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Wicked Wednesday #170 –Broken

Eliza rolled onto her side, her eyes still fixed on the screen. Marcus said Sandrine had been vague, but he needed to go home. She watched him put himself together again, while she stayed as she was. Ready to be devoured. 

She closed her eyes when she heard her phone, figured it was Marcus calling to give her some more sweet nothings…

“Eliza?”

The sound of Rafe’s voice had startled her at first, but she ended up giving him the address of the hotel and her room number. Unlike Marcus, she had to get up to answer the door for him. She would have given him her card, it was so easy to fall into their usual pattern.

The Rafe she let into her room, was not the man she had been engaged to. He was gaunt, dark, and looked broken. Before she could say a word to him, he knelt at her feet. He caressed and kissed her calves and bare feet.

The moisture she felt was first her own tears as she watched him darkened by his demons, and what he thought she had done to him. And then she felt his tears on her feet. He whimpered, and sunk more to the carpet.

Eliza pressed her head to the wall, and let him hover. Her eyes closed, and her mouth trembled.

“Please get up,” she choked, sounding harsher than she wanted to.

He hugged her calves and kissed her feet once more, before he stood up. She had never seen him like this before. They had had fights, and had made up in dramatic ways…but this…

Looking up at him, was like looking up at an eclipsed sun. The love that she felt for him was eclipsed by everything that always happened with him.

“Eliza,” he croaked, his body sagging.

She was silent, but tightened his tie and his belt.

“You look like shit…” she said looking down, not wanting to look in his eyes. You never looked at an eclipse with your bare eyes.

“I feel like shit.” He put his hands over hers, adjusting his accessories.

Eliza dropped her hands, from touching any part of him.

She turned back to the bed to sit down, Rafe sat beside her. She knew he would, it was almost an invitation to him.

They sat beside each other, the familiarity of being with him was so easy to settle into again.

“I came over to bring you this.” He placed her engagement ring in her hand.

Eliza looked at her ring, it was like a magical amulet almost sticking to her palm.

Like it belonged there.

A Streetcar Named Desire was coming to an end on the television.

“I left the house this morning, and the only thing on my mind was to get this ring back to you and on your finger. I…I went to see Sandrine, because I have been such a fucking piece of shit since you left. It got too intense, I left her. I am always going to be friends with her, I am always going to love her…But I cannot live without you…”

“Did you fuck her?” she asked, as her fingers clawed at the bedspread.

She went down on me and I let her, I had a weak moment…I hadn’t been touched since you left me…” He placed his hand on her thigh. “I miss you…”

It was then that she realized she could see how broken Rafe was, because she was saw her own reflection through him. She always saw herself through him. Her entire adult life, she saw herself through him

He slipped his hand up her thigh, close to where she was broken the most…Eliza knew only he could make her whole right now, and collect the shards of her.

“I’m never going back…never…” Stella said at the end of A Streetcar Named Desire, while Eliza was going back to her familiar…
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Sticky Note No. 9

I have not done a sticky note in over a year. Charlie has been doing them lately, with much nicer postcards as I would expect from her! But I saw my blank pink stickies in my wallet, and became inspired by the cut on my finger which I acquired today in a much less romantic way!!! As I started to write, a Paris train ticket slipped out from between the pages…

…so this is for Charlie, go read her stories.

she looked down at (the) perfect triangle shaped cut on her finger now. she looked out at emptiness, well france outside of paris. just wide, wide areas of green and people actually living their daily lives. she sucked on the cut from closing his cufflink…

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Masturbation Monday No. 52 (1st Anniversary Edition!)

Nichy curled on her side on the mattress, her eyes welled up with tears. She was ashamed that the tears came, but she could not help it. There was a maelstrom of emotion whirling around her…“I’m sorry Simi…” Dorian lie beside her, wiping the soft dampness from her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

He kissed her lids, and Nichy felt more tears come when he said Simi. That was his short name for her, when she was still going by Simona.

“I never wanted to leave you,” Nichy whispered, her eyes closed. “I still cannot tell you why…but this was not the way to go about finding me. You terrified me for hours…”
“I would never hurt you, you know that. I did something stupid, but I never would have hurt you…”
Nichy smiled softly, as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“I did not think you would…but you made me question that the longer you kept me…”
Dorian ran his hand through her bedhead. He caressed it lovingly. Nicky felt his breath on her face, and heard the difference in his breathing letting her know he was aroused. 

At what point of this could he not have been aroused? But the difference now was something in her needed to feel the Dorian she had known.

The Dorian she loved.

His breath was replaced by his lips on her cheeks, and then her mouth. Nichy did not resist, as he covered her with his weight and pinned her down like a butterfly with his kisses. She reached for him to anchor him, and felt his hardness against her. Pressing her hands to his chest, she kissed him softly before saying,

“Dorian, no…”

He rolled onto his back, and looked up at the ceiling. Nicky rolled over with him, sprawled over his chest.

“I said no because I don’t want to Dorian…to say no that is, but this is too much right now.”
She kissed his bare chest where his shirt was unbuttoned. The feeling of his skin under her mouth, was as familiar to her as her own. She ran her fingers through his chest hair, her fingers slipping lower until her finger caressed the smooth skin of his navel. Dorian took her hand, as he ran his hands through her hair again, massaging her scalp which he knew was one of her hot spots. 

When Gavin kissed her, and ran his hand through her hair even he noted that it was a hot spot.

Gavin…

She squirmed under Dorian’s touch.

“Dorian…” She started, but did not finish. How could she tell him she was thinking about what she was going to tell Gavin, when she had left him and not said a word and she still could not tell him why?

And aside from that with their bodies together and her squirming, she had touched his happy trail which she knew was his hot spot. She felt him hold in his stomach as he gasped, and he unbuckled his belt. Her body sagged with lust when she heard that sound. Dorian held her hand, but it was of its own volition that it sought that part of him that she had always craved like a fiend.

Nichy was fiendish now…

“Simi,” he gasped, as she caressed him and licked his chest. Dorian squeezed her hand. “No.”

Nichy moved her hand from inside of his pants, but she remained lying over his chest. 

“I owe you…” he said after awhile.
Nichy lifted up, and Dorian rolled her onto her back. Softly pushing her clothes away from her, he caressed her clit first with his fingers and then with his tongue. She twisted with pleasure at the potent combination of his soft tongue and rough stubble between her legs. Closing her legs about his shoulders, Nichy came so fast it scared her.

Panting heavily, Nichy was on her back with her legs still apart as if she was expecting more.
“I am going to take you home now, I promised…” Dorian announced.
The next couple of minutes with them getting dressed, and Dorian grabbing his car keys was like a dream to her. Was she dreaming? What the hell was this?

She had not been with anyone since Dorian, and sometimes she would dream she was with Gavin and he would end up having some feature of Dorian’s. Nichy figured it was because they had been together for such a long time…but now she wondered what if it was deeper than that…

He led her out into the ornate hotel hallway, and closed the room door behind them. Dorian turned to look at her, and caressed the curve of her lip. She sucked his fingertip without thinking, and the next thing she knew she was pressed against the wall. Her hip knocked into a vases with roses, the sweet scent of roses rose up to her. 

Dorian pressed his body to hers, before he kissed her so thoroughly she panted even harder than when he made her come before.

“I am trying to redeem my gentleman card Nichy, please…let me do that. Because if I had you against this wall? There would be nothing gentlemanly about it…”

They looked at each other for a long moment, before he took her hand and led her into the elevator. Nichy leaned against her arms that were behind her back, and said nothing. It was better this way. She knew he was sorry, and her emotions right now was not stable enough. Especially since half of the reason why she was so riled up, was because of Gavin.

No sooner than he popped into her head, she walked out of the elevator and saw him standing by a vase with roses at the concierge desk.

And he saw her…and Dorian.

This is the first anniversary of Masturbation Monday, which I joined in on since Week 30. I had the lovely mastermind of this meme Kayla Lords over for some pre-celebration yesterday, and you can read this week’s stories here!

  
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Guest Blogger Kayla Lords on Reaching a Sexy Milestone!!!

I am such a fan of Kayla Lords! My fandom began when she did the KissCast with Molly Moore, she was so down to earth and sexy! I started doing Masturbation Monday which Kayla runs, because of Rebecca Black (who has a book out right now!!!) All I can tell you is my Mondays start out really hot because of it, really hot…Kayla has created so much more than a meme, she has created a community for writers and readers which produces some of the hottest stories on the internet. Tomorrow Masturbation Monday reaches a sexy milestone, turning a year old–I am currently working on my story! Make sure to stop by tomorrow to read or contrubute, here is Kayla to tell you more about it…

When F. Leonora Solomon sends you a message and says, “Hey, wanna visit my site and talk about Masturbation Monday?” A few things happen (at least if you’re me)…There’s immediate and loud squeeing. (I think dogs in other towns heard me.)

There’s moving everything in your current schedule to make room to write a post.

And there’s wondering just how long Gavin and Nichy have been making us all crazy on Masturbation Monday. (Since Week 30 if you’re curious.)

I say all that to prove my fangirl status and thank Leonora for letting me hang out and talk about my absolute favorite day of the week – Masturbation Monday which is finishing its first year in existence. Right Now. OMG.

For the record, because someone always points this out, yes, you can celebrate The Best Day of the Weekᵀᴹ any day. But it definitely makes Mondays a lot more fun.

Okay, so what the hell is Masturbation Monday? It’s a day when sex bloggers, writers, and erotic authors come together to share their hottest, steamiest stuff. It might be flash fiction. It might be an excerpt from a book. It might be a real life occurrence. Or, it might be erotic torture in the form of WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH NICHY AND GAVIN?! (I’m dying over here, Leonora. DY-ING.)

You’ll read something about masturbation, or something so hot it makes you want to masturbate. Either way, someone is masturbating. Which is part of the point.

Right now, Masturbation Monday is in week 52 – one year old, and I am a proud Mama. We’re averaging 14-15 posts a read. That’s a lot of hot, smutty goodness, y’all. And as someone who sits and reads all the posts at one time each week, I can promise you’ll be squirming by the time you’re done.

I started the weekly meme to help writers promote themselves to readers who seemed to love anything labeled “masturbation” – and help readers find something that turns them on. So far, after only a year nearly, the site has received nearly 100,000 views. Yeah, I’d say someone enjoys masturbation.

Writers – join us each Monday, and find a new audience that enjoys your brand of smutty goodness.

Readers – come find something that makes all of your parts drool a little bit and maybe a new blogger to follow.

And, really, if you don’t have time to read, come visit just for the weekly prompts. Most of them are hot, hot, hot, and may inspire a little masturbatory fun all by themselves.

Masturbation Monday: Week 52 – Join us and celebrate one year of amazing Mondays!

Kayla Lords is a sex blogger supreme, an erotica author, and a kinky woman. Visit her site or follow her on Twitter (@KaylaLords). Between the two, she provides plenty of kinky fuckery for everyone to enjoy!

  

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Sinful Sunday, Week 229: Butterfly Wing

I just told my friend Lana Fox that ladybugs are the only insect I let crawl on me…but I like butterflies too…

   
 
More Sinful Sunday here:  

 

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Guest Blogger Oleander Plume Tempts With Bondage Bites!!!

I always love to have my spectacular friend, as well as gifted partner-in-crime Oleander Plume on my blog! She and I are getting ready to edit Prompted, her brain child of an anthology together. Daily, you can find us smutting up Reddit for you with our sexysmut subreddit, and now Oleander has a delicous new solo morsel for us. Bondage Bites, edited by Alison Tyler came out on Tuesday, and Oleander is going to tell you a little bit about it…

I never expected to have a story in a book under the BDSM heading, so being included in this anthology took me by surprise. BDSM is just not my genre. However, I realized recently that there are many layers to BDSM. I like the idea of light bondage or a playful spanking, maybe a bit of femdom, and was happy to find out those types of stories have a place. That’s the beauty of the erotic genre, there is room for many flavors. Since Bondage Bites has 69 stories, there is something for every taste. Yummy!

Blurb: Get ready to kink your Kindle and hook up your Nook with these delightful and delicious short shorts from top BDSM eroticist Alison Tyler. Every kind of bondage is fully explored in this fun and romantic romp of kinky confections. Playful, inspirational and filled with surprises, Bondage Bites is a supremely pleasurable read.



Temptation 

by Oleander Plume
Adam was below me holding the ladder, when a gust of wind tugged my skirt up over my hips, exposing everything. On the outside, I was dressed for fall weather; long flannel skirt, thick cardigan, knee socks and hiking boots. Underneath, I was deliciously bare and turned on to the point of wetness.

“And I thought apple picking would be boring,” Adam said with a chuckle.

I was on the second to last rung of the ladder, with my legs spread wide for leverage. Instead of pulling my skirt down, I arched my back to make the view a little more tantalizing.

“I’m going to need a taste of that.” Adam picked an apple, then slid it back and forth over my dripping slit. I heard the snap of his teeth as he took a bite. “I can’t decide which is juicier.” 

Yummy indeed! Now go over to Oleander’s blog, where she has a guest blogger–Benji Bright!!!

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Wicked Wednesday #169 — I don’t want realism, I want magic

“I don’t want realism, I want magic! Yes, yes, magic!”
Eliza was lying on her stomach, on her hotel bed in and out of sleep, watching A Streetcar
Named Desire.
She wanted magic too, she was desperate for it. When she first met Rafe, it was magical she had believed. Everything was magical up until the engagement. And then Oscar had been magical, and in ways maybe they both were. A kind of black magic that she had been naive about.
The door opened.
Her heart pounded and between her legs thumped, as she rolled onto her back on the mattress.
She had given Marcus her extra hotel key, even though she had not gone out for drinks with him, Elliott and Carla. Her intention was to give him time, time to decide if she was what he wanted. They had been playing such a sexy game until Rafe and Sandrine decided to play a game of their own without telling them. Eliza had to end the engagement, because it never ended with Rafe. There was always something or someone she did not know about with him. But meanwhile she ended her game with Marcus as well.
Marcus sat on the bed beside her, his suit still on him but everything of it begged to come off of him. His loosened tie, unbuckled belt…he fiddled with his cufflinks.
“How were the drinks?” Eliza asked, sounding to herself like Vivien Leigh as Blanche DuBois. She knew Marcus was mad that she had not gone with them, but she knew he would come back for her.
“I thought of you the whole damn time, and of fucking your heat with my fingers. I could still smell you on my fingers when I raised my drink, or had a cigarette!
She laughed and closed her eyes.
“You are not on set now Marcus, no need for the dramatics.”
Eliza was naked practically nin her negligee, the fabric of it felt like her own skin against her. Every part of her body was ripe for any part of his body to touch her hot skin. She really felt like she was on the fire that he said he wanted her to be on for him. Her legs were parted, and the flimsy material of her negligee that caressed the inside of her thighs made her squirm.
She squirmed more under Marcus, when he knelt on the bed with his arms were on either side of her.
Like the bars of a cage.
“You are not on a set either Eliza…” he said, his hot breath over her made her squirm even more.
“You are not on a set either, and you can stop playing the role that you have been playing. I can smell your heat you know? I know you are on fire, I know you are burning…” He paused and let his fingers slip under her negligee. “But I do not know if I am ready to put it out yet baby…”
Eliza was ashamed when she heard her own mewling under him, as he lifted up from over her. She had no intention of begging him, as she heard his belt buckle. Marcus caressed the curve of her neck. She was startled when his belt whipped forward out of the corner of her eye. He slipped the belt about her neck, tightening the loop about it like a leather aura that barely touched her skin. He let the strap of the belt fall between her breasts, and caressed her face like she was the most precious thing in the world. With his fingers inside the loop of his belt around her neck, he pressed his lips to her forehead. He kissed the wrinkles out of her forehead, the tip of her nose and then her mouth as her face relaxed.
Like magic.
Marcus pressed her close to his body, and she felt his desire ignite hers like a flame. Her body ruminated with a vibration she was not expecting, as she felt Marcus’ hand reach for his pocket where her hand rested.
“It’s Sandrine,” he said huskily.
Eliza knew he had to answer the phone, because they had children. Marcus had checked his phone frequently when they were in Paris. But right now? Eliza craved magic, she craved everything that she had wanted but did not have. She wanted magic, but it thwarted her pursuit every step of the way…

I love that Marie created this prompt based on a Twitter conversation that I had with Flutterby Flip, who encouraged me to watch A Streetcar Named Desire. I loved this quote so much from Blanche, I put it on my blog.

I love the marvelous and the magical!!!

More magic here:

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Celebrating Rebecca Black(‘s Cover Reveal!!!)

It gives me a great deal of pleasure to have Rebecca Black on my blog again! She is a friend, and a super talented writer who is giving us a taste of her new release–licks lips–today. Here is Rebecca!

Thanks so much for hosting me today, honey and letting me give my new book,  A Taste For Three a big shout out. Leonora was one of the first people to read my story before I submitted it to Evernight, and she was and is so excited about it. Her confidence in my writing gave me such a boost, and I will always appreciate that. 

It’s here at last!! The wonderful Jay Aheer has created a sumptuous cover for A Taste For Three. I really, really love it and hope you do too.
A Taste For Three (m/m/f menage) comes out this Friday 28th August from Evernight Publishing. Here’s a little taste just for you! 

Blurb

What’s worse than wanting a man she can’t have? Wanting his best friend as well, that’s what. Double the torture, double the sexual frustration, and double the pain in her heart when she desires everything she can’t have.

Chef Ellie Masters has a problem. Not only is she in love with two gorgeous men, but they both just happen to be her bosses. She’s holding back for all the right reasons, but is there a way for them to be together or will their powerful sexual attraction tear them apart?
In the sensual world of their French restaurant, Jack Quinn and Nate Johnson must find a way to level the playing field if they want more than just sumptuous food from their talented chef. Going to work has never been so sexy.
A Taste for Three will leave you savouring this delicious menage and wanting more.
 
 


Her gaze moved from one to the other with an expectant look on her face. Her eyes rested on Jack when he leaned forward to rest his arms on the table. His beer was between his big hands and she watched his fingers trace the drops of condensation as they raced down the bottle.
“Us.” Jack’s hazel eyes locked with hers.
She swallowed. Hard. “Us? What do you mean?”
“The three of us. There’s more going on between us than just work.” His words held a note of conviction.
Oh God! He said three. He definitely said three. They couldn’t possibly know that she wanted both of them, could they? How the hell had she given that away? She thought she’d been so professional with them.
“Stop panicking, Ellie. Nothing we say or do from now on will affect our plans for the restaurants.” Nate’s calming words helped to some extent, but she still hadn’t taken her eyes off Jack. He was watching her like he expected her to run at any moment. He looked like he’d enjoy chasing her down and catching her too.
“I don’t understand…”
“We want you, Ellie. We need to know if you feel the same way.” Jack stated.
“We? What does that mean? I…both of you? But…”
“Yes. We want you. We need to know if you feel the same. Would you be prepared to be with us both?”
How was she supposed to respond to that? Nothing in her limited experience with men had prepared her for this conversation. She couldn’t see how anything good—well, apart from the sex—was going to come from this. How were they supposed to juggle working together, fucking, and being in a threesome? She wanted to though, so badly. Oh God, just
the thought of having both of them.
But she just couldn’t risk it.
What would happen when it was over? How could they possibly remain friends and work together? She’d be completely alone again if she had to leave. Her brain felt like it was in danger of a full meltdown. The temptation to run was strong and before she knew what she was doing, she’d jumped up. Her chair fell back. A distant part of her brain knew this wasn’t the most dignified way to handle this, but her fight or flight response was definitely urging her to get the hell out of there and not make a massive mistake.
She vaguely registered Nate’s shocked expression turning into a fleeting look of distress, but she didn’t get far before a steely arm grabbed her around her waist, yanking her off her feet. She was fairly sure she let out a little squeal as she landed on Jack’s lap.
“What the hell, Ellie?”
“Jack, calm down. She’s obviously freaked out.”
“I get that, but when did running away solve anything? We’re all adults here. If she doesn’t want this, all she has to do is say no.”
“We’ve gone about this all wrong, come on too strong. She’s scared. God, Ellie, we never wanted that. We just want to be with you. That’s all we’ve ever wanted.”
Jack’s arm held her firmly around her middle while his other hand rested on her hip.
Her heart was still trying to beat its way out of her chest, but she couldn’t ignore the heat emanating from his body. The hand on her hip kept gently, rhythmically flexing and releasing. She started to relax as she quietly listened to their words. She could hear the anxiety in both their voices and felt a rush of guilt at how she’d reacted. She was such a naive idiot—but she’d beat herself up for that later. Right now, she needed to make things right with the two most important men in her life.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have tried to run off like that.”
“Jesus, don’t apologize, Ellie.” Nate reached across the table to take her hand. “It’s ok that you don’t want this. We’ll carry on and forget we ever mentioned it. Nothing needs to change—”
“I want it,” she whispered
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Author Bio:
Rebecca Black is a Yorkshire girl born and bred. She is first and foremost a voracious reader, as well as an author of erotica and erotic romance. She believes that the hottest sex scenes are the ones where emotions are involved (plus lots of dirty talk, lots of spanking, licking and sucking and well… you get the idea!) She is the author of A Taste For Three (m/m/f) from Evernight, and has several short stories due to be released in erotic anthologies and another book due out with Evernight in September ’15 Let’s Ride (f/f). Rebecca blogs regularly at Rebecca Black Erotica, and is a contributor to the fantastic Cliterati magazine.
Find her on FacebookTwitter and Tumblr.
  

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Masturbation Monday No. 51

Nichy’s hand was in a tight fist, when she jerked awake. She settled into the curve of Dorian’s body with ease, her hand still between her legs and
she moved it as if she touched the edge of a hot stove.That was how she got in this position in the first place.

“What do you want cheri?” Dorian had asked her in a saccharine voice, when her hand wandered there the first time.

She had dug her nails into his hand, and bit him as a response. Nonplussed, he walked away from her. Then everything went dark around her, she groaned at first before she realized he had blindfolded her. There was a bit of light, so she could see shapes and that made her feel a little better. Her calmness in this situation frightened her. Maybe it was her stray hope that Dorian would not hurt her…

Her body curved into his, his arm was heavy over her. There was no way for her to move without moving him. His arm around her had nothing to do with closeness or intimacy, and everything to do with making sure that she did not move.

Where was she going to wander to when she did not know where she was and could barely see?

Nichy let her fingertips tap her labia lightly through her clothes. She had not stopped thinking about Gavin. What was he thinking about her, did he think she had had too much and left? Or did he realize there was something sinister? Did he still feel the heavy desire that she did? They had been playing such a sexy game without meaning to. Her fingers tapped even heavier through her clothes as she thought about him, and she bit the inside of her arm. She bit the same spot she had bitten, when Gavin was stealing pleasure from her before they left for the hospital.

But now that arm was bound to the bedpost. She was blindfolded and bound, but relatively calm. The stray hope that Dorian would not hurt her lingered, but her mind did wander to true crime programs she watched. It was always the people you knew…

Dorian shifted suddenly, and she stopped breathing. Being under his heaviness was familiar and strange to her, as he pressed himself to the back of her. His fingers brushed her loose arm, and goosebumps bloomed underneath his touch. Nichy was embarrassed that her hand was still between her legs, as he caressed her wrist. He kissed the back of her neck, and took her hand in his. She squirmed when his fingertips caressed her inadvertently, afraid he could feel the thumping between her legs. The agitated space she had been in with Gavin, came to a head as she struggled on her side with Dorian. If she struggled, she only succeeded in pressing against his erection.

“Nichy, you remember don’t you? You remember when you liked this, when you liked me?”

“I loved you Dorian…”

Nichy bit her lip, as she automatically corrected him. She had loved him very much, but it was not the time to rehash that emotion right now. Dorian let go of her hand, and she squirmed because she missed the heat of his hand on the top of her thighs. His fingers now brushed her tied arm, loosening her. She curled into fetal position, rubbing the tingling that filled her arm.

Saying she had loved him, made him freeze. Nichy felt the frostiness between them.

“I am taking you home Nichy, I don’t know what I thought I was doing forcing you to come here. If you loved me, what am I doing right now? I am taking you home.”

Nichy sat up, her arm warm as the blood flowed through it liberally again. She was excited to go home, but she was afraid that Dorian knew all too well what he had done. Being close to him again, smelling him, having him touch her made everything she had wanted to forget rush like the blood was rushing into her arm again.

Next week is the one year anniversary of Masturbation Monday, read more here!


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Sinful Sunday, Week 228: New York Conference

 A new friend took this picture of me at BDSM Writers Con…which was held in New York City.

 At dinner with an old friend…
  
Tied up during a session with Bastard Ropes

More Sinful Sunday here