Wicked Wednesday 285 – (From Texting To Sex)

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She followed him to his place, wondering, as she drove, what the hell she was doing. She’d met the man via text message for goodness sake and he seemed to want her to submit to him sexually. “Not happening,” she muttered to herself.

As he lead her to his place he wondered at his good fortune of finally meeting a woman who intrigued him so much, one that he wanted, and could almost see himself spending a long time with, assuming that she’d let him get that close. Even now, he wasn’t sure if she had agreed because she wanted him or wanted to fuck or both.

He pulled into the drive with her right behind him and he knew just how he was going to launch their sexual adventures. He led her inside and gave her a brief tour, keeping a gentle hand on her at all times until he felt her relax which meant he could show her the bedroom. It wasn’t anything outrageous or spectacular, but he wondered how she’d react to being in there, especially after the kisses they had shared previously. His intuition was proven correct as she gave him a wicked grin and bounced onto his bed. “Well, you talked into coming home with you. Now what?”

Slowly he advanced towards her, peeling off his t-shirt as he came closer and unsnapping his jeans a few steps later. Before he reached the bed he was left only in his boxers and grinned at her. “Now what indeed, sweet girl. Shall I undress you too?” She gave a low chuckle and tossed off her t-shirt revealing a simple bra before sliding off the bed to undo her pants as well. Shimmying her hips the denim fell to her feet and she stepped out of them and spun around to show off her ass in a set of boy shorts that did wonderful things for her. He had been anticipating this all the way home so seeing her mostly nude was enough to make him rock hard and ready.

Quickly his arms wrapped around her and jerked her closer for another deep tongue tangling kiss. She moaned and pressed against him, entwining her fingers in his ebony hair. Easily he lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around his waist holding onto him tightly. They were right at the edge of the bed and could’ve easily gotten comfortable there, but there was something hot and primal about feeling her all wrapped around him, the way her ass felt with he cupped it in his hands and squeezed gently. She writhed at his touch, squirming to be closer to him, her fingers tugging lightly at his hair. Finally he did lay her back on the bed and knelt at her feet his hands skimming up her legs to her underwear. He teased her inching closer to the juncture of her thighs and she leaned up to watch him, her hazel eyes full of wanting. “I want you to fuck me. Now.” She was again a bit brash and straight to the point and he smiled at her. “What if I tell you no?” “Then what am I doing here?” she countered. To which he nodded, planted kisses on either of her thighs and as she finished stripping so did he.

His hands reached for her breasts and pinched her nipples, making her cry out softly. Her legs were spread for him and he groaned with delight as he watched her reach down and slide one finger into her pussy then bring it up to her mouth and suck her juices from it. It reminded him of that first meeting at the coffee shop. As he grabbed a condom, she played with herself her eyes never leaving his face. Another moan escaped her lips and he realized that she was already on the edge of an orgasm. He paused and watched her fingers dancing across her clit, dipping into her pussy now and then, and she arched an eyebrow. “What are you waiting for?” Her voice was breathy and sexy and wanting and he smiled again. “I want to watch you come first.” And her fingers focused on her clit rubbing and teasing and sometimes pinching. She began to thrust her hips ever so slightly into the air and there was the orgasm he had hoped to see. Her head thrown back with a low moan and her body trembling. It was then that he slid inside of her and that moan grew louder as he felt her wetness tighten around him. “Yes! Fuck me and I’ll come all over your cock.” His strokes were not slow and steady but fast and hard and that seemed to be just what she wanted as her legs wrapped around him once more and pulled him tighter against her. He buried himself as deep as he could with each thrust and before long he could feeling her shaking beneath him. He stared into her wide eyes and whispered her name. The dam broke and her orgasm simply didn’t seem to stop as he fucked her. He felt his own orgasm building and grabbed onto her hips, driving himself faster and faster. With a roar of pleasure he came as her pussy gripped him hard and tight. They locked eyes again. “That was fucking amazing.” “You’re fucking amazing.” And he kissed her hungrily before rearranging them both so they were laying on the bed properly. “Give me a few minutes and we can do that again.” She veritably purred with delight and kissed him. Suddenly she was very glad that she had said yes.

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Wicked Wednesday 284: Telephone (Textual Context)

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It was an unknown number that popped up with the text message.”Hello sweet girl.” She frowned at the message and replied, “Who is this?” It took a few moments for a reply to arrive, but when it did the picture was of a handsome man she recalled having met at a recent gathering. She had not, however, given him her number, nor given him any inclinations that she was interested. So how had he gotten her number (a friend) and why was he interested in her?

“Because, my dear, you intrigue me. And I like a good puzzle. You seem so tough on the outside, all brash and wild, but I think, on the inside, you want someone to hold you close and let you relax and perhaps even submit.”

“And I think you’re fucking crazy.”

“Maybe so, but maybe not. Are you willing to take that chance though? Or would you rather miss out?”

“I’m not missing out on anything, thank you.”

Every few days the pair shared a message exchange with him trying to cajole her into meeting with him, at least for coffee. He wanted to sit down with this woman and talk to her. He learned bits and pieces about her through text messages, like guessing her favorite color one day or finding out that she had a cat. Little, trivial things. Eventually he expected he’d wear her down or she’d block his number, but he never knew which. After several months of their back and forth she agreed to meet him for coffee, but only coffee. She pulled up to the shop and walked in glancing around to see if he had beat her there. She didn’t see him so she turned to leave as she figured her attempt had been made. Not her fault he wasn’t there at the agreed upon time. She spun on her heel only to bump right into him. And the picture he’d sent did not even come close to doing him justice. He was taller than her with dark, commanding eyes and short black hair. She wasn’t exactly short and her hair was blonde and punky with flashing hazel eyes. He grinned. “Leaving so soon?”

He took her arm and steered her to a table before going up to get coffee for them. He had learned she liked a good mocha with double whip cream. His choice was a more basic latte. When he returned he sat down and simply stared at her for a long moment. She arched an eyebrow and then very deliberately ran a finger through the whipped cream on her drink, sucking it off her finger, never breaking eye contact with him. He smiled. “See, brash indeed, your haircut says you’re a little wild, but that, that right there just calls for someone to bend you over their knee for a good spanking.” “I don’t think so,” her words were sharp and biting and made him chuckle. The rest of the date was full of such back and forth.

When her phone dinged shortly after she got home and she saw it was him she audibly groaned. Sure, she was attracted to the man, but she wasn’t the submissive type and she knew it. But she couldn’t help a smile when she saw it.

“Did you make it home OK sweet girl?”

“Of course I did. I’m not some shrinking violet who can’t handle herself alone.”

Again messages were exchanged and they learned more about one another as well as slowly becoming more intimate with him pushing and she finding herself wanting to answer. She didn’t think about what this might mean. She didn’t want to so she shoved it from her mind and pretended it was all a game. Little did she know how big the stakes were.

One day a multi-hued bouquet of carnations showed up at her job with a note. ‘Dinner. Tonight. 6:30 PM at the Landmark. The Landmark, she thought; he was really pulling out all the stops suddenly, but she wasn’t missing up a chance for a good order of Clams Casino so she freshened up after work and was waiting at the restaurant in her car by 6:20. At 6:25 he tapped on the window and she slid from the car. They enjoyed a nice dinner without quite so much sniping back and forth this time, just real conversation and at the end of the night he issued her a challenge. “So, I know you’re not submissive from what you keep telling me, but if I dared you to go to the ladies room, remove your panties, and bring them back to me at this table, what would you say?” She stared him down evenly and replied, “I’m not wearing any.” He threw his head back laughing for a minute. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to come home with me?” “I’m sure,” came the dry response. And then a quieter, “Thank you for the flowers, they were lovely.” “I’m glad you liked them,” he smiled and they left to go their separate ways.

Again he checked to see if she made it home OK and again she had a scathing response ready. At this point even she enjoyed their repartee, even if she occasionally found him infuriating. They began to see one another with more frequency and finally during a walk through a local hiking trail he pushed her against a tree and gave her a split second to say no before he kissed her. There was no thought to her actions, but her arms were around his neck almost instantly and holding onto him. They were both a little shocked when he pulled away from her. “And here I thought you didn’t like me.” She just shrugged and kept walking, a response he had expected. But as they came back through he pushed her against the same tree and kissed her again, refusing to let her just walk away from it this time. He traced his hands down the sides of her body. “Come home with me. Just say yes sweet girl.”

She smiled at the nickname he’d given her and finally after months of waiting, she said yes.

Wicked Wednesday 283 – Memory Lane (Traumatic)

WARNING: This post is about sexual assault and rape and may be triggering for some readers. Please take care of you and if you’re worried about this causing a problem feel free to skip this post. Love, Livvy

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When I told my ex-husband I wanted a divorce, he asked me why and I simply told him I was gay. There was far more to the story than that, but that’s for another time. He took this declaration of mine as a personal challenge. His stance included a suicide threat that was nothing more than attention grabbing, but far worse than that was the quickly escalated abuse.

He wouldn’t have penetrative sex with me because I had immediately stopped taking my birth control in order to avoid just such a thing happening, but he wanted something so he grabbed me by the hair and forced me to give him a blow job. I choked and gagged and eventually he grew disgusted with me and threw me back across the bed. I honestly thought he was going to physically harm me at that point. If things had stopped there it might have been OK for me. I might have mentally been able to get over that particular incident (although I’d put up with years of such treatment.) But that wasn’t the end of it.

Several days later he found me nude in our bedroom. He asked me if he could perform oral sex on me and I said no. I found this to be an odd request given how he’d never liked doing so before now. But when I said no he kept pushing and trying manipulate me into giving in. Finally (and to my shame) I did. Why? Because I just wanted it to stop. Later I learned of the term coercive rape and that is what had happened to me there. I didn’t even have the courage or ability left in me to fight back and stand up for myself. I felt so defeated and broken. I felt like it was my fault for a very long time and it has taken years for me to learn and understand otherwise

These are two memories that will stick with me, and haunt me, for the rest of my life. Sometimes I still wake up crying. It took some time before I would let my current partner see me naked and more before I was OK with oral sex again. I try to remember these good times when the bad ones come rushing back. It helps. So does talking about it.

But today I’m writing about it largely to get the term coercive rape out there. For all the people who were pressured, badgered, and manipulated into a sexual act that they didn’t want, you’re not alone. And it isn’t or wasn’t your fault. If you’re suffering or struggling, please seek help. Talk to a counselor, a trusted friend, your pastor…whoever you can open up to (I know that’s hard), but it helps the healing process. I’ve struggled with opening up and I rarely go into detail about this if I do talk about it. I use euphemisms and subtle hints and references, but rarely do I say anything words related to sexuality out loud. I just don’t have it in me to do so.

And I know these are terrible memories to share and I hope that my readers will forgive me, but I needed to talk about this as I do every so often, because even after half a decade I am still trying to process it all, still trying to cope. I don’t know if I’ll ever be better, but I’ll be stronger eventually.

Wicked Wednesday 282 – Mirror – (Reflections of a Woman)

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Lexi sighed and ran her hands down her body. She was curvy yes, but she was also chubby, no not chubby, fat in all the wrong places. Spinning around she looked over her shoulder at herself and let out another sigh. At least, she thought, her ass filled out a pair of jeans nicely. But she certainly couldn’t see in herself what her boyfriend James seemed to see, not even when she stared at herself in the mirror as she was doing now. Another sigh escaped her and she wandered over to her closet trying to find something to wear for a casual date.

Finding nothing that appealed to her, she walked back over to the mirror and stared some more. “What does he see,” she whispered. Another round of staring at herself from any angle she could manage and she fell back onto the bed behind her, depressed, curious, and well aware that she was going to be late for her evening unless she got moving.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall…” she muttered to herself as she got back up to take a stab at finding something to wear. They were just going bowling so she could get away with jeans she thought and slipped her favorite pair over her black lace boy shorts. Now to find a shirt. Hmm, that’s it. V-neck shirts always showed off her cleavage nicely and if James enjoyed the view so much then she may as well give him something to look at. She laughed as she swiped her lips in berry pink, grabbed her bag, and went to wait for James. His knock came at the door only moments later.

When she opened the door he enveloped her in a hug and a kiss before pulling away to smile at her. “You look ravishing as always.” And a s always, Lexi blushed a bit at his compliment, although she was getting a little better at accepting them. She still had those doubt though and tonight they were in full force just like they’d been on their first date. Lexi did her best to push them away, but she was pensive on the ride to the bowling alley, thinking about how she wasn’t exactly a ten on the attractiveness scale and how she measured up or didn’t measure up and generally tearing herself down despite how hard James was trying to help build her up. Those were her thoughts and when they reached the bowling alley, James stopped her from getting out and took her hands.

“Look Lexi, I know exactly what you’ve been thinking about the entire way here and I wish you could see what I do. You’re beautiful and you don’t even know it. And if my guess is correct, you agonized over what to wear all day and spent some time staring into the mirror and generally berating yourself for not being perfect or skinny. But I don’t care if you don’t measure up to the world’s vision of perfect. You’re my vision of perfect. OK?” She nodded trying not to cry at the sweet words and squeezed his hands. “You’re right, I’ve spent all day ruminating on how I look and how I fail to measure up and everything that comes to mind of that nature. I know I’m fat, I know not everyone is going to like me or want me or even be nice to me. I’ve experienced enough shame about my body to last a lifetime and it some ways it probably will. But you help me try to be better. Now let’s go bowling.”

The pair played a few lightly competitive games (they were both terrible bowlers it turned out) before James decided enough was enough. He stopped Lexi from setting up the next game and told her to stop and look across the room. He covertly pointed out that she was being watched by a man several lanes over. “That’s not disgust Lexi. He’s wondering if we’re together or if we’re just friends. He finds you attractive.” The moment she glanced up the man looked away quickly as though he’d been caught in the act. Lexi looked at James. “Seriously? We’re on a date and you’re pointing out guys checking me out?” He laughed softly. “I just want you to know that I’m not the only one in the world that finds you desirable my dear. That’s all.” He pulled her closer and gave her a rather possessive kiss. “Let’s go back to my place.”

They turned in their ugly rented shoes and left. Lexi began to anticipate having some fun with James, even though she was feeling extra insecure tonight. She almost dreaded taking her clothes off, although he’d seen her naked before and he hadn’t shied away. She was just too deep in her own head. She hoped she could relax.

James poured them both a glass of wine and watched Lexi drink hers more quickly than usual. He took it as a sing that she was eager for him and smiled. Perhaps his little speech in the car had some effect after all. He sat the glass aside and pulled her close to him for another kiss. Before too long her shirt was off and his clothing followed until they were both nude on his couch. James knelt down and kissed his way up Lexi’s legs, enjoying the feel of her skin and finding a sensitive spot just behind her right knee. They’d had sex, but he hadn’t gone down on her yet and that made her nervous too. What if he didn’t like her vulva or clit, what if she was just too fat there too? What if, what if what if?

And then he kissed her clit and she sighed gently. James smiled up at her although she wasn’t watching him and continued to tease her with small kisses, nibbles, and tiny licks here and there. He wanted her to ask for this. To relax enough to enjoy herself. Gradually her legs opened wider and she gathered up the courage to look down at him as he sucked gently at her. Their eyes met and she could see naked desire in his, while he saw the fear in hers. “You know we can always stop,” he reminded her. “I…I don’t want you to stop. Please…” He smiled at her again and finally, given permission, he fairly dove into her, lifting her thighs over his shoulders so her could bury his face against her skin.

Lexi shivered at the feelings he gave her and began to whimper and gasp, slowly getting louder and louder as she neared that edge. He murmured words that she couldn’t make out against her skin and the vibrations were enough. She arched her back, thrusting her body towards him as her orgasm took her breath away. James looked up at the satiated and wanton looking woman on his couch and grinned. He wondered if she knew he’d been telling her he loved her. He took her to bed then and took her over and over that night, always driving her to higher peaks than before.

Wicked Wednesday – Car Keys – (The Hunt)

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Marc swore softly to himself, then called out to his girlfriend, “Hey Cass, have you seen my keys?” “No idea hon!” came the half shouted reply from the other side of the house. But Cassandra did know where her keys were. She grabbed them and when she found Marc still looking and growing ever frustrated she left them jingle softly as they slipped into her bra. Marc looked up. “Did you find my keys?”

She grinned at him and ran her hands down her body. “You should come over here and find out.” He gave her a lewd grin and walked over to her, then walked around her, appreciating the view from the back as well as the front. “I think, my dear, that if you have my keys you’d best hand them over. “And I still think if you want them you should come get them.” And Cassandra skipped away laughing. Marc chased after her, his mood lightened somewhat and grabbed around the waist. He proceeded to check her pockets, making sure to squeeze her ass when her checked the pockets on the back of her jeans. While he was distracted with her ass, she leaned in and trailed a hot line of kisses along his jawline. He moaned and grabbed her ass harder, having completely forgotten about his keys for the moment.

Cassandra pressed herself against his body, hoping he couldn’t feel her keys and the slid down to her knees, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his cock from its denim prison. She stroked it gently for a minute making him groan and beg her for more. So she gave him more as she wrapped her lips around his cock and began to bob her head up and down sucking gently then harder. Marc fairly purred his appreciation, resting his hand on the back of her head while she swirled her tongue around the tip before taking him as deep as she could while she sucked and licked at the same time. She wanted him to forget about his keys for now and it seemed to be working.

“Cass, if you keep that up, I won’t be able to fuck you.” A mumbled and muffled, “That’s fine. I want this instead.” reached his ears and he grinned as he looked down to see her pop the button on her own jeans to she could reach down to play with herself while she sucked him off. That made him moan and thrust his hips involuntarily. He could imagine the taste of her and wanted the real thing. And that’s what made him want to come more than anything. He growled softly and Cass knew he would come for her soon and she just wanted to taste him. His hips began to move in time with her sucking and she smiled to herself around the delightful dick in her mouth. Soon. Sooner than she thought as Marc suddenly froze mid-thrust and she could feel the hot salty liquid coating her mouth. She moaned happily her mouth still wrapped around him and that caused him to shiver and gently push her away. “No more Babe. I can’t handle it.” She smiled up at him and remained where she was. “So, are you gonna come find those keys now?”

He pulled her to her feet and deliberately began to feel her up wondering where she might have hidden his keys. Cassandra reveled in the feeling of his hands on her body and grinned as he grabbed her tits, but the keys never made a sound. Marc began to slowly strip her starting with her jeans where he took the opportunity to plant a kiss on her mons as a promise of what would come later. Or perhaps sooner. He could smell her and it was distracting him from his keys again. Just a quick taste he thought, to tease them both, then he’d strip her down the rest of the way. Surely he’d find his keys then. And he moved her legs apart gently to get better access and swiped her tongue along her slit a couple of times. He looked up at her as she moaned breathily and kissed her there his tongue darting out once more. But he was a man on a mission and worked his way back up her body, slowly sliding her t-shirt up and trailing kisses as he went. Soon she was left in just her bra and he remembered that old game that girls would play with the boys, dropping the boy’s keys down their bras and daring the boys to come get them. He laughed triumphantly and reached into her bra, groping her as he did so, only to remove her keys instead. He looked confused for a moment then looked at her and began to laugh. “You little minx. You set me up!” Cassandra smiled at him. “Was it worth it?” He laughed again and picked her up only to deposit her on the couch on feet away and pulled her jeans the rest of the way off. “Worth it,” He muttered as he buried his face between her thighs.

Wicked Wednesday 280 – Hologram (Ghostly)

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It was karaoke night at the bar and snippets of song filled the air while the groups of friends sat and talked about their own taste in music, including the holographic duets that they had seen recently. There was some laughter at the seeming inability of people to let the dead rest in peace. Somehow, ironically, a game of Fuck, Marry, Kill with holograms and the deceased performers came up. Names were gone over from Marilyn Monroe and Elvis Presley to more modern day artists like Michael Jackson. One of the girls, quieter than her friends, began to think about this holographic thing and pondered just how having sex with a hologram might work. Then Sylvie decided that by the very nature of a hologram it obviously wouldn’t be possible and laughed at her own flight of fancy. She was better off going to Graceland and trying to have sex with the ghost of Elvis. Hmmm, ghostly sex…now that might be a thing. Was it like masturbation without the effort?

The evening ended and everyone went their separate ways. Sylvie walked home still lost in thought about the idea of a sexy ghostly encounter. It wasn’t even Halloween yet! She decided that she must be a little odd, but no more so than the people who wrote horror themed erotica on the web. Reading it was what she thought of as one of her guilty pleasure. Surely no one would understand her fascination with ghosts and sex and how they intertwined.

Sylvie, still laughing at herself, settled into bed with her kindle for a little light reading before bed. Nothing a bit of good erotica and a good finger bang wouldn’t cure for her tonight. She read until she couldn’t help herself any longer and set the kindle aside and began touching her own naked body. She teased her breasts and nipples, tugging at them and wishing there was someone with her to suck and bite at them, but she very quickly reached between her legs, feeling her own wetness and began to rub and stroke just the way she liked. A soft moan escaped her lips and she slid one finger into her pussy, clenching around it gently as she fucked herself, for a moment, before adding another finger. Soon she had three of her finger buried in her pussy and her other hand rubbing furiously at her clit. An orgasm washed over her and she lay back and relaxed, temporarily sated.

Sometime later she woke to what felt like soft hands caressing her skin. She sighed happily and murmured at the feeling as those “hands” roamed across her skin teasing and gentle, stopping to do what felt like tug at her nipples. She finally wondered to herself if she was dream as she could see or hear anyone in the room with her. She resolved that this must be the case and so she closed her eyes again, letting herself enjoy the feelings. A soft whisper came to her. “Not a dream my dear, just the granting of a wish.” Sylvie started and her eyes flew open, but the room appeared to be empty save herself. This time she felt warm lips press against her forehead, then both cheeks before claiming her mouth in a cold but warm kiss. She gave in to the urge to kiss back and there was a sigh so something must be going right. Sylvie still couldn’t shake the dreamlike feeling she had.

After what seemed like ages of whispered breaths across her skin and delicate touches to drive her wild she opened her eyes and found a semi solid form sitting on her bed looking at her. She shrieked in surprise and sat bolt upright. “Who are you?” This time she knew she wasn’t dreaming. “I, my dear, am the ghost of your dreams,” came a soft, but deep voice, “and I’m here to fuck you just as you want.” Sylvie pinched herself then, just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming and the ghostly figure laughed at her. Tonight, I’m just as real as you are Sylvie.” His form solidified further and he could make out a handsome face, although there still wasn’t enough detail to his form to see the color of his eyes or hair. Just a translucent naked body that looked damn good for a dead man. Sylvie suddenly found herself quite wanting. “What’s your name?” “Pierce Andrews.” “What happened to you? Why are you here? How did you get here?” “Another time my dear. We shouldn’t waste this night.” And again she felt his touch though it was more solid than before and she just let herself relax into it as his hands found her most sensitive places. She felt his mouth, warmer now, sucking and biting at her neck and then trailing down along her breasts to her nipples. Sylvie moaned and arched her upper body off of her bed at the feeling and then gasped as she felt his fingers dip inside of her gently before coming back to circle her clit. She was immediately throbbing with desire just from that simple touch. In a game of Fuck, Marry, Kill she thought she’d marry this one and keep fucking him. He teased her clit while biting harder at and harder at her nipples until she cried out as she orgasmed from the combined stimulus. “Beautiful,” he whispered.

Then his cock slid inside her and it felt as warm and as real as any cock ever had and she gasped at the fullness of it. She didn’t notice that slowly he was starting to solidify slightly more and more until his weight pinned her to the bed. She suddenly found her herself staring into green eyes with a shock of dark brown hair that wanted to fall in his face. Instinctively she reached up to push it out of the way and lost her breath at the soft texture she felt under her fingers. Then she begged. “Please, please, Pierce, please fuck me.”

Pierce smiled and kissed her, loving the way she said his name and drove himself deeper into her body both of them crying out at the feeling. Soon they established a rhythm that left them both panting, although Sylvie wondered if ghosts really needed to breathe. Moments later she no longer cared as she orgasmed and then orgasmed again in quick succession. Soon she was fighting back screams as she received the fucking of her life from one who was long since dead.

Hours later Sylvie awoke and remembering her night she assumed it really was all just a dream. A very vivid dream, but a dream nonetheless. But then she shifted her body and feeling the bits of tenderness that felt like love bites along with that slightly tender feeling of a good hard fuck made her wonder after all. What really happened last night? And her mind wandered back to Pierce and if he would visit her again. She just knew her imagination was taking off on her until she saw the note.

“I enjoyed out time together. Au revoir.”

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Wicked Wednesday 278 – Tattoo – (One and Only)

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He frowned as he sat in the car thinking furiously. He knew he wanted to do this, not just for himself, but for her. But how best to do it? What to use as that perfect symbol? A thousand ideas crossed his mind and were instantly discarded at the same time. Finally, finally it came to him. He got out of the car and headed into the small shop, the best one in town from all his research, and explained just what he wanted done. For her.

The unfamiliar buzz of a tattoo machine humming to life brought him back to the present and he realized with a start that he was really about to get a tattoo for someone else. He’d always heard it was a bad idea, but in this case he felt it was an excellent plan and if things ever didn’t work out, he’d always have the reminder of a love that had changed him in ways he never thought possible. Holding very still he watched the process with great interest as the tattoo began to take shape on his left bicep.

After the tattoo was done, cleaned off, and bandaged up, he headed home to her. Hopefully she wouldn’t be freaked out by the tattoo or his reasons behind it and would approve of his choice. He decided that he would reveal it as part of their evening and he could also explain himself then. Arriving home he greeted her at the door and then set off to put together a simple meal for them to share. The entire time his head was filled with thoughts of how she might react and how things would go. Coming to a conclusion, he smiled, and they ate dinner, chatting quietly about their respective days and simply enjoying one another. She cleared their plates away at the end of the meal and washed up while she heard him puttering around upstairs. When she finished up her task she joined him.

They shared a kiss, then another and another and he almost lost himself in her arms. He wanted to lose himself and to take her with him. But first…

“I have a surprise for you, my Dear.” She looked up at him and watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He’d removed the bandage from the tattoo just moments before so she would be able to see it in all of its fresh and angry red glory. Setting the shirt aside he turned so she could see it, a small bit of jet black knot work in the shape of a heart there on his arm. “This is for you, for us, for always. And you are going to take care of it for me. There is a sheet describing how to care for it in the bathroom. I expect you will gather the needed supplies and will ensure that it heals well, by taking proper care of me and it.” Her eyes widened and she nodded slowly. “Of course, Sir. I will do whatever is needed for you and your new adornment. Thank you Sir for thinking of me, of us, and for taking such a drastic change to show your devotion. I love you.”