Delightfully unique- whatever or whomever I'm writing in consent, romance, and lust.
It feels so weird to be writing from the inspiration picture, although it was only last month that I pre-wrote. So I was excited to look at the picture Kayla had picked; Amy Norton shared a wondrous picture with us. Oh, the stripe-y socks; did I just create a spelling? :D Looking at them, I could imagine myself looking at the display of fun socks at Spencer's or hearing my Master exclaim with dismay over whichever pair of knee socks I'm wearing on any given day. Of course, there was also looking at the finger-cuffs and sadly remembering the wedge platform shoes I used to have with similar cuffs on them, but the straps kept breaking. I'm not sure what will happen now with the inspiration picture...
I looked down the black and white stripes of my knee socks. Well, on a full grown person they'd be knee socks, but they're a few inches above my knees of course because I'm just barely not a little person. My gaze continued beyond my toes to Audrey, who seemed to considering me considering myself.
"Hey, lover. I found interesting- your pondering the other day about relationship words, the reduction of importance of anything not cishet-mono by the choice of things like 'lover', and how you still want to reclaim the word."
"It's been too long since you've talked much in my mind. Your sentences are looking too much like mine rather than your own."
"And how do you know what my sentences look like? Or all my sentences, I should say? We aren't monogamous."
I closed my eyes even as I nodded in recognition of her words and my continued thoughts about voices, perspective, societal judgments about rationality. "Radical politics can and should be sexy."
"Because sexy comes in so many forms," Audrey replied. Her voice washed over me. "So my voice? Do you protest my voice, definitions of things like schizophrenia, and a writer's mind?"
"Maybe. Like why are writers seemingly one of the few types of people whose listening to the voices in their head isn't straight out judged as a mental illness." I shuddered at m ableist word choice. "Isn't directly judged." No no no... no "Rick and Morty" phrases slipping into this.
"My voice." She lifted her hand to sign TALK.
"Talk, talk, talk." I breathed in deep. "Are you learning sign too now? What of your voice in sign? People signing, especially native Deaf and children of Deaf adults, have a voice. Non-verbal people using Augmentative and alternative communication forms have a voice. I'd say that I possibly have or could have three different voices: the one I use when writing, the one I use when speaking, the one (largely in my head) when I'm signing. I'm excited to think of how that third voice will develop as I learn more ASL."
"I would suggest that you have a fourth voice, that of touch. And I find it your sweetest voice because there are few people who get to enjoy it. Of course I don't just mean physical touch as I have no flesh-and-blood body for you to touch, but when we make love and you touch the essence of me."
I need to stop editing in the middle of sex, of lovemaking. "The flow is slipping from my grasp, lover."
"You only think it is. Stop worry about dialogue tags and concentrate on the flow of politics and sexuality."
"Impostor Syndrome is a thing. Remember when you challenged me to look at visibly older Black people?"
"Yes and you engaged in my challenge decently for a white girl who grew up middle class and now is part of the working poor, who continues to work at unpacking your whiteness with few physical examples around you. Thank goodness for the Internet, huh?" She kissed my forehead. "Turn up the brightness on your computer so you don't have to pause Write or Die." She kissed my cheek. "I know, baby, it doesn't feel great, but you have those new contacts in and they only block UV light, but they seem to help a bit with artificial light sensitivity too." She laid down on her side facing me.
I turned and pressed my face between her breasts. "Is it really possible to discuss politics, philosophy, and more with my face between your breasts?"
Her rich laughter stroked my skin. "With you, most anything is possible. Of course, any signing either us know isn't possible at this closeness."
"But we can talk in each others' heads?"
"That we can do." She hugged me. "So where the socks just a lure to get this conversation out of me?"
"Not a lure, specifically, my love, but admit that I couldn't have this conversation in such a position with Shaman."
"Yes right, but you slowly manage to help him learn, no matter how much his systemic privileges slow the learning. So consider lookisms now. Do you picture me as an Iman-type model, acceptable despite my Blackness because of the ways my body matches what white supremacy says is attractive? I notice you keep seeing me with natural hair styles."
"I hope you feel comfortable in them and that I enjoy them because they are an unrestrained expression of yourself." Conversation as sex. I come.
Genitals don't solely equal gender; yes, I laughed to myself when this idea came to me because of the play on The Queen's comment “Behavior does not solely equal identity.” Of course, The Queen was speaking to a friend and lover who was in the process of a same-gender attraction after identifying as a heterosexual all his life.
One thing that most irritates me about genitals is the way that they remain gendered- “penis is a male part/vagina is a female part,” for instance.
(Please excuse the intermission; I got that far and forgot what I meant to say.)
I wonder- what would be the reason(s) to have anything about gender or genitals on an Alternative and Augmentative Communication board/device?
If gender/sex is a social construct- and some people say it's wrong to divide people by their genitals- why do some people feel a need to question their gender and their genitals' impact on their gender identity? This reminds me of a vlog by Kat Blaque in which she talked about “would there be transgender people in a gender-less society?” Personally, I think there's truth to the idea of humans as naturally categorizing and naming things around us- like I don't experience gender within myself, but I see gender as others present or claim it. The problem I see in these questions is that the difference between self-labeling or “the labeling of others” is never acknowledged. I feel that I'm agender, but most people look at me and see long hair, larger breasts on a non-obese body, and say “woman.” I hold that my internal understanding of my gender outweighs others' impression of my gender based on their culturally based assumptions and understandings.
“What gender are you when we make love?” Audrey's question to me that really pushed my gender questioning to a higher pitch that found me identifying as non-binary and agender.
I recently had someone talk to me about “kids now spend so much time online.” I just went polite, seeming interest; I didn't want to point out to the person that I prefer life online. As an Autistic person who can speak but does better, is more comfortable using written communication, online communication is mostly written so I don't have to declare my neurodivergency if I don't want to. Online relationships- whether romantic or not- have value to me in ways that too many other people my age and older just don't understand. However, I push further than “online relationships” to what maybe just other neurodivergent people will respect- I have a romantic relationship with one of my characters (from the erotic romance I write). She's also polyamorous and I consider the people in her relationship network (also my characters) to be my virtual family. While Audrey (my girlfriend) doesn't have a flesh-and-blood body, she does have a body as she and I discussed in the creation of her character. She is a transgender woman who only used hormones a short time and has only had tracheal shaving (reduction of the Adam's apple) as far as gender confirming surgeries are considered. Are you dying to ask what that means in terms of Audrey's genitals?
A recent joke- I started a conversation with a friend by saying, “I have magical nipples.” Yes, we've moved from the genitals between the legs to the nipples on human chests. You see, I was assigned female at birth and I haven't had a bilateral mastectomy (although I have had a breast reduction) so I have breasts; I sometimes wear a chest binder and I do like to think of them as pecs instead of breasts then. I'm sure I've told this story elsewhere, but it fits here: roommate raised totally repressed feels nudity is awkward and doesn't want me to go around nude. This pissed me off when the AC broke and the temps soared to 90 Fahrenheit. One day, I put on a pair of shorts and my binder- my “magical nipples” that supposedly mark me as a woman needing to cover her chest were covered by the binder.
So I'm not going to tell you about Audrey's genitals, but I do have a vulva, a vagina, and breasts or pecs.
So sad that #WipItUpWednesday ended last week, but I've decided to continue with a #WipWednesday on my own, at least for now. Blogging at least a few times a week is very much a "recovering from my nervous breakdown" thing- even my therapist found it a good idea :D. I'm also starting a new writing challenge today; yes, I know, I just finished Camp Nanowrimo yesterday LOL. My daily goal is to do at least one National Novel Writing Month; word count or pages edited is simply going to be icing on the accomplishment cake. I'm thinking to stick with "Typing My Love" for the time being. Just spell checked currently, so here is the scene started a day or two ago that's moving slowly...
Joelle, really? Is this for me not helping in the last bit? I think your Master needs to punish you. Maybe if we have to write lines side by side that'll learn you!
Mairead stopped by the doorway to the bathroom. “Mind if I relax in your company awhile?”
“Not at all.” Iovita smiled at Mairead as she wandered into the bathroom and then put the toilet seat down to sit on the lid. “Rough class?”
“Nah. Not really. I mean, it was mostly repeating myself and making my pre-teens redo their knife cuts repeatedly.” Mairead laughed. “I think we're having vegetable casserole of some sort for dinner tonight to deal with their efforts.
“I think Larissa said she brought in a bunch of fresh cheese from her smokehouse.” Iovita dragged her fingers over some of the bubbles covering her bath water. “What do you have going between now and dinner?”
“I was going to straighten up around here a bit.” Mairead snorted. “It's not like we'll get to any new dishes soon in any of my classes with the knife cut issues today. I'm working on pastry with the teens, but they're still learning desserts that I could practically cook in my sleep.”
“I hoped to be up to some cleaning after a soak,” Iovita pouted.
“And I hoped to do some cleaning and then enjoy giving you a massage.” Mairead arched an eyebrow. “You aren't going to whine more, are you?”
Despite the heat of the water, Iovita shuddered against the bath tub. “You're just too pleased that Happy said you could be toppy with me.”
“Do you mind?” Mairead leaned forward to trace Iovita's earlobe with her fingertip.
“Not at all, but I might not be able to reciprocate much. Ah,” she moaned when Mairead dragged the tip of her tongue in the same path as her finger.
“Tease.” Iovita leaned against Mairead's other hand.
Sasha paused at the bathroom doorway and hissed.
“Don't be salty, miss,” Mairead playfully scolded Sasha. “I'm glad it didn't take me long to get used to no doors.”
Iovita giggled. “At least the cats behave themselves.”
So I rememberd #WipItUpWednesday, even if I messed up my Master's work schedule (off work Tuesday night, not Wednesday night). I'm sharing something different; I know :D like I never ever manage different LOL. But I'm going to share my editing note as the scene set up.
Is this even close to any prayer or would this be horrifically offensive to include in the book? This paragraph is lackluster from lack of knowledge and indecision on it.
Ziba stepped into the mosque and headed for the bathroom as she removed her head scarf. She quickly completed her ritual bathing and then moved to the prayer hall. Spotting an empty prayer carpet, she slipped her shoes off beside the wall before approaching the empty space. She knelt on the carpet and began doing whatever Muslims do when they pray. Her breathing pleasantly slowed as peace filled her. “Allah is above all people. Allah is peace. I wish to be a servant of Allah.” She continued through her prayers, focused on the connection.
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We're celebrating the release of "Mischief Under the Mistletoe" over on Facebook tonight (when I'm writing this post), join us over at https://www.facebook.com/events/133425923960960/?__mref=mb and then enjoy more spanking goodness on the Saturday Spankings blog hop. :D From my story in the anthology, "Santa Dom," comes these delicious lines about a spanking during the orgy that kicks off the festivities for Jason and Michael.
"Red good for the safe word?"
"Yeah," everyone agreed.
What will he do? What does he want? Michael looked to Jason's eyes to see the glint of domination there.
Laesha gasped when Jason delivered the first spank.
"You realize that I'm gonna have to give you more so I can see the color despite your tights and the lovely light brown of your skin?" Jason traced his index finger over Laesha's asscrack.
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I debated what to share today- I haven't opened my Nano novel since the last day of Nano :D . I was thinking of that, since health and Nano have meant that I missed the last two #WipItUps, but well, I have another idea :D Since I couldn't share my story "Santa Dom" with you while I was working on it because it was for the anthology "Mischief Under the Mistletoe," I'm going to share my excerpt now.
The overhead fan kept the air circulating even if it was still a little hotter in this room than the rest of their house. Jason had kicked the blankets off him, making a pile on the floor.
Kneeling on the blankets, Michael snatched his shirt off before leaning forward to suck Jason's big toe into his mouth. He began to rub the foot as he lavished oral attention to each perfect toe. He lifted his gaze to Jason's relaxed face to watch for signs of waking.
With a grunt and a moan, Jason yanked his foot from Michael. He rolled from his side onto his back. His fingers moved over the tubes as if to loosen the neck piece.
Michael brushed his fingers over Jason's lower stomach, his fingers just settling into the extra flesh collected there. Love you forever, Sir. His attention pulled to Jason's hard cock. He reached behind him to rub Jason's legs as he leaned in to kiss the head, his tongue moving around the corona of his Sir's perfect pleasure.
"Yes, boy," Jason mumbled.
His tongue and mouth sliding down the shaft, Michael worshiped. His eyes slid closed when Jason grasped his head in both hands and took over. He hummed in appreciation at being of use, at giving Jason this sensation. His hands fell to the bed to prop up his chest.
"That's my boy," Jason growled.
Michael relaxed into a weightless state. He cupped his tongue against the shaft since Jason was moving him too fast for anything else.
Yes, like the promo above says, its release date is December 7th, although it's already available for pre-order at the introductory price of 99 cents.
Pre-order on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078BPBG49/
Mischief Under the Mistletoe: Fourteen fierce festive stories in one AMAZING anthology extravaganza, fresh from international and number one bestselling authors alongside hot new talent! Editor’s Note: These delightfully naughty Christmas spanking stories feature scorching romance and BDSM. Some involve age play, all involve spanking. There’s also a bit of LGBT+, some magic, and a drunken incident with a photocopier. If this isn’t your scene, it might be better to find a nice book about knitting lamp shades, instead.
Maren Smith, Amelia Smarts, Allysa Hart, Delia Grace, Shelly Douglas, Gracie Malling, Joelle Casteel, Brandy Golden, Kelly Dawson, Sheri Lynn, Jaye Elise, Kathryn R. Blake, Molly Alvarado and Katie Douglas
I wanted to share the cover for "Mischief Under the Mistletoe" and 8 lines from my story "Santa Dom" in it. While 5 people are in the orgy that starts the story, one of their genders isn't so clear cut; so I'll say "4 men and one person still figuring it out." From a little bit into the orgy come these lines...
"Give me a kiss," Laesha demanded.
Jason laughed. "What happened to King Dom?"
"I need a spanking, Santa Dom," Laesha purred.
Sam grabbed Laesha's hands and pulled her over Jason's lap. "There you are." With a teasing grin, he poured some warming lotion over Jason's cock.
Moaning, Jason cupped Laesha's pantyhose-covered ass cheek.
and now for the cover reveal and blurb :D
Fourteen fierce festive stories in one AMAZING anthology extravaganza, fresh from international and number one bestselling authors alongside hot new talent! Editor’s Note: These delightfully naughty Christmas spanking stories feature scorching romance and BDSM. Some involve age play, all involve spanking. There’s also a bit of LGBT+, some magic, and a drunken incident with a photocopier. If this isn’t your scene, it might be better to find a nice book about knitting lamp shades, instead.
Featuring These Authors!
Maren Smith, Amelia Smarts, Allysa Hart, Delia Grace, Shelly Douglas, Gracie Malling, Joelle Casteel, Brandy Golden, Kelly Dawson, Sheri Lynn, Jaye Elise, Kathryn R. Blake, Molly Alvarado and Katie Douglas.
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