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Masturbation Monday #203 — Craving

Sabrina was curled on the bed, blanket pulled up over her so she could block out the sun. Her body still ruminated from what happened at the hotel between her and Drew.

She did not know if Drew knew it was her, or if he really thought that she was a lookalike that he had picked up. What he did to her was not something that she was sure he would do to a stranger, or something he would do because he was angry with her. He did not hurt her, but he was very rough which he had been with her before but not like this.

And she liked it, she liked it very much. She craved it now.

Her anus still felt like he was inside her. They had had anal when they were together, and he was careful to make sure she was ready for it. She was so wet when he pressed his tip to her hole, that he almost could have used it for lubrication. But he fingered her with warm lube that still made her shiver, as he eased it over her opening. Sabrina bit her lip hard, so she would not come as he applied it. When he was inside her, she bucked against him wildly and he spanked her once to an immediate orgasm.

Her backside was raw from the spanking with his hand and belt, and she still craved more. She wanted to see him again, and from the way that he held her tightly even as she slipped away from him she knew he was more invested than he was pretending not to be.

His card was in her purse, and her fingers burned for her to just touch the card—the cardboard version of him. Instead, she reached for her cell phone, clicked on the star icon for favorite people and pressed Jeanne’s name.

When Jeanne did not answer, she figured it was just as well. Maybe it was best for her to lie with her emotions…

She woke up later, naked and still ruminating with what she and Drew had done. She was in her apartment, so she did not have to worry that Harry would come and find her with swollen eyes from crying, even though she did not know why.

But she did know why, didn’t she?

Then she felt the heaviness pull her body down on her mattress, and she rolled toward Harry. Sabrina was surprised, she usually went to him. But he looked at her, and cradled her without asking questions. He kissed her temples and cheeks, and pressed her blanket-tangled nudity to his full three-piece suit.

And she stopped crying, her body uncurled from into itself and instead into Harry.

Sabrina is in a lusty mood, which happens to be the theme for this week’s Wicked Wednesday! On Wednesday Eliza will deal with lust, and on Friday, you will see why Jeanne did not have time to pick up the phone!

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Wicked Wednesday #320 — Symphony

Beethoven’s Symphony No. 5 was playing in the background while they waited for food at the cafe. Eliza looked at Jeanne a lot out of the corner of her eye. There was something about Jeanne, she reminded her of someone she knew. At first she could not place it, but then she realized that it was her father that Jeanne reminded her of.

Usually she did not make instafriends with someone, but she was doing okay with Jeanne. She was doing a lot of things his time that she had not done before. Now that she had broken up with Rafe again, and this time she meant it.

She went to the apartment while he was gone and took the things that she needed to live and left everything else. She did not want to fight with him or go through a lot, she just wanted to be separate. She ignored his calls, and this time he did not call as much as he had called her the last time they broke up. This was the third breakup, and this one was more major than the others.

“Are you okay?” Jeanne asked Eliza, turning to look at her as their food arrived.

Eliza had not even smelled the deeply fragrant food that had arrived which let her know that she had not really been sitting there, she had not been present. But she smiled and shook her head.

“I am fine, just a lot going on and I got caught up for a second. Would you like some of mine?” She offered her bowl to Jeanne.

The cafe was Italian and Japanese fusion, after the owner of the same heritage. The food was sensational. Eliza picked up her chopsticks, but nonverbally expressed she would not eat anything until Jeanne did.

That was what Jeanne did that was so similar to her father, well one of the things. She had a quiet manner, and impeccable manners. She was attentive to both Eliza and Terrence.

Terrence caught her eye, and Eliza looked at him squarely before starting to eat after she was satisfied that Jeanne had taken enough of her offered entree.

Then she disappeared again with each bite.

All of a sudden she was not so distraught about not being with Rafe anymore, which had been unfathomable just weeks ago. Eliza was intrigued how seamless their break had been. How easy it was this time, and how eager she was to have something new.

A completely new life with new experiences, and ultimately new people. Her mind raced with possibilities, and Beethoven’s symphony soothed her….

More Wicked Wednesday here, and see what Jeanne thinks of Eliza tomorrow for Fleur Friday!🌺🌷🌹

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Masturbation Monday No. 202 — Solicitation

Sabrina wandered in the area of the hotel, but did not go in. She did not know if she was going to see Drew—he gave her his card like she was going to seek him out. She had no intention of doing so…

…except there she was wandering outside like a prostitute. The prostitute that he had insinuated that she was when he pounded her in his hotel room like she was a stranger, when she thought that he must have know who she was.

She was caught up in these thoughts, when she walked right into him. He looked at her with the dark eyes that he looked at her with the last time they were together, and he held her now in the street because she almost lost her footing.

There was no conversation between them. Her being there was an admission that she wanted what had happened between then again. He took her hand like she was a girlfriend, like she was Sasha Grey or Riley Keough in The Girlfriend Experience. She had recollected her balance, and walked confidently in her high heels.

It was practically a routine that they had gotten down pat, after only the one time together. She put on the wig, and bent over the mattress after she pulled up her dress.

No underwear.

This was where the variation began. He caressed her ass for along time, before she heard him unbuckle his belt. He let the cool buckle of the belt rub up and down her ass, along the divide. She was so wet she was afraid that Drew could see, and would scorn her. If he did, he did not say a word as he spanked her with the belt and she tried to hide that she came immediately. She was that needy for the sensation—any sensation—and when he slipped inside her both of them groaned desperately with their need to be consumed by sensation.

Drew held her, spooned her over the bed, and would not let her go. Sabina needed that, she needed to feel him hold her and pull her close to him. After there was enough of that—well enough for her—she pulled down her dress and walked out of his hotel room. She did not want to linger with him for another second.

Between her legs held all of the evidence, as Sabrina strutted through and out of the hotel back into the sun like a spotlight on her.

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Wicked Wednesday #319 — Educate

Neither Eliza or Terrence could resist looking at her naked ring finger. They went to a cafe nearby the hotel that was now her home, and her naked finger seemed to be all the aphrodisiac that Terrence needed because he could not keep his hands off of her. His hand at her waist to usher her into every door he held for her, his hand for emphasis on her arms and thighs for even her sighs. He kept looking at her finger like it was inexplicable that her ring was not on it, even though she was telling him the story.

“You know, the first and only time I ever cheated on Rafe was when Oscar picked me up in a bar. I was miserable about my engagement even then, and I keep coming full circle.” she confided, taking a sip of her espresso. “And I broke it off before, but we got back together because we had been together so long and I could not imagine what it would be like not to be with him.”

“Do you still love him?”

Eliza stared at Terrence. The word love from his mouth was like a foreign language, she could not grasp the sound nor think of the letters that could form this word for such a nebulous emotion or action? What was love? Did she even know what love was? She needed an education on the word, and the notion.

When she looked away from him, her eyes caught those of a woman who was staring right at her from the street and there was something familiar about the eyes. The woman had eyes like her father, and that made Eliza smile at her. The woman continued to stare at her, and then turned and walked away.

Aside from looking like her father, there was something familiar about the woman like she had seen her before. Eliza felt her own frown with confusion, as she watched the woman walk away. There was something about her stride, and Eliza was sure that she knew her. She squeezed Terrence’s hand on top of her upturned one, and walked out of the the cafe to follow the woman who had almost turned the corner.

More Wicked Wednesday here, and if you want to know what happens after Eliza follows the familiar woman down the street, read my next Fleur Friday on when else, this coming Friday!

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Masturbation Monday No. 201, Kink of the Week, July 1-16

Sabrina wore the wig back to Harry’s. When she left the hotel after Drew, she did not wear it because there were people who would know she was Nichy if they saw her. But in his apartment, she realized that Harry would not have any idea who Nichy was.

When she walked into the livingroom, she played with the wig, as Harry studied her.

“What is with the wig?” he asked, watching her spit strands of the hair out of her mouth.

“I don’t know,” she said shyly and coyly at once. “I just felt like playing around.”

Harry stood up, pulled a handful of her hair into his fist, and kissed her.

This was what Sabrina wanted, this cocktail of passion and roughness.

Drew had been rough with her, but it had felt very different. It had felt like he had an agenda, it had felt like he wanted to hurt her. And for dizzying moments with all of the endorphins running through her, she wanted him to hurt her. He fucked her like she was a toy for his penis. Like she was a mold of the woman that wanted to imagine he was with, while realizing or not that he was with that woman. If she put her finger where he had been, she would still feel the hurt that he almost caused her while he pleasured her.

Harry pulled her closer, still with her hair in his fist and kissed her almost painfully. She wanted him to be rough. She wanted to be rough with him, her nails grazing his scalp. He grunted in response to her nails on his skin, and smacked her bottom as he pushed her onto the couch.

It was different with Harry than it had been with Drew. Harry was rough, but he was still considerate. He held her, and held her hand afterward. She looked in his eyes, and their color scalded her.

No matter how she wanted to pretend that he was not important, no matter how many people she was with, it was still Harry that scalded her memory.

Even as she resurrected Nichy, and he had no idea…

Her fingers on herself, she wondered what else Drew had that was meant to resemble her. Did he remember her cunt from memory, and have a toy made and maybe he caressed the wig she was wearing now while he fucked himself with it?

Had she scalded his memory?

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Wicked Wednesday #318 — Recreate

It was not a scene Eliza had ever intended to recreate, but there she was alone in a hotel room without her engagement ring.

Again.

It was the second time she took off her ring, and meant it.

She did everything all over again with Rafe, threw the ring at him screamed so much that her throat was sore but her eyes remained dry.

There was nothing to cry about.

And then a text from Terrence broke her reverie, and she thought that she would be nauseous. She felt like he was bad juju, that if Lila had never texted him she would not be in this place.

Alone, and wanting to be that way.

She put her phone facedown, because she kept seeing Terrence’s name.

Why was it that she had just called off her engagement—again—but she was upset about Terrence—again?

When she heard a knock at her door, she pinched her thigh because she had forgotten to turn off her GPS location so at the door could be a number of people who had access to where she was. Eliza could not pretend that she was not there, but she took her sweet time getting up and opening the door.

Terrence.

“Did you mean to visit Lila?” she practically spat, and was embarrassed by her vitriol.

Terrence looked at her puzzled, in the way that he did that was boyish and sexy, but right now she felt nauseous as she looked at him.

“What?”

She turned away from him, and heard him close the door behind him.

“Why was she calling you?”

Terrence’s expression switched from puzzled, to understanding.

“And the first thing is that I am involved with her again, right? I don’t have to lie to you Eliza. I thought we were honest with each other.”

“So now you are not seeing her?”

“No,” Terrence said stiffly.

Eliza chuckled darkly.

“Well good, because my ex is seeing her now so, I guess she cannot juggle you both!”

“What? Your ex?”

“The engagement is off.”

She raised her hand at him to show him her naked finger, and the gesture seemed obscene.

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Masturbation Monday (Happy) No. 200!!! — The Accident

It was an accident. Sabrina meant to call Jeanne. But she accidentally called Drew because she had been looking at his contact information on her phone, and she had hung up when she heard his voice. But he still called back.

“Hello?” His accent filled the line, and she hung up because that was not what she had meant to do.

It was equally an accident that she saw him at where else? Her own personal love hotel, where she had a foursome with Harry, Carole and Gui. Where she met Renee for a series of trysts, and now where she saw Drew. Should she really have been so surprised to see him there? He was friends with Carole, and for all she knew maybe they were sleeping together now.

When Drew saw her, he did not know right away who she was. But then he turned around, and really looked at her. Sabrina stared at him blankly, as if she thought a new hair color, fragrance and makeup would make someone who had been intimate with her forget who she was.

“Nichy?”

At this point, Nichy did feel like another person to her, someone she had been so long ago that she did not remember who that even was.

“Nichy?”

Sabrina shook her head, and Drew took her arm.

“You look exactly like a woman that I cannot forget…do you want to help me forget her?” He took in her scent, and wriggled his nose indicating that he was not familiar with her perfume. “Can you help me forget her?”
So it was an accident, when he took her to yet another room in this now legendary hotel to her, and started fucking her before they even got into the room. He lacked finesse, as he pulled her dress up and pressed himself to her.

This was how he took her when he could not wait anymore. When she wriggled her ass against him, he smacked it hard.

“Stop, you are going to make me come too fast. Wait, wait!” He panted.

Turning just her head to look at him, Sabrina saw him go into his suitcase, and pull out a wig…that looked like her hair did when she was Nichy. He thrust the wig into her hands.

“Put this on,” he demanded, and Sabrina did what he said. He studied her for a moment. “Perfect, now turn around.”

Sabrina turned around, and he felt between her legs.

“Soaking wet, were you waiting for me? Or did I take you away from someone else?”

Sabrina moaned as her fingered her, as he let his finger slip into her she cried out.

“Be quiet, I want to forget, and don’t look at me.”
Sabrina bit her lip, as he pushed into her. She tasted the blood as he rammed in and out of her. In and out, until she felt his hot come fill her and she gasped because he did not use a condom, and she was a little panicked.

Did she really believe that he did not know she was Nichy, while he fucked her like this?

When he was done, he groaned and pushed her away from him. He reached for his wallet at first, and then he laughed.
“You are not a pro are you?” he questioned. “Well not a whore, at least are you? That was pretty good.”

Sabrina looked at him, and shook her head. She excused herself into the bathroom to wipe away any evidence of the accident.

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While Sabrina was having an accident, Jeanne had her own hands full–introducing Fleur Fridays!!!

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Fleur Friday No. 2 — Les Fleurs du Mal

Mal with a naked face, lying on his side looking at her made Jeanne feel fragile. That was why he called her Fleur, a play on Baudelaire’s Les Fleurs du Mal.

She was his fleur–his flower.

“Your corpse flower maybe!” she would chide, but this time, she wanted to be fragile to him.

To be his flower.

She left Mal, a long kiss by his door, and ran her tongue over his lips like her tongue was lipstick for their finale.

On the street below, she still felt fragile but now she was alone. She was headed to brunch with her friend Karys. Karys was her closest friend, they talked all the time and had brunch often.

Karys always looked like the night before had been a long one. As a behavioral therapist, Karys had a very rough job at times. She had helped a lot of teenagers, but she had lost some. And on top of it, the reasons why Karys wanted to help others had a lot to do with her own upbringing. She was razor sharp about other people though, and read Jeanne at least like a book.

Karys was at the bar when she got there with a bloody mary. Her greeting kiss which caught Jeanne a little on the lips was spicy, and vodka laced.

“Morning babe,” Karys said, getting up as the hostess intuitively led them to their table.

Jeanne smiled when the same hostess looked between the two of them knowingly. People often thought that there was something between them. There was something, but it was extremely complicated. Jeanne just knew that they were going to be friends for life.

“So Mal is good, because his little Fleur is blooming!” Karys stuck out her tongue at her.

Jeanne stuck out her tongue, and licked her lips.

“Yeah, he is beautiful, it was hard to leave him.”

“You could have invited him.”

Jeanne shook her head. Her relationship with Mal was—complicated—what relationship in her life was not complicated? But Karys and Mal together might be a little too much for her at the moment. She ordered a peach bellini, and surveyed her friend.

“So how was your last night?”

Karys grinned at her knowingly.

“I don’t remember it all chronologically, but it was manageable and I had at least one orgasm so that is a win.”

“I had multiple…” Jeanne grinned, and Karys gave her a high five.

“We have everything you know? Good jobs with just enough edge, and good sex. What more can one want in their life? And no families to tie us down.”

Jeanne smiled down wanly at her peach bellini, as it was placed in front of her. What Karys said was right, but why did she always feel like there was more she wanted? Like her interests should be even more varied? What was she interested in doing next, or interested in starting to do?

Jeanne is my new character, for this new series. She is connected to Eliza and Sabrina, but her story is a standalone—take a look at their stories while you wait for more Jeanne!

Jeanne’s story will always use the latest prompt from Wicked Wednesday…

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Wicked Wednesday #317 — Interest

Her renewed interest in Lila had started because she saw that Lila had called Terrence, never would she have imagined that she would be here. That she would have waken up, and see Lila’s face looking like a dominatrix would appear on Rafe’s phone.

Rafe? Eliza immediately reached to attack him, when she realized she was pummeling the mattress.

Eliza was panicking as she got out of bed, and did not even see Rafe. Presently she saw Lila—and red.

She held his phone like it was on fire, and stormed over to him when she finally found him.

“Lila? Are you serious? Lila?”

Rafe looked at her, his face was bemused. He took the phone from her.

“We are still here? You checking my phone?”

Eliza took the phone, and threw it at the wall.

“No, you do not get to do that! You do not get to make it about me! That I was wrong! LILA?” she repeated indignantly.

“Who is Lila?”

Eliza strided across the kitchen, picked up the phone with its now cracked mirror and handed it to Rafe.

“TAKE A LOOK AT YOUR DAMNED PHONE! THAT IS WHO LILA IS!”

She threw the phone next to the pan where he was making breakfast, and Lila’s stunningly beautiful face was on his screen again.

Rafe looked down at his phone, This time his face was not bemused, this time he knew very well who Lila was. But now Eliza saw that the phone said Dom above Lila’s face. Maybe he did not know her name, but that did not make a difference! The face was Lila’s, and she felt nauseous.

“WHO IS LILA? I DON’T BELIEVE YOU! SHE IS CALLING YOU RIGHT NOW!” she started again, not completely convinced. Her fiancé was a good actor.

Rafe looked at his phone.

“This is Domino, I do not know who—any Lila.”

And then Eliza blacked out.

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And tomorrow, start reading my newest series, Jeanne! Find out how she and Eliza are connected.

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Masturbation Monday #199 —Prince Harry

“You like falling in love more than anything. More than loving or being in love, you love the sensation of falling,” Jeanne had said between her cigarette in one hand, and her gin in the other while surveying her friend.

Jeanne’s words stayed with Sabrina long after the two women parted. She did not see Jeanne often, but every time she did see her, she was falling for someone new. There she had been in the bar, getting day drunk and telling Jeanne all about Harry.

Because she was always talking about Harry.

Prince Harry, well the prince in her dreams, so her Prince Harry.

But could she imagine herself and Harry like the Royals? The big wedding, and everything that came with that? It scared her to be honest, and she was not sure why.

The commitment.

Jeanne’s words stayed with her, as she walked into their apartment. She could smell Harry was already there, deeper than just the top notes of his scent, she could smell his essence like smoke. Her nose followed the scent until she was just under his arm, her nose in the sweet pit of him. His scent raged like a fire, and he pulled her into his heat.

Sabrina hummed a French melody that Jeanne was hummed when they were together. Her French was awful, but she sang the words that she knew and Harry looked down at her.

“Did you meet with your French friend?” Harry questioned, looking into her eyes.

Sabrina nodded.

“That is my best French when I am with her. All the words I know, and understand.”

“Voulez-vous couchez avec moi?” Harry said, sticking his tongue out.

“Everyone knows what that means,” Sabrina whispered, leaning up and Harry leaned down more so their tongues touched.

And when their tongues touched, she needed more to touch. She kissed his chest, and dipped her tongue into the pit of his arm. She knew he was sensitive there. In response, he pressed her to the wall.

“You don’t like me to be gentle do you, you like me to be rough with you…”

He kissed the top of her head, as he pulled up her skirt. She could hear his finger click, as he touched between her legs with her wetness. She was already wet, neither one of them was surprised.

“You are always wet,” he said, and pushed his fingers into her mouth.

Sabrina could taste her own heat, and was afraid that she would combust, as he moved his fingers, and replaced them with his mouth.

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