So I wound up with a self-conscious post for MM, as in, in the post I talk about the fact that the writing is for MM :D . When I came to Weebly to create the post, I was amused to find that I wrote about Audrey and I last week. If/when I manage the challenge I make to Audrey, if will mean that I will need to share the link with all of you. Yes, I wanted to make my Audrey come and we both enjoyed ourselves.
"Forget the picture. It's not working for you exactly," Audrey whispers.
I sit on the bed and place my feet between her legs. "Does that mean I can't oil up your cock and slowly stroke it?"
"Heh. If that's the way the picture inspires you, love, go for it. I'd love to feel your beautiful hand caressing me." She groans at my first slow caresses as I reach for the warming oil with my other hand.
"How long since you've come, my love?" I lick my lips.
"Long enough ago that you might encourage me to come, although I'm wondering what you plan to do with my cum." Her thigh tenses beneath my legs.
"Are you still fertile, my dearest Audrey?"
Her quiet, bass voice presses kisses of molten arousal to my skin as she answers, "No, sweet. This body is too old."
"Not too old to give us both pleasure." I look to her gorgeous hazel eyes as I tip the opened oil bottle over her
hardening cock. "It's moments like this that I particularly appreciate your intact cock, its foreskin adding so much pleasure when I touch you like this."
"Yes." Her eyes slip closed as my hand starts moving up and down gently. "When you sit close like this, I swear I'm ready to come far faster than with my submissives."
"Might it be that this isn't a time with a lot foreplay of any sort? While it might not work for Masturbation Monday, I want to challenge us as lovers to engage in foreplay of a lengthy time, some time, some time when we're both feeling our love and attraction so much that it becomes the opposite of needy hurt." I rub my thumb over the head of her cock, my palm against her foreskin that's fallen back slightly in her arousal. I move to my shins, my knees pressing against her balls.
"Baby?" Her voice is moaned whisper.
I lean over so I can press my breasts into a tunnel for her cock to move in. "I love feeling your skin slide over mine like this." When she thrusts up into me, I lean just enough farther to kiss the precious head of her cock. I press my knees just so against her balls, giving just that much sensation to the both of us. I notice a gleam of pre-cum and with the tip of my tongue, I collect her warmth.
"My girl." She trembles at me releasing my breasts with one hand to wrap it around the base of her shaft. "Lover."
I shift my attention to between my legs; her love and arousal have me close to orgasm as well, even with no touches to my clit, my cunt, my asshole. Or are those just words for BDSM?
Her body's sudden rigidity draws my gaze back to her face, her lips open and her face tensed as the rest of her body. Balls tighten against my knees the moment before her warm cum shoots across the pale tops of my breasts, my chin, just into my mouth.
"Love you, my Audrey." I release her cock and rise to kneeling between her legs. My hand skitters through her cum before traveling to my clit. "Love you so much." Fast with her cum, my fingers thrum against my clit and in a moment, I'm coming hard, gyrating over her. A gasp and I've fallen onto her, my stomach pressing against her still hard cock.
Her cum, my cum, we slid against each other with our fast breaths from our pleasure.
"Come here, little girl," Audrey murmurs as she draws me to rest my head on her breasts, my legs falling to either side of her torso. She licks her cum off my chin before penetrating my mouth with her tongue, her arms holding me tight in our love.
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."
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