This inspiration picture just isn't speaking to me. So I'm trying to write in between morning worship and CLF worship that was recorded and shared on Facebook and the last of the General Business meetings and the closing ceremonies of General Assembly; yes, if you're not a UU that whole first part of the sentence was largely meaningless to you. But I am a UU and today is the last day of our annual General Assembly. I only get to see the stuff that gets Livestreamed; as I snarked at my Master "This is the closest I'll ever get to GA so please let me enjoy it."
I'm working away on "Two Houses" even though we still have a few days before Camp Nano begins; Vala's Story is mostly just thoughts as I wait on beta readers. Between conversation in UU stuff about appropriation and activity in the Multicultural GLBTQ group I'm in on Facebook, thoughts kept trying to become a story.
A comment, in working with different genders, presentations, and bodies other than the cisgender men and women many expect, I may use words that aren't good for everyone, words that may be new and incomprehensible to some.
"What color would you say I am?" Johnnie asked Pilo as they cuddled with their ass pressed back against his boy-pussy.
"Um, brown?" Pilo clasped Johnnie's naked calf; they traced their fingers over the smooth skin beneath his knee, thinking how it reminded them of a cardboard box. And they felt safe.
"The US government says I'm white."
Pilo led Johnnie's hand to their lips and started to kiss their way from fingertips to wrist before pausing to say, "The government also says that my gender is female because that's what surgeons tried to make of my genitals that confused them when I was born."
Johnnie kissed Pilo's neck just beneath the fringe of black curls. "We don't have to be what the government says though?"
Leaning into Johnnie's kissing, Pilo moaned, "Yes. We are what we know we are." They released their arm that had been cupping what would have been breasts if they'd allowed doctor pressure to push them onto the surgery table again, releasing the hand to clasp his other knee. "You sure?"
"As sure as I was when I met your beautiful green eyes across the coffee house." He pressed his lips to their cheek. "Does this mean you've changed your mind on cuddling? We don't have to push into anything we and our bodies aren't ready for."
"No, I want to imagine what it might be when we know each better, have access to the barriers we'd like until STIs can be tested for. I like how you shivered when our fingers first touched. Your curls make me think of how soft and yet strong your lips are, the finest mixture of gendered expectations."
"Please say boy-pussy again. It sounds so good with your accent," he murmured.
"Boy-pussy," they responded, their muddled southern European accent lengthening pussy until the pronunciation was as good as a sex act.
"Yes." He hugged their waist. "You will be worth the wait."
"How about that shower?" They traced their fingers over his shins. When he was quiet several long minutes, they rose to stand between his legs. "Well?"
"Sure." He scooted back a bit before standing in front of them. Taking their hand, he led them into his apartment's small bathroom. He slowly lifted his tank top.
"I'm glad to see you were able to get the top surgery you wanted." They brushed their fingertips over the light scars a few inches below his mahogany dark nipples. Smiling, they let their gaze slide down his stomach as he released the short's button, the fabric slid down his shapely legs. His abundant pubic hair made them lick their lips.
He moved into his shower to turn on the water.
They slipped the straps of their babydoll dress of their shoulders, one at a time, before pushing it and their silk shorts to the tile floor; he looked over his shoulder and bit his bottom lip. "Thanks." Stepping out of their clothes, they moved into the shower stall behind him.
"Can I please hug you again?" He held out his hands toward them.
They took his hands and led them around their waist. "Worth it," they whispered against his neck.
"Yes." He gasped and shuddered.
With a soft kiss to his parted lips, they guided him under the water and held him as the tremors eased into stillness again.
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I got drunk enough to hear a stand up comedian yell "Go go go!" and it made me think "Gelfling!" but not enough to forget about #WipItUpWednesday :D So you get part two of "Vala's First Collared [by The Queen] Meal." Here's part 1 in you'd like to read it first.
Simon leaned over the arm of his chair and tapped on Viviana's head.
Viviana looked up and smiled at Simon. "My Lord?"
Simon leaned over farther and whispered into Viviana's ear.
Springing up to her feet, Viviana ran out of the dining room in the direction of the kitchen.
"What was that about, my Lord?" Mandisa looked over her shoulder as Viviana passed out of sight.
"I forgot dessert."
The Queen perked up in his chair. "Dessert?" A goofy grin spread across his face. "What did you make for dessert?"
"Raspberry Chocolate Heart Tarts, my Queen." Simon smiled proudly. "I found the recipe in my new chocolate desserts recipe book."
Viviana walked back into the dining room and stopped next to The Queen. Swishing her hips as she otherwise stood still, she smiled at him and asked, "Dessert, my Queen?"
"Place a tart on my plate and then give the tray to Simon."
Viviana placed the tart on The Queen's dessert plate. She started to move away when she let out a loud gasp and looked over her shoulder to see The Queen grinning at her, his hand still cupping her ass.
"Problem?" The Queen's grin grew larger.
"Um... no, my Queen," Viviana sputtered as she tried to step back from the table, only to find herself more securely in The Queen's hand.
The Queen let his hand drop to his chair. "Get back to your place before I am enjoying you instead of this tart."
Viviana gasped and ran back to Simon, giving him the tray and quickly sinking into submissive pose behind Yiska's chair.
Chuckling softly, The Queen looked down at his dessert and picked up his fork.
"My Queen?" Raanan started, but stopped quickly when The Queen raised his hand in the air.
"No talking during chocolate, boy."
Raanan laughed, blushing. "Sorry, my Queen."
The Queen nodded and attended to his dessert in quiet.
Thinking on Kayla's continued rule about no book excerpts but WIPs welcome, I started to work with Vala and Soma. Years down the timeline from when I'm actually working with Vala's Story has Vala expressing sudden and profound deafness. As a late deafened-adult, Vala sets out to figure out how to still be a part of her family. I'm not sure if this will actually find its way into the WIP with the working title of "Vala's Hearing Loss," but I have at least one more scene that I can think of that started from a MM inspiration picture that's now in that book. View this week's MM picture and other hoppers here
Vala wrote, "I want to see you masturbate. I want to see you come." She handed the portable word processor to Soma.
The girl's deep purple tongue moved over her lips. "Yes, my Lady," she signed. She moved to hand the processor back to Vala, but when her Domme shook her head, she instead placed the tech on the night table.
Taking Soma's hand in hers, she led them to her ordered bed; she smiled to ponder which of her submissives had made the bed while she was busy helping in ASL lessons for the family. She grasped her girl's bisque-colored sundress at her hips and lifted it up and off. With her head tilted back, she sucked one of Soma's nipples between her lips as her arms encircled her waist.
Legs trembling, Soma lowered them onto Vala's bed.
I love how speech isn't always needed at times like this. Vala rolled across her bed to leave room for Soma to lay beside her. She led Soma's hand to the nipple she hadn't reclaimed the moment their backs touched her comforter. She could just make out the vibration of her girl's moaning when she stretched out her fingers over the flat of her chest; her hand continued up to the throat, not clasping but hovering.
Soma lifted her hand from between her and Vala. Her fingers slid down her radiant dark brown skin with its mouth-watering undertones of red to touch the bottom of her ribs, the slight swell of her adorably rounded stomach, across one captive bead then the other decorating her labia majora, before tracing over her clitoral hood between the dazzling white crystals on the ends of her bar jewelry.
The vibrations came faster against Vala's hand. She swallowed. A word. "Feel good, love," she whispered. She caught Soma's nipple with her lips again. As she sucked, her girl's hips started a dance she'd seen many times before. She kissed her cheek as tufts of moaned air moved over her hand. Her gaze captured Soma's enraptured expression. I should see what she's doing with her hands, but I love her face as she comes. Her lips formed shapes as if she spoke; her left hand shot into the air to make a B hand shape. "No beg, love. Come," she urged in louder spoken words. She lifted her hand from Soma's neck to make a C hand shape.
Lowering body shooting up from the bed, Soma wrapped her legs around Vala's. She jerkily placed her fingers on her lips before pulling her hand away to sign, "Thank you," over and again.
Such beauty. Vala pulled Soma's hand out from between her legs and covered them with kisses and licks.
Soma's forehead wrinkled as it did when she wasn't sure of the signs for what she wanted to say.
"Don't worry about grammar," Vala forced herself to say.
"How need?" Soma signed, her eyebrows crunching tighter to show the type of question she was asking. She shuddered, the trembling moving across her body, before she managed to sign, "My Lady."
How did I know she'd need to come so fast? "Because I love you," Vala signed.
"I love you, my Lady," Soma signed before curling against Vala.
:D I'm a brat... I did some reading and editing on the way to picking something to share from "Out of the Night: Book One" of my Vala's Story serial... yes, it's with a BR and I'm still pondering new cover art. I also got writing a little in the WIP I'm going to finish, I hope, during Camp Nano next month... (and a tease of the first line from that WIP... And now I will tell you the story of how I came to have two homes: "a home with her" and "a home with him." )
But I think I may share at least one more scene on WIPWednesday before moving on to "Gates of the Garden: Book Two." This is from Vala's first formal meal after The Queen collars her.
Vala held Greta's hand as they moved behind Iona's chair.
Greta whispered, "You've had the chance to see one of our Lords in submissive pose?"
"Yeah," Vala replied and sank to her knees beside Greta. Carefully looking around, she spotted Simon's dark brown dress shoes moving close to her.
"I would like a taste of each thing you made," The Queen ordered. After a few moments of spoons sounding against dishes, Simon's shoes moved away again. "Fix your plates."
Patience. I'll be fed. This is more of the ceremony that pleases The Queen so. Vala snuck a glance in Greta's direction; her sister slave patted her elbow before going back into sub pose.
"Now present your sub or subs with their bowl," The Queen announced.
"Let me help with your hair," Greta murmured before pulling Vala's hair into a twist and clipping it onto the back of her head. Continuing in whisper, "Normally, our Lady would have clipped our hair up before leaving her room."
"Thanks," Vala murmured. She licked her lips when Iona placed a bowl of beef stew on the floor in front of her.
"Be a good girl," Iona cooed.
The Queen called out, "Fourth class slaves remember that you are to eat without using your hands. Eat quickly, lest you be thought ungrateful."
Vala blinked her eyes and a single tear dropped into her soup. How different this is from this morning! She carefully ate her food. No need to get emotional. Sighing, she enjoyed Iona's momentary touch on the back of her neck as she chewed a carrot chunk. Just be pleasing. I've seen Tommy and Simon--my Lords, I should think now--do it in hundreds of small ways. When she had eaten most of the meat and vegetables she lapped up the broth as quietly as possible.
Startling Vala, reminding her that people were eating at the table above her, Simon asked, "So we'll be getting back onto some sort of schedule starting tomorrow, my Queen?"
"Mostly," The Queen replied shortly; after a moment, probably after swallowing, he continued, "Except for Prisca, Kaya, Adan, and Ailin, who I will need for Vala's lessons, everyone else is released to his or her normal activities."
"Oh, that's wonderful, my Queen," Iona said, clapping her hands. "I just bought a new set of candles last time Greta and I went shopping."
Raanan chuckled. "What color are they?"
"Twelve pillar candles, building in color from white to black."
"Going to introduce Vala to candle wax?" Mandisa asked.
"Around her lessons, if The Queen allows for the time," Iona replied.
"I do hope to give you time with her since Pride changed things today," The Queen said. "Vala is being such a good girl. If you are done eating, you may kneel up."
Sparing another glance at Greta, who was still bent over her bowl, Vala rose up onto her shin. Um, at my ears, Viviana suggested. Folding her fingers against the back of her collar, she let her gaze flit across the chairs, the room.
My 6 lines are not from a book or a book recommendation, but thoughts about books featuring bisexual+ characters. Thoughts encouraged by a friend's post and bisexual erasure I've experienced over the years...
Do bisexual characters have to prove themselves, been queer enough, like flesh-and-blood bisexuals?
Can a bisexual character still be considered bisexual if they finish the book being patterned monogamously with personal of another gender?
Do bisexual males exist in fiction? Or are they as seemingly rare as they are in non-fiction life?
Are bisexual characters held to stereotypes about bisexuals, whether or not the author acknowledges the stereotypes in their fictional world?
Can a bisexual character exist in a book not erotic in nature?
Over 5/3 and 5/4, people will be sharing links to their 6 lines of LGBTQ+ fiction at https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/
so maybe reading this talk by Laura Antoniou all day long between sleeps was a silly idea- yes, Laura has made her way into my dreams :D. Although it does prove a lovely lack of ageism on my part- if I did my math (4 years ago when I originally wrote this) right Laura is 50 to my 35 and my first comment on seeing her author photo was "damn, she's hot!" I first came across this talk's transcript when I was researching "Safe, sane, consensual" or SSC. I first made my way to slave david stein's website, he who is most often credited with SSC because I found he'd written an article about the history of the phrase as well as how he doesn't agree with how it's come to be used in too many part of the BDSM community. So Laura's talk- and no, I hadn't read any of her Marketplace series yet when I read this, although I'm working on the first one now- was a fresh breath of air for me.
But rather than babble on anymore, I'm going to tell you to go click on the clickable link "talk," read Laura's talk, then check out these 2 links I'm going to give you. And please do come back and chat with me. I'd be fascinated to chat with anyone else who feels invigorated by what Laura had to say back in 1995.
I asked a friend to write a domestic discipline story. Oh and yeah, as if it goes without saying, it's NSFW. I mean, how much do I post on here that is safe for work lol ? Rather than write an intro for him, I'll let his profile on a fan fic site do it:
"Hello everyone, my name's Anthony, but I also go by Tony and A.J. Stony's my OTP, StarkSpangledBanner's my OT3, but I love many other pairings! I am fond of action figures, reading, dancing, and painting. I have a deep love and appreciation for hair, particularly beards and chest hair. And I can never get enough smut, I really can't."
for more, read here
to read other fan fiction stories of his, go here
When Tony looked up at the clock, he was shocked to see what time it was. He knew he’d been in his lab for a long time working on the Mark VII like Steve had asked, but he completely lost track of time. Normally Tony would’ve asked Jarvis to notify him when it was midnight, but he was so excited to finish the repairs and make Steve proud that he forgot.
Unless the Avengers were on a mission, Tony was supposed to be waiting in bed for Steve at midnight, freshly showered and dressed in his pink bra and panties with cream lace trim. It was one of their rules, and even though Tony had a difficult time adjusting to being submissive for the first few months of their relationship he now loved answering to Steve and doing as he was told. He loved making Steve, who he lovingly referred to as Daddy, happy, and he would do anything to please him.
Tony went against Daddy’s wishes by staying up past midnight, however, and he knew he was in trouble. He put down his soldering gun, walked over to the floor length mirror to his right and stared at himself, disgusted by his appearance. His hair was greasy and sticking up on all ends, his face and arms were smudged with oil and dirt, and his black wife beater and distressed jeans were stained with all shades and tints of grey and brown. Daddy wasn’t going to be happy to see him in such a deplorable state, and Tony hoped he had enough time to clean himself up and change clothes before Daddy walked into the bedroom.
He rushed out of his lab and into the elevator, pushing the level 20 button over and over again in hope that it would somehow make it move faster. It seemed slower than usual, however, and Tony took the opportunity to remove his dirty, sweat-sticky clothes as the elevator brought him to his destination. When the elevator dinged and the doors opened, Tony was already completely naked with his clothes piled in his arms. Tony knew that Daddy would be especially unhappy if Tony left his mess in the elevator, so it was better to take care of them now; the last thing he wanted was to disappoint the Head of Household even further.
Tony ran down the hallway to the left and into their bedroom door at the end of the hall, tossing his soiled clothing into the hamper sitting right next to the doorframe. When his dirty clothes were put away just as Daddy expected, Tony hurried into the bathroom on the left hand side of their bedroom and turned on the water in their shower. When the water warmed up, Tony walked in, slathered his body head to toe in body wash with a bath pouf, washing away the dirt, debris and sweat covering virtually every inch of his body.
Two minutes later he was out of the shower, and he swiftly dried off and carefully folded up the towel and put it on the rack next to the sink, just as Daddy told him to do whenever he finished bathing. He took a quick look at himself in the mirror, gave himself a smug grin for cleaning himself up before Daddy came into the bedroom and walked out of the bathroom. Tony’s belief that he’d gotten away with his bad behavior was incorrect, however; Daddy was sitting at the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of blue boxer briefs and holding a wooden paddle. He took his eyes off of the paddle and looked over at Tony, his naked body shivering in shame as he looked at his Daddy with his big, brown eyes.
“Baby boy, what time is it?” Daddy asked as he beckoned for Tony to come to him, waiting patiently as Tony hesitantly walked over to him and sat down on the bed to the left of him.
“It’s past midnight, Daddy… I’m sorry, I got caught up making repairs to the suit and I just never looked up at the time. I didn’t do it on purp-” Tony began to apologize, but Daddy brought his left index finger up to his sub’s lips to silence him.
“You know better than to make excuses, baby boy. You should be dressed and in bed right now, not just stepping out of the shower… It doesn’t matter that you were having fun working on your toy, that’s not a good reason to misbehave and I’m disappointed in you for thinking that you can get away with your mistake and hide it from me. You thought I wouldn’t find out that you were late to bed, and I can see that… Now tell me, what’s your punishment for not getting to bed on time?” Daddy questioned as he looked over at Tony, whose face was flush bright red in embarrassment.
“Tw-Twelve paddles…” Tony mumbled, unable to bring himself to look Daddy in the eyes.
“That’s right, baby boy. Now go get your pillow and get on Daddy’s lap. Now be a good boy and hurry,” Daddy said in a calm, even voice as he watched Tony crawl to the head of the bed, grab his favorite blue pillow and return to his previous position.
Tony put his blue pillow on Daddy’s lap, and then assumed his position on Daddy’s knee. He kept his arms out in front of him and gripped the corner of the bed with his sweaty, wet hands; the last time Tony didn’t keep his hands gripped to something he ended up covering his butt to defend himself from Daddy’s paddling, and neither of them wanted that to happen again. Before Daddy began, Tony turned his head to look at his partner, pleading with his eyes for forgiveness.
“Don’t give me that look, Tony… You made a mistake and we have to correct it. If you hadn’t have broken the rules then I wouldn’t have to spank you, baby boy. How else are you going to learn if I don’t teach you a lesson? Now, if you’re a good boy for Daddy and turn around then your punishment will be over before you know it,” Daddy spoke in a stern, yet kind, voice, and Tony nodded his head and looked face down at the black blankets on the bed.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Tony flinched when the cold wood hit his left ass cheek, and he let out a small yelp of pain. He wanted to put his hands on his bottom to keep Daddy from striking him again, but Tony knew better; if he did that then the punishment would be more severe, and that was the last thing he wanted. After the first strike, Tony felt Daddy’s left hand move to the small of his back and hold him tight, preventing him from moving.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
The noise rang in Tony’s ears as the paddle hit his bare, flesh over and over again, turning his skin bright pink and sensitive. It burned, and each smack only worsened the pain. His Daddy could be a bit brutal with his spankings sometimes, but that’s the way Tony liked it; he wanted his punishments to hurt, and while he knew Daddy would never use his whole strength he did put much of his energy into the whacks.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
At the ninth slap to his bottom Tony began to cry. The pain was getting to him, and he felt completely humiliated and ashamed of himself for breaking the rules. The only reason he went to his lab in the first place was to please Daddy, but he ended up upsetting him instead. With each smack he realized how wrong he was to disobey the rules, and Tony truly felt sorry.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
When the spanking was finally over, Tony heard Daddy carefully put the paddle down onto the ground, thought he was unable to stop crying. Tony knew exactly why he deserved to be punished, and even though he felt like he was forgiven for his transgressions he still felt ashamed. As Tony continued to cry, Daddy carefully picked up his sub’s body and cradled him in his arms, holding him tight to his body.
“I’m proud of you baby boy… You took your punishment like a grown-up, and Daddy loves you so much,” Daddy purred in Tony’s ear as he held him close and rocked him back in forth in a slow, gentle motion.
“I’m sorry, Daddy… I don’t like disappointing you, and I should’ve paid more attention to the time. It won’t happen again, I promise… Are you still mad at me?” Tony sniffled as Steve wiped away his tears, earning a soft smile from his Daddy.
“No, of course I’m not mad at you anymore, baby boy. You accepted your spankings and you said you’re sorry. But if you do it again, I’m going to have to add time out in the corner to your punishment, understand?” Daddy answered in a soft, sweet voice, soothing Tony and calming him down.
“Yes I do, Daddy. I’ll do better next time, and I mean it. Cross my heart and hope to die if I’m lying to you right now,” Tony responded sincerely as he made the shape of a cross with his right index finger over his heart to further make his point.
“Okay, my little smart-ass… I love you baby boy,” Daddy assured Tony as he pressed a tender kiss to his sub’s lips.
Tony stopped crying, and he let out a loud, drawn out yawn. He was exhausted both physically and emotionally, and now that he’d been trained to go to bed at a reasonable hour Tony found it was difficult to stay awake much past twelve-thirty in the morning. Daddy carefully lifted himself up off of the bed with Tony still in his arms, and he walked over to the left hand side of the bed. He slowly lowered Tony onto the bed, and he covered him with blankets to keep him warm. After he tucked Tony in, Daddy gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and assumed his position on the other side of the bed. He wrapped his arms around Tony and the two fell asleep, both feeling reassured and content in the strength of their love.
I was touching in with BRs this morning and I thought to share the new thing I added the warning/context/to the reader type page I have at the beginning of my serial. Since a simple paragraph listing the types of sex by far isn't enough for my writing. And so I share a paragraph that talks about my writing, especially in the Vala's Story serial, and how extreme it is.
Writing in community. Well that bit of writing, warning, trigger, what-have-you... it got moved to "Skipping Down the Primrose Path: Book Three" and so I have to mention it again now or before in the publishing scheme of things. Delia Grace and the two books she's published through Blushing Books inspired this bit of writing. She has books with various warnings too; I especially appreciated the warnings of her darling Nettie (from her book "Affirming Antoinette") felt like a sister I'd always wanted. But so her warnings... lead me to thinking about how much I push and prod and provoke in the Vala's Story serial. I'm not sure I could ever give adequate warnings. In rewriting the books, I've explored things that enrich the plot line that I simply didn't have enough lived experience and thought time to be able to write. So yes, please, be ready when you sit to read my writing. You might find intense BDSM activity. You might find social justice discussion. You might find my characters discussing the intricacies of their many relationships, childhood abuse histories, domestic abuse that they've endured as adults, and a number of potentially triggering things. I will still try to put trigger warnings, content warnings, context explanations as I can in front of each book, but I might not catch everything; I'm a survivor of much myself and my perception of what is traumatic can be quite different from others.
Hm, we'll see, author silliness of Facebook encouraged me to write a short snippet of sex in Wingdings. So it won't copy/paste the Wingdings in so I'll share what I wrote not knowing what I wrote...
She watches from the bondage chair as he approaches me where I lay bound in the middle of the bed. Our bed.
I pull down on the cuffs that hold my hands above my head; my fingers pushing into the pillows. "I love you," I whisper.
He brushes his fingers up my legs, fingertips going to nail edges as he pulls closer to my cunt.
She moans; his touh on me is as good as him tormetning her. "Come," he says and we both tremble.
When i looked at the picture that Kayla had picked, I giggled. I awwww'd at the line she wrote about me. I was pondering before church what I'd write since I had to write after missing last week from being too depressed, with Kayla having picked my picture. As amusingly happens, I did some of my best writing during church- thank goodness I'm a Unitarian Universalist :D. I started from the little bits of interaction that happened between my Master and I the night I took the picture and The Queen turned it into full out ageplay.
"Are you trying to take a picture of your pussy?" Master asks.
"No, Master." I giggle. "Daddy, I'm trying to take a picture of my fun, new socks!" I grin as His wrinkled nose; no Daddy during sex, but He's never quite said it squicks Him enough I should never say. I mean. He jokes and calls me Mommy.
He's at the door, leaving for work.
I dance, run toward Him, hopping and yelling, "Dangly bits! Dangly bits!"
"I'll give you dangly bits," He mutters as He grabs me around the waist for a hug. He kisses my forehead before leaning over further to kiss to my lips.
"Are you going to be good and write instead of playing games?"
I wanna see how far I an push ageplay, But no. I don't want more lines. "Yes, Master. Masturbation Monday needs written."
"Do we need to discuss when you can masturbate again?"
I pout. "Um, maybe, not really, Master."
"Okay, after you write a good bit."
"Yes, Master. Love You, Master." I watch Him walk out the screen door before shutting the storm door.
Spell check completed. Word count- 900 words. Post setting up tomorrow; I'm pretending I have a bed time.
"Lay down, little boy," The Queen coos at Gaelan.
He looks so good on my Master's side of the bed. I turn on my side, my greedy fingers between my thighs, wanting to watch.
"I think you need your Daddy tonight," The Queen continues. He brushes his finger down Gaelan's jaw, his fingers moving slowly through the thick beard.
"Daddy?" Gaelan echoes.
"Yes, your Daddy."
My middle finger slides into my moist twinkle cave as The Queen tenderly rubs Gaelan's chest, up and down strokes that encourage my finger's movements.
"Good boy. Relax into the rubbing." The Queen leans over to kiss Gaelan's forehead. "Should I make Joelle tell you a story as I rub you or would you like a Daddy story?"
"I think Joelle needys a story too, Daddy," Gaelan murmurs.
Needys? Beyond needys.
"A little boy grew up in a house without enough love. Still a little boy on the inside, he crossed a great big pond. Sad and big tears followed him to his bed. Then he meet his Daddy. His Daddy was always ready to give kisses and cuddles because he loves his little boy to the moon and back. Daddy didn't have a Mommy to give his little boy, but he did have a sissy to share."
My orgasm explodes around my stilled finger; The Queen's parted but unspeaking lips tell me he knows. I kiss Gaelan's cheek and close my eyes.
"Sissy loved Bubby as Daddy loved her. She loved watching Daddy help Bubby feel better."
I cuddle up to Gaelan's side, my arm over his broad chest; The Queen begins to rub Bubby's belly.
"Daddy's Gods say we should love each other, that we are all family. My sweetie boy, my loving girl. Daddy is here, no matter what. Daddy does not ask you to be anything, but your cute selves."
I swallow as the wonky, not physically encouraged orgasm kisses me, like The Queen's lips moving from Gaelan's forehead to my own.
"Are you read for sleepies, little loves?"
"Yes, Daddy," Gaelan and I answer together.
He's here to tuck me in like Master does on His nights off when He sees I need it.
The Queen places Ostara puppy against my back as the virtual realness of Gaelan's sweetness warms my front. He takes my sticky fingers from between my thighs and likes them clean. "Good night, little loves."