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Fleur Friday No. 17/ FRIDAY FLASH NO. 25 @THEPINKSEAM MICROFICTION CHALLENGE!

Jeanne did want Terrence. But at the same time, she knew that she would not feel good about herself if she did not talk to her sister about it.
She left him with the bouquet of flowers, so she could really look at what was in the box.
She felt like Pandora…

This micro post is also written for my Friday Flash meme as well–which was curated by @ThePinkSeam / Beatrix B. This one clocked in at 52 words…

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Wicked Wednesday #331 — Champion/ Friday Flash No. 25 @ThePinkSeam Microfiction Challenge!

Eliza watched the game by herself. She usually watched with her parents first, then with Rafe. But now she sat on her couch, and watched the multi-world champion New York Yankees win the wild card.
Then she got a text from Jeanne…her sister…
I opened the box—let’s talk soon.
Eliza sighed.

This is a tiny Wicked Wednesday dedicated to the New York Yankees who just won the AL Wild Card–I am a HUGE Yankees fan! I have a baseball anthology called Bases Loaded, which is just as hot as the Yankees were tonight!

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Fleur Friday No. 16/ Friday Flash No. 24, Part II

Jeanne went back to Terrence’s apartment with a bouquet of flowers and a box. She knew he liked fresh flowers in his apartment, and she figured that she needed to bring something there because she was not sure how their conversation was going to go.
She had left him in the middle of Industry City to go see her sister.
Her sister.
She had not expected things to go the way that they had with Eliza at all. Especially not Eliza already knowing they were sisters, and the box.
Jeanne was uncertain about taking the box, but Eliza told her to take it.
“Look at the box, and then tell me what portion of the story I do not know. Please go, take it and we will talk about it later.”
Jeanne was uncertain about the pills that Eliza had taken, but she did as she was told and took the box. She felt a little better when Eliza texted her that she was sorry she was not feeling well, but that Jeanne needed to see the box.
Jeanne would look at the box, but first Terrence. He opened the door and took the flowers and box from her hand, placing them on his coffee table.
“So what did you have to do that you left me in the middle of…” He rubbed his face, and looked vulnerable. Had her pussy stopped throbbing since they had kissed that morning? She reached up to touch his face, and he looked down at her. His hand placed on her ribcage, grazed her breast and she gasped.
“Terrence, I had to go tell Eliza that I am her sister. Eliza and I are sisters.” His hand remained on her rib, but he rubbed his face with his other hand.
“You and Eliza are sisters?”

“Yes, I had to tell her because I wanted to tell her about you. I needed her blessing because I can’t be with you if it would bother her.”
She walked past him, and felt him on her heels follow her and place his hands on her upper arms. Jeanne turned around, and looked up at him.
“You really don’t want to be with me?” He asked from behind her.
Jeanne pressed herself to him involuntarily, and it felt like they were glued together. Her emotions were moving at the speed of light, but the thing she felt the most was that she wanted Terrence.

Everything was a sign.

More Friday Flash here. The first part of this story was featured in my last Wicked Wednesday. The theme of sisters was also portrayed in my Masturbation Monday this week.

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Wicked Wednesday #330 — Heal/ Friday Flash No. 24, Part I

Eliza was taking longer to heal from this accident, than she had the time before. She had just taken her pills, and walked in a bit of a cloud to her door to open it. She had just buzzed Jeanne up, and waited by the door for her to come upstairs.
Jeanne smiled when she got to the top of the stairs at her. Eliza felt her mouth widen in automatic mimicry, in conjunction with her arms to hug Jeanne.
Her sister.
Jeanne was dressed very casually, but still leaked a bit of the elegance that Eliza was used to seeing with her.
“Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, I know that we…” “…are sisters?!” Eliza blurted out. “Yes, apparently we are! Come Jeanne,” Eliza turned around, and knelt to pick up the box with her father’s mementos on her coffee table. She opened up the box slowly, and again spread all of the pictures of Jeanne on the table like tarot—carefully and deliberately. She mused over the pictures, and looked up at Jeanne intermittently.
“Eliza…” Jeanne started.
“You know,” Eliza laughed ironically, placing her hands on her thighs. “I just want to know why you did not bother to tell me. All of this time that you had that you could have told me something you said nothing.” “Eliza…”
“Over my sick bed, holding my hand and having tea with me you could have told me. It would have given me something…” Eliza stopped and winced. She felt a wave of pain come through the fog that the pills buffered her with, and looked at Jeanne. “You could have told me then. Why keep it a secret?”
Eliza got up, and went over to her bed. She got under the sheets, and curled into fetal position. Jeanne followed her.
“Are you okay? Eliza?”
Eliza stared at Jeanne, she looked like a stranger to her. She reached for her phone which buzzed on her night table.
A text from Rafe:
How are you beautiful?
This was a sign that she needed to take a moment.
Was she okay?

More Wicked Wednesday here. This week, I am doing my Friday Flash series in two parts. This is the first part, and Friday will be the second part for (Flash and) Fleur Friday! And if you haven’t already read my latest Masturbation Monday, please do!

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Masturbation Monday No. 212 — Over the Atlantic Ocean

Sabrina was happy to be on a plane heading back to New York, it felt like deja vu sitting next to Damaris who reminded her so much of Carole. London had been so full of ghosts for her, especially Camden. It was nice to be going back home.
“You must be happy to be going back home,” Damaris said softly, reading her mind incidentally. Damaris hated flying, and she had taken pills for her nerves. “I just decided to go to New York because it was Carole’s second city, and…you know Sabrina…my sister and I were not terribly close, but she was still my sister and I am really sad to have lost her. I want to walk in her footsteps a little…”
Damaris lazily ran her fingers over Sabrina’s thigh, and Sabrina wondered if she wanted to fool around with her—did she know that about Carole and her?
“Being with Gui, it was nice, a way for both of us to grieve. He is not the first boyfriend that Carole and I shared. We both liked this guy Cooper, and we both were sleeping with him but we did not know. He was so sleazy, that he actually invited us both to his apartment and said he thought that we knew. We were so classy, and so “above it,” we both drank champagne and took turns giving him head like it was a competition! We were so detached as sisters, we did not even get mad or anything.”
Damaris sucked her thumb, and Sabrina was not sure if it was a Freudian regression or she was trying to demonstrate her blow job techniques. She pulled up her blanket, and put her head on Sabrina’s shoulder where she began to snore loudly.
Sabrina stared at the miles on the screen before her, to see how far they were from New York. It was her favorite way to detach when she was on a plane. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Damaris’ arm extend under her blanket and she was pretty sure she knew what was happening underneath it as Damaris’ breath got deeper and deeper on her shoulder. Sabrina felt like she was involved in a sexual act that had nothing to do with her. It was smoke and mirrors.
They were halfway to New York City Sabrina now knew, in both kilometers and miles.

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Sinful Sunday, Week 389 — Unbound

I pulled up my dress right in the middle of a sexpert workshop at The Sex Expo, right after visiting the Unbound booth. I am a fan of the brand, I wrote a story for their magazine in which I compared squirting to the infamous Unicorn Frappucino that Starbucks had. How cute and liberating is this sticker?!

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Wicked Wednesday #329 — Roots

Ever since the night that Jeanne got so sad when Eliza talked about her father, Eliza had been inspired to look into her father’s old things that she had been given by her mom. She had been a soft mahogany case with things that he had written about her when she was little, among other things. She had seen most of it before, but today she wanted to pore through them, because she missed her dad and the box was filled with love.
There were pictures of her Mom and Dad when they were courting, and then with her as well as a bunch of personal affects of his that she had never seen before. For example, within a platinum envelope that looked like it should contain an Academy Award or something of that stature, was a picture of her father with a woman she had never seen before. There were precious few, but they were the reason why a picture says a thousand words. It was clear her father had been in love with this woman, and she with him. Eliza looked for a date on them, but there was none. She surmised they must have been older, or as old as the ones from his and her mother’s courtship.
And then there was a picture of a baby. There were spare pictures of the baby—the evolution of the baby really.
Eliza left the box where it was and moved onto her fire escape, where she spread out the pictures of the baby growing into a young woman like tarot cards. There was no question who this girl was, in pictures that her father left in this box for her to see and on top of it all her mother knew about it. Eliza sat on the fire escape feeling like a twisted Holly Golightly.
She looked up at the sky, as if it could answer her questions. She fiddled with the bars of the fire escape, and looked at her feet on its grid.
The clouds.
She walked back into the apartment, and let her hands run over the mirror of the bathroom cabinet before she slid the mirrored door open to get her pain killers. She filled a Dixie cup with lukewarm water, and opened the bottle. When she swallowed the pills, she went to her bedroom, and lie on her bed. Behind her closed eyes, she wondered just when did Jeanne plan on telling her what she had to tell her?

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Masturbation Monday No. 211/KOTW 9/16-30 — Sex Workers

“I was here all of the time, you just could not see me,” Graham said stepping closer to her in the room. “I have never left you, I know everything you have done.”
Sabrina scoffed, as she bent to open the minibar. She picked up whatever amber fluid was there, she liked them all so it really did not matter.
“I bet,” she said, as she raised her frosted glass to him.
The thing was, she knew that he was not lying.
When he hired her as an escort, he made her feel special. He told her that he appreciated what she did, but at the same time he never let her think that it was more than that.
Until it was.
It was a business transaction. Sabrina was a sex worker, it was very easy for her to separate business from personal. Sometimes business brought pleasure—and that was okay. Graham was an amazing lover, though his desires might make some anxious she enjoyed exploring them with him. This was the reason being with him was still intense, even if she did not know what to expect from him.
“I missed you, we have been through a lot. You keep thinking you can run away and people just get left and it is okay. It is not okay Nusch…” His eyes were almost liquid with meaning, as he looked at her.
“Don’t call me that! Don’t call me that, and just…” “What? Nichy? Sabrina? Whoever the fuck you are now!”
“Get out! Leave me alone!”
“If I leave, I am never coming back. Do you want that?”
Sabrina walked away from him, before she felt him wrap his arms about her waist. Her loosely wrapped robe was no barrier between them. As it fell off of her shoulder, he placed his chin it.
She did want him to go away, she was tired of her ghosts following her.
She was tired.
He pushed her robe off of her, and kissed her shoulder. The plush robe about her feet, the cool air on her naked body and the sound of him unbuckling his belt made Sabrina swoon. Graham caught her, and took her to the bed. He looked in her eyes, and it always felt like he knew what she needed.
Whether it was to be loved or fucked.
He finished undressing, and she idly caressed herself as she felt her body heat with memories of things they had done together. He pressed himself behind her on the bed, and Sabrina eased into him. His body hot and familiar to her, she rubbed herself against him. Dry humping in a way. Graham pulled her nipples, and spanked them her breasts. Sabrina heard her deep groan, and acted like the animal she was.
Because that is all that humans are at the end of the day..

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Wicked Wednesday #328 — Someday

Today was someday for Eliza.
She listened to the click of her heels on the floor of her apartment, turned on the lights, and threw everything in her hands onto the couch. She studied herself when she walked into the bathroom. Her hair had grown longer, she had gained a bit of weight and she was tan from all of the time she had spent on the roof with Rafe at La Vie Est Belle. She smiled as she placed the toiletries that she bought from the hotel on her bathroom sink. The rose-scented toiletries that Rafe said that he loved the scent of on her, when he was on top of her and touching her wherever he wanted to.
It was amazing to be in that place with him, to know her place with him and not be anxious about their upcoming wedding. She knew that she was his secondary love, and she was fine with that.
After she placed all of the toiletries on her sink, she reached gingerly in the cabinet for the bottle. She did not have the same kind of pain from the accident that she had had in the beginning when Rafe, Ingrid and Jeanne nursed her back to life. And Terrence to some degree…but she still had some residual pain, and she still needed her pills. They made her feel like she was floating on a cloud. Made her feel like she was in another galaxy, made her forget about everything, but wanting to feel pleasure.
Sitting on her bed, she pulled her slip up over her head and lie naked on the cool sheets. She ran her hands over her breasts, caressing them almost absently but not because she could feel the pleasure the softness of her skin and she still smelled rosy like La Vie Est Belle. Rafe smelled like roses like her too, when they left holding hands after their shower at the hotel.
He had caressed her breasts like she was caressing them now, their circumference filling but light.
More clouds.
Eliza smiled, as she slowly drifted on her cloud to her other galaxy.
Someday was today…

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Masturbation Monday No. 210 — Sexy Maid

Graham looked at her body, it was more than just a glance. He studied her like a piece of art—her fingers tugging at her nipples and between her legs.
Her touch of her body was not sexual, it was just comfortable and nerves.
Sabrina knew that Pretty Woman was—she had lived it. When she met Graham, she was a high class escort—that was how she had met Carole. And the two of them often worked together.
She worked with Graham alone though, and she was nervous. On his file, he had ticked that he liked role play and would like a naughty maid among other things in his hotel room. Sabrina dressed the part, she found something both sexy and even looked sexy to herself. She played around with a feather duster, and took pictures of herself in the bathroom. Even texting one to Graham, while he was on his way. When he got there, he looked at her much like he was looking at her now. With reverence, and looked unsure what to do.
Then: she stood like she was a statue, like she was porcelain and he touched her like she was. Until his touch was incendiary. They both were ignited from his most simple caress of her collar. She dropped her feather duster, as he played with her lacy collar and kissed her. He raised her arms up over her head, and pulled on her collar and it was almost like he was delicately choking her…
Almost.
Her hands up over her head, she could not touch him but she used the rest of her body to let him know she was playing along. Her tilted pelvis caressed his, and he wrapped his arms about her hips. She kept her arms above her head, as he kissed her again.
“Hold your feather duster,” he breathed, as he picked it up and handed it to her.
She saw herself in the mirror, across from them, holding the feather duster. Her face not covered by her phone like in her selfies, but glowing as he knelt before her. Sabrina held the feather duster for dear life, as she rode his face. Her scent wafted up to her, and she could feel she was creaming as he lapped her.
Like she was cream.
Now: she moved her hands from her body, and pulled on her robe.
“Why now? Why today? Where have you been Graham?” she interrogated him.

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