Heh, Kayla told me she'd picked a still from the video I'd sent her. I giggle and thought, "Fuck! I better write!" Even though I haven't written in several days because of the shitstorm of stress in my household. Of course, it's pretty easy, since this relates to Audrey; it's seldom she and I have sexual problems in our relationship- if anything, she'll say "I already came in one of my subs today, cuddle?" Since she's 68, I really don't think much if that's what she says. I hope no one gets tired of me managing Audrey into the scene I create from inspiration pictures Kayla so lovingly gives us :D .
I gazed at the computer screen, my signing to Audrey ended. Rogan Shannon's vlog about the overuse of ILY zipped through my head as Audrey held my hands to encourage me to move my computer to my footstool and then led me to the bedroom. "So glad I'm a nudist," I muttered as I relaxed in the middle of the comforter and watched her with my eyes open.
"So you wanna watch, little love?"
"Always wanna watch you." I pulled my teeth over my bottom lip as she placed a gentle kiss on my right toe before climbing on the bed between my spread legs.
She scooped up some half-melted coconut oil from a dish beside my knee. "Gimme that ass." Her grin stroked me as I pulled my legs up and rested my feet flat. She touched my tailbone for a moment before her slippery finger moved up between my asscheeks. As my moans seeped into the silence, her finger eased into my asshole. "That's my girl." Using her other hand, she dripped more oil over the fingers that teased me, prepared me for something.
Halsey's voice appeared in the room and her growl thumped in my clit as the first time she swore in "Heaven in Hiding" washed over me.
"I got a new plug for you." She slipped a second finger into my ass and then spread her fingers further and further apart, stretching me open.
I hissed, "Yes, yes, yes!" I thrust my hips up when her other hand brushed over my labia, fingertips brushing over my clit in turn. "Love!"
Twisting her hand between my legs, her fingers twisting inside me, she met my gaze before her other fingers moved into my cunt. "You're so gorgeous fucking my fingers like this." She eased her fingers out of my ass. "So I thought it would be fun to match the light purple of your hair."
My tongue moving over my dry lips, I watched her trace her long fingers over the shining lavender glass dildo. I scooted my butt closer to her. "Ah!" I gasped when the cold glass pressed against my asshole. Whimpering, I pushed down when her other hand again caressed my lips and clit. The stretch of the dildo had me panting. The initial shock of the cold glass disappeared as it heated against my body.
She leaned over and her mouth replaced her finger on my clit. She sucked, hard, drawing my clit between her lips. Her unspoken words reached my mind, "So hungry. Can you give me a little orgasm even?"
I shuddered, my thighs flexing as my focus fought between not hurting her with my legs and the orgasm bubbling up inside me. "My love." I grabbed her shoulders and held on. I pushed my body down the bed as two fingers slid into my cunt. The pleasure burst in me as her fingers and the dildo moved in me in slow circles. "Please, please," I groaned.
"You don't have to beg, little love, even if it amuses my subs. I love feeling you grasp my fingers as you cum." Her tongue flicked against me before she started sucking again.
The pillow slid beneath my thrashing head. "You? You?"
"Tonight is about you, my sweet." Her mouth slide over my inner thighs as she steadily moved the dildo in and out of my ass. "I love watching your body move, my girl."
My toes especially pressed into the comforter as a hard orgasm unexpectedly overtook me, stealing my breath. I pulled at her shoulders. She came up fast, kissing me hard as her tongue pushed into my mouth. Still fucking my ass with the dildo as her tongue fucked my mouth. I trembled against her. My eyes keened, "Love you. I love you. Coming so hard. Love you." I cupped the back of her neck, the side of my hand pressing into the short naps of hair.
She lowered me back to the pillows, still kissing me. The dildo stilled in my ass. "You like?"
"The new dildo? Love it. Almost as much as I love you. That was the perfect reward for me doing my ASL learning. Can you spend the night with me?"
"Yes, love. Iven's off at work and all my little ones are taking care of themselves tonight."
I kissed her cheek. "Good night, my sweet love. You fucked the sleepies into me."
"I do love doing that."
Sigh, I didn't wanna miss this week when I missed last, but my daughter made writing tricky. Yeah, she's 18- still a pain. But I was interested finally enough to write and Molly's picture gave me a thought...
I glanced at Molly's picture again. Could I do that? Could I let others see me naked when it's not in the heat (literal or metaphorical) moment of sex? When I'm not even aware of the camera?
My fingers slipped between the labia as I gazed closely at her legs, appreciating, enjoying the tiny hairs on her thighs. I pinched my clit, softly, but growing harder. Her skin looked so soft. Like Audrey Dolly balanced against my shoulder, her stripped tight-looking legs resting on my breast.
I pressed back in my chair. My computer on the footstool, adjusted so the webcam showed from my stomach down to my thighs, my crotch. I didn't like what I saw. Need to shave, rumbled through my head.
You're gorgeous, love, Audrey said before her lips ghosted over my neck.
I adjusted in my chair, my brain acknowledging the feel of her thighs, cock, stomach, back against me. Pressing my head against her delightfully small breasts, I closed my eyes.
That's my girl, you should feel so good, she purred against my earlobe before sucking it between her warm lips.
My finger slipped into my cunt as Audrey's touch and Molly's picture engaged in twin touches.
Still your hand and I'll make love to my sweet girl, Audrey murmured. Her left hand cupped my breast and I shuddered into her warmth. Doesn't that feel good, little love?
I heard the camera snap and part of my thighs appeared on the screen below the minimized browser.
Her hand left my breast to press buttons on my computer; the webcam showed my naked torso and thighs to my knees. My love. My finger curled into me as she started kissing my neck. I saw the echo of Audrey's form around my flesh-and-blood body on the screen.
Go to sleep, my love, and relax into the orgasm I want to give you. Her lips were replaced by nibbling teeth as her words washed over my skin.
But I want to be awake for this pleasure, I argued. I shuddered hard. It didn't matter because I was coming hard against her loving body. The camera snapped repeatedly as the shuddering melted into writhing and I clung to her arm where it rested on my thighs. Love you, sweet Audrey.
Love you, cuddle up. She kissed my forehead, my closed eyelids, my mouth.
The camera snapped one last time. I can't wait to see those tomorrow, I murmured sleepily.
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I was torn- interested in the inspiration picture & not. However, needing to get to my [sadly reduced] Camp Nano goal, I thought of a partial scene that is likely to become "epilogue" in my WIP; I figured I should write it after asking my daughter  to look up *masturbation* in ASL for me. :D
Bea signed something.
I signed, "Again please, Ma'am?"
She placed her left index finger against her right wrist; I focused on her hand, figuring she was about to fingerspell. "M-A-S-T-U-R-B-A-T-E." Then she repeated that sign.
"Masturbate how Ma'am?" I signed carefully.
"In our bed," she replied.
I backed off her and the chair. Don't need to help her up. I'm so glad how the surgeries helped. Following after her, I went to our bedroom.
She turned on the overhead light; my gaze was drawn to my pillow that she'd allowed me to add to our bed. She signed, "Lay down in the middle of the bed spread eagle."
"Yes Ma'am," I signed before moving to obey. Once my body was positioned, I looked up to see her watching me. My heart seemed to come into my throat when I saw the small suction cup in her hand.
Climbing onto the bed between my legs, she leaned forward and traced around my clit, its hood with slick fingers. Then she pressed the cup against my genitals and twisted so it sucked me into it.
[Masturbate] is a specific sign with specific variations. She ordered... I brushed my fingers over my labia, around my vaginal opening. The skin tight, the nerves thrumming in me, I dipped my index finger into my cunt. She loves when I spell that word.
She slid beside my leg where she could still see, but gave me greater access to my body. She caressed my calf.
Slipping a second finger into me, her order only giving a slight shape, I tightened my neck so I wouldn't rock my head back away from seeing her beautiful face. How will I beg to come? My muscles tightened as I split my attention between my fingers, the cup, her gaze.
"Good girl," she signed.
My lips parted. I pushed my fingers against the front of my pussy, searching for my G-spot. "Yes," I hissed. Is yes readable on the lips? I thrust my fingers into me, in and out, faster. No way to tell if she was going to edge me, I decided just to obey.
She leaned over and kissed the top of my thigh.
How wonderful it is for her not to deal with dizziness anymore. I met her eyes and shuddered against the bed. Enjoying the heat of my recently spanked ass, I pushed down in the comforter.
She signed, "Orgasm?"
Having to think for a moment so I could do the signs with my left hand instead, I signed, "Please, Ma'am?"
"Need to?" she signed.
She plucked the suction cup off my clit and her fingers mashed against my sensitized nerve cluster.
"Come!" she ordered.
I pushed down on her fingers and my hand. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I yelled.
She clicked her tongue; I gasped. "Thanking in speech?" The signs somehow brought extra emphasis to my mistake.
I yanked my hand out of my pussy and, without wiping my wet hand, signed, "I'm so sorry, Ma'am."
She grabbed my hip and flipped me onto my stomach. Without warning she delivered five sharp slaps to the backs of my thighs.
After a moment of breathing into the pillow beneath my face, I lifted my shoulders just enough to see she had moved up the bed. I eased my face down onto her lap and closed my eyes, feeling the moment.
I debated not writing for Masturbation Monday. I'm depressed. My Master's depressed and I'd argue that He's doing fuck-all beside popping an anti-depressant and being a whiny man-child; yeah, I don't have a submissive tongue in my head for how He's pissing me off. Audrey and I've been talking about my [lack of] sex drive and so we'll see if it nets anything sexy, but Audrey and I are going to talk. Oh and she wanted me to let you all that she'll motivate my ass to make the short video prompt for Kayla that I've been meaning to; since she's the focus of it, she'd like to see the video too.
"Come here, babygirl," Audrey cooed, laying in the middle of my bed.
I crawled onto the bed and settled my head on Shaman's foam shaped pillow, even as my head performed the logical rearranging that was my ass settling against her soft cock.
"Baby, we're both polyam. Try to lift yourself from feeling your sex drive is defined by relations with one person."
"Is that your way of saying I'm being unfair to you?"
"Not just me, but yourself, sweetness, your other characters." Her large, warm hands cupped for breasts for a long moment before her palms slid down my bony chest, to cup my stomach roll and I wanted to protest as Shaman's attention made me protest my stomach no longer flat.
"But love--" I kissed her fingertips as they moved over my lips. I further relaxed into her embrace. Pleasure built and zinged through me.
"If you're not going to give 110% church, give some to me." She lifted my hair on one side as Shaman had and kissed her way up and down my neck.
"Bae," she murmured against my skin. "When you go to bed tonight, let's do this again."
"Yes, I love." I grasped her wrist and drew her index finger into my mouth.
Her groans caressed my skin as her free hand moved up and down me.
"But I only feel a sex drive in these moments with you," I argued, knowing that these words would only appear on the screen of my beloved's mind.
"Bae," appeared in malleable letters of black and red, Audrey no doubt taking this moment to use the AAVE I'd argued against her using. Her hand still avoiding between my legs, but bringing me pleasure nonetheless.
"I don't know I can come beyond the furtive clitoral-based orgasm that seems to have become my all."
"Don't stress. Tonight, when I hold you, my darling. Orgasm isn't the only goal."
I closed my eyes, shutting off the physical, shutting to just Audrey's love and touch. In that moment, I noticed Onyx watching; he softly shook his head. Such a good sub, I saw in his expression the compersion, the beautiful acceptance of Audrey's joy, even with me rather than him.
I shuddered in the leaving of complacency from my self.
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Please forgive any messed up details- I tried for *cramp pain relief in the form of Mike's Hard Lemonade* and while I'm certainly too drunk to drive, I'm still going to write because Pilo keeps babbling at me, well drawing mental pictures for me of what they would like. I warned them that I'm drunk enough that I might mess up their pronouns; they've forgiven me in advance. And yes, again a content warning of anatomy and gender words that might make some uncomfortable. Also I'm amused to give you something to read with no penises present when the penis was such a focal point in the inspiration picture this week.
"It's been fifteen minutes. You can lower the sun umbrella now." Pilo looked to Johnnie's face, even as his gaze nervously tripped up and down their body. "Johnnie?"
Johnnie yanked his gaze to their handsome face.
"There. You encouraged me to undress since we're alone. What of you?"
"Where'd your shyness go?" Johnnie countered.
"It's just the two of us with our bodies outside conventional understanding."
Pulling the umbrella closed, he placed on the grass beside their blanket before turning onto his side. When they raised their arm, he snuggled against them. Their chest with its mixture of softness and strength made a pillow. He fitted his boy-pussy against their thigh.
"You are worthy of feeling good," they said.
"As are you," he replied. "We are both worthy of orgasm, even if our bodies don't mimic the cishet idea of *penis spewing semen into a vagina*."
Their arm tightened around him. "Pleasure for pleasure's sake?"
"Does it give you pleasure when I touch you like this?" His fingers brushed against their lower chest, their upper stomach.
"Yes." They cupped the back of his head with one hand. Releasing a gasp, they looked down at his finger going up and down, up and down, but not heading toward any traditional erogenous zone. His bicep slid against their skin as his fingers came in contact with the inside of their right elbow. A loud moan dripped from their lips.
He pressed his face against their neck and his inhales pushed hot air across their skin. "You smell like watermelon."
"The sun block. I am all too fair, like a pot of cream or a baked Alaska with my tons of birth marks." They sighed. "Your pants feel so good. I've never felt such pleasure with another person, let alone my own touch." Their hand slid to the nap of his neck, under the scruff of his curls.
Responding to the urging touch, he lifted his lips and pressed them to their parted light pink petals of whimpers. His tongue moved over the seam until it opened farther and a tentative burst of their tongue encouraged him to deepen his kiss.
They struggled at tired cliches that tried to explain the burst of gratification they felt from the top of their head to the tips of their toes, feet stretched out and wriggling in the grass. Their eyes met his as the release and the kiss continued. Both hands shot around his shoulders as they clung to him. Defying everything every horrible doctor had either said or merely left unsaid but known, they shuddered against him. They closed their eyes and pulled their lips from his. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
"You are so welcome."
"Your masculinity doesn't prevent me from giving back as much as you've given me?"
He tilted his head back, his chin in the air. "Uh... no."
"Because you allowed me to touch--"
"My boy-pussy," he supplied into their silence.
"Your boy-pussy in the shower, I hope that I might get to enjoy the extra lesson I got from the nice nurse." With his small nod, they dug into the bag for a dental dam and the warming lubricant they had found at the drug store.
"And because I... don't feel dysphoria... there." He coughed as they shook out the dam and dripped the oil on one pale blue side. He placed his feet on the blanket, his knees falling apart. His hips moved in time with their questing fingers.
They brushed out the latex with gentle strokes, delighting at their heat coming through even the thicker than a condom barrier. Leaning in, they flicked their tongue against his flesh.
"Unh, unh!" He trembled and grasped their shoulders. "Too fast."
Lifting their head, they asked, "Too fast what?"
"Came... too fast."
They sucked on him, pulling the tender flesh wrapped in blueberry-flavored protection into their mouth.
"Yes! Yes!" His hips thrust up and they shoved their hand underneath to grasp his soft asscheeks. His fingers pressed into their skin. "Thank you!"
Wearing a soft smile, they lowered him to the blanket. "Let's be close awhile and then we might see what else they gave us."
"Sure." He again cuddled to their side and closed his eyes as the sun pleasantly warmed their skin.
I'm thinking I may be closer to approximating something that looks like sexual activity people are more used to from this hope :D But I did another dalliance, another tease this week as it seemed that Pilo and Johnnie were just ready for this much. Hopefully next week's inspiration picture gives me a thought too.
Pilo held Johnnie's hands in theirs. "You don't have to prove anything to me."
Johnnie squeezed Pilo's hands. "I'd say the same to you."
They walked further into the field until the grass flattened out. Tugging on their hiking pack's straps, they stopped. "I like it here. You?"
He helped them slide the heavy pack off and to the ground. Opening the bag, he chuckled. "You didn't have to go out of your way to make this an Iranian picnic."
"I wanted to experiment and maybe learn more about your heritage," they protested. On the flattest patch of ground, they arranged a white bottle of kefir followed by plastic take out containers of falafel, humus, and pita. "I remembered correct that you are vegetarian?"
"Yes, thanks." He pulled out the heavy blanket and spread it across the scrub grass. Lowering himself onto the red fabric, he then tilted his head back and their gazes met. "Thanks." Hands connecting again, he helped them onto the blanket beside him.
They straightened their faux silk slacks. Breathing in deeply, they closed their eyes to appreciate the warmth of the sun. His lips touched their cheek and moved away before they could open their eyes.
"Falafel?" he asked, his voice so calming with their eyes closed.
"Please." The next moment, a pleasantly warm ball popped between their lips. Finally opening their eyes, they smiled at him around chewing.
"So we have our supplies from Planned Parenthood," he began, his tone almost making it a question. They nodded and he continued, "And you are sure that you want to do this? Too."
Their eyes open this time, he leaned in to kiss their cheek; their throat moved with their swallowing, pushing the last of the falafel down. They held in a whimper when his lips pressed against theirs. When he pulled back, they murmured, "The scar tissue is too thick for me to feel anything."
He took a sip from his glass of kefir. "Might I ask how you've tested this?" He kissed their neck just below their earlobe. "You seem to be enjoying everything else I've done."
"I didn't feel anything, not even pain, when I lost my virginity."
Clearing his throat, he fed them a fingerful of humus. His finger retreating from their mouth, he said, "I don't think a hetero-sexist notion of virginity helps with either of our diverse bodies." He kissed lower on their neck.
"When I had sex with a seemingly typical guy that one time, I didn't feel anything between my legs," they said.
"Do you feel you're worthy of pleasure?" He pressed a closed mouthed kiss to their rounded chin.
"Your interest in me makes me feel worthy."
He traced his fingers over the shoulder of their tank top. "Mind if I get comfy naked since we're far enough away from any paths?"
They nodded and scooped some humus with a triangle of pita. Chewing, the lowered their gaze as if not wanting to stare at him grabbing the bottom hem of his forest green tank and lifting it off his torso. Their toes curling in their cotton bags of shoes, their gaze dropped to his waistband.
"Soon enough," he said.
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Something about the picture drew me to continue with Johnnie and Pilo (part 1 here). Now I've learned it's a myth that doctors surgically make more babies with intersex bodies "into girls"; it is possible to surgically make indeterminate genitals into a penis and testicles depending on what's there. I mean, we're talking about babies, not the chronological adults you'll see on my page. I still haven't gone to any of the pages I've studied to figure out what *disorder* (to use the medical term that many people with intersex bodies hate, but is correct in the medical model) might have caused Pilo's intersex *condition* (yes, another word disliked by intersex activists).
Pilo pulled Johnnie's bottom lip into their mouth and sucked. They grasped his ass with both hands. Smiling even as they kissed him, their tongue moved to mute his groans. A pulse of pleasure teased at their belly. Fingers pulling his asscheeks apart, they fitted their smooth bodies together.
The candle on the vanity sputtered, but wax moved and the flame resumed its previous strength.
"Funny how I think smooth, but you are not so smooth. This wonderful, wonderful hair." They rubbed their mound against Johnnie's pubic hair.
He gasped. "Please, please." Tightening his legs, the water made him feel unsteady as he quivered.
"I cannot wait to enjoy you more. Maybe we can go to Planned Parenthood together after food?"
"Yes. Gloves and dams and more so we're ready." He kissed them after his words fell away. Leaning his head against the shower wall, his breaths came in pants through his flared nostrils.
Pushing their legs together so their captive bead rested on their clit, they enjoyed the minimum pleasure they could there. "I should say--"
He relinquished their mouth to murmur, "You already hinted at what those awful surgeons did. We will have to learn where else in your body you feel pleasure. Your lips and mouth work just fine."
"I knew I did right saying yes for a change." They drew him back into the kiss, reassured of his respect for their nonbinary-ness. Their hands slid into, over his black buzz cut. Eyelids sliding closed, they focused on his kiss and taking careful steps as he guided them under the shower head. Like electricity, arousal moved over their skin with the water. A sob escaped their lips as he kissed his way down their jaw and then to their neck. They tilted their head just so to find Johnnie's carbon black eyelashes against his upper cheeks as he caressed their skin.
"Wish more could see how gorgeous you are," he murmured against their skin.
They clung to his shoulders. "Knowing you see it is more than enough for me."
"I want to explore you from top to bottom until you feel as good as you make me."
"Do we need tests more than barriers?"
He shook his head. "Both." Reaching around them, he quickly turned off the water. "You make me not want to wait. Let's eat and go get some latex before we violate our ethics."
"I'm allergic to latex." They frowned.
"PP must have other options." He grabbed a rust red-colored towel from a shelf and wrapped it around their shoulders. Kissing them hard on the lips, he moved the towel down their back as the shudders worked from his hips to his knees. As if the separation hurt, he grimaced while stepping back to dry their chest, the sloping plain of muscle so like a paler version of his own. "Grilled cheese, PP, and cuddle."
"Sounds good." They led his towel covered hands between their legs. "I'm not very sensitive there, but it hurts when anything gets caught on the jewelry." Sniffing, they licked their lips. "The captive bead reminds me of what the doctors stole."
"My dear Pilo, at least they didn't take the chance for us to meet or your handsome green eyes." Johnnie accepted the towel from Pilo and dried himself off. "How about Blue is the Warmest Color after PP?"
"And cuddles? I'd like that."
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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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.
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."