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Wicked Wednesday #343 — Festivities

Eliza had not been making a lot of public appearances, but this was a big one. She was not necessarily up for all of the festivities, but she wanted to support Rafe in his new role at his company. He had been a partner forever but now he was the CIO, and she was terribly proud of him.
She wanted to show him off, and decided to invite her sister and her boyfriend. Jeanne arrived and though she always looked elegant, she looked extraordinarily so and Terrence looked besotted beside her.
Eliza saw her own reflection with Rafe, and she felt that they looked like the most attractive couple there. But she had to admit that it was weird to see Terrence look at someone else the way he used to look at her, even more so to see him look at her sister like that.
Jeanne was flushed with pleasure, under his gaze and Eliza smiled at them.
Rafe was with her, and holding her hand and showing her off all night and Eliza loved that! But she kept an eye on the couple close to their side.
Terrence had his hand on the small of Jeanne’s back, and Jeanne looked up at him with adoring eyes. They looked picture perfect, Eliza could not help but note the soft eyes her sister placed on her—happy she had invited them to celebrate with them.
“Thank you again Eliza,” Jeanne said taking her hand, and the two of them in the reflection of the floor to ceiling windows gave Eliza shivers.
“Thank you for coming.”
Later it was Terrence who looked at Eliza with weary eyes. She had walked over to him when Jeanne went to the bathroom.
“Thank you for inviting us,” he said, and Eliza nodded.
She remembered having a fever for him, she also remembered letting him go because loving him hurt too much and made her think of things she did not want to think about. Lila, how she almost lost Rafe forever.
“Sure,” she said.
“I miss you Eliza, I miss being friends. Maybe someday…”
“Maybe,” she answered and walked away not wanting Jeanne to think she had cornered him.
Had she ever been friends with him really? Jeanne had been friends with him, and then more and it was fitting that Jeanne returned to him with her gloved hand and looked up at him like the fairy princess.

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Masturbation Monday No. 255 — Floral

Harry backed up against the wall, his hands settled on Damaris’s hips. She looked in his eyes, and kissed his neck over and over, chewing on his skin which aroused him beyond arousal.
“You have always been so nice to me, no one else…would be like you are being to me. If they saw me,” she said nibbling on his neck.
“Everything I know about you is something that someone told me. That is why I asked you to tell me your story,” he replied, pulling her hips to him.
She unbuttoned his shirt, and licked his neck where she has nibbled. His hands moved from her hips and cradled her breasts. She felt warm and soft, like she was melting in his hands. The scent of sandalwood on her body and around her made him want more from her. His kisses all over her body turned to bites, and she asked him harder, harder.
“Draw blood, I need to feel it harder,” she whispered with her eyes closed.
Harry wanted to bite her, but he knew the primal way he felt he could lose his mind and he did not want to do that. He was so hard, he knew he had to be inside her quickly—there was no time to wait.
“Get on the bed. Do you have condoms?”
“Let me put it on you,” she said as she rolled on her side, and took condoms out of the drawer beside the bed. “I know how to do it without my hands.” “No, maybe you can show me that another time.” Damaris handed him the condom, and she touched herself. She was still wet and he could hear the clicking of her wetness as she played with herself. He heard the wetness of her break when he thrust into her. She looked into his eyes, and looked so vulnerable as she caressed his body, kissed his chest and moved under him like she was greedy for everything even though he was giving it to her.
“Harder,” she whispered hoarsely. “I need it harder to believe it.”
Harry stopped altogether, and looked at her. Her eyes were wet and vulnerable.
He kissed her.
“I can barely keep my hands off of you, I want to grind you through this bed, but I also want to savor you. Let me do this the way I want to, I know what I am doing—you have seen that.” Damaris nodded, and he entered her again. He grabbed her breasts, and she arched up but he smacked her hip so she would not move. “Spread your legs wider.” She looked at him and spread her legs wider, putting her hands between her legs and opened herself up to him. She looked like a flower, and he thrusted in and out of her until he felt her wrap her arms about him and she moved with him. He felt that she was having sex with him finally and not trying to manipulate him with her body.
Harry pulled her close to him. Her body melted against his, and he felt himself melt with her.

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The Star On Top

Eliza felt it had been enough time, enough time that she had spent brooding and Oscar made her realize that she definitely wanted to try to make up with Jeanne. She was not sure if Jeanne was going to want to even talk to her, after the scene that she had made at the bar.

But Jeanne surprised her.

She arrived at the cafe where they first met, and she had her hair up and wore her glasses. Jeanne also wore glasses, and had her hair up. They giggled when they saw each other. Jeanne got up from the table, and Eliza was not sure if they were going to hug each other or not. Eliza walked over to her, and curtly kissed her cheek.

Jeanne kissed her back in the same manner, adjusted her glasses and gave her a wan smile.

Eliza sat down, and as soon as she did the waitress walked over with a glass of the wine that she has always loved when she was there. She smiled at the waitress, and raised her glass to Jeanne.

“Thank you for agreeing to see me, I know that we did not end on good terms.”

“You are my sister, I was not a prize that night either. I did not have to flaunt my relationship…”

“I am happily married Jeanne, it should not matter to me. You are my sister, that is what should matter. Can we start over again? Can we try to start over again?”

Eliza studied Jeanne, whose face did not go hard but pensive.

“My mother was like my sister,” Jeanne paused and before she continued, Eliza noticed whenever Jeanne was emotional her accent became very French. “But she was still my mom, and I have very close female friends and as close as we are I am not sure I ever thought about them like sisters. I am sure I have room in my heart for a sister. It would be the star on top of all of my female relationships right now.”

Eliza smiled, and felt her eyes water. Jeanne wiped a stray tear.

“I already love you Eliza, I spent all of this time with you, before this all…” Jeanne waved her hand absently, and picked up her wine. “You’re my blood.”

Eliza picked up her own wine, and clinked it with Jeanne’s.

“I love you too,” she said and meant it.

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christmas tree via f dot leonora

The Eyes Have It — Three Memes In One!

Harry felt lonely, and that was something that he never really felt. He understood why Sabrina had gone to London, and he was okay with it. But she went away a lot, and he was not one to keep her from doing what she wanted to do…but it did mean that he was alone in the couple they were in a lot.

He knew that he was allowed to do what he wanted to do. Sabrina told him everything that she did, and he had even been involved in a foursome with her, Carole and Gui.

He remembered Carole. He had been startled when she died as well. She had been stunning, there was something about her eyes that made you want to look at her. Her sister had the same thing, maybe that was why when Damaris watched him and Sabrina have sex he did not mind. Maybe he was hypnotized by them, and she looked so much like Carole.

She felt familiar.

When Harry went to the neighborhood bar that night, he was not expecting to find a familiar set of eyes. But there was Damaris, wearing a dress that meant that she wanted to be seen and she sat with her legs crossed in a come-hither fashion. She looked at him, a mildly sardonic smile on her face but he was pretty sure that it was just for show.

She got up and walked over to him. When she stood in front of him, Harry’s smile was heavily sardonic. Some of these people saw him here every night almost with Sabrina—what were they going to think of this?

“Do you have a light?” she asked and leaned toward him.

“You cannot smoke in a New York City bar,” he said to her, picking up a book of matches from the bar. “You have to go outside with it.”

“Are you going to be a gentleman and come with me?”

He followed her outside.

“It might rain,” she said, as he lit her cigarette.
“You caused a hell of shit storm in London, I would think a bit of rain would not bother you in the least.”

Damaris smiled.

“Of course it was my fault, right? A woman can tell when she is not wanted. When she is being used. But it is easy to be fooled when you think you are in love.”

Harry studied Damaris, her damp eyes still were hypnotic but sad at the same time.

He caressed her cheek.

“Do you want to tell me your side of the story?”

“I do not want to talk anymore.”

Was it more of a turn on to walk away from the window of the bar, have the strangers inside and the regulars wonder where he was going with the sexy stranger with the accent? Was that what made him follow her?

“I am staying up the street…” she said walking ahead of him, and he could not keep his eyes off of her body. She knew exactly what you do to keep you looking at her. He looked at the hotel up the street and took her hand. He and Sabrina at times had pondered going there, so they could role play.

The inside smelled like sandalwood, which mirrored Damaris’ perfume. When they walked into her room, she pulled her dress over her head.

“This is how I talk,” she said, slipping her fingers between her legs and smearing her wetness over her belly for him to see…

…her language.

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ornament via sub-bee

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Wicked Wednesday #341 — Song Title

A tune played in her head, and Eliza did not know the song title. It was a song that she, Terrence and Jeanne had sung tipsily while at the cafe the first time she and Jeanne had met.

It had been a good night, and before her accident, she had been so happy at her solo apartment after what she would thought be her final breakup from Rafe, being with Terrence and having Jeanne as a friend. Even the quick transition to sisters after had been okay, and falling in love with Rafe again.

Now, living in their new apartment and married, she was terribly happy. The strength of her love for Rafe had floored her. She always knew she wanted to marry him, and now she knew why.

But did she want her sister back? Blood was thicker than water, she did not care about Terrence, but Jeanne? Should they try to make amends?

Eliza picked up the phone, still humming that nameless song and called the only person she knew would always be there for her.

“Mrs. Hughes? How are you!”

Eliza felt her face warm, as she took in her new salutation.

“Oscar?”

“Where do you want to meet?”

Eliza was still on leave and trying to factor in work she could do from home. It was the post-traumatic stress disorder that was worse than her physical pain from the accident. Oscar took her in, and hugged her for a very long time.

He pulled out a chair for her, and studied her.

“You look happy,” he said finally.

“Yes,” she smiled.

“Marriage agrees with you,” he noted.

“Maybe.”

He took her hand, and she studied him in return.

“How are you?”

“I am okay, Sally…” She squeezed his hand. His ex had reentered his life, and it had been a nonstop ferris wheel from what he told her. “Why did you want to see me?”

“Besides from getting married, have I changed? Jeanne said Rafe told her I had changed but everyone changes. I was wondering if I should try to bring her back, try to be a sister. To be sisters again. I don’t know…”

“Do you miss her? Do you want her back in your life?”

The nameless song still in her head and on her tongue, made her remember a time when she enjoyed being with Jeanne.

Her sister.

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music via wicked wednesday

(Flash and) Fleur Friday No. 26 — Vintage Pin

Jeanne was intrigued when she walked into the offices of Ogler, the curatorial porn company. The office was ultra modern, and the CEO Maddie Stone was dressed from head to toe in vintage attire. Jeanne could not keep her eye off of the pin on her jacket, that was topped off by her Popsicle Firecracker ice pop colored hair.

Maddie rubbed the pin, and smiled at her.

“It is a random pin I found at a flea market, but I like it so I wear it a lot,” Maddie smiled. “ You know when people come in here to ask me about Ogler, and how I came up with the idea and things like that…” Maddie sat down, and crossed her legs. “I usually ask what them to try Ogler, see what they like…and then ask me. The proof is in the pudding to me.”

“That seems fair to me, and that is why I did try it out before I got an interview with you,” Jeanne admitted.

Maddie smiled.

“I love it!” Maddie clapped her hands. “What do you want to ask me?”

“I know that you came up with Ogler because you wanted more intuitive porn when you were looking for it, and you felt that you were not alone so you developed Ogler. What trends from it help you to make it more intuitive for your viewers?”

“Well the algorithms that we use are almost flawless—it really does follow the ebb and flow of all of our viewers’ caprices with their viewing and it makes it easy for them to find things that they will want to see. Some viewers say that it knows them better than they know themselves and I love to hear that.”

Jeanne smiled at Maddie, she had to agree secretly—Ogler had really intuited everything that she liked. She felt her face warm, and she knew that Maddie knew all of her secrets…

Jeanne is interviewing the woman who created the curatorial porn site that Eliza mentioned here, there is more Friday Flash here.

Wicked Wednesday #340—Porn Site

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.

More Wicked Wednesday here, and my steak scene is here!

marinated meat via google images

Masturbation Monday No. 222 via @MollysDailyKiss — Mistletoe

Damaris looked in the mirror, and she saw Carole. Not as a ghost, but herself as Carole. They had looked alike as young girls but now…it was undeniable how much she looked like her dearly departed sister. She dyed her hair the color Carole’s was, and she was poised to take her place.

But she couldn’t.

Even in her death, Carole eclipsed her.

Damaris threw the mirror to the ground, when the tears came to her eyes again.

All of her life she was second place to Carole. Because even though she looked “classier,” she was the one who people thought was unapproachable. They liked Carole because she was the sister who was more down to earth, more bohemian.

Damaris had only ever wanted to be loved herself, and she thought that Gui had loved her but he loved Carole and was just using her in her place.

She was not even a good replacement Carole.

She was staying now in Carole’s apartment in Paris—she did not want to be in London anymore. But she was terribly lonely, so she went to the bar that was nearby. When people first could not keep their eyes off of her, she realized that they probably thought she was Carole reincarnated.

She was not.

A man walked in—not from there—and looked at her. He would be the one to help her stave off her loneliness for the night. In the doorjamb of the apartment, she looked at him with pursed lips eager as if she was under the mistletoe.

He kissed her, his hunger for her lips made her wonder what he was trying to stave off—did it matter? He pulled her onto the terrace, Paris watched as her kissed her lips like he was fucking them roughly. They throbbed with hunger when he pulled her away from him and looked at her licking his lips.

Her lips still pursed, her hunger was sharp and she was thankfully not alone…

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photo via Molly Moore

(Flash &) Fleur Friday No. 25 — Amour

Jeanne and Terrence went to Cafe Amour, the neon Amour outside of the cafe provided a red glare on their table. It also left a red glare on her heart—on the heart of her new necklace that he had just given her. It said amour, and the o was a red heart.
She loved it, and she loved the man who gave it to her.
Everything in Cafe Amour had amour in it. The Amour Mussels and Frites had a savory garlic and red chili peppers broth. The Amour house wine was a Cabernet and Merlot combo, and the Amour Chocolate Mousse had a mascarpone-filled red heart.
She dabbed her mouth with a Cafe Amour napkin that was covered with tiny red hearts.
But with all of the words of amour and red and hearts, it was looking at the man sitting across from her that made her red and filled her with amour…

Read more Fleur Friday here, and Friday Flash stories filled with amour here!

Wicked Wednesday #339 — Playful

It was it was not that arguments were easier with Rafe now, they were not. But now that they were married, Eliza was more invested. She did not want a fight to fester into something awful, that she would not be able to prevent from escalating.
The night at the restaurant when Jeanne slapped her, was an awful night. She and Rafe could have had a fight but she did not want it to go there ever again with him. They had had enough fights that almost ended them. The last time that they had broken up had almost been it, but then they got married.
So much had been planned, such a big wedding had been planned and instead they had just went to City Hall. Eliza was so in love in with Rafe in her vintage dress, saying the simplest vows to him.
Of love.
Presently she felt playful, as she wrapped her arms about him. She puckered up her lips, and looked into his eyes. Rafe must have felt playful himself, as he picked her up and swung her around like a merry-go-round. A little dizzy when he stopped, she pressed her face to his chest.
“I love you,” he said, running his hands through her hair. “I love you so much.”
She looked up at him again, and he kissed her.
She remembered that planning for their wedding was the reason she was so stressed out at the bar, when she met Oscar. She had not seen Oscar in such a long time, she wanted to spend all of her time with her husband. It was not said, but their marriage had not closed their relationship though they barely were apart. Eliza felt lovesick when she was away from him for too long of a time.
She was still recovering from her accident, she had post-traumatic stress disorder and was on temporary leave from work. Getting married was the only thing that anchored her, being in love and being a family with the man she loved.
But in his arms now, she just wanted to be silly and play with him.