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Wicked Wednesday #335 — Cemetery

Eliza was happy to go somewhere more private with Rafe in the lounge. The hallway was decorated dark and sparse like a cemetery. They were tangled in exaggerated cobwebs and moon-colored lighting, as they moved into a private room that had a “Reserved” placard on the satin sheets.
Rafe pulled her softly into it, and closed the door with his leg. He pushed her to the wall inside, and she looked up at him.
“Do you want the door open or closed?” He asked her, his breath and the halo of his lips on her jaw.
“Closed,” she breathed, and caressed his face so she could kiss him.
There was a drink minimum at the bar, but they had been drinking before they got there, so Eliza at least was tipsy. But not so tipsy that she did not remember that she had just seen Terrence with another woman, but was completely focused on Rafe.
He closed the door all of the way, and kissed her so hard he lifted her off of the floor. She wrapped her arms about him, and pressed her face to his chest. Eliza felt so safe in his arms, she felt like everything that was wrong with the world would be okay if he held her.
“I love you…” she said looking up into his eyes, and he looked down at her. His eyes soft and warm.
“I love you Liza, let’s get married.”
Eliza smelled the liquor on his breath, and laughed.
“Let’s get married,” he repeated.
Eliza was silent, as he let go of her on one side. She was even more silent, as he handed her her ring.
Her engagement ring.
Her arms tightened about his neck.
“Ingrid and I are not getting married Eliza. It just was not going to work, and she saw what I knew but would not say. That I still want to marry you. I love you. Marry me, this time for real.”
Eliza could not see him because her eyes were so filled with tears.
Her eyes were still filled with tears a week later, when she saw a picture of them—her wearing a vintage white cocktail dress and him wearing a vintage suit with tails.
Mr. and Mrs. Hughes…

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Masturbation Monday No. 217 — Witch, Inspired by @MollysDailyKiss

Damaris moved about New York City like an alien. She said that she had visited the city before, but she did not have Carole’s finesse in it.
“You know she looks like Carole, but she is not Carole…” Sabrina said to Gui, surveying him as he could not keep his eyes off of Damaris.
Damaris looked like Carole, except she was more golden. More polished. She’d had all the trappings of respectability, and Sabrina knew from Carole that Damaris had never been close to her. Sabrina felt like she could see beneath the other woman’s veneer. She did not like her around Harry, and she felt nervous for Gui even though he was already involved with her.
“She is not a witch at Salem!” Gui exclaimed in a soft whisper. “You are acting like she should be burned at the stake! I am not pretending that she is Carole…” “How could you not?!” Sabrina hissed, and turned to look at him watching Damaris wait on the line for the bathroom of the posh restaurant that Damaris had insisted on going to—treating them too.
Sabrina looked at him, and the tears in her eyes fell. Gui pulled her closed and kissed her mouth. She chewed on his lip, and closed her eyes for a moment cherishing their previous intimacy which served as a tenderness that she really needed at the moment.
“What does Harry think of her?”
Sabrina released his lip. As she was about to tell him, Damaris waved over at Gui. He smiled a small smile, and Sabrina knew exactly what was going to happen next. Without even looking at his crotch, Sabrina knew Gui’s tells and knew he was hard. Damaris did not own anything that obscured her Coca-Cola bottle shape, and easily enticed.
Gui followed her into the bathroom, and Sabrina had to get up behind him because they did not completely close the door behind them. Sabrina had to be the lookout—but she could not help but look in.
Look in at Damaris bent over the bathroom sink—fine porcelain sink, with faux-jeweled fixtures. Sabrina wondered where was the attendant, as Damaris displaced perfume bottles, candy and lotion as Gui plowed her. They went right at it because they were only there for seconds, before their naked pelvises were in action.
All of this was very beguiling, but it was Damaris’ reflection in the mirror that almost confirmed to Sabrina that Damaris was indeed some kind of witch!!!

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Sinful Sunday, Week 394 — Black

All the pictures had
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything

–“Black” Pearl Jam

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Wicked Wednesday #334 — Halloween

Eliza was completely veiled in black, Rafe led her like she was some sort of royalty. She walked slowly behind him. A combination of the pills she had taken without him knowing—he was worried about her pain meds, but there was nothing for him to worry about and she was in a mood where she almost snapped at him what difference did it make to him? She was not his responsibility anymore.

But she did not.

A combination of the pills, exhaustion and of the pleasure of Rafe leading her, made her strut slowly. This way she got to see him as well, and he looked dashing as ever. When did Rafe ever not look dashing?

They walked into the restaurant, where everyone else was in some array of covered—Rafe wore a lace mask that matched her veil. He sat next to her in the booth, and she put her head on his shoulder.

She shivered when his cool hand slipped under her dress. This party was a Halloween party of sorts, at a premiere sex club.

Anything was allowed.

She and Rafe had attended this party before, when they were a new couple. Now that they were not getting married, they dated like they did when they were a new couple. Her thoughts drifted, as his hand moved further up her thigh.

“What can’t I do to you?” he questioned softly, his fingers at the door of her sex.

Eliza shifted, and parted her legs more.

“You can do whatever you like.”

His fingers slipped into her, she closed her eyes tightly and then opened them. There were a lot of couples there, but some aroused her curiosity more than others as she stared about the room not to bring attention to what she and Rafe were doing.

Like the couple where the woman sat on the man’s lap, dry fucking him with such discretion that if you were not paying attention you would not notice.

Another couple was not touching, but they were sitting so close it was like their skin fucked from their proximity. Eliza’s eyes settled on that couple, and she realized she recognized the man.

Terrence.

She knew his jaw, she knew his expressions even with a mask. The woman clung to him, her face obscured by his chest and Eliza closed her eyes again as Rafe made her come so violently, she knocked over her scotch. Rafe laughed as the waiter came over to clean up, and pulled Eliza up while he was at it.

“Come on, it is time to go somewhere a little more private.”

Still feeling the slight tremors of her orgasm, Eliza followed him. Secretly, she looked back to where Terrence was.

He was gone, as she had asked him to be from her view months ago. Even though she had broken up with him, it did not feel nice to see him with another woman oblivious to her even though she was veiled in black.

She knew him.

The same way it did not feel nice to not be with Rafe, and still be with him. He would be inside her hot and she would feel him burning her in a moment…and still feel cold in the distance of her body…

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Spooky Silhouette & Ghosts– A Meme Combo!!!

Still on her knees, Sabrina had not cared that Damaris was watching her and Harry in the shadows like a spooky silhouette while they made love. Her silhouette was not even that spooky, it was just so hidden.
At first.
Sabrina opened her eyes, when she heard the door crack open more and heard the heaviness of Damaris approaching on the carpet. Damaris was in a robe with nothing underneath, her full figure was revealed in all of its glory. Harry paused—as he would have had to because it was not supposed to be a threesome.
Was that what Damaris wanted?
Sabrina watched her sprawled over the couch, her glistening crotch open under her fingers. Damaris used her own come to rub over her nipples, as she watched them.
Did she want to join them?
“Don’t stop,” Damaris sighed, eyes closed tightly. “don’t stop!” Harry spanked Sabrina, and continued to plough her. At that point, Sabrina was again driven by the feeling of him inside her. His strokes hit every hunger point of hers deep inside, and she moved against him with desperation that she could not fathom. She was with him, why was she acting like she was going to imminently lose him?
A quiet whistle, let them know that Damaris had come. She threw her body over the couch, and wrapped herself in her robe.
In Sabrina’s robe.
Later, Sabrina got out of bed with Harry. She still felt that desperate sensation that she did not want to let him go. Had she missed him that much, even though she had been haunted by the ghosts of previous lovers while she was in London?
It felt like her sexual ghosts followed her everywhere. She was not able to shake them, dark shadows bobbing in her head all of the time.
A dark shadow flew past her, and she realized it was Damaris.
Sabrina let her stay with them in Harry’s apartment. Damaris had not wanted to sleep alone, because she was afraid to. She did not need to tell Sabrina anything really, she would not want to sleep alone is she was Damaris. Her sister had died, and she was in a foreign country in a strange man’s apartment.
Naked and sweaty, Sabrina cornered Damaris.
“Why did you watch us?”  Damaris looked like a phantasm in the moonlight.
“Because I did not want to be alone, I did not want to grieve alone…thank you for letting me…watch…” Sabrina felt a chill go through her, as Damaris went into the bathroom and she felt the other woman’s grief like a body.

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Wicked Wednesday #333 — Purple (Bruise)

Eliza rubbed a minute purplish splotch on her thigh, that she had not know was there and Rafe promptly kissed it.
And other places.
She was pretty certain that they had sex more now that he was engaged to Ingrid. Ingrid went on a lot of conferences, and Rafe basically lived with her when she was away or vice versa.
She gasped loudly, when Rafe’s tongue hit her clit. He was not adverse to giving head, but he was definitely more up for it than he ever had been and she was not complaining!
He kissed the very inside of her thighs, and lathed her labia with his tongue. Since he knew her body as well as she did, without even an effort he made her come and he was not done.
Rafe did not stop licking her, and she squirmed because she was sensitive from her first orgasm and he was not giving her a choice on the estimated arrival of the next.
Her legs parted wider, he spread her ass cheeks and the sheets stuck to her anus. She was sticky wet and feverish from his attention.
She could not look down, because looking down at him giving her head would make her come even faster so she stared up at the ceiling and moaned. Her body shook, and her legs practically fluttered.
Eliza slumped with pleasure, but also with grief when Rafe’s tongue touched the faint purple spot on her skin. Her skin was bruised, but so was her heart. Even though they were making love, they were not getting married anymore. She was not his primary anymore. And after all of these years that she had been with him, she never thought that they were not going to be married. And it did not even help that a part of her was happy they were not getting married, another part of her was just mad that she was not the chosen one anymore.
“What is the matter?” he asked, stroking her thigh.
She looked down at Rafe, which she had been trying not to do not because of how he made her body feel, but because of how her heart felt.
Bruised.

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Masturbation Monday No. 215 — Caught In His Web (Inspired by @sub_bee)

Harry’s arm was about her waist before he bent her over the coffee table. This was a familiar and comfortable position for Sabrina, and she settled into it with ease. She ran her hand over the side of her breast, and she felt a crack like lightning on her backside plus just a sliver of her pussy. She heard and felt the slight suction from how wet she was from his smack.
And then another one, catching still just another sliver of her pussy. She moaned even before she knew she was moaning, but she felt it vibrate through her body, and as he continued to spank her. Her breasts crushed to the glass of the coffee table, Sabrina tried not to wiggle underneath his punishment.
Was it even punishment?
He did not like her to play with herself when he was going to fuck her, and she had played with her breasts so he had smacked her. But he also knew that she loved to be spanked while he was fucking her so it was just super intense foreplay. Each smack catching that sweet bit of her pussy, making her moan and almost beg him to fuck her. But she knew if she begged him, he would never give her what she wanted. So she eased into his hand caressing her ass, and a sense of security before—
CRACK!
Another slap like lightning and he still caught her wet labia. Sabrina bit her lip so she would not cry out in pleasure and pain. Harry fingered her, and she knew what she was soaking wet. She could barely feel his finger in the puddle of her own come. Her own come, which Harry used to finger her asshole before he finally entered her.
Moving in such a way, she was afraid that she was going to break the glass of the coffee table, Sabrina tried to be delicate, but it felt too good. She lost control, and then out of the corner of her eye…out of the corner of her eye she saw Damaris looking at her. The door to Harry’s was cracked—how did she find them?—and Damaris played with herself as she watched her get fucked. Sabrina could smell Damaris’ heat above her own she was sure.
But she did not care. Harry was fucking her, and that was the only thing that mattered to her at that moment.
At any moment…

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Wicked Wednesday #332 – Pause

Before she met with Jeanne, Eliza had had a conversation with Ingrid and Rafe who were her support unit. They were like her surrogate parents, sitting close together and watching her with a smile. They had come to her neighborhood bar, where she had first been out with Jeanne.
And Terrence.
“So you have to hear her out. I could not imagine life without my sister,” Ingrid said, taking a sip of her drink.
“Well Eliza already had Fiona!” Rafe said, and smiled at Ingrid.
Eliza had had Fiona, and she was still like a sister to her. How could she be anything else after how long she had been with Rafe?
“You are going to meet Susannah soon enough, she is coming to visit soon. I told her all about you, so you will have another sister!” Ingrid declared.
Eliza smiled, and shrugged.
They both hugged her when they left, and Rafe gave her an extra squeeze. Eliza squeezed his hand, before he kissed hers.
She leaned back in her chair, and waited. Jeanne was going to meet her soon, so she took another sip of her drink and waited.
Her mother had told her that her father had dated Jeanne’s mother around the same time that he dated her, but that they had known that they were going to get married right away. He never hid from her that he had cared about Jeanne’s mother very deeply, but that he had known that he wanted to marry her mother instantly.
Jeanne’s mother had been pregnant, but she never told him because she did not want to trap him.
“Sometimes, sometimes, I used to think to myself that even though I was really happy to be married to your father…I felt bad for this woman who had he had loved before me. She was very classy, she never reached out to me. Your father had a detective look after the girl—Jeanne—when he realized she existed.”
Just then, Jeanne walked into the cafe. Eliza stared at her for a bit.
This was her sister.
Jeanne was holding the box, and looked pensively at Eliza.
Everything seemed to pause around her, but Eliza felt her lips spread into a semblance of a smile as Jeanne sat down across from her.

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Masturbation Monday No. 214/Friday Flash No. 26 — Tentacles

Sabrina stared at Damaris, whose hands were firmly between her legs.
Damaris smiled softly.
“I do not mean like that Sabrina!” she exclaimed. “I meant to sleep with me like Carole used to when we were young. I miss her so much you know?” 
Sabrina nodded and pulled a blanket over Damaris whose eyes closed and breath deepened almost immediately. Grief left her features a little in sleep, and Sabrina could not help but to sit beside Carole’s sister and hum a soft lullaby for her.
Damaris was completely snoring when Harry walked into the room.
Sabrina stood up immediately and walked into his embrace. He caressed her lips, and she could taste the tears on them.
“Are you alright baby?” he asked, and Sabrina cried into his chest.
She was not even sure where the tears came from in that moment, but she was so filled with emotion suddenly.
Or was it just because she missed him so much? He turned her chin up, and kissed her tear-splashed lips. Sabrina wrapped her arms about him in complete surrender. Her arms and legs surrounded him like she was an octopus. She craved more limbs to embrace him all the more.
Harry’s hands cradled her bottom, and he carried her out of the room. Damaris’s sleeping breath became a whisper, as he closed the door with his own derriere. He pressed Sabrina to the wall, and she kissed his neck with suction like her tongue was the limb of an octopus.
“I want you…” Harry said, and she could feel him tremble under his words and her sucking kisses.
“I cannot leave her in the apartment. If she wakes up…”
“Then here, quickly—we can hear her snoring Sabrina.”
She nodded with parted lips, her own breath deepening as Harry kissed her into oblivion and she pulled up her own dress up because she wanted him too.
“Quick, but not too quick…” she crooned, the hardness of Harry’s belt buckle against replaced with the hardness of his thick shaft against her.
It was good to be home!

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Let Me Flash You…On The Sisters In Smut Blog!!!

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