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It was a chance meeting.
Sandrine went to the movies with her children. Her daughter was fluent in French, and her son was proficient. Emilie spoke to her in French the entire time, while Michel only spoke occasionally.
The woman next to her started speaking to her in French.
“We live here,” Sandrine continued in her native language. “But I wanted my kids to speak fluent French. I spoke fluent English when I was their age.”
“Me too,” the other woman replied.
It was so rare that she met other women that she connected with, and Sandrine was desperate for connections these days. It was all a blur to her now, the steamy affair that she had with Rafe. She had felt so alive being with him again. She realized she had demonized him, because it was easier for her to do that than to deal with the fact she had never gotten over him.
And she might never…
Seeing him in the newspapers now with Eliza made her sad. She did not hate Eliza, and she wanted Rafe to be happy because she did love him. But whatever was in him that made him want her, was not something she believed he could have extinguished that quickly.
It was not put out for her.
Marcus was okay with it, she was honest with him now. They had that kind of relationship that she could tell him about another man, and he would be okay. He was upset if she was not okay, so she pretended to be.
But sitting with her new acquaintance, in a tres French cafe that she loved, Sandrine caressed her large cafe au lait in both hands. Being with a stranger who did not know her, who did not know any of the players in her life made her feel like she could tell her new friend anything.
Severine, she discovered was also going through a heartbreak of her own. There was an American man who she had loved very much, and met as a flight attendant.
“But he was engaged to this other woman. And it is even harder because they are always in the papers.”
Sandrine swallowed. Hard. She took a huge gulp of cafe au lait, feeling exposed because she had just revealed so much about Rafe to Severine. And she had a sinking feeling. Severine was French like her, and she knew that Rafe had had another lover that was French. Eliza had mentioned it as well.
“The thing that drives me is that he and I, what happened between he and I was passionate and amazing and he acts like it was expendable. But the woman is lovely, maybe she puts up with things I would not. She let him come to me, and when she was in Paris…” Severine’s accent intensified as she talked about her relationship.
Sandrine was no longer listening.
She looked at her cafe au lait, and remembered having even hot long distance sex with Rafe. Going to the bathroom in a cafe in Paris sexting him. The way that they had had sex long distance, was as hot as the sex had been in person.
“Are you okay?” Severine touched her hand.
“Just thinking about my kids,” Sandrine said, hating to use her children to explain her spaciness. “I am sorry.”
“No problem…I was only talking about Rafe…”
Both women looked at each other: Severine for her slip, and Sandrine because it was confirmed. It was Rafe.
Everything unfolded like a dream after that: they paid the check, Severine said that she would linger a bit longer because she was meeting someone and Sandrine left.
Outside, Sandrine took in the air like a smoker. It was hard to breathe.
And then she saw him. Rafe was hurtling toward her, and she wanted to get out of his way.
But she couldn’t, even though she did not know what she would say…

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Cora could feel the perspiration at the crack of her ass, as she balanced on it. She was right on the edge, her finger almost rubbed that spot of her clit raw in order to reach her peak.
She needed to come.
This was her second attempt. The first time she had rubbed herself so hard, she missed her orgasm with the wrong flick of her finger. She had pulled up her panties, and closed her legs which still vibrated with lost eros.
It had not been her intention to masturbate herself late to work, but after her shower…even before her shower, she had been horny as all get out. After, she could not keep her hands off of herself: exploring the divide between her breasts, fingering the curve of her neck…She let her finger hover just above her slit, seeing that she was already running late…
Now she was on her bed, trying to get back the orgasm that she had lost.
She came like a crash, so suddenly she gasped. Cora gripped her hand between her legs with the top of her thighs, letting the vibration roll underneath it.
Her whole body was damp, and between her legs was so wet with her come that she could barely keep her grip on her clit. But she came this time, so she was good. She pulled up her panties, and resumed getting ready for work.
Well she was physically there when she arrived to her job. Remembering her morning detour of masturbating, made her dissolve at her desk. Cora could smell her wet desire between her legs. The crotch of her panties were damp as hell. She wanted to touch herself at her desk, but decided that would be insane. Instead she pulled her panties up at her waist, so she could indirectly caress her clit and stepped away from her desk.
In the bathroom, she rubbed the crotch of her panty over her clit until she felt excited enough to slip her finger inside her damp crotch. Her back pressed to the door of the stall, she let her head roll against it as she rubbed her finger and the edge of her panty over her clit until she came.
Again.
It was then that she was satisfied. She pulled her lace panties over her hips, and stepped out of them. She pulled a plastic bag out of her pocket, and inhaled the lace that was redolent with her come before she slipped it into the bag. Her bare ass caressed the door of the stall which made her need to make herself come again.
Cora’s heart raced, and she felt like she might pass out from all the pleasure that she felt twitching between her legs. She pulled the plastic bag out of her pocket, and pulled out her panties to wipe her come with the crotch of them before placing them back in the plastic bag.
She looked like she had run a marathon, when she saw herself in the mirror above the bathroom sink. Cora panted as she washed her hands, before returning to the office.
Of course she had to stay late, she came in late.
But that was not the only reason that Cora stayed late. After everyone had left, she went to the mailroom. She picked up an express mailer, and pulled her panties out of her pocket. A smear of her own come in the plastic bag was visible, as she placed it in the mailer.
She recently started selling her dirty panties for money. It was a nice supplement to her income. This was a return buyer, who said he loved her scent and bought her this pair of lace panties. It made her excited to send them out to him. She wondered what he looked like? Wondered how her panties fit into his ritual exactly?
Cora licked the mailer, an extra bit of her for nothing.
He was a lucky bastard…
She turned around, and saw that she was not alone in the mailroom.
Her boss stood there, his tie loosened and his head pressed to the wall. He had been at an all-day conference nearby, and she had not expected him. Uncertain what he had seen, Cora picked up her package and looked at him.
“Just coming back from your meeting?” she asked casually.
“Why are you still here?”
Cora shrugged,
“I was late this morning.”
“I would not even have known…” he smiled. “You are such a hard worker bee Cora.”
Cora smiled.
She had worked damn hard for the money today…

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Graham had made his point, that he could waltz in and out of her life and that she would be there for him. But when Nichy woke up the next morning, Gavin was in her bed beside her. Graham brought him back, and she was not sure what she was going to say to him when he woke up.
What would Gavin remember the prior night? Nicky could still taste Graham on her tongue, she reached down to touch herself as the memory of giving him head made her need to touch herself.
But she refrained.
When she turned in the bed, she saw that there was a bottle of red wine and glasses. One had her lipstick imprint—that she did not remember drinking from. Nichy felt like she was being set up for a crime that she did not commit, with evidence of an imagined rendezvous rampant about her.
Except she knew that Graham was a master at this, creating a situation that had never existed…exist. When she turned on her side, Gavin shifted. He was beautiful, she thought as he rubbed his eyes. Having him in her bed was surely not the worst thing that could happen to her.
She had wanted him in her bed for such a long time, and now he was in it. But she knew that they had not done anything, and she was not sure what he was going to remember about what had happened.
He rubbed his head, and she kissed his hand and his temple. When he looked at her, she was not sure that he knew who she was.
“Nichy?” he questioned groggily. “Nichy?”
“Yes.” She smiled, and placed her hand on his chest because she wanted to. The feeling of his chest hair, sobered her more than she already was.
“I don’t…”
Nichy was uncomfortable watching his confusion spread over his features.
“What?” she asked, bringing his hand to her lips and kissing it again.
He smiled, when her lips touched his skin.
“I don’t remember what happened last night. Did we?”
She wanted to lie, but if she did lie, it would be taking their relationship to a new level that she was not ready for. And honestly, she especially did not want to lie about doing something with him that she had wanted to do for such a long time.
“No, we almost,” she answered, remembering that was not a lie. “but we both had too much to drink. So we just got into the bed.”
“Naked?”
“Well we were going to,” she said, looking in his eyes.
He pulled her close to him, and this was why she was happy that she had not told him that they had slept together. With her breasts crushed to his chest, she felt divided. First she swooned, being this close, both of them naked and feeling him ready for more. But she also felt like Mata Hari—doing whatever she needed to do to keep her secret. How could she kiss Gavin—when she could still taste Graham’s come in her mouth? Would Gavin know if he kissed her? Would he know the taste of come on her tongue? Briefly she was distracted, and wondered if Gavin had ever been with a man…
It did not matter.
“I’ll be right back,” she said to him, when she stopped on the floor it was squishy beneath her toes. She looked down, and saw the puddle of red wine that was beside her bed and shivered.
Graham had spilled a great deal of wine on the floor, after he had rubbed her to orgasm with its bottle. She was so turned on last night, he probably could have pushed the bottle into her.
But he didn’t.
As she padded barefoot through her apartment, there were so many things that reminded her of Graham from the night before. She pressed herself to the wall in the hallway for a moment, a headache coming to her as if she really had had a hangover…and she did, have a lust hangover…

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Graham moved the gun from within her harness slowly, licking his lips. A smile curled the corner of his mouth like a piece of burning paper curls up on the edge. Nichy barely breathed, as she looked him straight in the eye. She was not going to show a bit of fear with him because he would like it, but he would not believe it.
He knew her.
He dragged the cold steel between her breasts, along her ribs, around her navel and between her legs. He paused there, looking into her eyes harder.
“You are fucking wet, fucking wet Nusch…” he whispered quietly to himself as if she was not there, as if he could not believe it.
Nichy wanted to close her eyes, but she could not. As much as she had run from Graham, having him there now was too much to deal with. 
She remembered when she first met him. He was the ultimate bad boy, not a pretend one like the ones that she had dated in high school and college, with slicked back hair or wearing leather. He literally was involved in things that she did not know about. He looked at her, and she was done. All she could think about was relieving the itch that she felt. She wanted to caress her clit when she saw him, she was that uncomfortable with desire.
He looked at her with the same intense gaze that he looked at her with now, while caressing her clit with his gun.
His look had been intense when they met as well, they were drawn to each other like she had never been drawn to anyone. She did not hear the music or conversation in the room, she literally floated to him. He was a gentleman, even though she knew he was a rogue deep inside of her. He pulled out her chair, and kissed her hand—acted like he was afraid to touch her.
They did not make love right away, he made her feel like she was going to go crazy before he would even kiss her. Then he did kiss her, his hands on her hips and his lips hungry. Nichy, well she was Nusch then, felt every bit of his desire in his soft kiss. Graham had never had to demand anything from her, she gave him everything that she could. He kneaded her body like dough in the beginning, without any concern to her clit which jerked with need for him. She was so wet, that she felt it coat her anus.
Her anus was wet now as she rode the shaft of the gun. Graham pulled it from her, with Nichy was dizzy with desire. She saw the shaft of the gun was wet with her come, and looked at Graham with a mixture of hatred and desire.
He held the gun at her belly button, she heard it click before he put it down and looked at her. She was still as he loosened the rope about her. Nichy loved how she looked in the harness, loved that he had done it to her again.
All this time, she had been running from him, but after he untied her she swooned. Not from the tingling of her arms from having been up over her head either. She ran from Graham because she knew that she was never going to be able to stay away from him, and he was no good for her. There was nothing good that came from being with him. Her hips still moved as if she were riding the gun.
Graham slapped her breasts, and pinched her nipple so hard she cried out.
“You think I am going to give you what you want so easily? You slut, what were you about to do with that guy?”

“Gavin!” she shrieked.
“Gavin,” he copied her shriek. “My driver will drive him around until he comes to. But you were going to fuck him, weren’t you?”
 Graham stepped back from her, caressing the bulge in his pants. Nichy felt soothed because at least he was hard for her, and maybe he would give her what she wanted.
What she always wanted.
“You like that don’t you, Nusch?” he asked her.
Nichy realized that she was drooling, and she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She wanted Graham so bad, she was not sure what she was going to do…
…if he did not give her what she wanted.
He undid his belt, and unzipped his pants. Nichy licked her dry lips as he offered himself to her, without stepping closer.
“Crawl,” he drawled, and she did. Eyeing his shiny shoes, she heard his belt as he slipped it off but was not prepared for the sting on her back. Nichy arched, and he filled her mouth with every inch of him.
She wanted to be force fed. She wanted it so bad, she drooled and her eyes filled with tears as he shoved it into her mouth. “Sit back on your heels.”
Nichy did as Graham told her.
He left her there.
With her desire, she had forgotten how vindictive he was. He would punish her for running away for this long…

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