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Wicked Wednesday #302 — Games

Oscar did not want to play games with Eliza.

He took her to their bar, and Josephine looked at him because even now as hostess she had bartending intuition. Oscar gave Josephine a generous smile, that was far from how he had felt.

Eliza had not observed the exchange, and when he told her about Sally she looked like the wind was knocked out of her. Her response to him startled him.

“So basically you made her appear out of the thin air—you are a magician!” she burst into harsh laughter.

She sat back on her stool, and clapped her hands before she picked up her scotch.

Oscar studied her face, as he ran his hands over his.

“It felt like that almost, I was not expecting her and then there she was.” He looked at her sheepishly.

“And she still has the same effect over you,” Eliza nodded. “So now I have to share you with her.”

Oscar stilled. He could not read Eliza at all, she came off as flippant but she did not seem upset. She had survived Polly after all, and now along comes Sally.

Sally who texted him now—he did not want to play games with her either, and had told her about Eliza. Sally had shrugged,

“I am always a complication for you,” she had sighed. “But we can’t seem to stay apart either.”

Did you tell Eliza? Does she want to meet? To see that I am not a ghost? You make it seem like she might think I am a ghost?

“Is that her?” Eliza pointed to his phone.

He nodded.

“She wants to meet up with you, to show you…she is not a ghost. I told her all about us and how unbreakable we have been, when we should have broken a thousand times already.”

“Unbreakable.” She stared at him for a long time, her hand on his. “She can come, your ghost can meet us…”

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Masturbation Monday #184 — Aquatic

Sabrina was wet, she felt the stickiness between her legs and shifted carefully in the backseat.

She had been wet on the plane, and she was even more wet now thinking that she was closer and closer to Harry. He would have picked her up at the airport, but she wanted to see him so much that she took an earlier flight.

To get to him faster.

She got to the apartment, opened the door and did not even turn on the lights. Softly placing down her suitcase, she tiptoed to the bedroom and there she paused. Harry must not have been home. Slowly, she stripped and threw all of her things this way and that way. She was not the neatest person.

She clutched a pillow to her nose from the bed, and his scent soothed her before curling up in the bed with it.

The next thing she knew, Harry was beside her. He was blurry like in a dream, but the stickiness from her mouth indicated to her that she had been asleep.

“Sleeping beauty,” he whispered, and she knew he had missed her as much as she had missed him. She did not look like a sleeping beauty. She was drooling, and half naked but Harry pulled her close to him and she felt like something beautiful.

Half asleep, she was wet again. Her thighs were sticky and the promise of him inside of her made her run like a river.

Sabrina dipped into the mattress, as Harry got on top of her. He kissed her neck slowly, and half knelt between her legs which she intuitively spread for him. His whispered words were soft and unintelligible, but she understood them in conjunction with with his touches and kisses that he missed her and loved her too. His entrance inside her body she accommodated and embraced. Her body wrapped about his like she had more limbs than the four she surrounded him with. Like she was an aquatic species, their love felt like the ocean at its wildest at times, and at its calmest.

The soundtrack of their breathing after calmed her, they did not have words. They had said everything with their bodies that she felt.

“You’re early,” he said, the first coherent speech he formed since he woke her and called her Sleeping Beauty.

“Yes, I missed you.”

“I missed you.”

He pulled her close, and Sabrina took a deep breath. Fear filled her, love was always such a scary emotion for her inside and outside. How would this play out, she had left him and it was too much. Now she was with him again, and it was still too much…but she did not want to go anywhere—yet she did not know how she could stay…

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Wicked Wednesday #301 — Coffee

Coffee?

Oscar felt heat go through his fingers, after he read the text from Eliza. He put the phone down, knowing he was going to answer her later.

Now, Sally was naked, her hand between her legs and her eyes on him because she wanted him there. That was a quiet message from her as she played with herself, before he moved her hand and sucked her fingers. Her taste as familiar and as comforting to him, as any comfort food. She moaned as he sucked her fingers, which indicated to him how much she wanted him.

He wanted her. She had not put on her clothes since they got here, and he could not keep his hands off of her. He had fucked her front and back, both intensely pleasurable to both of them. He could say he fucked her, but she knew how to move against him that it felt like she was topping from beneath him. And when she was on top, he was her plaything.

Looking at her, as he sucked her finger he wondered how they were going to fuck this time.

This time, they both knelt on the bed and looked at themselves in the mirror because the room was filled with them. And Sally liked to watch, so he kissed her and turned her face so she could watch him fuck her. She smiled, a lewd happy smile that made him want to shove harder and harder into her—he knew she could take it. Sally pounded on the wall as she came, and someone on the other side pounded back. They laughed, as she pressed her cheek to the wall. Oscar pounded himself on the wall, when he came later—they both pounded, and then took each other’s hand.

They were lying tangled within the sheets, still not able to keep their hands off of each other. Sally caressed his cheek.

“Are you okay?” she asked, caressing his chest.

He nodded.

“You?”

She kissed his chest.

“Hungry? Do you want coffee?”

Sally gestured to the coffee machine in the hotel room. Oscar shook his head, he did not want coffee now. He was going to have coffee, or maybe something stronger with Eliza when he was back in the city. Something warm or strong to sip, while he told her about Sally. The ghost that he felt he resurrected, when he told her that she was out of the picture and just a fond memory.

His memories were fonder and had now multiplied, as he got hard again and Sally was at the ready to take care of it.

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Masturbation Monday #183 — No Words

“Time to tell your love story.”

“Bull in the Heather” Sonic Youth

Sabrina looked at Carole’s expectant face, and she was not able to come up with a word. She had pried Carole’s love story out of her, but there was not a word that she was able to put together to describe her own. She ran her hand over her face, and looked at her friend.

“I know there is a guy, a new guy in New York,” Carole insisted. “Tell me! I told you!”

“It’s not romantic, not traditional, it just is a thing that I am in…” Sabrina said softly.

The way they met was not romantic—Harry on the stairs, while she was having sex with her apartment door open with Ben. Her flashing Harry from her kitchen window. It was lewd, and bizarre that it ended up being what it was—what it is.

“”What are you afraid of? Why don’t you want to tell me?” Carole caressed the inside of her wrist, and looked into her eyes. “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

Sabrina’s eyes widened at her friend.

“The truth is I do not know what I am afraid of, I don’t know why I keep running from everything that makes me happy.”

“Does he makes you happy?”

Sabrina nodded.

Carole smiled at her,

“Then you will figure it out. Come on, let’s go back to the hotel. Gui will be back soon.”

“You don’t want to be alone with him?”

Carole stood up, and smiled at her.

“Not yet.”

Sabrina was happy for Carole for distraction. She was without a doubt her best friend, and she was good as a lover too. Sabrina sat up in the bed, again the Eiffel Tower was in her sights. She drank in the vision of the tower with the same passion, that Carole ate her out. Carole was particularly good at it, and it did distract her. She looked down at Carole, and it turned her on to watch the skillful way that she flicked her tongue about her clit. She saw her own hips rocking, and she dug deep down into the mattress so she could brace herself and not fuck Carole’s mouth. But Carole liked that, she grabbed her hips and Sabrina rocked and fucked until she came.

Again.

She and Carole lie together after, kissing and touching softly.

“Is that all you girls did all day?” Gui questioned when he arrived, as he undid his tie.

“And wish that you were here,” Carole giggled.

Gui knelt onto the bed, and pulled Carole to him. Her kiss swollen lips pursed, as he kissed her and tickled Sabrina’s toes in greeting.

Sabrina rolled over onto her side. It was her turn to watch, as Carole got fucked. It was clear that she and Gui had been waiting for their pairing all day and they could not resist it another moment now that they were finally together. Sabrina stared at where they joined, and watched with envy. Thinking about Harry. Their love story had no words she thought, it just was…

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Wicked Wednesday #Happy 300 Marie!!!

They were about 300 miles from New York. Sally had left one of the cards for her hotel door downstairs for him, Oscar slipped the card into the door, and he knew it was juvenile but it was the same way he was going to slip into Sally.

Sally was on the bed, her legs spread and semi-nude. Oscar adored the bits of lace that he saw, as she pulled her hair up into a faux knot. He got hard, every time he looked at her since he met her he wanted her.

When they had been younger, after they had broken up, she would come to him. When she was younger as large as her breasts were, she barely wore a bra because they were full and perky and she hated the restraint. Once he came inside his pants from just looking at her.

He would get her naked quickly, and they would be in bed indefinitely. It was a repeated cycle because he could not deny her.

Now, he walked to the bed and she looked up at him as she took off her bra, and spread her legs more. Only the bra and suspenders were about her hips. Her thong and stockings were on the bed. He needed to be inside her, he did not even have time to take off his suit.

Sally opened her mouth, when he pulled out of his pants. The cooler than inside his pants air made his erection, twitch a bit and looking at her mouth made it twitch more. He closed her mouth with his fingers, and she looked longingly at him. The pre-come on his tip, Sally kissed it and then leaned back on the bed to get some lube. The lube they liked, which made it feel so good. He slipped on a condom, and in tandem they moved together as she applied lube and he got on the bed over her still fully dressed.

Sally licked his jacket and shirt like they were his skin, and grabbed his ass to pull him more into her. More into her, it felt too good. The way she moved under him made him wild, and he thrust faster and faster into her. He knew what she liked, and what her limitations were. He felt her break around him, and he groaned moving eventually into his own sweet end.

She curled up on top of him, his suit now damp with her come on his thigh, and he thought 300 miles away from New York…

This…

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Masturbation Monday #182 — Carole’s Story

There was something about Carole…

When the two women went out for lunch—when Gui had to go back to work and they went back to being American and British tourists, respectively—that was when Sabrina saw it plainly.

“You are in love with Gui!” Sabrina exclaimed and clapped her hands, the recognition shocking her like electricity.

Carole smiled shyly.

Nodded.

She put out her cigarette, and smiled at Sabrina before she fished for another cigarette.

“I did not want to be in love with him,” Carole smiled shyly. “We met on a train when I was having a day in Paris, and it was quick between us. The people around us were sleeping, and we went into the bathroom together. It was obscene how close were were to each other. I could see his pores, he could see the bumps on my nipples. It felt too good when he was inside me, because we were so close to each other.”

Sabrina took the offered cigarette from her friend, and inhaled as Carole went on.

“I was fine for a one timer, I did not think that he was going to give me his number, and we were going to meet in Paris over and over again. He came to London then, and Drew! I saw him with Drew! Of course Drew asked about you…”

Sabrina nodded, hearing Drew’s name was like having ice water thrown on her, but she nodded and encouraged Carole to continue with her love story.

And she did gleefully.

“Enough times in Paris, and I was not a stranger. He was not a stranger, and I felt so close to him. Wanted to be close to him all of the time, told him all of my secrets and about you. How long you have been my best friend. How beautiful you are… When you said you were coming here…he wanted to meet you.”

“But the two of you are magic,” Sabrina confessed in a cloud of cigarette smoke. “When you are together it is kind of like looking at the sun.”

Carole grinned.

“You were watching? You are making me feel like Carole Lombard—my mom named me after her and I am sure I told you! I feel like when Gui and I are together, it is like a screwball comedy.”

“Well at least the screw part!”

Carole playfully hit Sabrina.

“When he is inside me I surrender, he fills me up and silences everything negative inside me. It is like he is a light. Like we both can be with other people, but it is not like being together.”

Sabrina thought of what it felt like to be filled up with Harry. He had sent her a text in response to hers, a picture of himself. Even though he did not like to take pictures, his captured silhouette made her wet as fuck. Being with Gui had been a futile replacement.

“Now me your story ,” Carole said coyly. “Because I am not alone in love….”

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Sinful Sunday, Week 359 — All the Way Up

I have not done Sinful Sunday in forever, for infinite reasons that do not matter when I am inspired to do one. The brand of these socks is Marilyn Monroe, and they never stay this high up but I keep pulling them up until they dig into my skin…

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Wicked Wednesday #299 — Pirates

It was Sally’s birthday, February 29 and she always loved a huge party. But right now, she was sitting with Oscar. Just the two of them, and to be honest that was the way that he liked it best!

When they were younger, she wanted more of a crowd, more attention. She had a Pirates of Penzance themed party, because one of the characters in the movie had the same birthday as her. She made the party something of a costume theme, dressing up as the character Mabel in it and Oscar dressed up as her beau.

Right now however, she was soft and quiet beside him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly and adoringly, feeling like the younger man he was when he first met her.

Sally looked at him, a soft smile on her face.

“You’re beautiful, and i know you cannot say a man is beautiful but you are Oscar, you always have been..to me.”

He kissed her, he was afraid he was going to fuck her at the table.

He did not.

But he did kiss her, and slipped his finger between her legs deep into her very wet opening.

“You’re wet,” he said incredulously.

“I am always wet for you.”

He pushed his finger in and out, and he could hear himself moving down there because it was so quiet around them. Sally closed her eyes, and he could ell that she was about to come and he had barely touched her.

“Sally, I promised you a dinner sweet girl, but I will be your pirate later and plough you for all of your treasures right after. I am so happy you have a room here.”

“You are my treasure,” she said and wrapped her arms about him. I missed you.”

Feeling the softness of her body against him was almost too much. He stiffened from head to toe. Sally caressed his chest because he knew that she could tell his tells. She knew that he was hot for her. When he felt her reach under the table, he knew that there would be no secrets between them.

“Ready to order?” Their server said, and they pulled apart like horny teenagers who had been caught.

Oscar was just about ready for a meal that would feed a pirate…

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Masturbation Monday #191 — Selfie

it was not like she was on a mandatory excursion away from Harry, like a conference or something—but the minute that she was alone Sabrina was inspired. She stood in the window—naked—and tried to take a selfie with the Eiffel Tower.

The first few she took were candid, but the sunlight on her made them look extremely raw. All of her flaws were visible like HDTV. She looked like what she felt—forlorn and adrift…

She sat on the window sill which was sun-warmed for her bare ass, and took another picture. She used a photo editor on her phone, and wrote, “I miss you…” with a lipstick effect. When she was pleased with her edits, she hit “Done” and then “Send.”

Sabrina put her phone down, and there was a tear in the corner of her eye. But before she could indulge, Gui was back in the room.

“I thought—“ she started, and he silenced her with a kiss. His kiss was warm and tender, and Sabrina found that she needed a surrogate before she burst into tears and putting her arms around Gui made her calm.

Gui grabbed her breast and an ass cheek like they were ripe fruit, and climbed into the bed with her. She let him grip her body like fruit—she was sure she would be bruised if she was not already. His touch distracted her from her emotions. That was all she wanted, and she liked it somewhat rough. Clearly Gui had paid attention to this in his time with her…

Wordlessly, he arranged her so that she could give him head. He was beautiful, the girth that she liked and he was obviously hungry for her mouth. She kissed him there, before she sucked on the inside of his thigh. He moved slowly, but she ignored his manipulative gyration. She was going to do this the way that she wanted to.

“Is Carole watching?” she smiled, looking up at him from between his thighs, and realizing that she had been set up by her lovers.

Gui stilled, and laughed and she could feel all of his movement on his thigh.

“Mais oui cherie!” he answered, and burst into laughter.

Sabrina smiled, and looked at the mirror. She was going to give Carole a show, she was going to perform because performing blocked out her reality…

Later, she picked up her phone and saw Harry’s name on her screen. She never had a preview for her text messages, so it was just his name in bold and that was almost enough…

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Wicked Wednesday #298 — Time Travel

It felt like time travel for Oscar, when he left Sally and returned to his office. He had spent most of the afternoon with her and now he had a lot of work to do to catch up.

Polly walked by his door, and he was happy that they had had an amicable breakup. She walked in after a gentle knock.

“Late night got you too? We have food—do you want anything?” she questioned as soft as her knock on the door.

He smiled, and shook his head. He saw her study his eyes, and knew that she could read him.

“What is going on?” She questioned, sitting on the edge of his desk. “Looks like a woman, Eliza?”

Eliza was on his mind, but not the way that Polly thought. He was not sure what he was going to do about her. They had just started being intimate again, when he told her about Sally. Promised her Sally was a ghost. Then, like in an episode of The Twilight Zone, Sally appeared and he was with her all afternoon. It was like no time had passed between them, like they went right back into that place where they could not keep their hands off of each other.

It used to be so intense between them. He could not see any part of her body, without wanting to touch it and she said the same. She said if he had on a shirt and she could see any part of his chest, it made her practically wet because she thought about touching it and thought of how hard it was pressed to her body.

She made him feel like a man, Sally was the first woman to make him really feel like a man. Their relationship was the first serious and enduring sexual one he had ever had. And seeing her again, their lovemaking felt like picking up where they had left off.

Like maybe even they should not have left off.

“No Polly, this is not about Eliza,” he said quietly, and saw relief on Polly’s face. Polly knew what Eliza meant to him, but she never knew about Sally.

And he did not want to talk about Sally just then, Sally was still his little secret right now. He wanted it to just be his a little while longer.

On his phone, he saw that he had a text:

Eliza Morton

Thinking about you, missed you this afternoon…

He loved that she was not accusatory, he did not want to tell her about Sally…yet…

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