, but now was not the time, she thought staring at her perfectly manicured fingernails. Looking around to place herself into a nook where no one would notice her, Sally made eye contact with the doorman who always eyed her. Nodding at him, she walked outside and twisted her hair.

“Sal, stop twisting your hair!”

Mia had known Sally since before she knew Oscar, and she knew that Sally was in love with him no matter how she had tried to hide it. She knew she was still in love with him and that was why she had come to New York for him. Nothing had been an accident this time. All of this was intentional. Maybe Eliza was sour because she had resurrected her thing with him, and when Sally came back Oscar was with her.

Sally had wanted him and there was no denying that now she needed him, and she was not going to let Eliza stand in her way. But she knew that Oscar really did care what Eliza thought.

“You are thinking so hard I can hear you in California!” Mia burst into laughter.

“Stop predicting everything I do Mia!” Sally burst into her own laughter. Their friendship was practically clairvoyant—they were that in tune with each other. “I have to go Mia…”

“Oscar…”

Sally nodded which she was sure that Mia could sense, and hung up. Oscar walked toward her with extended arms like wings.

His embrace felt warm and calmed her.

“I missed you,” he said, and held her close.

Sally almost cried because she did not want to lose that sensation ever. She did not want to not be in his arms again. Eliza probably would not say anything about her visit because it did not make her look very good either, but that did not mean she was not a smear on their relationship.

Sally hugged Oscar tighter, and sucked on his lower lip desperately. He pulled her in more, and she almost felt like they could withstand anything.

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Warmth

Jeanne arrived home exhausted. Her apartment felt soothing, as soon as she saw all of her vintage movie prints. Terrence had liked those when he first was in her place. When they first realized there was something more to them than just being there for her sister–for Eliza right after her accident.

She spent a lot of time between both of their places now because they had not moved in with each other yet. Jeanne was not sure that she wanted to, even though she was pretty sure Terrence would ask her soon enough. He wanted to take care of her–he was already.

Jeanne threw her things down and picked up her phone to text him that she was home. Still walking around with her phone waiting for his text back, she put a kettle on with hot water so she could have tea to soothe her before bed. She would spent the better part of the next day writing.

His text was almost instant, and he texted her the print she was looking at. The Carole Lombard one.

Along with the hot tea was a hot bath. The warmth of the rose fragrant water was a compensation for Terrence, so she had to keep adding warm water as she lingered in the bath.

From the mirror in the bathroom was a reflection of the poster of Carole Lombard getting a kiss on her shoulder, and Jeanne became lachrymose. What if something happened to Terrence on his flight back? What if she never saw him again? Carole Lombard had died in a plane crash on her way to see her husband Clark Gable after a big fight. She and Terrence had not fought, but nothing could be taken for granted. She missed him so much it was unbearable. Jeanne felt his lips on her and she remembered being in the dark on the road moments ago and him being there for her as much as he could be from faraway.

Why did love have to be so faraway? Why couldn’t they be together now?

Full tears from frustration streamed down her face, as Jeanne added more hot water to the tub.

She needed warmth.

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Looking Back (Reprise)

I have been writing this series for a long time as a lot of you know. A lot of characters come and go…Severine is one of those. I wanted to include her in a new story this week, but I was so struck by this old post. She may be coming back…or not…but I wanted to share this retro post about her…

I did not want her to not be mentioned at all…

Severine felt happy as soon as she was in Paris. She actually loved that people did not think Montparnasse was hip anymore. All the tourist guides that she ended up inevitably reading, said Montparnasse was dead and that it only had a hideous tower.
Montparnasse was her home, she loved it. She walked with her carry-on down the slick streets, basking in the happiness of being home. She turned back toward Port Royal station.
Looking back, she should have known that there was something with Rafe. R, as she called him affectionately with a lovely and very French roll of her ‘r’.’ Eleanora wanted to know his actual name, but what woman did not love having their very own Mr. Big?
Rafe was big from the time she met him. And everything that happened ever since was even bigger. When he called her the last time from New York, and said that he loved her, she felt finally. Because if he did not love her, then what exactly had she been doing all this time with him?
He said he wanted to see her soon, and she was flying into New York for the Day of the Dead. So she joined him for a Day of the Dead party. When he saw her, her face was in complete Calaveras makeup, with extra black shadow to make her look thin as the bones painted on her. He touched her waist, pulled her close to him. They canoodled, and she filled with warmth.
He buried his face in her hair, and whispered.
“You’re so beautiful, so very beautiful.”
She looked up at him.
“Even with a death mask?”
He grinned, looking down at her looking the Grim Reaper himself, and wolfish. Rafe meant wolf after all, and he was her wolf. She had read a novel once translated into French called Le Loup et la Colombe by a popular American romance author. It was a very passionate and sexual romance…she wanted Rafe to be her loup, and to be his colombe forever.
They circled each other the entire night, she never said a word to him about him saying that he loved her. She knew he would not, but after she went on and on about his declaration with Eleanora, she wanted the romantic element to be romantic, to be drummed up.
And it was, even at a party that celebrated death. Because after all human beings created death. If they created life, they also created death inadvertently.
They ended up later, much later making love in the house where the party was being held, where there were ofrendas all over the house and things inviting dead in such a loving matter, making love. Making love in a room where in the mirror, she could see Rafe taking her in his arms. Kissing her and entering her in Calaveras makeup, so it looked like death was taking her like on the cover of an old pulp fiction novel.
She had a flight the next day, and she was happy to have some time to look at Rafe without a mask of death in the morning. Even though their rendezvous was dying slowly.
Asleep, and still, he was more than beautiful. His breath was even, as he slept untroubled sleep. She cherished this because it was rare that she spent time alone with him, his scent warm. When he woke up, his wolfish grin threatened to eat her alive and she wanted to be devoured.
It was not perfect, it was never going to be perfect between them, she thought hours later when he was kissing her like the way that soldier kissed that nurse in iconic style in Times Square after the war. That was the thing. She was inaccessible to him, in a different way than he was inaccessible to her. But there was something there and looking back on it, she would rather have a part of him than nothing at all.
And with that thought, she sat down at her favorite cafe, with her carry-on and her favorite waiter bought her a grande cafe because he knew that was what she wanted. She smiled at him, and he pushed a chocolate into her hand like he always did. He was so kind to her after her long journeys, and she appreciated that as she sipped her coffee and lit a cigarette.
Paris was the most beautiful place to reflect and dream.

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picture taken in paris, while the author was “looking back.”

Triangle

Sabrina felt herself shiver from head to toe just thinking about Andres, and even more so because she knew that he could see her well from the poolside. She was completely naked because she could not stop now—it would look conspicuous wouldn’t it? Even after he had asked her to stop?

She could see the disdain on his face but there was nothing she could about it, because this was the way it was going to be. She already had Graham directing her life, and it was not going to be Andres’ turn now.

When she stood up, Gráinne was at her side immediately, and Andres and Paulo trailed them in the distance. Sabina knew she did not have to do much to exaggerate her walk, but she did. She could not look at Andres, but she knew he watched her.

Gráinne waited by the bathtub, waiting to see what she needed and Sabrina sighed. Graham was gone a lot but she was never alone–she was always with Gráinne, Paulo and Andres.

“You can leave me for a few moments,” Sabrina said with her eyes closed and felt the breeze as Gráinne bowed. When she was sure she had left, she opened her eyes.

Sabrina dried herself, threw on a gauzy housecoat and wondered for a moment if she had not always been trying to seduce Andres and Paulo? What had she been doing?

She fell asleep, and when she woke up she was surprised not to see Gráinne. Moaning outside of her window, made Sabina look up to see if it had been raining while she slept. When she went to the window, in the shadows, she saw Gráinne.

Gráinne’s opened blouse would have revealed her plump breasts, if they had not been crushed against Paulo’s chest. He held her bare shoulder and kissed her, while he fingered her. Gráinne’s moans were low, so low they were almost like the wind. A low consistent wind, as she rolled her head against the wall.

Sabrina touched the triangle below her stomach, but that was all. She ached, but there was nothing she could do about it. Swinging around, she crashed into Andres, and looked up at him with trepidation and longing.

He put his hand on her shoulder…

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Elaborate

“Can you please put the knife down?” Sally questioned softly, as she studied Eliza. It really was only then that Eliza realized that she was holding the knife menacingly.

“I-I had someone come into my apartment and they tried to…” Eliza began to explain.

“I know, I feel like I know everything about you because Oscar is always telling me something new about you.” Sally sighed.

Eliza shrugged, as she realized that she had drawn blood in her palm with the blade of the knife she still held in a non-threatening manner now.

“I came here to ask you,” Sally held her hands together as if in prayer. “Does he tell you so much about me?”

Laughing, Eliza tucked her hair behind her ear.

“No, because you have barely told him anything to tell me about you.”

Sally smiled ruefully.

“I am asking you not to interfere with our relationship. Your relationship with him was marred by a lot, and I love him and I want a chance—“

“To what? What do you want a chance to do? Elaborate!”

Sally sashayed before her, and Eliza watched her with incredulity.

“—to love him.” Sally finished.

Eliza was silent, to love him. She had loved Oscar, and she was not sure if that was the reason that she did not want to let go…or if she truly just could not believe that Sally would really love him.

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Scheherazade

Jeanne only really drove in France, so driving in New York—not the city—was something she was not used to. But Sabrina wanted to see her — specifically to see someone who was not Graham.

The huge house was beautiful, but Sabrina standing in front of it looked like a lost princess. She looked like a modernized character from Game of Thrones—an anachronism and regal.

Sabrina walked toward her with a woman running behind her like a lady in waiting, and two men trailing them in the distance. Jeanne took in the scene, as her friend took her hand and walked her through the rooms of the house that looked like pages of Architectural Digest.

Nothing felt real.

Outside, Sabrina removed the vintage wrap that she wore to reveal a barely there swimsuit which she took off altogether. Jeanne knew how Sabrina hated the tan lines that swimsuits left, and seeing Sabrina naked was nothing new to her.

But it might have been to the tall male guards standing faraway watching her. Was her friend that oblivious, or was this some kind of foreplay? Knowing Sabrina there was always a story, like Scheherazade.

“Sabrina…” Jeanne started. “Graham is okay with you being naked in front of the two guards?”

Sabrina looked at Jeanne and shrugged,

“I don’t care anymore Jeanne. I told him I just want to live my life, and not be an object of attention.”

“Naked? The taller guard looks like he is going to burst. He is fixated.”

“Andres?” Sabrina turned and looked at the man. He continued to stare at her, took in every inch of her. “He’s our friend, he used to watch me before when I lived here. He is not even fazed by—“

“Sabrina, the way he is looking at you?”

“Not. Even. Fazed.” Sabrina insisted.

It was when Jeanne was driving back, and settled in a tiny café to Face Time her own man that she got a text from Sabrina:

Fazed?

Much later when she was done, and driving back in her car Sabrina regaled her like the Scheherazade she was. It started when Andres told her that she should not be naked and walking about the compound.

“Why?” she questioned, naked before him. Andres ran his finger—just his finger—from behind her ear, along her neck between her breasts and right below her belly.

“I was wet, dripping with sweat and between my legs from just his finger Jeanne!” Sabrina squealed.

Jeanne smiled as she drove through the sun setting, and thought of the black night that was to follow before she got back to the city.

She would settle for just Terrence’s finger right then…Sabrina was luckier than she was.

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Blindsided

Eliza had just wanted to be home alone that afternoon. Rafe left after a really lovely night, and she needed the morning to recuperate. She was deliciously sore and content.

When there was a knock on their apartment door, she was startled. She grabbed a knife from the kitchen because after the last time someone came to their apartment with the desire to KILL she was more anxious.

She saw a woman through the peephole that she knew was Oscar’s Sally, because he had shown her pictures of the very beautiful, curvaceous woman that was standing outside of her apartment.

Eliza did not open the door.

Yes,” she said, her anxiety high.

Why was this bitch at her door?

Oscar and Eliza had had a semi-revival of their relationship and then Sally arrived. Eliza knew that she and Oscar would always be friends, that was not an issue. But the smoky way that Sally re-entered his life with barely an explanation to what had gone on before did not sit well with her, and she would be damned if Sally would ruin him.

Hadn’t she herself ruined enough of him? Oscar had picked her up, but she knew that she was more than he had ever asked for. He had been for her too…

“Eliza? You do not know me, I am—“

“I know who you are, can I help you?”

“Can I come in?”

Despite her better judgement, Eliza opened the door but did not let go of her knife.

Sally discreetly surveyed her. despite what her husband told her Eliza just before he left, Eliza was not dressed for company. Her kimono was floral and lovely, but not quite right for company she did not know.

She discreetly surveyed Sally, and did not let go of her knife. She was not going to be blindsided again.

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