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Love Lock

Eliza smiled at a picture of herself that was on Rafe’s desk in their home office. He had had a camera, and mused if she would take an erotic picture for him what would she look like, when they first started dating. She was a little shy still, they had made love by that point but she still wanted everything to be private and just between them.

That was when she noticed he was getting hard, and she was not doing anything sexual. She was in a vintage floral dress he had seen a thousand times before, sitting in the grass with its wide skirt spread out and looking up at him as he stood poised with the camera.

She realized she did not have to do much to seduce him, she had so much power already. Her smile was Mona Lisaesque, she learned a lot in that moment about herself and him. She rolled onto her back, and smiled up at him. The picture in the frame was a crop of that image, with her eyes wide and knowing.

Her eyes darted to Rafe’s as she came back to the present, and he looked at her. His smile was soft, but troubled.

“Ingrid wants to meet for dinner,” he started.

Ingrid.

Eliza had pretended that Ingrid did not bother her when she was engaged to Rafe for that very brief period when they had broken up. She had pretended enough that she made herself believe it. But now she did not want anything with Ingrid. No pretending, nothing at all.

“Did she want to come to the house?”

Rafe frowned.

“She wants dinner just the two of us, and I told her that I had to ask you. I will not go if you do not want me to.”

“You have to go whether I want it or not, she was a part of your life. You were going to marry her.”

The words came out of her her mouth, and she wanted to mean them. She really did want to mean them. She had had a picture of Rafe at her job, where she did not want people gawking. It just showed the love lock that they left on a not so infamous as the bridge in Paris, but on a bridge nonetheless that had their initials together ER—no plus:

They were one.

That picture was in their hallway now, along with many pictures of the two of them over time…

Was their love locked? She had to let him go with Ingrid if she wanted it to be…

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Everything Roses

Sabrina walked around Graham’s estate with familiarity. She knew it like an animal that had marked its territory, this had been their house. Not everything associated with the house or Graham had been bad. When she wandered aimlessly down the stairs to the kitchen, Hyacinth had a big smile for her. She was hoping Hyacinth would be there already. The older woman was Graham’s housekeeper, and had been like an older sister to her. She confided everything to her, and Hyacinth told her everything that she knew in turn and promised her that Graham loved her more than anything in the world.

Sabrina knew that, when they fell for each other, it was like the world tumbled all about them. She did not want anything but to be with him and vice versa. When she moved into the house, she was its mistress and his muse. He wanted her dressed beautifully all of the time, and wanted her to only do things she loved to do.

“I will take care of you,” he had promised, and he had the only way he knew how to. She did not judge him for his criminality, but it was when she as scared to stay in their home that she had to leave.

Now she was back, she was the mistress again. Hyacinth spoiled her with fresh fruit–fresh everything. She drew a bath got her because Graham said that his Nusch was supposed to be pampered and taken care of. That she had been through a lot, and that was what was he expected of her.

Hyacinth bathed her in roses, and scrubbed her skin smooth. Sabrina could not deny this was what she wanted. She smelled of roses and sweet musk.

“Graham said that I am not to dress you, he just wants you to smell of and lie in a bed of roses until he comes home.”

Sabrina was sure she was rose-colored, but Hyacinth smiled a knowing smile. She knew that she loved and hated Graham’s attention.

So Sabrina indeed did lie on the bed naked, and Hyacinth and another woman artfully surrounded her in roses. The smell was so sweet, Sabrina was lulled to sleep by roses, dreamt of roses. A rose petal was just within reach of her tongue and when she frivolously reached for it, Graham appeared. His own tip slipped out of his trousers, Sabrina let her tongue suspend indecisively—the tip of the rose or the tip of Graham?

Being naked for such a long time, and residual pleasure from their lovemaking the night before made her decision hasty and swift. Gracefully, she shifted all of the artfully placed roses and placed his tip in her mouth.

Graham held her head, and moaned. A deep moan that let her know that he had missed her. He picked up a rose, and rubbed it against her nipples and between her legs. She could see it all when she looked up at him—his dick filling her mouth in the mirror overhead.

She was home for now…

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roses via wikipedia

Tell Me…

The moment she picked Rafe up from the airport, the moment their eyes met…Eliza felt happy. Her hiatus from work, allowed her to do that–something as simple as picking her husband up at the airport. Sometimes she wished she was ready to go back to work, but she was not. When she was working, she was always rushing. Not working, she had time to reconnect with Rafe. Had time to get close to him and get actually get married, as opposed to the long engagement they had had.

Being married was the best thing she had ever done.

When they were finally in bed–she had lingered for a long time before. She drove Rafe home, and served the dinner she had made for him. Drinks were sipped, while she massaged and pampered him. By the time they got to bed. she knew she could touch him anywhere, and he would be ready.

He would be set off like a firecracker.

Instead she asked him how could she make him feel good? What could she do to make him feel good? Rafe looked at her helplessly.

“I want you to tell me how to make you feel good…” she purred straddling his torso, and she felt him pump his hips like she was sitting on his dick. “Tell me…” she purred more, and rubbed her naked, wet lips–upstairs and downstairs–against him. He groaned under her wetness.

“Here,” he grabbed her hand, kissed it and then pressed it to his nipple. Yes, she knew if she played with his nipples enough she could make him come. Firmly riding his chest, she pulled at them, and moved down his body so she could kiss them but he came before she could. The feeling of his come on her skin was what she needed to explode. Dual explosions within the same region.

She was so glad her husband was home…

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Incognito

Harry was glad that there was not a police officer guarding Damaris’ hospital room. Incognito, he slipped in, and her eyes widened when she saw him.

Even bruised and battered, he remembered how gorgeous she was when she had been underneath him. She was a beautiful woman. Honestly, he kind of liked the terror on her face when she looked at him too. Harry was not even sure he needed to say anything to her, but the promise of being menacing was too sweet to refuse.

“You keep your mouth shut, beautiful girl…” He said to her as if he were musing aloud. “You keep your beautiful mouth shut because you have London behind you and it will be your word against mine and with your background and my background it will look very different because you are a proven liar. No one will believe you, my lawyers have presented a strong case, so don’t you open your beautiful mouth…”

He stroked her lips, before he covered her mouth. He loved the feeling when the air stopped. Damaris started to hyperventilate, and he smirked at her.

“You are a beautiful girl Damaris…I hope you never change…”

Even in a hospital gown, Damaris was so lush and ripe, Harry could not help but think she had been beautiful to be with. She had been serpentine in bed, and he had responded to her accordingly. Sleepily, he had slipped inside of her—no condom. It felt better that way to be naked inside of a woman, and to come inside of her warm body. She was a lot like her sister…

Harry did not have time to think about Carole now, that could not have been helped. But Damaris was not as strong as Carole, she would come apart on her own.

Damaris’ eyes were wide and filled with tears as she looked up at him.

She looked so much like her sister even when she was afraid.

Harry smiled, as he let go of her mouth, which remained open in a wide O like it would be in a dream where you screamed and nothing came out. She started to cry, and he kissed her damp cheeks. Still thinking about her sweet body, and wishing he could have time for one more.

But there was no more time…

He looked at his smart watch, checked it for messages. Still nothing from Sabrina who he had been calling nonstop. He knew that it was fair for her to want to be away with all of the allegations against him, but he needed to know she had faith in him.

He needed her faith…

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jack the ripper via wikipedia

Concurrent Celibacy

Eliza and Jeanne decided to have dinner at a restaurant near Terrence’s, where Jeanne had just been to check on his place. Eliza surveyed her sister who was obviously very much in love with Terrence, and Eliza remembered being in love with him herself a long time before. Ages ago it seemed to her, since she was now married.

Now Rafe was the only man she was with.

Rafe at this point wanted to try full-out monogamy since even when he was going to marry Ingrid, he was primarily only with Eliza because Ingrid was always away at a nursing conference or working. Maybe that was what drew them together again this time, drove to their marriage.

Their concurrent but undesired states of celibacy made the two sisters sit in companionable silence with each other, sipping a French red wine that Jeanne recommended. Jeanne had spent a lot of time in France and loved Paris as well as a lot of other cities that other people did not know because Paris was the New York City of France. Eliza grew up in New York City, Jeanne spent the other part of her life there as well.

They connected so well geographically.

“So everything is good with Terrence?” Eliza took a sip of wine, and looked at Jeanne.

Jeanne swallowed and smiled.

“It’s nice, I was seeing someone at the time I met him with you. I was not thinking about anything like this but it happened, and it is good.”

Eliza nodded.

“It could have been worse you know, I was broken up with Rafe, you could have fallen in love with him!”

Jeanne laughed,

“Not a chance because even while he was supposedly with Ingrid, he was still devoted to you. There was no room for anyone else as you see.”

Was Jeanne right? Had he been devoted even when they were not together? Eliza did not believe he would have proposed marriage to Ingrid if he had not meant it. The friendship she had forged with Ingrid was over now that she and Rafe were not getting married. There was no point, they were not adversaries but…

The relationship that Eliza had forged that meant something was this one with Jeanne—it was worth maintaining.

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Wicked Wednesday #347 — Explore

Eliza hugged Rafe hard when he came home, and pressed her cheek to his chest. He pulled her close and rubbed her back. It had been an emotional plea when she asked him if it was okay to post Harry’s bail, but she was sure that Jeanne was a good judge of character and that Sabrina’s Harry had not committed a crime. Besides the woman in question was still in the hospital.

She was not dead.

But the bail brought up bigger issues for Eliza. Once she and Rafe were a couple and especially as long as they had lived together, it was always what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours. But this was so much money and she never wanted him to think she took his wealth for granted. Especially now that she was on a hiatus from work because of her accident.

He held her close still, she was just terribly emotional. He lifted her face up to his, and wiped away a damp tear that was semi-dry on the top of her cheek.

“I love you,” he said, running his hands through her hair.

She looked up at him, she almost started to cry again.

It was just months ago that she was supportive of his marriage to Ingrid, even as that impending marriage brought them closer together and then they eventually got married instead. Or again, because she had been engaged to him forever prior to that. But being married to him was so different. It made everything different between them. It was like some kind of Eucharist—turning wine to blood. Rafe was now transformed from water to blood, he was her family. Everyday was a day to explore that, to explore the dynamic of their connection to themselves and the world around them.

To explore their love.

She wrapped her arms around him,

“I love you.”

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Masturbation Monday No. 229 via @fireandhoney

Sabrina had never been to Graham’s New York apartment before, the entire time that he managed to always know where she was and she just accepted him as a permanent presence in her life. The apartment was in a less savory area of the city than she would have expected him to be in, but she felt safe with him as holding her hand as he took her up the stairs of his steep walk up. His apartment was modest, but belied his typical style and flair throughout.

“Are you okay here?”

She nodded.

“What do you know?”

Sabrina knew that Graham had some policemen in his pocket because he would not have been able to get by in his line of work if he did not.

“The case is not look clear cut, but Harry was the last person to see her and it does not look good with the unhinged texts. It looks really bad.”

Sabrina sighed, she was not sure what to feel as she wrapped her arms about herself.

Graham wrapped his arms about her as well, his body made her feel good. It should be hard for her to feel so comfortable with him after everything, but she did as she kissed him.

He pushed her lips away.

“This is not why I brought you here…”

“This is what I want now, give me what I want.” She took off her dress in one gesture, and pressed her body to his. “I need the distraction.”

Graham pushed her away again, his rebuff still making her skin sizzle with arousal.

“I know you do, and I brought you here for that purpose. But I don’t want to just be a distraction this time…”

“I want you.”

“I always want you, but this does not feel right. What are you pretending you are fucking Harry, and everything is okay?”

“I never pretend with you,” Sabrina looked down, and her eyes got wet. “You know I have never pretended with you.”

He lifted her face up to his.

“Why is it never me? Why have you never come back to me? How long do I have to chase you? You love a practical murderer more than me? Anything illegal I have ever done has been for business. I never just hurt a woman to hurt her.”

Sabrina looked up at him. It had been hard to leave him because she had loved him and his style of love that was not for the faint of heart. She had needed it, she still needed it from him.

“I want you,” she whimpered helplessly, her lip quivering and he kissed her. She had been about to use her power, her manipulation on him but she would not have to after all as he swept her up into his arms. Her neck felt bruised from his earlier bite, and she wanted him to bruise her everywhere. What did she care what Harry would say when she got back?

This was what she needed, and she was still not sure she was going back.

Graham inside of her filled her more than anything filled her. He knew her too well and she felt ultra vulnerable with him, but she needed him now more than she wanted him. It scared and exhilarated her.

He spread her so wide, she was sure he could see into her and knew everything of her dark heart…

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Filling the Void (A Meme Combo)

Jeanne was restless.

She knew Terrence was away for business, but she missed him so much she went to his apartment and slept in his bed. His scent would be have to be enough to fill her.

It had been a long day, picking up Sabrina at the airport and then Eliza posting Harry’s bail for a crime that none of them could not believe he had committed.

Sabrina loved him enough to go home with him, and Rafe trusted Eliza enough to allow her to help a friend of hers like that.

Jeanne curled up into a ball. She was alone in the massive bed, her hand between her legs to lull her. That was what you wanted when you were in bed alone. Thinking hard about the man who gave you comfort when he was in bed with you.

When she heard the door click, she jerked her hand from between her legs and looked up. Her heart raced, and then—

Terrence?

She thought it and said it at the same time.

He was taken aback.

“Jeanne?”

“I missed you.”

No points could be given for their technical skill that night. Terrence slowly loosened his tie, and undid the buttons of his shirt.

She was already naked.

He unbuckled his belt, and she enjoyed the combination of shadows and his actual flesh bared to her. There was something of a horseshoe shape on the ceiling, as his belt lassoed away from them when he tossed it. Jeanne got wetter as his weight dipped the mattress, and he covered her. He kissed her neck, and she closed her eyes to take in the sensation of his lips. They were a little chapped she was sure from the dryness of the airplane cabin, but felt nice touching her skin. She was embarrassed when he slipped a finger between her legs, and she could hear the squelching of her wetness as he did. He moved his finger more because it seemed to have the opposite effect on him.

What they did after was so intimate and lazy. Nothing for the textbooks, but exactly what she wanted.

Her man deep inside her, filling the void that she had anticipated that night.

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Masturbation Monday No. 228 — Flight via @_LittleSBitch

The four of them got into the car, Sabrina sat next to Harry.

Silent.

They had driven from JFK to the police station. Sabrina had pressed her head to the bars of the cell and looked at Harry there. She wanted to believe he was innocent, she knew what Damaris was like. Damaris had set up Gui, she knew who Damaris was but now that it was Harry she was filled with doubt about him.

He had spent the night with Damaris, which bothered her more than anything else. Another woman was one thing…

And now Damaris was in a hospital bed clinging to life, and Harry was the main suspect. He was the last person to see her vital, and the angry texts on her phone showed he had motive to cause her harm.

“I did not do it,” Harry had said behind the bars.

Eliza had paid his bail after she asked her husband. A minor amount for them, a fortune for Sabrina. Jeanne sat next to her sister in the car across from them, and Sabrina and Harry got out at their apartment.

Harry was even more silent than usual.

I did not do it, was his mantra when he did speak.

Sabrina nodded, and walked outside after a while.

She needed a moment.

She went to their neighborhood bar, and she wondered what people, regulars thought seeing her there alone without him? She felt vulnerable and as if she had conjured him up, Graham walked in and sat beside her.

There was nothing for him to say—he always knew everything. He wiped unexpected tears from her cheek, and pulled her close to him. She trembled into his arms, and he walked her heaving body to the bathroom.

Heaving and lachrymose, she got into a stall where Graham pulled her close and kissed her so hard but she could not feel it.

She was numb.

He lifted her chin up, and kissed her again.

“Keep your eyes open,” he murmured as he kissed her and without removing any of her clothing touched all of her hot spots. She burst like a supernova. “I can take you away from here if that is what you want.”

Sabrina stared at him, her eyes wide and ready to take flight. He bit her neck, and she took flight figuratively.

She wanted to go away.

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gorgeous woman taking flight via Little Switch Bitch

Flash and Fleur Friday No. 29 –Tulle

Jeanne stood on the terrace looking at the New York skyline. They were so high up, they could look into the other boroughs. She stood there with a cocktail holding Eliza’s hand.
“Thanks for inviting me and Terrence,” she said to her sister.
Eliza squeezed her hand as a way of a response.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rafe who smiled and held up his phone.
“Is it okay if I use the image for Instagram?”  Eliza turned and looked at her husband and smiled broadly, before she looked at Jeanne.
Jeanne nodded.
“Thank you, you are the prettiest ladies here so I had to take a picture!”
He walked over to the two of them, his arm instantly going about Eliza’a waist. He thrust his phone at both of them. The picture only showed their silhouettes framed by the skyline and their held hands. The caption read:
rafehughes The loveliest two women here tonight, one happens to be my wife @elizamort—the loveliest woman of all!
Jeanne felt a tear come to her eye, as she gave Rafe back his phone and picked up hers to reply. She thrust her phone into his hands.
Rafe smiled, and showed the phone to Eliza who smiled back at him.
Jeanne had replied:
jeannembordeau You are the loveliest couple I know!!! <3
Terrence walked over to them, and Jeanne immediately pressed herself to him.
“You look beautiful,” he breathed against the shell of her ear.
Jeanne looked up at him on tiptoes, and he cradled her tulle covered backside in his hands. His body warm against hers, Jeanne wanted to be alone with him, but she knew they would have to wait.
It was much later in the back of the car home, Terrence’s hand burning between her legs like his cock would in moments, that she saw the picture of their tulle-filled embrace not on Rafe’s Instagram but under the hashtag for the party.