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Eliza looked at the heart in her desk, it looked like it was bleeding. It was not the pretty heart drawn on typical valentines. It was an anatomically correct heart, and there were droplets of blood surrounding it on thick card stock.Her desk was otherwise pristine except for it. She caressed it with the tips of her fingers. It was all he could have left for her. In contrast to the dozens of roses that Rafe had given her in different colors.
Because Rafe knew that she loved them.
But it was the anatomically correct heart that pulled at all of her heartstrings.
Or at least she thought so, her heart was a chaotic place, and she held it as she looked at the heart and flowers about her like vine. She was tight with emotion.
Oscar walked into her office, and the breath whooshed out of her.
She was not sure why he was there, as she blinked.
And then he was gone.
Eliza rubbed her eyes.
She had not thought about Oscar openly for the longest time. Now she was having a mirage in the middle of her office…
And then she saw his name on her phone, and when she rubbed her eyes…it was not a mirage.
Oscar…
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Nichy and Tyler looked anxiously about the bathroom, him wanting to touch her as badly as she wanted to be touched. A quick glance to the door, before she followed him into the stall he had just left.The porcelain urinal reminded her of the Marcel Duchamps one, and she closed her eyes as he did indeed touch her. One finger, two, three. Nichy loved when he fucked her like that, and she thought about the time Graham fisted her. She trusted Tyler enough to explore that with him, but she did not want to tell him a lot more about Graham. Her relationship with Graham had detailed things that still aroused her deeply, but that she would not want to do again with anyone but him.
“You are always so greedy for my fingers,” Tyler whispered in her ear, and licked the soft part of her lobe. “I feel like I could maybe put my whole fist in you.”
Nichy came–between his finger on her slit and the idea of him fisting her, she came hard and without any predictable pattern. Her spasms spread at their own will, below her belly and she cried out even more with the erratic pleasure.
And Tyler had not stopped.
Pressed to the wall of the stall, Nichy closed her eyes. Tyler kissed her eyelids, and she was quiet as he probed her layered flesh making waves all throughout her body. She wrapped one arm about him so she would not swoon.
Her breath was ragged as she placed her foot on the toilet seat, so he could get a better angle of her. She was shameless in her desire, and asked for more.
“More,” she purred and kissed his neck. “I can take more…”
And she did…
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It felt like deja-vu all over again. Walking into their apartment, Rafe waiting for her barefoot by the doorjamb. Eliza looked at him, while she twisted her engagement ring on her finger. He watched her with a look of bemusement, as she took off her shoes and joined him in the hallway.
There was no need for them to say anything to each other.
Eliza took off the rest of her clothes, and Rafe followed behind her. He kneaded her shoulders gently, exactly where she needed to be touched.
So she could relax.
She was not having second thoughts about anything, about Terrence or Rafe.
She turned to look at Rafe, her lips parted and she wanted to say she loved him. But she did not need to make a sound, they did not need to make declarations that were evident in the way that they looked at each other.
There was so much between them. She closed her eyes, and then was overtaken by memories of what had just happened:
“I want you…” Terrence said, and pulled her close and looked into her eyes.
Her heart was gripped with love, as she stood naked and exposed in front of the man she was going to marry.
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Nichy was at the bathroom sink, when she saw Michelle walk out of the stall. She could not resist the throbbing of desire that began between her legs when she did. Michelle wore an opaquely transparent blouse, with a pencil skirt that hugged her hips. She smiled at Nichy who stared at her lips. Michelle wore the same color she had the night before, and it had no less devastating affect on her today as it had when they had been together.
Before Michelle could say a word, Tyler walked into the new unisex bathroom. Nichy shot him a look right away. It made her happy that he was not able to hide his awkwardness, but that it was with her intimate knowledge of him that she could tell that.
Michelle looked between them, smiled softly and washed her hands. As she placed her manicured hands under the hand dryer, the bathroom mirror captured the tension between them all.
Tyler looked at Nichy in the mirror, smiled and walked into the stall.
Michelle looked at Nichy in the mirror after she finished drying her hands. She ran her hands over her hips, and Nichy could not help but be riveted to her body that she had enjoyed herself wondering what Tyler had had. Michelle’s eyes were slit and smoky as she looked at Nichy.
Nichy looked at the stall, and then back at Michelle.
But Michelle was gone.
When Nichy looked back at the stall, Tyler walked out and looked at her. Nichy looked up at him, he watched her intently.
Would he ever tell her about Michelle? Would she tell him about her time with Michelle?
“I want to touch you,” Tyler mouthed.
She was swept away with the tenderness of his words, the warmth of his breath and the softness of his mouth. She wanted him to touch her where she still throbbed.
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“So just give me the highlights, what you said Eliza…”
Eliza looked at Terrence, and felt her face flush. She had fought for him with Rafe–and won! But she did not want to tell Terrence that dynamic just yet.
“We talked, and Rafe realized that he could not make ultimatums…”
Eliza felt as if she were on fire. She was not sure how after Rafe and Oscar, that Terrence had been able to slip under her skin like he had.
But he had.
And the way that he looked at her made her feel like a fire she needed to put out. The color of his eyes was the most astounding thing she had ever seen in her entire life. it was a language that she understood in all of its variations.
the darkness that filled them now was desire.
“I want you…” he said, and pulled her close and looked into her eyes.
Just him looking at her was one of the most intimate things she had ever experienced with a man she was with. she closed her yes when he blinked, and pressed her face into his chest.
“There is really nothing to tell,” she said caressing his chest. I am here with you now and that is all that is important…” she whispered into his chest.
Terrence held her closer and his body made her feel what was important. Thier desire on display, their emotions chaotic but calm while they were together.
Eliza wanted it, but she was afraid of everything. Afraid of what she felt, and what he felt.
Afraid of love as always…
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Nichy woke up tangled with Tyler, so she kissed his chest and closed her eyes.
She remembered being in Paris with him, and the way she loved him like she had never loved before. Making love with him right in front of Sonia was like birds building nests, it felt natural and was what she needed to do to survive.
When he opened his eyes and looked at her, she returned his gaze for a long time. She wanted to kiss the depth of his eyes looking at her. She wanted to lick his eyeballs in a tender way, and nothing like what happened in The Story of the Eye by Georges Bataille.
Instead she leaned in and kissed him as tenderly as she had desired to lick his eyeballs. From considering the roundness of his eyeballs, Nichy craved the roundness of his balls. With ease, she crouched between his legs and took in the heat of him which she loved. With the tip of her tongue, she licked his balls like a kitten licking milk. Softly and considerately, she flicked her tongue over him and teased his shaft in intermittent flicks. He ran his hands through her hair and caressed her face, tilting her face to look up at him. He looked at her the same way he had looked at her before they started, which warmed her through and through. When she looked back down at him, she was humbled by his desire on display. She loved that she could get him hard. She loved that when she really began in earnest to pleasure him, he pulled her up to straddle his thighs. With complete ease they became one, Nichy moved up and down on him loving the feeling of fullness. The feeling when he was out of her and she had come all around him, that she had memorized where he had been. She knew every nook he had touched inside her.
She would be aflame with the memory of him, when they were not together in bed like this.
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Janie woke up to the freeze frame of Times Square, as she retrieved her remote control from her hip. She had not really wanted to see the new year come in because it reminded her of him, and they could not share it. It was still last year where he was now in the world.
For a few more minutes.
She pulled up the strap of her slip, and her fingers got caught in the torn lace. The Times Square freeze frame disappeared in a flash from the screen as she turned it off, and sighed. Running her hand through her hair, she picked up her phone. Janie could pretend she was not looking for a message from him, but that would not be true.
And he might be asleep, like she had fallen asleep.
There were messages from friends she was close with, and some she has not talked to since last year when they messaged her Happy New Year.
Janie felt the strap of her slip fall off of her shoulders, and she let it. She took the other one down herself, and let her breasts free. Leaning up against the wall, she pulled her slip up over her hips and drove her finger straight up into her.
Tight and wet was the sensation that she felt, and relief at her shoulders. But her finger was not like his. His were thick and work-worn, because he used his hands a lot for work. Rolling her head against the wall, she was soothed by the thudding as she kept at it. With both hands now—one in her and one caressing her clit—Janie saw a flash of light like lightning when she came, so hard that she lost her breath and felt vertiginous for a moment.
It was then, more awaited than the ball in Times Square that she saw his name flash across her screen.
Her phone put on a display for celebration, behind his message.
Happy New Year, thinking of you.
Typing with her fingers covered with her own come, she answered:
Thinking about you too…
And she had been thinking about him very hard…
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It was almost twelve, Eliza walked into the unlit apartment. She was barefoot immediately, and the only bright thing was her engagement ring. Terrence’s scent stayed with her, from their sweet lovemaking.”So you slept with him,” Rafe did not wait for her answer, as he came out of the shadows.
Leaning against the wall, Eliza studied her husband-to-be.
“It does not matter,” she replied, shaking her head and trying to get past him.
But Rafe would not let her walk past.
“Is it over?”
Eliza pushed him, and walked past him.
“Did you call Margaux while you were waiting for me?” She questioned without turning her head.
“You knew about Margaux. You, your new man from me, that is why you have to give him up.”
“And Severine?”
“Eliza!”
“You know so perfectly everything. About me, what I should do. I did not and am not giving up anyone. You probably have another twelve lovers, and are trying to make me feel guilty! No…”
Rafe’s words sounded to her as if she was underwater. Above her and meaningless.
“What?” she sighed.
“You are not even listening.”
Eliza felt like an underwater thing like that line in “Liquid Diamonds” by Tori Amos.
She was, and she was using her siren song to subdue Rafe, and to keep Terrence properly seduced.
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Nichy took a hot shower, the steaming water made her back arch. Her body soft and sensitive from the shower, she got into bed without any clothes and pressed her face in between
Tyler’s shoulder blades. He smelled like soap and water, and his essence.
Her body cradled his, as she pressed her face more into his back. Tyler’s hands covered her hands on his chest and his thigh. Nichy closed her eyes, and cradled him more.
“I missed you…” he said softly, and Nichy kissed his spine.
Suddenly Michelle and Graham were such foreign concepts to her, right then with Tyler.
“I love you,” she admitted.
“I love you too.”
Nichy cradled him with her body all the more, and he never turned around. They fell asleep with love and desire sprawled about them.
She now knew why they said take a cold shower—her hot one had made her blood and libido boil over…
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