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Wicked Wednesday #324 — Uniform

Rafe felt like he was in the middle of one of the melodramatic movies that Eliza had begun to watch on her iPad. She did not move a lot, but at the least she had stopped crying as much as she had been.
He knew that she did not want him there, but she was too weak to fight him. She slept a lot, and when she was awake she let him feed her when she bothered to eat.
But it was the uniformed Ingrid, standing in the middle of the living room that caused him the most grief. It would be his luck that the one time he slipped while he and Eliza broke up this time, that he would have had something fleeting with the woman who would end up being her nurse.
Ingrid was legitimate in her concern for Eliza, she had been caring for her while she was in a coma. When Rafe was called and appeared, Ingrid looked startled. But she masked it by being professional while Eliza was around. When Rafe asked about what he would need to do as her primary caretaker, Ingrid told him in painstaking detail about the care of the cuts and bruises Eliza had suffered—dressing and cleaning them. Giving her her pain medication, her diet—all of this Ingrid detailed patiently.
“I did not expect to see you again?” Ingrid started after she was done.
Rafe shook his head in agreement, and they both just stared at each other.
Rafe had been in a business meeting at a bar uptown, he was feeling particularly low and had definitely had more to drink than he should have. He was focusing more on Eliza, and only occasionally went to this Lila who was now the bane of his existence’s apartment where she dominated him.
When he saw Ingrid, he saw she was looking at him shyly. She was at the bar with two other people, but she was riveting. Her hair was pulled up and she looked retro, but current and beautiful. They just exchanged looks at first, but graduated to him offering her his hotel room card. She did not have to use it, because she was kissing him and touching him as he opened the door. Her warm breath went through his shirt, and her hand was on his thigh.
Now he looked at her, and she looked like a scrubbed down version of herself from that first night.
“Me either,” he said, looking at her with slit eyes so he could barely see Eliza in the background. Ingrid in all white was a blur, but in his full vision.

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Masturbation Monday No. 206 & KOTW — Ashes

Sabrina felt trapped in the corner of the booth beside Drew, as she looked at Damaris and Gui across the table. It was startling how much Damaris looked like Carole, and how even though they were nothing alike, they had the same mannerisms and voice.
Drew was relaxed as he kept her to the side, he knew she would be still at his side. This game they were playing. Of course he knew who she was, and how long would she pretend to be another incarnation of herself?
Finally, Gui took Damaris’ hand, and she followed him like she would follow him anywhere. Sabrina still was shell-shocked watching them be a couple, when Carole’s ashes were on the table. It was all in a box, with Carole’s name peeping out of the side. It was callous to see her name on the cardboard box.
That was what was left of her friend.
She had not even realized that she had been crying, until she felt Drew’s hand on her face almost like a slap because she had turned so suddenly to face him. He had slapped her face during sex before, he had caressed it delicately and slapped her as she was about to come. She could not decipher the sensation between pain and pleasure as he had done so. It had not been a hard slap, but enough to make her look at him
“I want to see your eyes on me,” he had commandeered.
“I am sorry for your loss,” he said presently, his hand on her knee.
Sabrina looked down at the table, felt the weight of the it shift as Damaris took Carole’s ashes off of it. She looked at Drew as he had wanted her to when he slapped her during sex. He looked like liquid in her eyes, because she was between tears.
“Thank you,” she said, and he kissed her. They were alone now, and she was grateful for it. The things that lips said when pressed together, was a soft litany that brought peace to her.
He pulled her close to him.
“I died when you left, you know? I died when you left, I was so in love with you and you left me,” he murmured.
He blurred in her eyes as the tears came full into her eyes, and fell warm above her cheeks. She was sad about Carole, and guilty about Drew. Even without looking at him, she could feel that she had killed him. She could feel the blood warm, that she made seep out of him.
She remained silent.
“I have a hotel room, I am not going to ask you. But here is the room card…” he started.
He got out of the booth, and she watched his long legs walk away.
Frozen for a second, she followed him.
She did not want to be alone.
He slapped her softly to make her look at him, when they were in bed. He slapped her face, her breasts and between her legs as if to wake her up.
The blood on the surface made her feel alive, before he even slipped into her. When he entered her, she felt the depth of his emotion like fire and she slapped him. His cheek was rough under her palm, and he took her hand. Kissed it, and moved as deep into her as he could.
Sabrina felt sure that when he left her body, she would be cold as a corpse.

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(Flash and) Fleur Friday No. 9

Jeanne sat next to Terrence on her couch, she gave him a minute when he came to her apartment to take her to see Eliza. Terrence texted her to let her know that Eliza had been a passenger in a car accident, that she she saw on the news because of Eliza’s semi-celebrity status.

“I know, I’d been texting her to make sure she was okay,” Jeanne stated.

Terrence explained that she was not really okay, that she was taken to her apartment by her ex-fiancé who had reluctantly told him that Eliza was with him. He was only allowed a few minutes in her apartment, and he said he would come back.

“I think that she might like to see you. But I have to warn you, she is in really bad shape. This is not her first accident, she did not break anything but she is in a lot of pain.”

Jeanne agreed to have Terrence take her to see Eliza, but it felt awkward. But she was her sister, and she wanted to support her. She was all that was left of the father she would never know, and she wanted to get to know Eliza.

Terrence looked like hell when he got to her apartment, which was why she told him to sit down. She sat beside him for a moment, when he got a text.

Come back, was all Eliza had texted him.

Jeanne was startled when she picked up her own phone, and saw Eliza’s name.

Jeanne, sorry to have not texted sooner. I was in an accident, I’m okay, but recovery is hard. I would love to stay in touch with you, but it will be a while before a night like the last one we had!

“Let’s go,” Jeanne said with full resolve.

Eliza needed her.

Jeanne was not prepared at all for the injured body of her sister lying in bed. She was propped up, and her face was blank. Lacking all of the light she had known of it.

And there was a man, dressed in a suit minus the jacket that was thrown on the backseat of his chair. He looked at Jeanne for a very long time.

“I am Eliza’s friend, Jeanne,” she extended her hand.

“I am Rafe, I am taking care of her. Nice to meet you, thank you for coming. You too Terrence,” Rafe turned around to look at the other man.

Jeanne heard the reluctance in his voice. Standing between the two men, Eliza’s life seemed like something ripped from the screen of a soap opera.

At that moment, Eliza saw her and through the pain there was a small smile. Jeanne smiled back, as the sun gleamed on Eliza and the big city outside.

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Wicked Wednesday #323 — Passenger

At first, she could not feel her body. It was like she was not even there. Then she felt she was prone, and in a great deal of pain. The realization of pain rushed in like flash floods, during a torrential rainstorm. Eliza felt the tears on her cheek, as everything started to come back to her.

She had been a passenger in a car, she only remembered when it flipped. Everything after that was a blur.

“Are you awake?” A young woman in white was sitting next to her, and beaming.

Eliza blinked, and as if the nurse understood she squeezed her hand which Eliza now realized she was holding.

“I have been by your side since you arrived. I have done everything for you, because I knew you would come back. I knew!”

Eliza kept blinking, she hurt too much to do anything else.

And then she remembered Rafe.

She got into the car that crashed because she saw him, and the driver collided with another car on the highway.

When she thought she was safe.

It was her second car crash, and this time felt worse than the other one. She was still because she was afraid to move, afraid to do anything.

She was terrified.

And then there he was in the flesh.

Rafe.

He was holding a bouquet, and looked like he had not slept for days.

“I’ve come to take you home,” he said.

Eliza started to cry.

The young nurse caressed her arm, and wiped her face with a delicate handkerchief that Rafe handed her from his suit.

Eliza cried more.

She cried even more when she was back in her apartment with Rafe, but she could not say anything because she was helpless. The doctor had told her she had not reinjured any of her previous wounds, but she was thoroughly battered. She had hit her head, and her face was swollen again. She looked like a monster.

She cried all of the time, and found comfort rubbing a scar from the previous car crash on her leg.

She did not touch her phone, but she wanted to talk to Adrien. This reminded her of the accident they had encountered.

“Eliza,” Rafe held her, and she cried again. She did not want to be with him, but he had come and she could not take care of herself. She was so angry at him still, running away from him had caused this.

She choked on her tears, and he tried to soothe her. She felt like the author in Misery, she was afraid to be at Rafe’s mercy.

He acted like her life without him had been make believe, and he was amending everything.

She almost wanted to die.

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Masturbation Monday No. 205 — Sunset

Sabrina had not expected that she would go to London as soon as she had, but here she was in the chapel sitting next to Gui. The pretty floral urn with gold leaves was beautiful, and Sabrina felt the tears swell in her eyes again.

When Gui called her and told her that Carole’s badly decomposed body had been found in her apartment slumped over her bathtub, she had been shocked silent. She nodded over the phone as if he could see her, and blinked. She finally found her voice after a long silence, and it flooded with tears.

It appeared that she probably had slipped and fallen, and no one had found her until the smell of her decomposition had become noticeable to her neighbors. Her sister had identified her body, and called Gui because she knew that he and Carole were still relatively close. Gui called Sabrina, to let her know what Damaris would call her.

Damaris looked like Carole, she had the same features and the same hair but a more refined and elegant manner. Carole had been beautiful, but looked more bohemian. Damaris looked like money.

Sabrina hugged Damaris when she arrived, and started crying anew. Damaris squeezed her,

“I think you were more of a sister to her than me.” she confided to her.

Sabrina sobbed inconsolably. She had not spoken to Carole since Carole had declared her love for her. With the trace pills consumption that had been found in the toxicology report, Sabrina wondered if Carole’s death was as accidental as they wanted to believe.

It was at the bar later, that Damaris’ prim and proper demeanor broke down. She sat next to Gui in the booth at the quaint bar in Camden Town, and his hand slipped between her legs. It was obvious that she was about to have an orgasm, and Sabrina could not stop staring. Gui looked at Sabrina with a helpless expression, as Damaris looked down at her beer and idly flicked a nipple through her dress. After she came, Damaris excused herself and went to the ladies’ room.

“We grieved together, and she looked so much like Carole. Damaris wanted to be with me because I had been with Carole, to feel closer to her. It was wild, but we did it and it felt good so we keep doing it.”

Sabrina nodded, she was no judge of anyone.

Gui stood up, and embraced a man in a suit. When the man turned around, Sabrina gasped and the man’s eyes darkened.

“Sabrina, this is Drew. Drew, this is Sabrina.” Gui said obliviously.

Sabrina looked down, as Drew nodded. He sat next to her in the booth, crushing her to the wall.

Damaris walked back to the table, as Drew placed his hand on her thigh and Sabrina burned where he touched her.

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Fleur Friday No. 8 — Traditional

Mal was asleep beside her, and Jeanne was somewhere between sleep and wake. Her drowsy eyelids grazed his warm skin and made her feel drugged with tiredness.

“What’s wrong?” Mal whispered, rubbing her cheeks softly under the eyes. Jeanne did not even realize that tears had formed, she pressed her face to his now damp from her tears skin.

“Someone died.”

“I am sorry, was it someone you were close to?”

Jeanne closed her eyes.

“My father.”

Mal wrapped his arms about her, and she sunk into his embrace with a mixture of emotions.

“Were you close? I am not close with my parents…”

“I never met him.”

His embrace tightened about her.

“I grew up with my mom, and she never told me or my father that the other existed. When she died, I found out in her papers.”

“I am sorry.”

Jeanne rolled onto her back, and Mal rolled with her looking into her eyes.

“I have a sister, but she does not know what we are sisters. I went out with her and this guy, and she told me her father was dead—which meant my father was dead and I almost lost it. I did not expect to have such strong emotions about it. I mean I never knew him…”

“But it was your father nonetheless,” Mal said somberly, looking in her eyes. The sun peeked into his eyes with light, and she was riveted.

She nodded.

“You are the only person I have told besides Karys.” Mal nodded, she saw a soft twist of his lips because he knew Karys was important to her. Now she had told him he was important too, and she was ambivalent about it. But she continued. “I am glad that you are with me, I didn’t realize that I did not want to be alone.”

“And you did not call me, I came because I missed you.”

Jeanne nodded, and ran her hands through his hair. He leaned forward, and it all fell into his face.  She used her hand to clear the hair from his face, and looked into his sun-filled eyes.

Her emotions for him were staggering, and she was anxious. When she had strong feelings like this, things usually did not go well. She had had traditional and non-traditional relationships, and none of them had gone very well. Looking into his eyes, while he searched hers felt so intimate. When she closed her eyes, his still burned into hers.

Her pretty, pretty Mal.

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Wicked Wednesday #322 — Tradition

Rafe came from a traditional family, his mother and father had been married for a long time. His departure from this was inexplicable, his departure from that tradition caused his separation from his fiancée.
This was his third end of engagement from Eliza, and he was shell-shocked at first because he did not want to end their engagement. He had proposed to her because he wanted to marry her, and because he could not imagine his life without her. Now here he was, alone again without her and there was nothing that he wanted to do but be with her.
But this time he was not going to chase her, this time he was going to give her the space that she needed. The last time he made it too much about him. This time he was going to let her see that she wanted to be with him too. That she had agreed to marry him because she wanted to spend her life with him.
He saw her in newspapers, she looked happy and was with the same guy when she was with a guy. He knew that guy, and he was sure that he was happy to swoop right in. Who would not be happy to swoop right in, and take Eliza? She was the type of woman that you wanted forever.
The pictures of himself that he saw in the newspaper, he looked like a caricature of himself. He looked like a stern business man—and he was always alone. Did Eliza note that he was alone in all of his photos?
His father even called him, and asked him what was going on and what was he going to do? Rafe explained that he was waiting, that he was going to get her back. She was his, and she would realize it on her own.
He was not much of a gambler, but this was biggest gamble of his life and he had to win it.
He had to get her back.

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Masturbation Monday No. 204–Serpentine

Sabrina cut her finger on the edge of the cardboard Drew—it was like the card that he gave her was a thorn in her purse. But she could not compel herself to throw it out, maybe it was because of the memory of sex with him she had had most recently, the most bizarre role play of all. Or if it was because she was starting to realize that she was not invisible like she seemed to think she was.

She had an affect on people, and she could not even go to London, because she and Carole were not really on speaking terms. She had been silent when Carole told her how she felt about her. She had been shell-shocked really. Sabrina had not imagined anything between them. She thought Carole was just her only and really close friend. Being in love and loving each other, was not something that she had imagined between them.

Carole took her silence as a rejection, and they had barely spoken since.

Should she maybe take the pilgrimage to London to face her demons, and what she had done?

Or should she just let sleeping dogs lie?

She was not sure what she should do, as she watched the blood seep from her finger.

“What happened?” Harry walked into the room, and took her hand.

She looked at him, as he took her finger in his mouth. It was a weird kind of communion watching him take her blood in, and she was mesmerized. Should she let sleeping dogs lie, and try something real with Harry? Would she want him to go through what she had put everyone else through?

“I pricked my finger,” she said quietly, looking at him taking in his eyes. His eyes were calm like the ocean unstirred, as he looked at her. Did she want to make a storm in them?

She kissed him, and tasted her blood on his lips nothing like the wine of a communion. They tasted of blood. She pressed her body to his, and rubbed herself against him. His eyes remained calm, although his lips parted in mirth.

“You are a demon,” he said, and it seemed his lips did not move.

Did he really say that?

She decided to move serpentine about his body. Her hands like the tongue of a snake, lapped at his belt until she moved it from his waist in a swift movement. His body was calm, but between his legs she found his emotion. He was hard and hot, and waiting for her.

Serpentine on her knees, her tongue flicked out like a snake’s. The first lash of her tongue on his shaft, and she saw him turn wild like a turbulent sea.

She was a demon maybe, she thought. Harry knew her too well…

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(Flash And) Fleur Friday No. 6

Jeanne was in a daze between the wine, and the incredulity of the fact that her father was dead. The father she never met was dead, and it was a startling revelation. She hoped she covered up nicely enough, when Eliza took her hand and asked if she was okay. When she left Eliza and Terrence for a car home, and arrived there she felt numb during her shower.

She went right to sleep.

When she woke up in the morning, she had a need for release. Much like she had had the other time she went to Mal’s apartment. But she was too lazy to go to his place, so she rolled around in her bed. She was startled when she heard her buzzer, and she pulled the eye mask she wore to sleep up over her head. She was naked because she did not believe in anything but her and the sheets in bed, as she walked to the door.

“Hello?” Her voice was groggy—froggy really—and her incidental French accent was thicker than usual.

“Fleur?”

Jeanne buzzed Mal up, she did not get dressed and she did not remove her mask from over her head. She opened the door, and the sight of him in a t-shirt and jeans, and his long hair twisted up left her speechless.

“I need you,” he said, and wrapped his arms about her body.

She needed him too, she needed him and things that she could not name or did not even know. She stood on her bare tiptoes, and kissed him. He pulled her into him running his hands over her body, with the intimate knowledge he had acquired from being with her. He knew that caressing her ribcage made her chuckle, but prolonged it made her groan. His pressed his hand on her hip, and kissed her neck and shoulders.

“I want to leave marks on you,” he said, after a long kiss on the round of her shoulder.

Jeanne nodded, and took his hair out of its twist.

“You can do whatever you want to me…”

Driven by lust, they moved together and Mal placed her eye mask back over her eyes. Jeanne felt a lascivious thrill, with the loss of her sight. Her heart raced, and Mal kissed and licked there. Then the racing of her heart pounded between her legs. He pulled her leg up, and she wrapped them around his body, which meant she had to trust him so she would not fall.

He did not let her fall…

Jeanne is burying her grief is lust with Mal this week, Eliza was thinking of Jeanne as she fulfilled her own lust. And Sabrina well, she experienced lust as usual. Follow all of my ladies for their sometimes interconnected stories.

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Wicked Wednesday #321 — Lust

Terrence’s tongue felt like water bobbing around her when she was perfectly still. Eliza closed her eyes, and fondled her breasts as she sat on his face. He had been looking at her all evening like if Jeanne was not there, he would have placed her across the table and fucked her for everyone to see.

Not caring at all.

The way he made her feel now, Eliza was conflicted. She felt pure lust for him, but at the same time she was not sure how she felt about his relationship with Lila. Rafe had explained to her that Lila was a dominatrix, and that he only utilized her for business. Eliza laughed. The business of sex that he did not want to share with her? Did Lila dominate Terrence as well? But he had been in a relationship with her, so was that completely different?

And then Jeanne. Eliza saw Jeanne’s eyes fill with tears almost when she said her father was dead. Jeanne was reserved for the most part, even as she was open and receptive…to see her face filed with emotion was startling in that instant.

“Are you okay?” She had asked, swallowing her wine, putting her glass down and taking Jeanne’s hand in hers.

Jeanne looked awkward, as she nodded.

Terrence’s foot had been between her legs for awhile at that point under the table. He paused with Jeanne’s show of emotion, but resumed as soon as Jeanne said she was okay.

Eliza pinched her nipple, and ground into Terrence’s fingers slipping into her other wet hole. His tongue darting in and out of her front, and his fingers in the back made her convulse with pleasure. She wanted not to come undone as she did, but she did and she could feel his smile of satisfaction against her lips as her kissed as they pulsed.

She was still so sexually attracted to him even thought he had hurt her more than he knew he had, and more than she had expected him to.

She dug her nails into his shoulders, and he grunted with pleasure even as she knew she had to be hurting him a bit. Maybe he liked that more than she thought…maybe Lila dominated him like she dominated Rafe. And it made her want to hurt him, just to see if it would drive his lust…

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