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Masturbation Monday No. 221 by @more_matters — Grieving

They had made love not out of want or need, but out of companionship. Sabrina’s stockings were ripped and torn not from desire, but from the necessity of making contact with warm skin and any barrier was ruined in the process.
The thong was wet and soiled with Gui’s come, as was her dress. Sabrina turned on her side and realized that she would need to see if there was something she could wear, if even a shirt to wrap about her and make a mini dress.
But first, she looked at Gui. His face had softened, and he looked like the mischievous man she had met with Carole. She touched his cheek, and realized that he was disfigured with grief. It was now clear to her what had happened.
Damaris had wanted to replace Carole for him, but she did not realize that all she was a replacement. As much as he had promised her she was not, all he saw was Carole when he looked at her. Yes, he was embarrassed because of the shame of what had happened between them. But what really ravaged his looks were his guilt and grief.
“You told me,” he whispered softly, as she stroked his unshaven cheek. “You told me it was too soon, you told me not with her but I did not see it…”
Sabrina kissed him, she knew he needed to say everything but this was not the time for I told you so. She kissed him, and he understood the soothing motion of her mouth as he pulled her close to him.
“I am here for you Gui, always.”
He rolled her onto her back.
“You know with you I was never confused. It was like you were another part of Carole. Not Carole, but just so close to her. It made me happy to see you two together.
He caressed her stomach and lower, lower until she arched up at him.
“You are not a surrogate,” he said, his fingers caressing the lips between her legs. “Thank you for being you.”
Sabrina closed her eyes and wrapped her arms and legs about him. She was still grieving as well, and it was like Gui was a bridge to her repressed memories…

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Sinful Sunday, Week 398 — Peanut Butter Cup (Canvas)

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(Flash &) Fleur Friday No. 24 — Listen (Words of Love)

Jeanne had not stopped shaking since she had slapped Eliza.
She had not had any idea that she was going to slap her sister, but Eliza had been unbearable and what she had said about sloppy seconds had been mean and downright nasty.
But the slap had been hurtful to her as well. Terrence had held her since the slap, and now they were in his apartment. He was still holding her, he walked her into the bedroom past a lovely sculpture that looked like it was listening for something but there was dead silence as he undressed her. He caressed her with his hands, with each touch she stopped shaking bit by bit.
He leaned down and kissed her, and she cradled his cheeks in her hands. His skin was so warm and soft. She could see the sculpture still listening for sound, but the only sound to be heard was the rustle of the sheets as they got into bed. The room was dark, and the sculpture looked like the moon looming behind them in a mirror.
Jeanne looked into Terrence’s eyes, and he trained his on her searching her face.
“You make me feel good,” she said softly, and kissed his shoulder.
Still silent, he kissed her and the place between her breasts which she pushed together to caress him. Terrence rubbed his cheeks against them, before her kissed her nipple.
“I need you,” Jeanne said, arching her body up to let him know what she really did.
He did not delay, his attention focused on the lower part of her body. He had to still her because she was levitating wildly.
“I need you too,” he whispered into her ear. “I need you too.” Their need was evident with how seamlessly their bodies joined. Jeanne still levitated, but now Terrence held her hips and pressed them all the more to him. If the sculpture was still listening there were deep moans and cries between them now, and after a while words of love…

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Wicked Wednesday #338 — Writing

Eliza could not read the writing on the cocktail menu. She was so upset, she bit her lower lip to stop it from trembling.
Rafe and her were not together when she had had her accident, so maybe he might have said something disparaging about her…but it still hurt to think he had talked about her like that with Jeanne.
Jeanne.
Sometimes she had wanted a sister like Rafe had Fiona, and she still did have Fiona but Fiona was not her blood sister. She was now hers by marriage, and even before. But she should be so lucky to have a sister like Jeanne.
Eliza had broken up with Terrence because it was too much for her to be with him when he had the affiliation with Lila. There were too many questions she had about him and she decided if Rafe was gone—at the time—Terrence should be gone with him. But seeing him with Jeanne, knowing Jeanne knew him like she did…it was unbearable.
Rafe held her hand but he was silent. Eliza knew that she did not want to make the kinds of mistakes they had made previously with each other. He held her hand tight to let her know that he was there and be was not going anywhere, before he picked up her hand and kissed it.
“Do you think I have changed?” she asked him, while still trying to decipher the blurred words of the cocktail menu.
“You’ve had two accidents, you would have to change to adjust,” he said.
“But I mean, am I what—” she started to say Jeanne, but she could not even bring herself to say her name aloud. Her name would have been like a slap on her lips. “Like what she said.”
“You have changed since you stopped taking the pills. The pills were making you different.”
Eliza did not look at him. She had stopped taking the pills, but she was taking them again. She still had pain, and the pills made her feel better. Why would she not take the pills?”
She nodded, and did not look at her husband. Because she was afraid that he would see her.
The her that her sister–Jeanne–saw.

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(Flash &) Fleur Friday No. 23 — Boudoir Deux

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Jeanne held Terrence’s arm, his bicep was compelling and she needed his strength as they walked into the back room of the bar. Eliza and Rafe at first had looked like a very happy couple. Upon seeing them enter, they looked frozen and stoic.
She and Terrence ventured forward, and Jeanne bent to kiss her sister’s tight cheek. Eliza’s eyes darted back and forth between the two of them accusatory.
“You do love to keep all the surprises for yourself don’t you Jeanne?” Eliza inquired coolly.
“I had not seen you since we started going out, and I did not want to tell you on the phone or by text,” Jeanne responded without rancor, even though it was being dished out.
“It really would not have made a difference—unless you really wanted to make me uncomfortable and see it in person.”
“You are the happiest woman in the world, you just got married and Terrence is your ex. I did not think.”
“No, you did not think! Of course I would want to see my ex while having dinner with my sister! That my sister could not wait for my sloppy seconds!”
Jeanne slapped Eliza, and Terrence pulled her back.
“You selfish bitch! How long is everything going to be about you? Rafe said you were not like this before your accident, before the pills but all it has been since your recovery is you wanting everyone to satellite about you. Fuck this Eliza, I am tired of it.”
Eliza gaped first at Rafe, and then at Jeanne.
“I do not need a sister. I did not have one this long, and I do not need one now! Happy Terrence?” she started without looking at him, while Jeanne and Terrence stared at her. “You ruined another relationship for me. Thanks!”
“Eliza,” Terrence started.
“No!” Eliza thundered. “You do not speak to me ever again!”
Eliza buried her face into Rafe’s chest.
Jeanne walked away with Terrence.

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Wicked Wednesday #337/Friday Flash No. 31

Eliza felt like a queen, her hand in Rafe’s and his lips adhesived to the top of it. This was their first small party as a couple. She had invited her sister to one of her favorite bars close to where Jeanne lived because she had not been out of her apartment, her city or her own love since she had been married. So a cab ride, hand in Rafe’s like it was now the entire time. The cab driver had turned around to look at them and gawk.
“You are such a gorgeous couple,” he said in a heavily accented voice, and Rafe kissed her cheek like he had been kissing her hand.
“I am the happiest man in the world since this gorgeous woman married me,” he said looking into her eyes.
Eliza grinned so hard she thought her teeth would break. Rafe practically carried her out of the car and down the stairs to the almost hidden little bar. They sat in the almost secret back room, looking at each other with almost secrecy. Jeanne told her that she was bringing someone. Feeling romantic and in love like she had been, Eliza pried until her sister confessed that she had been pretty much loved up as well. But that was all she would say about the mystery man, which had Eliza pretty much at the brim wondering who her sister’s mystery man was.
Eliza felt a sense of deja vu, when again in a dark bar she saw Terrence. She froze in place, but this time Rafe noticed right away. He turned to the door, and she felt his body mirror hers. Frozen like a sculpture, they both looked at Terrence who would trigger negative feelings for both of them for different reasons…who was flanked by Jeanne who Eliza saw like she had the veil pulled to reveal her face at the lounge that they left the night that Rafe proposed.
But even with that happy memory, Eliza still felt frozen looking at her ex and her sister. They could not have thought that she would have no feelings at all seeing them together.
When she stopped feeling frozen, she felt on fire…the deep breath she took felt like dragon fire and she was out of control…

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Masturbation Monday No. 219 by @PetraPanReviews

Sabrina looked at herself in the mirror. Her obsession with the Eiffel Tower was evident, as she saw its reflection in hers. Her main priorities in the hotel she booked, were that she would be able to see the Tower from her room.
Otherwise she would not feel like she was in Paris.
Harry covered the Tower from her view, and she looked at him not sure what she loved more for a moment.
Everything about Paris was lovely.
Except Damaris who was in Paris getting married to Gui.
Sabrina almost did not want to go to the wedding, but she was invited and she realized that Gui was more than just a friend to her. She needed to be there for him.
She knew in New York, that he was getting in too deep with Damaris all over town. But she was shocked, when he proposed to Damaris on her last day in New York and asked her to come to the tiny wedding in which Carole’s parents would be there.
“Of course,” Sabrina had said, because what else was she going to say?
Damaris had looked lovely in her vintage white cocktail dress. She looked like Sabrina was pretty sure Carole would have wanted to look if she had gotten married. Carole had always wanted to fall in love, and she had been in love many times…including with her.
“Are you okay?” Harry asked her.
She looked at him through the mirror, and nodded. He knew that she was not happy about the wedding.
He kissed the curve of her neck, and pulled her close to him.
“You were so much more beautiful than her, I could not keep my eyes off of you the entire wedding.”
Harry’s hands covered her breasts, and looked like a mock steeple on her chest. There was something more sacred about the two of them than what she had witnessed this afternoon. She knew that she loved Harry, and that Harry loved her. There was nothing sinister. To be fair, she knew that there was nothing that proved that Damaris wanted anything sinister with any of them but she did not trust her.
Suddenly Harry pinched her nipples so hard that her full focus was on him, and the demand that he made on her body. He knew how to make her feel better when she was at a loss for words. He replaced her fingers with his teeth, and she moaned. His teeth on her nipple, his finger up her ass—her sensory overload was epic.
His body parts played musical chairs with hers. Next it was his mouth on her anus, his fingers pulling at her nipples and then he entered her ass. If her ass could have gotten naturally wet, it would have been after all of the attention that he paid to it.
The Eiffel Tower watched her get fucked in the mirror, and Harry soothed her nerves.
For a Paris moment…

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Fleur Friday No. 22 — Rosebud

He could not keep his hands off of her breasts, pulling just gently but firmly enough on her nipples. Her internal gasps every time he touched her were overwhelming, Jeanne felt like she was going to explode.
And then his eyes, it almost hurt to look at them because they were so beautiful. It was not the color, but then intensity with which Terrence looked at her. The intensity she feared would break like glass—but it did not. He never stopped looking at her like he needed her, and was afraid to lose her.
His eyes mirrored hers.
She pressed her body to his, her eyes trained on his and rubbed herself against him. The hunger deep inside her core was too much to let linger anymore. Terrence mirrored her movement, and slid into her so seamlessly it did not feel like he entered her. It felt like he was part of her, as he fed her hunger. After such a long time of almost, actually felt better than she could have imagined. Even though his body was still new—she had not memorized all of him yet—it still felt like hers.
He was hers.
All hers.
The same way that Rafe now belonged to Eliza—except she and Terrence were not married. But what was happening between them…this made him hers and she was not sure that she was going to be able to do this with anyone else.
Where did this leave Mal?
Did she only want to have Terrence as hers because she could now, and she knew that Eliza would not be mad about it reasonably?
Had she always been a little in love with him from the first time that they met at the cafe near Eliza’s, but she knew that he was her sister’s so she could not fall? But now she could, she was and he was everything to her in that moment.
When his hand covered both of her breasts and he picked at her nipple making it big and hard as a rosebud…
He was hers.

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Wicked Wednesday #336 — Scent

Eliza woke up, and basked in the scent of their home.
Home was now her new apartment, with her scent mingled with that of her husband’s.
When she and Rafe broke up, the last painful breakup in which she gave him back his ring and moved out. In which she had an accident, and he had had to care for her. In which he met his former fiancee Ingrid, but started to see her again…
Eliza had grown used to her own scent and Rafe’s scent only when he stayed over which was often enough, but not enough for his scent to be permeated inside the apartment for their mingled scent to smell like home.
But now that Rafe lived with her here, it smelled like home. Being married was incomparable to living together. It was not just a piece of paper for her, it was something special and precious and sacred. Every time she looked at her left ring finger, she remembered how special the decision was that had been made on the Day of the Dead to get married a week later. When she said yes to him, each day they were not married felt unbearable.
Being married was amazing, Rafe was now flesh and blood to her. He was water turned to blood, similar to communion in the Catholic Church.
Waking up beside him, the sheets smelled like them—of their intimacy and their slumber. She liked how he smelled first thing in the morning, loved the scent of his warmth. The two of them together was the scent of home. It was not pheromones or anything like that, it was just their closeness and connection.
They were home…

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Masturbation Monday No. 218/ Friday Flash No. 30 — Abstract

Sabrina at this point had seen Damaris and Gui stop in every bathroom at every stop they had made since they had been out that day. They could not keep their hands off of each other in general, and they escaped to the bathroom for a rendezvous every chance that they got.
The painting that she was looking at in the gallery was just as abstract as Sabrina’s thoughts. Damaris scared her, almost as if she was a ghost. She looked so much like Carole, and she had so much of Carole’s demeanor. But she was not Carole, and she was afraid that Gui thought she was.
They were all grieving.
Disheveled hair and clothes, Damaris walked out of the bathroom first and then moments after Gui walked out. The gallery owner looked up. There was no question what had happened between the two of them.
Sabrina adjusted her sunglasses, happy that they could not see her eyes.
Looking at Damaris reminded her of what it had been like to be intimate with Carole. It felt like a betrayal to Carole that Damaris reminded her of the close relationship she had had with her best friend. Kissing Carole, being tender with her…and then she remembered the declaration of love that Carole had made to her. How would she ever forgive herself for the love that she had not known was there, and that was now gone?
Damaris and Gui looked at each other, and with their hands all over each other slipped back into the bathroom.
Sabrina stared at the abstract painting again, the abstract image reminded her of Carole. Was it because it looked like Carole, or because Carole was on her mind? Still thankful for her sunglasses shielding her tears, Sabrina could feel Carole’s skin on her like web. She was caught in her memories, as the audio of Damaris and Gui’s fucking increased incrementally.

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