Context: word choice used by BDSM practitioners with a white racialized identity that would be considered a slur by many if not most people of color. Also descriptions of sexuality, which include statements about rape.
It seems funny that I'm editing and reblogging this post on my Master's birthday; my birthday is on Friday. I started with an unpublished excerpt from the tentatively titled: "So Many Changes: Book Eight" (of the Vala's Story series.)- I am reminded I'm hopelessly behind my hoped-for publishing schedule :(. The Queen hummed to himself as he pulled objects out of the box. Prisca watched The Queen. "You look overstuffed with joy, playing with those things for Vala, my Queen." "Yes." The Queen patted his bed beside him. "I have not had as much time to make up for Vala's rotten upbringing, as I have with you and some of my other slaves." "Simon gone to get the rest of the stuff, my Queen?" The Queen nodded. "Is this not wonderful? A rag doll in Bavarian dress." He smoothed the doll's long, fire engine red braids. He gently placed the doll back in the box. Prisca leaned against The Queen's side. "It's lovely to see how excited you get about doing stuff for us slaves, my Queen." The Queen held Prisca to his chest. "Well you all bring me such pleasure." He gazed into Prisca's face for a moment before catching her lips with his and kissing her roughly. "Love you, my Queen." Prisca gasped and brought her arms up to The Queen's shoulders. In the Vala's Story series, Vala experiences two birthdays: the 19th and 20th. Above is an excerpt from the scene in which The Queen is preparing Vala's 20th birthday gift. His other slave Prisca watches on as he loads things into a large box for Vala. Does this look like what *you* think love *should* look like? Originally this post was largely inspired by something that happened on Goodreads- as a newbie self-publisher, I made the mistake of joining an "all genre" indie review group. Live and learn :D but even with "Fifty Shades of Grey" being so read, plenty of people just really don't understand what's meant by "A BDSM book." One reviewer- having been given the option to refuse my book because of its graphic nature- exchanged private messages with me; I was confused at how she misunderstood the relationships between The Queen and his slaves. Where I saw loving care, she saw "degradation and violence." Now let me backtrack a moment. While we shouldn't be stuck in our pasts, they certainly influence our futures. For me, the subjects of love, sex, and BDSM start with a relationship between my parents (still married) that I saw as not particularly loving. Then having received abstinence-only sexual education, my hymen was broken by an older boy without my knowledgeable or legal consent at age 13 and was totally unprepared to understand what had happened. My parents didn't react in a helpful way and in my small town middle school, the opinion was that I hadn't been raped, that I'd been willing. So began my push out of my introversion into notoriety. I went the "path of promiscuity" in responding to my rape experiences. During this time, I also came out as bisexual. And I had my first loving-a-female experience, like Vala's first female love is Iona. I'm not sure where in all these experiences of mine it happened, but "love" and "sex" became separate things in my mind, unlike the "typical" American female, it seems. In the next years followed various sex work experiences, from trading sex for drugs as a bored suburban teenager to writing erotica to performing in live sex shows on the Internet. -- Of course this was before I met Michon Neal- ze's given me so many helpful words; I suggest you take yourself on over to hir Patreon https://www.patreon.com/michon, help a writer out, and learn something. Within those years, I learned about BDSM. I was immediately infatuated, completely smitten. But I was never looking just to engage in casual play, of a dominant "scene-ing" with me in a public play space. From the very beginning, I was looking for the Master or Mistress who I could submit to and love who would love me in return. I couldn’t accept that a continuous, loving relationship with a Dominant was impossible. Well, I've had my struggles- first off, I never found my "Iona," my female dominant who isn't of the "lick my boots" stereotype. I was absolutely in love with Tom, the dominant on whom The Queen was originally based on, but that relationship didn't work for a variety of factors, many of them outside his or my control. I waited about three months like a lovesick puppy for him to get in touch with me after he lost his living space and had to move, but it never happened. Thankfully my Master was waiting... and pushing me to "shit or get off the pot" (as He's fond of saying.) In this case, that meant admitting that Tom wasn't coming back and I'd better beg my Master's collar because He was here, attracted to me, and I to Him. Well I sit here about 16-ish years after the collaring now. We've been through a failed triad- the other leg was my ex husband. My Master and I have experienced financial difficulties, moves, learning to be parents along with our BDSM relationship. We do indeed love each other and I don't think that at all weakens the BDSM relationship. Now I know the ways we show our love won't ever show up on a Hallmark greeting card. If He was to bring me a dozen roses for Valentine's Day, I'd ask Him why He wasted the money. And I'd never get Him any sort of card for any holiday or situation; nope, if I'm thinking right, the "gift" would be a blowjob. To show "loving care," He's most likely to take me over His knee and give me a spanking; that's something I'll appreciate far more than a heart-shaped box of chocolates. And a simple grope of my chest, my ass as I'm doing something mundane like dishes, Master knows I love that and He enjoys such as well. Of course, in showing love, for my Master and I, we get beyond even the cultural taboo of BDSM activities to polyamory. I can't understand a love that requires two people to never have sexual activities with anyone but each other. Of course, He and I have our understandings about it, as any polyamorous couple does. However, when He has sex with another woman, I know it doesn't mean He loves me any less. While we've been a long time without "a third," our interests, needs, wants, and where we live makes finding *her* tricky- I've taken to using the phrase "Mx. Right" because I'm open to feminine people of any gender, while I think He mostly wants me to have a "girlfriend" who can take some of the stress of being a partner to a Bipolar, Autistic woman (me) off His shoulders. A happy triad might be nice in theory, but it's too easy to look like "unicorn hunters" or to in fact act like them, so what I envision today is a polyamorous-V... when I'm only thinking of flesh-and-blood people. It's not mainstream, but it's what love looks like for my Master and I.
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Something about the inspiration picture made me think of The Queen and Greta when they were moving from "friends in the BDSM scene" to "Master and slave" or maybe "Dominant and submissive"- I can't imagine personally making the switch in roles that Greta did.
--- "So now what will please me?" The Queen wondered aloud, his grin stating that he wasn't asking Greta's opinion. Her fingers rested between her cunt lips as he'd placed them. Not going to look at the floggers and crops and other things he's used on me. He must have needed this as much as I. Pleasant aches played across her skin and in her muscles where the impacts had made her scream and beg to come. "Look at you with you fingers right where I told you to put them, but not moving. Not going to try for an orgasm without my permission?" The Queen chuckled. "No, my Queen," Greta whimpered. Her nipples tightened as if he'd put the clamps back on them. "Use your other hand to pinch your nipples," he ordered. She moved her fingers like she played the piano as she obeyed him. The first gasp escaped when she touched her left nipple, the first one he'd clamped with the cruel Japanese clover clamps he'd been pleased to remind her had been a gift from her to him. "Good girl," he taunted as her fingers moved to right nipple. "Please, my Queen," she begged. She pressed her fingers into her genital area between her outer and inner labia. No reason to make it harder to obey him without his direct order. "No." He smirked at her. "Something more is needed here." He lazily rumpled his hair before getting up from the wooden box he had sat on. "Hold that pose." The words caught in her throat when he disappeared from her view before she could respond with any of the respect language that had made his cock so hard earlier. Her inner thighs pulled at her attention with their stickiness; all she needed was his permission and she'd have the best orgasm of her life. Simon reclined on the box The Queen had abandoned. "Too bad you haven't been through his formal collaring so I could fuck with you, even if it is lovely to see you so stripped." Greta pressed her feet into the carpeting, feeling the thick cuffs The Queen had placed on her ankles anew. "I... I didn't say no, before the collaring," she babbled. "Yes, you gave a whole lot of consent, but I still need his order to allow me." Simon grinned. "For now." "My boy! So glad to see you had a moment," The Queen called out as he approached them. "Like to help give me some pleasure?" "Always, my Queen. How might I help?" Simon responded. "Well first I would suggest you get naked so you can enjoy how you will be helping more." The Queen ran his fingers under the hem of Simon's white tank top. "That sounds good, my Queen." Simon pulled his top up and off, moaning as The Queen's fingers moved over his skin. She chewed on her bottom lip so she didn't make a noise to draw their attention to her. "These fitted pants make me want to get out of these business clothes and fuck you both," The Queen growled. "And your sleeves rolled up like that make me wanna beg for your cock, my Queen," Simon answered. He leaned into The Queen's hands as they undid the button and then pulled down the zipper. "Such a cock tease." The Queen reached into Simon's pants and grabbed his semi-hard. "You are going to lay still with your cock in her ass, your fingers pinching her nipples." A groan escaped her trembling lips, bringing the men's attention to her. "I see you like my idea." The Queen pushed Simon's pants to his ankles. "Obey." Simon rushed to lay on the floor beside Greta; she dove onto him, her mouth wetting his cock before she scrambled over his legs. He grasped her hips as she backed up onto his cock. "Simon will stay mostly still so you'll need to make yourself come using your fingers on your clit. Can you do it?" The Queen asked as he sat back on the box. "Yes, my Queen!" Greta whimpered as Simon let go of one hip to help guide his cock into her asshole. "Ti... ti--" "Yes, I think it would be nice if you used Simon's title as you will be beneath him in my hierarchy after your collaring." The Queen interrupted her stammering. "And beneath me physically as much as he'll allow," Simon muttered as he help Greta relax back onto his torso. She trembled against him as his cock filled her up, pushing her back toward coming. "Now that pleases me," The Queen said as the slaves moved against each other on the floor before him. "You're not obeying him fully," Simon taunted with his lips against Greta's earlobe. "Neither are you," Greta retorted. Her body tightened in one moment as Simon's fingers found her sore nipples. Her fingers glided over her slick cunt. "Please, please, please, my Queen!" "So lovely. Make yourself come, and Simon if you can too." Greta pushed down onto Simon's cock, her hips shuddering as the orgasm rocked her body. "Coming! My Queen!" she cried out as she rode Simon's cock, her fingers sliding into her cunt. With his fingers pulling and pinching her nipples, she thrashed against him. "Please, my Lord, please fill my ass!" "Can I please touch her other than her nipples, my Queen?" Simon pleaded. "Sure," The Queen laughed. Simon gripped her hips and held her still as he pounded up into her. "That's my girl. Keep coming for me. You feel so good." Greta cried out as Simon's thrusts prevented her orgasm from stopping. He released her right hip to reach around and slap her cunt lips. Her cries became screams as she lurched to sitting up on him. "Come back here!" Simon wrapped his arm around her chest and pulled her back onto him. "Filling your ass, dirty girl." "Yes, thanks, my Lord, my Queen." Greta squeezed her eyes shut. "Good slaves," The Queen groaned. Simon and Greta smiled at The Queen before relaxing into each other. So I debated what to share today; I was talking with someone on my author who appreciated some behind-the-novel thought processes I shared with my "Mommy's Diary Begins" post- where I wrote a diary entry as Mara, the "Mommy" of my book "A Master and a Mommy." When I listed my current WIPs, she commented about how diverse they are. I was thinking to share some lines from one of my WIPs (I have two from Vala's Story-verse), but I decided on "Backward Dating," which is hopefully going to be published by Cuil Press in June.
Now because of the six line limit, I unfortunately only get to introduce you to two of my main characters; I'll introduce the third character next weekend. ... Various conversations began and ended as people bonded over feeling not quite included, although no more worse than usual. Mid-way through the line, a Persian man using a wheelchair smiled at a Greek beauty of indeterminate gender. With jade green eyes glowing affectionately in a heart-shaped face the color of caramel candies, the beauty said, "Hi. I'm Ocean and my pronouns are ze and hir. And you are?" "Naveed. My pronouns are he and him." So if you want to enjoy other wonderful queer, QUILTBAG, LGBT, LGBTQIA+ (goodness, so many possibilities for the letter soup :D ) check out the Rainbow Snippets public Facebook group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/
8 or so sentences of spanking... I'm reblogging "Mommy's Diary" from my old blog that I shared as I was writing "A Master and a Mommy." This is specifically about ageplay.
Why am I interested in age play? I do like the nurturing role- considering my entire adult life spent in medicine- but I'd like a role that's nurturing while still having a sexual component. I think I can get that from age play with the right woman. Yes, most definitely a woman- not interested in having a little boy. Somewhere between a female/female relationship (especially thinking on stereotypes of lesbian relationships) and the caricature of a Domme (no "Lick my boot, worm!" for me), that's where I want to place myself as a Mommy. I find when it comes to practicalities like monogamy/polyamory, LDR/offline, the majority of physical attributes, I'm pretty open. Admittedly, I'd love a redhead, whatever shade. And part of me does grow warm at the notion of her being the right height for her face to nestle between my breasts when we're standing close together. If you'd like to read the whole diary entry, click here... Also information for "A Master and a Mommy" Blurb: Josephine, a BDSM slave married to her childhood sweetheart Andrew, asks him if she can find herself an ageplay Mommy. With a lovingly written profile, Josephine attracts Mara, who suggests the ageplay nickname Joey and wants to learn about ageplay along with her as Joey's Mommy. The story unfolds in Josephine/Joey's point of view as she learns more about herself as a Little as well as how to balance those two important, romantic relationships- a Master and a Mommy- and her other interests in life. Her big project is to redecorate a room into the most feminine guestroom that she can; all the while, Andrew enjoys his slave, anchoring her in their love and intense BDSM activity. Andrew and Mara keep Joey in the dark until Mara comes in through the front door for a visit. Then comes the real test of Joey's ability to balance two roles and two loves. Buy links: Amazon Blushing Books Barnes and Noble Powered by Linky Tools Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list... So possibly with some light editing, I've decided to reblog "Mommy's diary"- a set of posts related to the book "A Master and a Mommy." In my play during Nanowrimo, I decided to work with age play. As you'll see getting to enjoy more new and reblogged posts on my blog, you'll see how I visit and revisit this fetish. I find it interesting, although it's not a personal fetish of mine; I have a bit of interest, but my Master is actively put off by much of the AP He's seen. For Nanowrimo one year, I decided to take a Master/slave couple to a poly triad by including an age play Mommy. Rather unsure about how I was going to structure this story, I started with the slave Josephine's sentence as the first sentence of the WIP: "Master, can we please find me a Mommy?" Of course, I can never imagine myself uttering this sentence; I definitely don't think the conversation between my Master and I would go anything like what Andrew (that's Master's first name) and Josephine had.But here is a first diary entry from Mara, before she finds Josephine- or will it be the other way around? I won't really know until I get to that part of the story and at the moment, Andrew is enjoying Josephine yet again. Yes, he has a healthy enjoyment of his slave's body. Dear, sweet diary... So I'm going to begin as I hope to continue. While the image of Victorian mother isn't interesting to me, I think I do want to reach for something a little more genteel than what many modern mothers seem to me. Why am I interested in age play? I do like the nurturing role- considering my entire adult life spent in medicine- but I'd like a role that's nurturing while still having a sexual component. I think I can get that from age play with the right woman. Yes, most definitely a woman- not interested in having a little boy. Somewhere between a female/female relationship (especially thinking on stereotypes of lesbian relationships) and the caricature of a Domme (no "Lick my boot, worm!" for me), that's where I want to place myself as a Mommy. I find when it comes to practicalities like monogamy/polyamory, LDR/offline, the majority of physical attributes, I'm pretty open. Admittedly, I'd love a redhead, whatever shade. And part of me does grow warm at the notion of her being the right height for her face to nestle between my breasts when we're standing close together. I've written out my profile on that kinky dating site, but in the morning it'll be time to look through some profiles of little girls searching. Do I have a preference on which of three age divisions there seems to be in age play? The two older groups I think; I really don't want the level of responsibility conferred on adult baby Mommies. It was so nice to take the time pampering myself with the paddle brush tonight, the long, slow strokes as if I was some old-fashioned woman following tradition. I think that's a big part of the picture of an age play Mommy for me, picturing her in her turn taking the time to pamper me by brushing my hair. Although more frequently it's about brushing her, rubbing her back until she falls asleep. Such a lovely dream that was, to imagine the small, feminine body curled up with mine as we woke in the morning to the birdsong. Strict, stern, soft, loving- these are all things I'll need to learn to balance as I gather the bits of my personality and desire into "Mommy." I hope this being my first experience with age play doesn't hurt my chances of finding someone. But yes, long hair. That's definitely one want from a little girl. May luck be with me. Mara. Soon to be someone's "Mommy" This post will be updated with the next "diary" post's URL once it's reblogged on this website. But while you wait, you can enjoy the book itself! Blurb: Josephine, a BDSM slave married to her childhood sweetheart Andrew, asks him if she can find herself an ageplay Mommy. With a lovingly written profile, Josephine attracts Mara, who suggests the ageplay nickname Joey and wants to learn about ageplay along with her as Joey's Mommy. The story unfolds in Josephine/Joey's point of view as she learns more about herself as a Little as well as how to balance those two important, romantic relationships- a Master and a Mommy- and her other interests in life. Her big project is to redecorate a room into the most feminine guestroom that she can; all the while, Andrew enjoys his slave, anchoring her in their love and intense BDSM activity. Andrew and Mara keep Joey in the dark until Mara comes in through the front door for a visit. Then comes the real test of Joey's ability to balance two roles and two loves. Buy links: Amazon Blushing Books Barnes and Noble Oh the dance of genre, sub-genre. "Straight contemporary romance," "spanking fiction," "erotica," "erotic romance," "f/f," "m/f," "m/m," "LGBTQ lit," "BDSM erotica," "historical," "fantasy," "menage," "sci-fi," "Regency." I've seen these words and phrases, sometimes alone, sometimes together, describing some book. Whether they actually fit the book is always debatable to me.
Now many of the words come with assumptions, such as appropriate cover art, words used to describe body parts... The list goes on. In the process of self-publishing "Out of the Night: Book One," I've pondered these things, probably overmuch. Like my friend Ana, I have a book, I believe in, enjoyed writing, still enjoy reading, but it defies many conventions of "erotic romance," regardless of which sub-genre I consider- it can fit into quite a few. Well "Night" and the other 8 books of "Vala's Story" do. I do not have a "couple," of whatever mix of genders. I don't even fit in the menage category; one Master and nineteen switches, of varying degrees makes for the occasional couple or menage under my fanciful poly, leather family. And "fantasy." That's another on. I admit, the scale is immense in The Queen's world. However, my goal has long been to have the scale immense, while keeping the sex and BDSM activities real. The Queen has multiple store rooms, closets for his "toys"; most of my Master's toys are kept in a duffel bag at the bottom of His closet. Oh, but the best argument is "romance" versus "erotica," with the newer (I don't know how new) contender of "erotic romance." There’s two problems as I see it. I describe graphic sex acts while having characters in romantic (if unorthodox) relationships. I really do think "erotic romance" works best for "Vala's Story," but beyond that, things get tricky. At Loose ID, they have a polyamorous category; I am sure after I've brought out "Vala's Story," I’ll look at submitting something to them. I wonder if books like Vala's would happily belong in both poly and BDSM categories? Because that's where Vala belongs.
So I sent "Backward Dating" to one BR- I still need to touch bases with the wheelchair user who offered to read. I amused myself by creating chapter and giving them names, but not trying for any sort of average word count in them; this is after all my book and if I'm not writing for a more mainstream press, would you expect something mainstream from me? :D That leads me to the announcement of Cuil Press- currently in the creation phase. Cuil Fiction- a term coined by Michon Neal and explained by hir here in a video (and make sure to turn up your volume to hear Michon; ze is quiet)- intersectional, inclusive, mind expanding (those are just some words that come to my mind when I think of Cuil Fiction). This will go through the special to Cuil Press step of "sensitivity editing"- Michon explains the process ze does here. We're hoping this book will be ready for publication by July.
I debated what sort of snippet to share this week, after all I have a polyamorous-v in this story. Arguing that it's more than a matter of semantics, but of identity, having three people engaging in a specific form of non-monogamy has me considering all sorts of things- even "the word menage is getting on my nerves." But I finally decided to go with a snippet of Ocean being a little bit dommy with Naveed on the day they meet. --- Naveed pressed his hands against his wheelchair's armrests. So much pain. I wish I could give him something to smile about. "So I'm the hinge?" Ocean grinned at Naveed. "It would seem with Suvi being monogamous." Naveed sighed. "Sorry, I'm trying to be less prickly. The only reason I got to come here this year was winning my badge from a website. I'm not even sure where I'm sleeping tonight." "Maybe you could sleep with me, I mean, in my room?" Ocean suggested. "I would like that, yes." Ocean sucked hir bottom lip between hir teeth, hir goatee tickling hir tongue. "Have you, I mean, I find you so attractive." "Me?" Naveed chuckled. "Here I was thinking what a beauty you are." Leaning forward, he placed a delicate hand on Ocean's knee. "I haven't had any surgeries, if that's what you stopped yourself from asking. Even if I could afford it, it's hard to convince a doctor that gender confirming surgeries are worth the risk when you have fibromyalgia." Ocean nodded. "I... um... managed to escape any of the surgeries that too often people born with intersex traits are subjected to. Even if I don't look very binary." Naveed laid his hand on top of Ocean's hand, the reddish brown skin startling even against Ocean's light tan skin. His touch feels so good. "Do you still want to stay with me?" Ocean swallowed hard, not having meant to get so serious so fast. "Of course. Our bodies and brains are complex, right?" Naveed smiled. "Here comes Suvi with a plate for one of us." Powered by Linky Tools Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list... When I first wrote what I'm reblogging today, I was just not okay. Overwhelmed and not doing any of the work I was supposed to be doing. So The Queen and Tommy came to talk. I just let it roll, rather than trying to talk them into pretending we were talking Thursday night or Friday morning (which is what it should have been orginally).
---Come here, Joelle. Lay your head on my lap. You know it is not cheating, since you have put so much of your Master into my character and I am only fictional anyway. The Queen pats his lap. I look at The Queen's lap and then the whole of him as he makes the little brown couch look all that much smaller. Of course you are right. Should I bounce ahead in the Vala's Story serial, do some reading and just not share the details with Annikka, of later books that she's not close to reading yet? Although it might be fun to read some of Sklavimuth on the way there. I don't know. Reading "Week-long" the other day helped, but I'm just overwhelmed today. I'm not even writing what I should be, instead sitting here talking with you and Tommy. Tommy takes my hand and pulls me toward the couch. His gentle hands urge me onto the couch, pushing me half-way onto The Queen's lap before sitting on the other side of me. Maybe Placebo isn't the band you should be listening to? Well if not Placebo, who do recommend then, Tommy? I'm not sure if "angry" is necessarily better. So is Me'Shell NdegeOcello better? Tommy snorts. Maybe if you spend some time later with Mandisa, Jinny, and Chitra. Their story, I mean. Joelle, why are you writing this conversation rather than getting "Night" up? Or writing the piece for the Dungeon Crawl? Your plan this for Friday, right? [Dungeon Crawl is a now defunct blog hop I used to do.] I sigh at The Queen's hand moving slowly up and down my back. I hold the image of spooning with my Master in bed in my head and try to keep breathing. I just don't feel right today. It's not like I need to list what has me "overwhelmed"; you know it all. But I'm not working on the Dungeon Crawl piece- that's a "I'm relaxed and happy." How the fuck would I manage you and Vala rolling around on the sand, enjoying each other's company while I'm feeling like this. And I was already upset, swearing at the computer just doing promo... and so I'm supposed to add to my Master's feeling unwell by getting further angry because you know that dealing with e-retailers as a self-publishing author sucks? Bad plan, if you ask me. Tommy snorts again. You can stop snorting before I get Simon here to take care of you. I don't open my eyes to see Tommy's response to my threat, but I can feel his body's tension. I thought so. I sigh again. What of the Mandisa/Chitra stuff in my mind from what I'm doing on my blog. Any thoughts on my pondering? Well you are rightly keeping issues separate. Chitra's lack of experience differs from Vala's. Are you trying to decide if I would throw her in the deep end, so to speak, and be hands off, both sexually and BDSM, and let Mandisa do it? Yes, you were right in your earlier thoughts that it's "canon" that Mandisa controls Chitra's training, but that's not what we're talking about here- this is during the temporary collaring period. Along with your question, there's also the question of how Mandisa would be with Chitra. I've enjoyed showing Mandisa's growth, change in Vala's Story, but I know I'm writing prequel here. Does your question mean that I should be considering a menage scene? That could be one thing, although remember that Jinny is already beneath Mandisa at this point; a menage scene could be with the women, not include me. Tommy, why'd you even come along? Well you didn't respond to The Queen's "come here," so obviously you're out of sorts and need extra help. Tommy shrugs. And to be perfectly honest, I'm feeling greedy. I want to be close to my Queen today and He didn't say no. Simon's off making an aftercare tray, I think. I sigh, although this time it's more a sigh of longing than frustration. I wish my Master was up to doing anything that would require aftercare. But I do appreciate the wonderful scenes I got from you and he playing in the padded room. Especially the aftercare scene. I wish my gloves would arrive. Then I'd ride my bike to the store and ponder these things. I am glad you decided against the digital recorder; I think you will do much better with a notebook, pondering until you get to the store and then putting down notes. You know I will happily keep you company, when you have started biking for groceries regularly. Thanks. I tilt my head against The Queen's legs so I can look up at Tommy. Funny you're here now while I was thinking of you so while watching the Placebo videos. I may have listened to your suggestion to change the music I'm listening to, but I still have lines going through my head. Of course. You can't erase your drug abuse history; it happened, even if it's all in the past. And what of the moment in "Week-long" that you wrote with Eoin and I? I smile sadly. Do I make that mall trip that I mentioned to Annikka? Maybe look at pretty girls I'm too shy to even talk to then? And try to write the dungeon crawl piece, because at least I can write "The Queen and Vala fuck"? Tommy rolls his eyes at me. You're lucky your Master doesn't punish for attitude like that, like you've shown The Queen doing when it pleased him to. Have a massage chair. Have some frozen yogurt and then see about doing some writing that you should be. I close my eyes and breath in. I consider the tension in my body, how much there is in comparison to earlier. Sounds like an idea, if my Master doesn't say no. Nope, Anne didn't come up with this theory :D; it's my own creation.
Are you familiar with Anne Rice's "Sleeping Beauty" trilogy? It was my introduction to BDSM erotica. I worked through all 3 books (now 4, although I have yet to get my hands on the 4th book) as I was able to acquire them. I read each book from the beginning to end, enjoying the story lines, the sub plots (no pun intended lol), the variety of fetishes and sexual activities, the characters. I've enjoyed them all the way through a few times. Now my Master and I only have books 2 and 3- He's read them through maybe once and I couldn't stand all the male/female sex in book 1. Book 2 is Master's old copy and book 3, I begged Him to buy when it was on sale in a new edition with an introduction from Anne herself- this was a response to the "50 Shades" phenomenon. Now that I can quote passages from the books, they have moved to the place of "masturbatory material." I turn to the pages that I know are going to get me to orgasm quickest. So this is my theory- the value of a book or book series that function on two levels: a story with details, multiple story arcs, emotion, romance... then also as good spank fiction. Admittedly, my copies of the Beauty books are print books. However, I have found that Kindle ebooks can be used in this way too; I have G. A. Hauser's "Down and Dirty (M/M/M BDSM)" and it works for me. I use B&N's "Nook for PC" with Nook ebooks and while I have a laptop, it just doesn't work as good. I struggle with the notion of wanting the Nook ereader as well though. I hope people find that they can enjoy Vala's Story on both levels. There is much material in the books, sexual, sensual, and just life. I also touch on so many fetishes, sexual pairings, that I should have something for many interests. But if you aren't into, say, ageplay- just read the scene for the character/story development and skip it when you're masturbating to my novels later :D.
So after interesting people with my non-normative characters in the hoped-for-July publishing "Backward Dating" last week, I'm going to continue on to chapter 2, where I dip into one of my characters' POVs for the first time this book- in this case, Suvi's. Good news on the book- it's over 70K words.
--- "So to the Consuite for a snack before the Firefly panel?" Suvi chewed on her bottom lip. Why am I so nervous? "Ocean, you never said about the rest of your day." "Firefly panel too." Ocean coughed. "Um, Naveed, could I please push your chair to the Consuite?" "I would love it if you would," Naveed replied. Ocean took hold of the handles on Naveed's chair and started them down the hallway. "Are you dating?" Suvi giggled. "And which one of us would you be asking?" "Um, both of you?" Ocean chuckled. "I swear, I'm aromantic and not usually putting my foot in my mouth so often. I've been celibate since becoming a widow three years ago." "Somehow I feel like you could put a Tumblr SJW to shame. I'm sorry for your loss." Suvi reached out as if she wanted to touch hir arm, but pulled her hand back to her side. "Thanks." Ocean offered hir hand to Suvi and smiled when she took it; ze squeezed her hand a moment before returning to pushing Naveed's chair with both hands. Naveed craned his neck to look back at them. His gaze shyly lowered to Ocean's chin, he said, "I'm sorry too. No one should have to be alone if they don't want it." Suvi took a sip from a water bottle. "Single and not even looking. Being bisexual and monogamous adds so many unfortunate levels to dating for me." "Sadly. So much fear for what is non-normative or simply different from one's experience. I know I watch plenty of people shudder just trying to understand what I am, as it's never who I am." "I hope Naveed and I have done better at the who," Suvi offered. Ocean nodded. "So my list, as you mentioned some of your identities. I am a person with intersex traits and my gender is intergender. I am pansexual and polyamorous." "Polyamorous?" Naveed questioned. "Non-monogamous?" Ocean responded. "I understand that one. Other than being able to say I'm transgender, I'm not sure what I would say. I'm certainly not dating as who would want to date a crip." "Aw, it doesn't sound as if you use that in the sort of reclaimed slur sort of way," Suvi murmured. "I would date you," Ocean broke into the moment. "And you too, Suvi." Powered by Linky Tools Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list... |
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