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Kink of the Week December 16-31: Christmas

She was caught in a sea of horns, but it was his huge horns like those of an elk and headed right at her that got her attention. His human male from was barely hidden by his black fur outfit, and when he took the mask off and stood before her—well not her, but in the vicinity of her—she saw his dark eyes shine under the spotlight.

He was just as sexy without the mask, as he had been with it. Everyone had their own take on what to wear for the Krampus party. There were people dressed like bad children, and there were people dressed with horns.

She drowned in a sea of horns. But he was the anchor. A flash of light filled his dark eyes, and she felt a tremor through her body and was pretty sure that she was flushed from the rum that she had drunk. The punch was sweet and strong, and she was not sure if she swooned from drinking it without enough food…or if she swooned from him.

He put his mask on again. She felt her clit twitch, and was suffused with even more with heat. She was not ashamed that she felt her sudden arousal, she was ashamed that it had not quelled her desire when he was in a monster mask.

His sturdy masculine form prowled around the room, and she could not keep her eyes off of him as he did. As he did stealthily, until eventually he turned into a black blur in the crowd.

A friend grabbed her, and she became immersed in their conversation and remained so until she had to go to the bathroom. In the bathroom, she almost gasped.

There was the monster, looking at her in the mirror over the sink.

“Have you been a good girl,” he asked, taking off his mask. “Or does this Krampus have to punish you?”

“Can’t you see my halo?” she raised her hands above her head and twirled, accidentally getting poked by his horns.

He kept her hands up over her head, and she looked up him. His dark eyes filled with the fluorescent lights of the bathroom, which were an aberration from the otherwise dim bathroom.

“You make a lovely halo, I wish you were a bad girl…”

He released her hands, and let them fall at her side.

Pressing her body to the fur of his costume, she rubbed her face against his fur and purred,

“I can be.”

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Wicked Wednesday #239 — Christmas Carol

Rafe held Eliza tight to him, his breath sweet with amaretto from the Disaronno that they put in the eggnog while they listened to Christmas carols on the sofa. Eliza pressed her cheek to his chest, and closed her eyes. She loved feeling this close to him, and sunk deeper into the emotion.

Her phone rang, and she realized she forgot to turn it to airplane mode. A picture of the painting that was in her hotel room with Terrence popped up.

“I have to take this…” she said sheepishly, and grabbed her phone. “Terrence?”

Eliza tried to make her hmmmms unremarkable, and she did several of them with Terrence. She talked in depth about a minor job detail to make it seem like it was a business call.

“I want to curl my fingers in you,” Terrence had said. “I want to curl my fingers in you so I can smell and taste your core…”

She crossed her legs tightly when he said that.

“Okay,” she answered. “I think that is just fine…we will talk about it when we return to work. Okay, bye.”

When she turned to look at Rafe, he looked straight at her. The Christmas carols had stopped.

And so had her heart.

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Masturbation Monday No. 121

Nichy felt conflicted as Michelle kneaded her thigh at the bar, and knowing that Tyler had just texted her. At first, she was angry he had texted Michelle. But at the same time, he knew she was with Michelle at the bar—so he could not have been that stupid to have texted Michelle for something questionable when there was the possibility that she would be with her.

Michelle would not stop kneading her thigh, caressing her and making it clear that she wanted to seduce her. Nichy remained still, even though it was getting hard to. There was a part of her that wanted to know what Tyler had experienced because she was so close to Tyler, that she wanted to know what he had seen and what he had felt with Michelle. There was another part of her that numb, and a part of her that wanted to string Michelle along.

Michelle moved her hand, and Nichy wondered if she had played the game all wrong. Nichy watched her flirt with Theodora, and she figured that she should have done things differently. But in a way, she did not care.

Or she pretended that she did not care for her sanity.

Nichy got up to go to the bathroom. From previous experience, didn’t she know that was an invitation?

“Do you like girls Nichy?”

Nichy turned around, and looked at Michelle.

“Because I do, and I am around very pretty girls tonight. Renee, Theodora and you…”
Before Nichy could say anything, Michelle grabbed her and kissed her.

Was this what she did to Tyler? Had she been this direct? Because when she kissed her, Nichy wanted that kiss more than anything she had ever wanted in her life. She licked the rim of Michelle’s lips, and Michelle pulled her ever closer to her until Nichy could feel the full softness of Michelle’s breasts against hers and the sweetness of Michelle’s perfume stained her like wine.

Michelle pressed her to the wall, and kissed her neck. Nichy ran her hands through Michelle’s hair, and gasped.

Michelle pulled away from her.

“Why were you playing hard to get at the bar, when I can get you?” Michelle asked, cocking her head to the side.

Michelle turned on her heel, and sashayed out of the bathroom. Nichy barely got her composure together as she looked after Michelle. She saw her own disheveled reflection in the mirror behind the door, and licked her lips that tasted like Michelle’s perfume.

Nichy suspected that neither she nor Tyler had known what had hit them in terms of Michelle…

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Sinful Sunday, Week 298 — Not Quite Christmas Lights

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Wicked Wednesday #238 — Preparation

Preparation for her upcoming wedding made Eliza nervous. Sitting at the bar by herself was so dèjá vü, of when she was first there lamenting over her fate.

And she met Oscar.

This time she was meeting Oscar, because she wanted to meet him.

Oscar looked at her, as he slipped onto the stool beside her.

Josephine looked at them knowingly behind the bar, and Eliza avoided her eyes.

She was seeing Oscar because she needed to, but it was not like before. Nothing was going to happen between them, they were not in that place anymore.

“When you met me, what was I like? I mean about the wedding?” she asked him softly.

Oscar stared at her for while, before he asked,

“What do you mean?”
“Was I a mess? What did you see? How did I come off?”

“You looked like the weight of the world was on your shoulders,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders. “You’re so tense.”

Eliza put her hands over his, and closed her eyes.

“I’m a mess Oscar, I needed you to see me to know if I looked the same way as I did when you met me. When you picked me up, and we became…”

He held her hands.

“You do not have to do anything you do not want to do Eliza,” he said, twisting her engagement ring.

“I want to get married,” she said quickly. “I always wanted to be married to Rafe, but it was the planning, the things I discovered about him that I did not know. But I love him.”

She shot a look at Oscar. Even though he was with Polly again, it was hard for her to say that to him. Or if it was not hard to say to him, she realized how heavy it was to say that after what they had been to each other and he did not even know about Terrence.

“Thank you for permission though, I love you for that. I love you for everything…” Eliza said.

She looked at him for a long time, their eye contact was bold and meaningful. With Oscar, she often did not need words. He was part of her preparation for everything, she thought as she looked away from him and twisted her engagement ring.

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Masturbation Monday No. 20 — Michelle

Women always know who their competition is, and even if Nichy did not know she would have guessed that the voluptuous woman who stood in the hallway was Michelle.

Michelle.

Michelle looked at Nichy, oblivious to the fact that they had both shared the same man and smiled at her.

“Are you Nichy?” she asked, with a smile.

Nichy almost did not breathe.

“Yes,” Nichy replied, with a smile as to not betray her emotions. She was not going to make a scene.

“I am going to be working with you this week,” Michelle said, walking over to her and her perfume filled the area. Not in an all-consuming way, but enough that you could smell her like a fine nectar.

Nichy looked away to shake her bug eyes, and then smiled at Michelle.

“Oh, of course. But I think you are going to be working with my colleagues not—”

“Oh no,” Michelle grinned. “I was working here as a consultant before, but the company really liked me and wants me to work as the full-time librarian? You are one of the people that I am told is going to show me the ropes.”

Nichy was speechless.

“Congratulations,” Nichy said. “And of course, of course. I will show you everything I know.”

Nichy closed her eyes as she remembered making love to Tyler, and having him call her…needing him to call her Michelle. He had pulled her hair, and whispered, “Michelle,” in her ear over and over again…

Within a week, Michelle had learned everything she was supposed to about the library and they took her out. Renee, who was constantly in a cheery mood now with her wedding plans—Nichy did notice that she looked hotter than ever. Renee of course, decided that they should go to Theodora’s bar to get a really girly vibe.

Theodora took one look at Michelle, as if they were recruiting her for a sorority.

“You sure do bring the hottest girls here,” Theodora sighed, not taking her eyes off of Michelle.

Michelle to Nichy’s surprise, licked her lips and looked at Theodora with barely concealed desire.

And Theodora was on board with it.

Nichy clucked quietly to herself, she hated it but it was obvious why Tyler had slept with Michelle. Michelle was a bombshell. Nichy herself, even felt seduced by the buxom beauty and her intoxicating scent like sex about to happen. Right at that moment, her thoughts were jarred when she felt a hand on her thigh. She looked at Renee, but then realized it was coming from the other side.

Michelle.

Almost as if on cue, Michelle’s phone rang—the Beatles’ “Michelle” was her ringtone of course. And out of the corner of her eye, Nichy saw Tyler’s face before Michelle dismissed the call.

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Sinful Sunday, Week 297 — White Flower

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Wicked Wednesday #237 — Pleasing

“I would never have had the type of relationship that I have with Rafe now, if I had not tried to be a people pleaser,” Eliza said, looking at Terrence and sipping her drink from the bar stool.

Terrence looked at her, as he sipped his own drink. When she came into his office, he was nervous that she was going to tell him something he did not want to hear about them. But she was having a rough day at work, and so he took her to a nearby cocktail bar to talk.

“I was so stressed out about my upcoming wedding, and trying to be everything I thought I was supposed to be…I was sitting at a bar when I met the guy that I was seeing before you…”

Terrence had heard about Oscar before, and nodded.

“Today,” Eliza continued. “was just like that professionally. I felt like I was doing a trapeze act to make everyone happy, and did not think about that made me happy. But what made everyone else happy. Sorry to unload all of this on you Terr—”

He stood up, and pulled he close to kiss her. The ice in her drink clattered as a tiny cacophony as she kissed him back and wrapped her legs about him. His kiss deepened before he pulled away, and looked at her. She looked thoroughly kissed, and he could tell she was swooning.

“You never have to apologize to me, I am always here for you,” he said, pushing hairs out of her face before she did.

“I just,” she started. “I ran to you because I needed to tell you, and because I knew you would make me feel better.”
“Eliza,” he started, and then stopped.

He was overcome with emotions, but did not want to tell her while she was dealing with so much. He did want to make her feel uncomfortable, or like he had an agenda.

His love did not have an agenda…

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Masturbation Monday No. 119

Nichy managed to get back to the table, her body still thrumming from the furious fingering that Graham had given her in the bathroom. Tyler looked at her with contrite eyes, and she looked at him for long time.

“Let’s go home…” she said finally.

They walked out of the restaurant, and Nichy did not even look for Graham as they did. Tyler took her hand, and she let him. Squeezed his, and they caught a cab.

In the back of the cab, Nichy placed her head on his shoulder.

“We don’t use protection when we have sex, you use protection with her?” she questioned softly.

She felt Tyler nod.

“Yes, it was casual. It was unexpected…”

“Tell me more about her, tell me what you did…”

“Nichy?”

Nichy cuddled against him more as he questioned her.

“You’re mine, I want to know. Tell me.”

“I don’t know Nichy, she is a consultant. I was working late with her, and we went out…we had dinner. At the bar.”

“Our bar?”

She felt him nod again.

“I went to the bathroom, she followed me and then we went into a stall together. It was not super sexy. It was really feral. I made her bend over the toilet, and unbuttoned her blouse so I could touch her breasts and see them in the mirror. I opened my pants, pulled a condom out of my wallet and fucked her. It was like relieving stress for both of us. She wanted it rough.”

Nichy looked up at him, and snuggled into him.

“Were you rough with her?”

“I spanked her, and made her turn around to see how red her ass was after. She took a picture of herself in the stall after I walked out.”

“Do you have that on your phone? Show me.”

Tyler shifted, and she clutched him. He scrolled his phone, both their faces were illuminated with its light. Until he came across the picture.

Nichy studied it for a long time.

She had seen that consultant in the office briefly, and would not have suspected that she would be looking at a picture of her freshly fucked.

Freshly fucked by Tyler.

“What’s her name?”

“Michelle.”

Nichy put her leg over Tyler’s, and knocked the phone out of his hand. She wanted him. She wanted him to finish what Graham had started, and she wanted him to call her Michelle while he did it.

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