Who comes when and where... yes, that title played in my mind as I was reading this final bit of Vala's first power exchange session with The Queen, Tommy, and Simon. Months of vanilla togetherness led up to this. The rest of the book, its pacing, makes me ponder what to share next. By the time this goes live, I may try doing my own Kickstarter to see if I can save up the money for a copy and sensitivity edit on this book.
"Yeah. You will need to do more of the moving," The Queen replied.
Tommy slid a second finger into Vala's ass; she leaned harder into The Queen, moaning against his skin. He pumped his fingers into her as he cupped her asscheek with his other hand.
"Is it that much better knowing I am making you my slave tomorrow?" The Queen taunted.
"Yes, my Queen. Please, my Queen," Vala cried.
"Please, what?" he demanded.
"Come. Tommy's cock. Please. Fuck," Vala babbled.
The Queen clicked his tongue. "You missed an awful lot of title use in that."
"Sorry, my Queen. Sorry. Unh. My Queen!" Vala trembled against The Queen as Tommy's fingers were replaced by his hard cock.
"You don't have permission to come yet, girl," Tommy barked.
"Please, my Lord," Vala begged. "You feel so good in my ass, my Lord."
"I wonder if that begging'll sound even prettier once she wears your collar, my Queen," Simon commented as he traced his fingers over Vala's shoulder. "That said, by your leave, I'd rather wait to sample the girl once she is your slave. I've had enough vanilla from her."
"Sure. Sit beside us, love?" The Queen replied.
"Sure, my Queen." Simon moved where Vala could see him out of the corner of her eye.
Tommy started pumping into Vala's ass, fucking her with increasing speed.
Her bound hands pressing into Tommy's stomach, Vala basked in the double penetration. "Please, my Queen. Need to come so bad, my Queen," she whimpered.
The Queen brushed Vala's hair back from her face. "You do, my baby girl?"
Orgasm trying to break through at his word choice, Vala moaned, "Yes, please, my Queen. I beg to come, my Queen." She gazed into his eyes, feeling lost in their icy blue depths. "Beg, my Queen. Beg, my Lord."
"Come for us," The Queen said before capturing Vala's lips and kissing her hard. His tongue thrust into her mouth, seeming timed with Tommy's cock.
Vala pushed herself into the kiss as she pushed back with her hips against Tommy. She tightened her thighs against The Queen. Yours. Theirs. My Queen. Thank. Thank.
"Gonna fill you with my cum, girlie. You want my cum?" Tommy pulled on Vala's earlobe with his teeth.
Grunting into The Queen's mouth, Vala practically screamed her begging.
"That's my girl." Tommy thrust deep into Vala's ass and stilled. "Thanks, my Queen. Love you, Simon, Vala." His weight pressed down on her and The Queen.
"I beg to swallow your cum, my Queen," Vala whimpered.
Tommy laughed. "My Queen?"
Tommy's cock pulled from Vala's ass and his arms slipped under her bound ones. Feeling weightless in his arms, she nonetheless held in a shriek when he lifted her off The Queen. Trust. The tang of her arousal and The Queen's pre-cum filled her nose as her face and hair fell toward him. She struggled to wrap her mouth around his cock even with her hair in the way. She sucked him in, including her curls, and sucked as her orgasm continued to pump in her body. His cum filled her mouth and then her throat as she shuddered in Tommy's grasp.
"My girl," The Queen groaned as he grasped Vala's head and eased her hair back. "My sweet, baby girl."
Trust their care and love. Vala groaned as Tommy led her body across the couch, across The Queen's and Simon's laps. She turned her head and looked up at Simon's face through her hair. "Love you, my Lord."
"Love you, sweet girl." Simon brushed Vala's hair back from her face.
Vala trembled against the men.
"Here's a blanket, sweet," Tommy said before the welcome weight and warmth of the afghan covered Vala. He lifted her legs and joined them on the couch.
Moaning, Vala relaxed against them. The orgasm continued to play in her body in relaxing waves that made her tremble.
"Such a good girl," The Queen murmured as he rubbed her arm through the blanket.
"Thanks, my Queen. Love you, my Queen. Love you, my Lords." Vala shuddered with delight and closed her eyes.
Everyone knows the old saying “you can’t judge a book by its cover” isn’t true anymore. Not with the fast-paced world of digital publishing where every time you turn around there’s a new, interesting book release.
In this world, readers have to judge a book by its cover. Which means you need a kickass cover.
So what makes a kickass cover?
1. It has to look professional.
There are a lot of authors making their own book covers, which is super cool IF they know what they’re doing. But graphic design takes a lot of skill and training most authors haven’t put the time and effort into. And believe me, readers can tell. This is also true for cheap pre-made covers. There’s nothing wrong with grabbing up a pre-made cover that matches the book IF it’s professionally done. But I’ve seen a lot of amateur book covers being sold for $30 and the images are stretched, the font is plain and doesn’t stand out, and the resolution is terrible. Remember, you get what you pay for.
If you want to be taken seriously as an author, you have to come right out of the gate looking like a professional. You have to compete with thousands of traditionally published authors who have covers made by industry professionals with the help of a sales team. That means putting the time and/or money into a cover. It’s the very first thing readers see when they browse books.
2. It has to stand out.
Thousands of books are being published every single day. The market is flooded now more than ever. It’s awesome so many people are getting their stories out there into the world, but it also means there’s a lot of competition for yours to stand out. So how do you stand out in the crazy world of digital publishing?
Do something unexpected. Use a bright color for a horror novel. Or a dark color for a sweet romance. Stay away from trends. Or if you want to go with a trend, put your own twist on it. Or be a minimalist and make good use of dead space. Look at what’s flooding the market and avoid it. Change the angle, desaturate the photo, use a funky font, just do something different.
3. It has to project the right tone.
One of the biggest mistakes I’ve seen authors make with their covers is trying to do too much at once. Your book cover doesn’t need to tell exactly what it’s about. If it’s a paranormal romance about a single mom who falls in love with a werewolf on vacation in Hawaii, you don’t need a wolf, a palm tree, a child, and a couple kissing on the cover. There IS such thing as too much of a good thing.
Think about the tone you want readers to pick up on. Prioritize. Remember, standing out is important but in a way that makes sense for the book. What’s the mood? What’s the genre? Is it funny and flirty? Is it dark and horrific? Is it a deep, emotional memoir? Each of these would use a completely different set of colors, fonts, and effects to create a tone that will give readers an idea of what they’ll experience when they open the book.
When you hire a cover artist, make sure you communicate clearly how you want readers to feel when they look at your book cover. And how they will feel when reading your book. A good cover artist should be able to match the inside to the outside and combine that with standing out and looking professional. With this formula, you should be well on your way to a successful career (in whatever way you define it).
Thank you for having me and I hope these points help you design (or choose a designer) the perfect cover for your book! Remember, pay for a professional (or take a class!), keep it simple but unique, and communicate clearly with your designer.
Justice is the lead designer at Rebel Book Design. After spending 6 years as a hybrid author and learning photoshop to make marketing graphics, she took a formal course on graphic design and realized, as much as she likes creating what’s inside the book, she likes creating the outside even more.
To see her portfolio, services, and prices, check out her website at www.rebelbookdesign.com or email her at rebelbookdesign at gmail dot com. You can also like my facebook page at www.facebook.com/rebelbookdesign to stay in touch.
I didn't do anything to make Kayla blush this week :D
The picture got me thinking of some work I just did in my WIP. In the spirit of Kayla's rule of "original content, please" and the fact that I generally use #MasturbationMonday to explore scenes with characters doing stuff that doesn't always fit into the serialized novel I'm working on, I'm thinking on a snippet of action between Prisca and Abrecan after they're newly paired within The Queen's hierarchy and what it might lead to a few days after their pairing...
"Come now, my boy. You may have enjoyed this position to tease me when I was yours, but I still like the position so now you'll please me in it." Prisca grinned as she settled her ass between Abrecan's legs and then tossed her right leg up on his shoulder.
Abrecan gazed down at Prisca's naked cunt spread wide open in front of him, desire and confusion warring on his gorgeous face.
"Touch me, little boy. Keep touching me until I say stop," Prisca ordered.
His thumb skittered over her clit as his fingers came to rest on her lower belly. He gave his thumb a quick lick before starting to rub her again. Pressing his lips to her calf, he let his finger glide over the opening of her cunt.
"More." She pushed against him, angling so his thumb slid into her. "Good boy, good boy." Relaxing her torso down to her bed, she led his other hand to her breast. "Don't be afraid to pinch a little. I'll say if I don't like it."
"Yes, my Lady," he choked out. His fingers pressed into her erect nipple.
"Harder," she demanded. "Fingers in my cunt, thumb on my clit. Make me come, boy." Fuck! I love his strong arms, hands. How'd I ever get so lucky to have him as mine? "Hmm, that's good, my good sweet boy. You like pleasing me?"
"Yes, I love pleasing you, my Lady," he whimpered, his cock jumping in his g-string against her ass in agreement.
"Both breasts need your attention, boy. Sweet boy." She tightened her vaginal muscles around his thick fingers. Can I have him penetrate my ass and keep control? Maybe it's too soon? She reached under her, her fingers moving over his wrist as her pinkie slipped into her asshole, moistened by her cunt. After he gave her other breast a hard squeeze, she gasped in pleasure and led his hand to her mouth. She sucked his middle finger into her mouth, sliding down his skin until her lip wrapped around the bottom of his finger.
"My Lady," he pleaded.
She released his finger long enough to ask, "Does my sucking make you wonder when you might get to ejaculate, boy?"
Moaning at Prisca swallowing his finger again, Abrecan nodded his head.
Licking the soft pad of his fingertip, she asked, "But the wonder of maybe being allowed to come is so much you can't even imagine where I'd let you come?"
"My Lady?" he whimpered.
"Gods, I love hearing you say my title, ask my title, moan my title." She pulled down her leg and pushed him onto his back before surging forward to straddle his cock. "Let me know when you're very close, when you need to come, little boy."
"Yes, my Lady."
She snatched his fists from where they pressed against her thighs and lead them to her breasts. "You remember how I like my breasts touched, right? Me being on top doesn't change that." Moans and whimpers slipped from her lips when he obeyed her guidance. Her back arched even as she moved her hips faster and faster. She rocked her way into her first orgasm as she led one of his hands down, pressing his finger against her clit. "Keep stroking!"
"My Lady," he gasped. "Yes, please, my Lady. Oh!" His throat worked with his anxious swallowing. "You feel so good, my Lady."
"Yes, little boy!" She clamped her thighs against his hips for a moment before spinning around on his cock, her feet and arms coming to rest before she started riding him again. Before she could say something, his hand returned to her clit and she went rigid as the best orgasm filled her.
"Please, please, my Lady," he whimpered.
Prisca tilted her head to look at Abrecan's pinched face. "Do you need to come, my little boy?"
"Please, my Lady. Please, I need to ejaculate, to come, whatever word you prefer, my Lady. Please, I beg for release, my Lady."
"Good boy." She pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling off him and flipping around so she knelt between his legs. She grabbed his cock with one hand and started roughly jacking him off, his cock pointed at her chest.
"My Lady?" he pleaded.
She stroked faster.
"Don't... know... I can--"
"Come for me," she interrupted him. She gasped through another orgasm as his warm cum splashed over her breasts and stomach. "My good boy." When the cum stopped, she grabbed him by his hair and led his mouth to clean her. "Good boy. You pleased me so much, good boy." She pushed him back on the pillows again and straddled his hips again, his soft cock pressing against her stomach. "Good boy." This will be enough, some day, I hope.
I teased Meredith on Facebook with how much I should post today- but I'd already decided to keep being a tease :D . So You get a little less than half this week and the rest of the scene next week. Then I'm left with "what next?" I'm not sure if I'll continue with "Out of the Night: Book One." I'm waiting on my BRs' thoughts and saving up the money for editing- I want to do a copy edit and a sensitivity edit so that makes it even harder to consider "how much I need to save up."
Now we continue with Vala's first power exchange sexual/BDSM experience with The Queen, Tommy, and Simon...
"She does look real good like that, my Queen. The tape is a nice touch," Simon commented with his voice growing louder in Vala's hearing.
Vala startled and tightened her jaw when the first lash fell across her back. How do I beg to come with his cock in my mouth? I'm not going to last.
"That's a girl," Tommy cooed as he used one hand to stroke Vala's cheek. "Are you trying to make me come fast so you don't have so much to worry about your own orgasm?"
Trembling as The Queen slowly applied lashes up and down her back, Vala lifted her gaze to Tommy's face; his grin encouraged her eyelashes to flutter as her eyes rolled up in pleasure.
"It seems we have the makings of a pain slut, my Queen. I believe your sweet Vala is fighting not to come without permission from the flogging," Tommy drawled.
A second hand joined Tommy's in Vala's hair and The Queen growled, "Is that right, my little slut? Gonna come from being whipped?" He dragged the flogger over her genitals, yanking loud moans from her. "I think after me and my boys get our enjoyment from you, I might just have to tie you down to the bed and flog you until my arm tires. I wonder how many orgasms I could get out of you."
Want to be yours, my Queen. Tears sprung to Vala's eyes when Tommy pulled her down hard onto his cock, forcing her to deepthroat him. She pushed down with her knees so she wouldn't kick out and lose her balance. With churning hips, she struggled with her readiness to orgasm.
"She has a lot of orgasm training ahead of her," Simon joked as his fingers slipped between Vala's labia and over her clit. Two of his fingers slid into her cunt as her hands were pulled to the small of her back. "Wonderful touch, my Queen."
Tape started around Vala's wrists. A whole bunch of movement happened fast, leaving her wondering. Her head was yanked away from Tommy's cock.
"Gimme her cunt," The Queen barked as one of the boys lifted Vala by her arms.
Vala bent her legs at the knees as she was lowered over The Queen's hard cock. "My Queen," she whimpered as he penetrated her cunt. She pressed her face against his shoulder as she started to move her hips.
With his thumb, Tommy traced Vala's asscrack. "Look at you moving against The Queen. Are you turned on enough that I can take your ass without lube?"
Vala grunted, "Huh?"
"I do so love to fuck a little sub with The Queen," Tommy growled.
"Sub? My Lord?" Vala echoed.
"The Queen and I don't discriminate. Man, woman, a submissive of an indeterminate gender identity. You'll do just fine." Tommy pushed apart Vala's asscheeks, his fingers pressing into tender spots from the spanking and flogging.
"Please, my Lord, please," Vala begged. She gasped to feel his fingers move between her lips and The Queen's cock.
"I think that should be enough." Tommy slipped one finger into Vala's asshole.
"Please, please, please, my Lord," Vala whined.
"Is my guess at your plan correct, my Queen?" Tommy asked.
(Next week, you'll get to enjoy The Queen's answer.)
So I admit that this doesn't feel as good as I'd normally give yall. But arguing two mornings in a row with my Master and it being sadly too close to my bedtime (evil day job tomorrow) has me pushing to finish. Hoping to manage writing and vlogging tomorrow. But for this evening, before going to bed with my Kindle, I leave you in Audrey and Kayla's capable hands; hopefully Kayla will add the link to buy her book "Madame Gretchen" in the comments :D
I turn on my Kindle and smile to see the reduced items, the painfully cishet books and other awful memories purged. I go to the "BDSM and spanking" collection. That's right "Madame Gretchen." I reach between my legs- no need to wait for Audrey. Such a cast of characters. It feels good to imagine them, naked, sighing, writhing, fucking.
I hurry ahead to Ivory's chapter. This simplicity of her loving memories encourages faster fingers. The rope, the rope... and Audrey arrives but she's not alone; Pekka struggles after her with his wrists tied together, his fingers folded into each other. I press my left hand against my thigh, dropping my Kindle. The rope plays in my mind.
"That's my girl. Restrain yourself since I can't." Audrey laughs as Pekka's head drops forward. "Well, have my hands full." She kisses his neck. "Do you like Kayla's Bella? I do. She makes me wanna do things to you."
"Yes, my Lady," Pekka groans; my fingers leave my clit as I reach forward to squeeze his balls. "You don't have to. I know how you feel about men."
"But now you're ready for pleasure, whatever your Lady, my love, decides to give you." My fingers return to my body, my lips, my clit, my cunt.
"And you do look so good hard, little boy. Even if I don't decide to do anything with your cock," Audrey purrs. She licks her hand, her raspberry tongue holding my gaze. Her hand drops to her cock and my finger slips into my cunt. Her cock slides into his ass and I moan aloud; she smiles at my sound not restrained in just my mind for her and Pekka to enjoy.
My head falls to the side as she continues to love her submissive with her body and me with her gaze. The first small orgasm comes and I close my eyes for a moment. But just a moment because there is more for me to watch.
I'm grateful I noticed Meredith sharing this hop's sign up; I'd forgotten about it with my preoccupation with "Gates of the Garden: Book Two"s rewrite. If you'd like to enjoy a little fun with a vlog, I talk about the rewrite and other stuff in this vlog. But back to "Out of the Night: Book One," I'm actually looking for another person or two to BR. It's a short novel (not much over 50K) and I have the software to make PDFs, MOBIs, and ePUBS. Polyamorous, pansexual, and at times most hard core. Let me know in the comments if you're interested.
And with that, here is this week's continuation of Vala's first serious power exchange scene with The Queen, Tommy, and Simon...
"Hold back from orgasm, no matter how good her mouth feels, as I have a plan for enjoying Vala further that includes both of us."
"Yes, my Queen." Tommy stood and pulled his silk lounge pants off. "Did your plan include moving to the bed?"
"Not yet." The Queen arched an eyebrow.
Before Vala could grasp what The Queen's motion meant, Tommy grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her down to the couch. Her stomach hit the surface warmed by her thighs and her breasts pressed against his thighs as she groaned to feel his semi-hard cock slip between her lips.
Grunting with Tommy's hand still in her hair, Vala tongued his cock as it grew harder in her mouth. She rubbed her legs together to get some relief. At the heat of The Queen's hand on her ass, she arched her back to push back into it.
"On your knees, little girl, and let Tommy lead you into the facefucking he wants to give you," The Queen ordered.
Tommy yanked Vala's head up, pulling her off his cock. "Whatever The Queen does to you, remember not to bite me."
"Yes, my Lord," Vala whimpered. She hungrily sucked his cock back into her mouth when he lowered her head.
"Get all her hair out of the way, around your hand if you like," The Queen ordered.
His hand winding up all of her hair, Vala sensed the yanking both in her scalp and cunt. Her eyelids fluttered shut when the tape touched her neck.
"I almost forgot to mark this pretty neck," The Queen teased.
Yes, please, my Queen. Vala pushed her tongue against the underside of Tommy's cock as she struggled to be light in his grasp. The tape and the heat of The Queen's fingers pressed against her skin all the way to the nape of her neck. A pulse of pleasure filled her cunt and she fought it down so she didn't disobey.
"Do you like wearing my mark?" The Queen brushed his fingers over Vala's skin just below the tape.
Vala moaned as loud as she could muster around Tommy's cock.
"Of course you do. You have put such pretty words into your begging." The Queen chuckled. "Now I have her back as a canvass. How should I decorate it, Tommy?"
"Did you want to see how she would respond to a flogging, my Queen? Some reddening of her skin might be lovely."
"Well maybe just a little. Maybe if Simon gets home in time he can give her more." The Queen traced Vala's asscrack. "Would you like Simon to play with you too?"
"Hm hm," Vala grunted. She grabbed Tommy's thighs when The Queen landed a spank on her ass, his hand cupping the right cheek. She tightened her lower body, feeling the pleasure run through her. Her wordless moans returned, her mouth clutching Tommy, when The Queen smacked her ass several more times.
"Simon, good, grab me that mini suede flogger Raanan just made for me? And come join us enjoying Vala when you can?" The Queen called out, alerting Vala to Simon's arrival.
This isn't over my head. It's just the power exchange that's new. And oh, Simon. Maybe I'll end up with triple penetration!
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Thank goodness that Candace Blevins (the author of said book) came to my rescue when I couldn't find my review on Facebook; as an author, I don't post my reviews on Amazon because they seem to think that authors are not also readers. I managed to mis-name her book on my vlog; I protest though that a total power exchange is the type of relationship the narrator and her dominant have in the book :D
A few spoilers in my review of "Absolute Power Exchange – 20 years later" by Candace Blevins
As a lifestyle submissive with twenty-four years experience (getting close to twenty in my current collar, with my current dominant), "Absolute Power Exchange – 20 years later" touched my heart and turned me on, maybe not quite in the way a person without BDSM experience would *experience.* While I read, there were times when I gave a happy sigh that would catch my Master's attention; yes, He made many jokes about me not being wired right- I guess I wasn't supposed to feel romantic during watersports? Haha. When I Candace told me about "intense BDSM" being in the book, I wondered how it compared to what I do, what I've done. I did spend time in this wonderful novella considering the difference and similarities between my Master and me, Sir and "I" of the book. I've often thought that I wanted my Master to be more hands-on, to micromanage as Sir comments in the book (I swear I remember him commenting that). The story was very emotionally satisfying for me; now if only my Master read erotic romance. Or maybe not, because the intensity is lovely to read, but I like some of the lack of protocols in my daily life.
And finally, the link so you can buy and enjoy the book yourself.
Oh the humor of my life... I started writing this before Kayla got week 139's picture up and then my virtual family and I talked about the picture and at least two of us got off. This is more than 4th wall breaking :D Don't worry about the German too much, although it's easy enough (the German, that is) that you should be able to use Google translate if you don't know German; while I'm talking about the German, I'm not entirely sure I got it all 100% right as I'm a German learner. And so I leave you in the capable hands of Audrey and Vala as they enjoy Eoin and myself...
"What does masturbation month mean to people like us who at times have negotiated away the right to give ourselves release to a dominant?" Vala asks me.
I tap a finger against my lips. "So you don't want to wait until we see the picture Kayla chose for this week?" I relax back as my words finish traveling across the screen of my mind. "What's the sign for masturbation anyway? Is there one?"
"Naughty girl." Audrey's voice startles me at the same time I find my now naked body restrained by my beautiful girlfriend.
"But love," I whimper as her long fingers move over my nipples.
"Shaman got you yesterday. My turn." Audrey kisses my neck. "We can look at Kayla's picture in a bit; for now, I want to feel your loveliness in m arms." Her hand is so gentle as she takes m left hand and leads it between my legs. "Don't want you coming too fast."
"Hm, yes," I moan at the shock of pleasure when my fingers move over my clit. While I appreciate her whole body holding me, I especially luxuriate in the press of her breast and cock against me.
"Oo, my Lady!" Vala squeals. "You should see the luscious picture Kayla picked for this week! Makes me wanna go find my boy!"
"Please, Audrey," I beg. Just a few days after ovulation, and I am still a ball of erotic energy.
"Now, now. I'm your girlfriend, not your dom." Audrey drops sweet kisses on my neck. "Although this looks tasty."
Vala holds her tablet so Audrey and I can look at Masturbation Monday week 139's picture.
I whimper to see the Wartenberg wheel moving against the nipple; a GIF would have been downright teasing.
"Maybe you need to beg Shaman for some play so you have marks?" Audrey teases as she guides my middle finger into my cunt.
"Maybe," I groan. I turn to see that Vala has claimed her Eoin and a Wartenberg wheel. I relax my neck to allow a deeper turn, my lips finding Audrey's skin.
"Please, my Lady," Eoin whimpers as Vala presses the spokes against the head of his cock.
"Doesn't that look good, Joelle?" Vala laughs.
I roll my eyes at Vala. "You trying to encourage me to switch like you?"
"Du bist schlecht," Vala snarks; I shudder against Audrey.
"Are you gonna come from Vala's German?" Audrey murmurs against my ear. Her fingers caress my nipples.
"Maybe," I spread my legs as I wrote Vala doing recently. My toes press into the comforter beside Audrey's calves.
With her right hand, Audrey traces my labia as her left hand moves to stroke my breasts, one after the other.
"Kommst für mich?" Vala challenges.
I gasp; Vala's German and watching her subtle torture of Eoin's hard cock is so pushing my orgasm closer. The German writing helps as well.
"Why do we have the writing when you're voicing, Vala?"
"Because we want it," Vala replies as her thumb moves over Eoin's piss-hole.
"Yeah." I press my hand over Audrey's as she rubs my nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "Oh that's lovely." I pant and arch into her, her cock pressing wonderfully between my asscheeks.
"Please, please, my Lady," Eoin begs again.
A glance shows Eoin's cock shining with pre-cum and bight red from everything Vala has been doing to him.
I groan and the orgasm pulls the pleasure in my clit tight. I look to his face and then follow his gaze to my crotch.
"Bitte, meine Frau," Eoin whimpers.
"Gute Junge," Vala purrs.
Audrey's finger joins mine in my cunt. "Lovely girl. Love you."
"Love you." I kiss Audrey. I glance again; Vala rubs Eoin's cum into his reddened cock; he groans at the continued stimulation after his ejaculation.
Now not only do you need to go to Masturbation Monday for the other hops but also to enter the contest to win a a PULSE III Duo – masturbation sleeve . Open until 5/6/17.
So this is a reblog, but the feelings of needing to vent remain...
It's probably good that I waited until this morning to write this one 'cause the mood I was in yesterday, there would have been totally unnecessary swear words. Sorry for a moment's sour grapes, but when I read reviews that comment about spelling errors, I wanna demand "WHERE!?!" I understand that, as the author, no amount of perfectionism on my part, I eventually would just miss things, but my beta reader/proofer even had the response to one review of "Where?!? Where is this supposed typo I missed?" lol
Now in talking to reader, reading reviews, I've noticed one thing that invariably sets my blood to boil. When I see "the Queen"- he is not "the Queen"- he is The Queen. That's his name- The and Queen. The Queen. The is capitalized every time, regardless of where his name appears in a sentence. It's not a typo, unless I accidentally typed "the Queen"- that would be the typo. I don't know, maybe too many pieces of culture in which I live- the notion of re-naming oneself is sacrosanct. It is simply not to be questioned what one wants to use as a name. So when he decided he wanted to leave his birth name behind, he took what others had called him: The Queen. Mind you, when I was "growing up in BDSM," in the metro Detroit area, I knew of Dominant going by the scene name of "Goddess Lakshmi."- no, I never met her; I believe Tom was avoiding that lmao. Because young Wiccan that I was, I wouldn't have controlled my tongue :D.
The Queen... THAT is his name. Use it.
Okay vent done.
I think I may be giving you a little more, or maybe being just a little more tease-y. Sorry I missed last week; a rude woman made a trip to the park with the little girl I watch rather unpleasant as she freaked out because I was all covered up (ah duh, I'm allergic to the sun!). "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" rewrite is going well; I've been listening to it in Balabolka. Here's a link to two weeks ago so you can refresh your memory of what's happening if you'd like...
Tommy pulled the bottom of Vala's skirt and tucked it in the waistband. "We'll have to strip you before The Queen has too much more fun," he drawled.
The Queen interrupted Vala by grabbing her boob and squeezing. "Finish whatever comes out of those lips of yours with his title."
"Yes, my Queen," Vala whimpered. She turned her head to gaze wide eyed at Tommy.
Tommy clicked his tongue. "Did just that little squeeze wipe your mind of what you wanted to say, girl?"
"It seems we have taken the sex worker out of the girl."
"It seems, my Queen. I like this girl who just shudders and moans between us." Tommy dragged his fingers up Vala's leg above the approaching electrical tape.
Surprising Vala, The Queen cut the tape again. He pressed the end against her skin with his pinky finger brushing over her freshly shaved genitals. "Now that looks even better. Strip, " he ordered.
Vala lowered her shaking leg to the floor before she struggle to stand. I've stripped in front of hundreds of men. Why is this so scary? They're already nude as usual. She yanked her skirt down and off; her tank top came off next, joining the pile of black cloth.
"I think she needs a little more decoration, my Queen," Tommy murmured.
"Hm. Maybe around these luscious, little breasts. I do want to keep her nipples out for our enjoyment." The Queen grasped one of Vala's nipples between strong thumb and forefinger.
Tensed legs prevented Vala from falling to her knees.
With a grin, The Queen said, "You may sit."
Vala sank gratefully to the couch, even if the leather was startlingly cold on her naked thighs.
The Queen pressed the tape to the top of Vala's left breast. "Yes, I do like your suggestion, Tommy. So pretty."
Following The Queen's touch, Vala felt her skin and the contact with him like never before. Her breath released in a pleading moan. She went rigid to feel the scissors against the underside of her breast.
"And the other," The Queen muttered before brushing his thumb over her other nipple.
"My Queen," Vala breathed.
"Such a sweet baby girl. Are you my baby girl?" The Queen growled.
"Yes, my Queen," Vala whimpered. "Yours!" She gasped when he started the tape around her other breast.
"I wonder, Tommy, if you would enjoy a blow job as I decorate her back." The Queen grinned and cut the tape.
"I'd love one, my Queen," Tommy purred.
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