Dipping my toes into writing this isn't about my Nano novel, I looked at the Week 170 inspiration picture and pondered, especially because it was already 5pm on Sunday, I'd be going to online church in 3 hours because finances meant skipping going to a physical church this morning. I'm also finally watching "When We Rise"- I'd only started the first of five episodes. Yup, plenty of times when my emotions ran over- I came out as bisexual in the mid 1990s when Pride March and Festivals where still begun with a reading of the names... of people who had died from AIDS. While Christmas is hard for me- when my daughter came out as transgender, I finally told my parents to go the fuck away, although they keep trying to worm their way back in- I have a short story coming out on Thursday (a Christmas-y one) and I wanted to enjoy this picture Kayla found us.
Tom tossed the Santa hat over his hard cock when his bedroom door opened unexpectedly.
"And what is my darling hubby doing?" August teased as he barreled into the room.
"Please, Sir, don't call me hubby," Tom muttered.
"Sir? August arched one of his delightfully bushy black eyebrows.
"Master." He sighed at August's gorgeous smile.
"I like that much better. So what are you doing here, my delightful cub?" August brushed one hand over his buzz cut hair.
"Touching myself. I was lonely. We hadn't agreed it wasn't okay. Sir. Master."
"Master." August laid his hand on Tom's thigh beside the hat's white puffball. "May I?"
"Yes, but..." Tom swallowed, his Adam's apple making his short black beard bounce.
"Let me question that but. We do need to negotiate more. I would like something more serious and I think you too, but you were feeling lonely, cub. Why? We just had a big breakfast together." August plucked the hat off Tom's cock and placed it on his head. He joined Tom on their bed and pulled his lover against him. "Or maybe loneliness is your excuse for touching yourself?"
"I don't know. I feel sad... Master." Tom chuckled. "I like Master too. Maybe I'll feel less sad if I'm busy making you happy?"
August pressed his face against Tom's hairy cheek, their beards mingling. "You haven't gotten totally soft. How about you make me proud and make yourself come?"
"Master?" Tom's eyes opened huge as he looked at August.
"Think of it as an early Christmas gift for me?"
"Yes, Master!" He held out one hand and liked his lips as August scooped some petroleum jelly onto it. "I'm so glad I was celibate and we got tested and don't have to worry about barriers, Sir. Master."
"Me to." Leading his cub's hand to his cock, August encouraged him to wrap his hand around it.
"Oh, yes," Tom groaned.
"How fast can you come for me?"
"Uh um--" Tom's eyelids slid closed as his hand moved up and down with ever increasing speed.
August reached around to cup Tom's balls.
"Yes, thanks, Master," he gasped. "Beg, squeeze, Master."
"Good boy." August slowly tightened his hold until Tom pressed against him. He kissed the tiny spot of hairless cheek before his cub turned his head. He thrust his tongue into the submissive mouth and probed.
Tom writhed against the bed. His thumb hit his frenulum. His scream of release was muffled by August's kissing mouth.
Smiling, August enjoyed the hot cum splashing over his legs. Ending the kiss, he muttered, "My good cub. Pull the comforter up around us."
Happily obeying, the calm sub pulled the blanket up around them and burrowed against his Master.
So the picture inspired me to spend some time with Mairead and Ziba- totally fair since I wrote Happy and Iovita making love during my local write-in on Saturday morning. With Ziba having a Dutch parent and an Indonesian parent (heck if I can remember which one is which at the moment), I envisioned her largely "passing for white," which could cause weird reactions to her as she's a hijabi [a Muslim woman who wears a head scarf is the simplest definition, although it religiously means so much more.) But the picture made me think of a Ziba in her bed waiting for Mairead's attentions.
"Now this isn't very modest, what I find in our bed." Mairead knelt on the bed on level with Ziba's waist.
"But since you're the only one likely to see me here in our bedroom, my habibti." Ziba laughed. "Don't you like what you see, schatje?"
"Tease! Changing languages on me. You know tha' makes me all horny." Mairead traced her fingers over the backs of Ziba's knees, just above the knee high stockings' ruffles. "Is this 'my period's done so sex is no longer haram'? Tell me what you want." Her fingers continued drawing lines up Ziba's thighs.
"Please, I need your fingers and your tongue, your mouth. I... um... laeaq li, uh."
"Lover, that's not a bit of Arabic I know." Mairead brushed her fingers over Ziba's parted labia. Although I have a notion. "Do you want my tongue moving over your clit? Into your pussy?"
"Yes, laeaq li, lick me, lik me maar," Ziba babbled.
Mairead knelt between Ziba's spread legs. "You look so good like this. I hate to reposition you too much." Pulling up at the hips, she encouraged Ziba up onto her knees. Her gaze moved over her lover's asscrack. No, that is not okay, unless some imam decides that sodomy is okay. She bent her head a little more until she could see Ziba's labia. Moaning, she reached out with her tongue to touch the beauty. The wondrous tang of her arousal met her taste buds when she pried them apart and feasted on Ziba.
"My love," Ziba whimpered.
Mairead backed up and turned onto her back between Ziba's legs. She scooted until her head rested in just the right place to pull down on Ziba's ass. Her lips parted and she started to suck, first labia and then clit into her mouth. She caressed the relaxed asscheeks as she enjoyed the moans above her. Her lips released the clit as she plunged her tongue into Ziba's pussy. Pubic hair tickling her nose, she gloried in pleasing her lover, even as her own arousal grew inside her.
Ziba pressed her legs against Mairead. Her body trembled even with her rigid hips. "Mairead." She groaned at two fingers sliding into her cunt. "Yes."
Tip of tongue moving against Ziba's clit, Mairead sought to bring her love pleasure. She pumped her fingers into the wetness. Give it to me. You always come fast, the first time after your period. She stroked the inner wall, feeling for Ziba's G spot. She smiled even as she continued to suck when her fingertips passed over the bumpy, swollen patch of vaginal wall. Wetness dripped down her hand and onto her face as Ziba found her first orgasm.
"Please keep doing just that," Ziba purred as her body shifted slightly above Mairead, hinting that her arms and chest had crashed onto their bed.
Sucking and thrusting into her sweet Ziba, Mairead basked into the continued orgasm as pleasure washed over her, her hips pumping into the air. Such a pleasure to come from her pleasure.
"Love, on my back," Ziba cried out before pulling away from Ziba.
"As long as I can still enjoy making you feel good," Mairead growled as she in turn moved toward the end of the bed to give Ziba room to move.
"Of course." Ziba lifted her hips and then placed her feet flat as she settled onto the bed. "Ik hou van je. My sweet."
Mairead crawled back to Ziba and leaned in to kiss her inner thighs.
"If only my hair stayed still like yours," Ziba commented.
"And then I wouldn't get to enjoy you putting it into an impromptu twist when you're enjoying me."
"That's right." Ziba groaned as Mairead got down to business. "Oh, ja."
Fuck. All the different language dripping from her lips. Mairead traced the entrance to Ziba's cunt before thrusting her tongue in as far as she could. I could do this until she begged me to stop. She gripped Ziba's thighs as she caressed her love. Her gaze moved over the soft brown skin under her mouth, pressing against her nose.
"So beautiful." Ziba's hands moved over Mairead's shoulders. "Don't you want—" Her words dropped off.
Wrapping her lips around Ziba's clit, Mairead thrust two fingers into her pussy again. Her eyelids dropped into a smile when Ziba pushed down onto her fingers. When the muscles relaxed again, she slid in a third finger. Her gaze moved upward to watch Ziba's face tighten until she screamed out her orgasm.
Ziba pushed down into their mattress. "Love, sweet, schatje, let me hold you."
Mairead kissed Ziba's stomach and then withdrew her fingers. Smiling, she crawled up the bed and lay against Ziba's side.
"Let me," Ziba mumbled before taking Mairead's still wet hand and licked away her arousal.
"I've got the stuff for potato pancakes so we can have them without bacon." Mairead sighed as Ziba's tongue dipped between two fingers. Although maybe this is a sign that food will wait.
While Mairead is a fictional character, flesh and blood people like her continue to be murdered at alarming rates. Just for living as their authentic gender. Please spend some time reading about the Transgender Day of Remembrance.
I debated again what to share; I'm thinking next week I'm going to share one of Happy's blog posts that may or may not end up in the finished book. This week, I decided to share a snippet of Happy and Ziba chatting. While it may not seem sexy in a standard way, to me with my noetisexual orientation, it is the ultimate of arousal. So a humor, horror for the authors here- Ziba and Mairead are in Amsterdam and Dublin, respectively, Happy in Bangor, Maine, and Iovita in Georgia- I have notes to myself about fixing time zone stuff in the rewrite.
"That must be interesting, to have such a large urban area from which to choose where you will eat."
"Yes, that is nice. I am Dutch and Indonesian by birth and so I'm able to mix and match my food choices in a way that respects my ancestry and upbringing. So we were led off on the tangent of our time difference. We talked some about polyamory. Have you read much about non-binary genders from the links I gave you? Do you feel compelled to settle on a specific identity?"
"Bigender would seem to best encapsulate how I feel about my own gender. I definitely do not feel without gender, as in being agender. I keep falling back on the fact that I was assigned male at birth and it seems that in identifying as non-binary that I am trying to appropriate someone else's oppression."
"Did you by chance end up on some feminist sites from what I shared with you? Because I have to be honest- your gender presentation in the picture on your website does not show a conventional male. I would question how much access you have to any systemic privilege based on your assigned gender."
"You caught me. Certainly in the community I have lived so far, gender roles were far from as obvious as they are in mainstream US society. It was not even questioned when at fifteen that I wanted to be called Happy instead of the name my parents gave me at birth; I'm not sure... maybe that I was content to stay with he/his/him pronouns made it easier? I have been trying to remember if anyone behaved in a non-binary way, even without the label."
"And I will respond with some truth-telling of my own; please let me know if I need to define any terms for you, although I'm going to define some terms as I go. A fatwa is an Islamic religious ruling. While there are fatwas about binary transgender people, there are no fatwas that specifically deal with non-binary people as the concept has solidified currently. While that could be dealt with Muslim scholars considering the Qur'an and issuing a fatwa, I am not sure I would accept it. Too many Muslims have come to a place of rigidity where they forget that Islam is supposed to be of the current time. So all of that is to explain why I do not refuse to interact with you, being a non-binary person, as many conservative Muslims would."
So now that it's a week after I watched Happy and Iovita enjoy some BDSM, in my current writing- Happy has found comfort in the noun-self pronoun "joy," they've agreed to a safeword for her ("save"), and I'm in the midst of writing what will actually be the first time they engage in BDSM- I've coined a phrase (at least I think I've coined it)- "Parental Dom." They were talking about "Daddy Dom," how "Mommy Dom" doesn't exist as much as it should. Well Happy is bigender, so Parental Dom. All that to say, I'm sharing Ziba and Mairead with you this week because of where the inspiration picture lead me mind. Okay, so yes, I usually "queer the picture"- I'm debating if I should give gender and sexual orientation before or after the scene. :D I think after. Mairead and Ziba.
"Going to help me christen the new bed I bought for us?" Ziba stroked the length of the rainbow colored dildo resting in her strap-on harness.
Mairead's lips parted. "Gonna kiss me first, love?"
Ziba laughed as she crawled onto the end of the queen sized bed she'd purchased after she'd offered Mairead the chance to cohabitate while she went to culinary school. "Kiss you where?" She pressed her lips to Mairead's right ankle. Using the tip of her tongue, she traced a path to Mairead's inner thigh.
Releasing a gasp, Mairead finally replied, "Ugh, kissing me wherever is good."
Ziba rested her knees between Mairead's legs and lowered her weight on her lover until she was able to claim the trembling lips. "So beautiful, my love." She slipped her tongue into Mairead's mouth, exploring gently. Her nipples pebbled at the glorious skin to skin contact. She pushed her hands into the thick, coarse profusion of ink black hair that was the first physical thing that drew her to Mairead. Her genitals started to feel hot and moist beneath the nylon harness. Rolling onto her side, she brought Mairead with her, their bodies twined.
"Please," Mairead said into Ziba's kiss.
One hand snaked between them to part Mairead's labia, Ziba's fingers testing at the wetness of her vagina. She stopped kissing Mairead long enough to grab the bottle of the special new lube. Dripping it over their waists, she spread it over the dildo, between her lover's legs.
"Yes," Mairead hissed.
Ziba kissed Mairead hard as she guided the dildo into her pussy. Her wet hand returned to Mairead's hair. "Shit!" she gasped.
"Gotta co-wash tonight. Don't worry, love." Mairead pulled Ziba back into their kiss, her hands burying into Ziba's long hair, released as it was from her head scarf and under scarf. She gripped her lover's ass and gyrated against her. "So glad, in your arms."
Moaning as the harness rubbed against her clit with her movements, Ziba clung to Mairead. A small pulse of orgasm filled her clit for a moment. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in the rose of Mairead's body products, the combined scents of their arousal. She rolled her love back onto the bottom and pumped into her.
Mairead lifted her legs and rested her heels on Ziba's thighs. Her head tilted back into the pillow. She writhed against Ziba, sweat dripping down her cheeks as they kissed. "Gonna come," she gasped against Ziba's cheek.
"Yes. Love you. Like that," Ziba rambled as she joined her love in release, her hips speeding up with their joined pleasure. "Love you, love you." Her toes pushed into their bed, the sheets rumbled by their pushing.
"My turn," Mairead drawled before throwing Ziba onto her back. She straddled her love's hips and lowered her pussy onto the dildo. "That's good." She leaned back, one hand pressing into Ziba's thigh.
Ziba pressed her thumb against Mairead's clit and rubbed fast.
Mairead groaned as the pleasure continued to wash over her. "Yes, my love. Does this feel good for you too love?"
"Wonderful. Any position is perfect with you." Ziba whimpered with pained pleasure as Mairead's fingers pulled on her leg hair.
"Oh oh!" Mairead cried out with her back arching further.
"That's right. Come all over me, love." Ziba watched Mairead's eyes roll up with the special pleasure of an orgasm increased by prostate stimulation. "Love you so." She wrapped her arms around the shuddering woman who fell down onto her as the coming continued to batter her. "My beautiful love."
Turning her head, Mairead smiled at Ziba and kiss her lips. "Love you too."
So this happened :D I was getting irritated at myself for my focus on Happy and Iovita- since I'm writing a polyamorous-quad and this scene happened :D
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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I was just going to link you to Masturbation Monday (I created a portion of a scene with Happy dominating Iovita with text-to-speech software maybe 6 months or a year and a half into them knowing each other), but I decided I'd instead give you Happy's first blog post and talking to Iovita from my nano novel "Typing My Love." Nanowrimo current word count: 10429.
"I missed the teenage exploration in the manner it happens on Tumblr because I grew up in a commune-turned-intentional-community where many things like gender, sexual orientation, gender experience, and more weren't as seriously considered by many because of how the people lived, loved, and parented." Happy considered what Happy had typed. Do I like using my name in place of a pronoun? Happy started typing again. "When I finally left the community because I turned thirty and I wanted a change, I found I was no longer sure about my name, my gender, whether I even thought like others. It seems that non-binary explains my gender and Autism Spectrum Disorder explains my brain's ways of functioning. I'm unsure of pronoun and have taken just to using the name my parents suggested when I began to question my gender assigned by the midwife at birth, even if gender meant less in my so-far home."
Happy's four fantail goldfish completed their dancing pass through their twenty-five gallon aquarium before breaking apart from their miniature school.
"While I learned to speak as my hearing is hypersensitive, I quickly found that writing or typing what I have to communicate is most comfortable for me, that is causes me the least stress. I'm not sure what I'm doing here, although this miniature blogging platform seems perfect for a diary-type use. However, while I felt drawn to leave the intentional community that had been my succor since birth, I find I am lonely in a way I never have felt before." Happy filled out the post's details and then clicked on "publish."
The platform's instant messenger program popped up at the bottom right hand corner of Happy's screen. "Hello, Happy. My name is Iovita and my pronouns are she/her/hers. I wanted to share my excitement with you posting for the first time, even though I haven't managed to read it deeply just yet. After you created the page with its title of My non-binary pondering, I couldn't help but wait on your post."
Happy's pulse started to race so Happy felt it in Happy's throat and wrist. "Thank you for your interest. As you'll see when you do read my first post, I'm unsure about my pronouns. For now, I'm just using my name."
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I'd been considering what to do with the inspiration picture, with my NaNoWriMo number not being great. Well, I have a cisgender woman with intersex traits, a cisgender woman, a transgender woman, and a non-binary person who was assigned male at birth so I wasn't sure what went good with the picture. I'm also proceeding with the story in an interesting direction- I have an outline with "time together" that spans from the 4 meeting through them being together 20 years; here's the divisions: Dating, three months, 6 months, year and a half, 3 years, 6 years, 9 years, 15 years, 18 years, 20 years- one, both, or more retire. As I write this, I'd finished my first pass through "dating" and had moved to three months. Looking at my outline now (I was pondering this during the first church service of my Sunday), I'm not sure if this will work better for 6 months or a year and a half; I have managed to write a book where everyone is long distance and thinking on a movement towards D/s has me pondering. So I'm going to write this without a specific idea on how long although I know who is going to be in the scene- Happy and Iovita. I don't feel like giving you their gender identities. Hehe
"Since you seem to be having a lower fatigue day, I want to try something. If you can manage to say your safe word if you need to sit, however I will not consider it disobedient if you sit before you manage to say it," Happy instructed.
"Thank you, Sir," Iovita murmured.
"And now because I have experimented with it, I have a text to voice program open."
"I understand, Sir." Iovita shivered as her mind tumbled with wondering what the computer voice would sound like, if Happy had written a script for this session, what her other partners thought of the growing BDSM interactions. Gladness danced within her at the delicious sentences of Happy's voice she had heard.
Happy's computer spoke with its slightly metallic voice, its tenor level masculine sound, "I want to see: you naked leaning against the wall silhouetted in the moonlight streaming in through your window."
Iovita typed into the text box, "Yes, Sir." Still sitting in her wheelchair, she grasped the bottom of her red tank top and lifted it off her before working her bra's multiple closures.
The computer voice purred, "Slower removing your bra, girl."
Nodding as she licked her lips, Iovita held in the gasp as her nipples puckered in the black leather bra she'd picked enjoyed struggling into that morning. She continued to look down, although keeping her chin slightly raised so ze could see her fingers pulling on the silk lacing; she used both hands to loosen the mesh of silk before releasing the clasps at the top of the bra, meant to keep her larger breasts restrained. Her thumbs under both shoulder straps, she eased the bra up until the cups covered her face.
"Stop!" Happy's computer cried out, the increased volume making her press her legs together. Continuing at the lower volume, ze said, "You are not already getting turned on, are you? Just at me turning up the volume a little? Just nod your head as you can around that bra that you meant to tease me with."
Iovita pulled in a deep breath as she focused on nodding while holding her bra as it was.
"Beautiful. Do you need to stand to remove your clothing from the waist down? Answer with a nod or shake of your head."
Swallowing hard, Iovita shook her head in answer as well to shake away a random thought about her father's deafness.
"Finish undressing," Happy ordered.
She grasped one armrest as she leaned over to grab and toss first one and then other white ankle sock. She closed her eyes for a moment. Just a lap blanket. She lifted the purple blanket ze had made for her birthday. Her lips parted as she gave hir a moment to respond.
"You may put that over your calves and feet when you stand for me," came from Happy's computer.
"Thank you, Sir," Iovita said.
"That is one," the computer voice threatened over the video chat.
Eyelids squeezed shut, she nodded. How will ze have me punish myself tonight for hir pleasure?
"Move into position."
With moist palms wrapped around her wheel's frames, she pushed herself closer to the space of wall. She locked the breaks, pushed up the footrests with her feet, and then pushed her toes into the carpet as she stood. The cold wall shocked her when her hot skin pressed against it. She leaned over and grasped the edge of Happy's blanket to pull it to her. With the silky fabric wrapped around her legs and feet, she settled back against the wall.
"Lovely. Do you still have the clothespins in your chair's basket?"
She nodded, her lips parted.
"I am so glad I bought you a webcam better than the one built into your computer. I can see your labia shining with your fluid from your Bartholin's gland. Your one will be a clothespin worn on your labium until I allow you to remove it."
Her voice caught in her throat and she nodded. How my Sir turns proper anatomical terms into sexy things. She slid down the wall so she squatted and was able to reach into her basket. She selected one of the black plastic clothespins she'd bought at Happy's order. Pressing her teeth into her bottom lip, she eased the pin onto her lip. The pain shot through her and she shouted without words. Using the wall to help, she moved to stand again.
"Take your midpoint clitorophallus in hand."
Her sweat felt good when she held herself; she had had an erection since ze had given the first instruction. I hope ze allows me to come soon.
I'm thinking this won't be the whole scene, although I'm unsure what the scene's goal is just yet. Also I started out trying to write with a different neopronoun set, but since I was trying to write for Nanowrimo and around two church services, I just needed to use a neopronoun set I was familiar with. I'm also unsure of Happy being called Sir for a title, since Happy is bigender and is still experimenting with pronouns.
It has been too long since I did Saturday Spankings. But by the time this goes live, I hope to be pumping out words for National Novel Writing Month. Depression has led me not to finishing enough so I'll be doing some lines from my fun "A Master and a Mommy"
"Master, can we please find me a Mommy?" I gazed at my dominant with what I hoped was an adoring expression; not too much of a 'porny', anime look, as both he and I find those eyes just a bit disturbing.
"A Mommy?" he echoed.
"You know, like ageplay." I batted my eyelashes. "Since you're horrified at the idea of me calling you Daddy."
He snorted with laughter. "How thoughtful of you to think of me in what you want."
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When I was planning for stuff before Nanowrimo, I noticed that November 1st falls on a Wednesday this year. Ha! So I went into "But I won't have a snippet to share without breaking Nanowrimo rules!" And then I remembered that Happy still hadn't shared pronouns. And this happened (Happy's comments are in italics)...
Okay, Happy. Thanks for waiting until I got somewhere I could put my AlphaSmart down. You're white then? Blond and blue eyed?
Full of privilege until someone sees my non-normative looks. Well?
Well what? You know exactly what this is about! You told me you're non-binary but you're not giving me your pronouns. Or if you could be my Autistic character.
You had to be a smartass. Care to answer either question?
Not so fast. Yes, I'm non-binary. My hippy parents suggested the name when it felt time to come out as non-binary when I left the commune they're still living on where gender and gender expression didn't matter. I was born with blond hair, but I've had neon blue hair for several years now. I'm tall and I've been told that I'm willowy. I tend to wear robes most often, leftover habit from my childhood.
Establishing your non-binary cred? Saying that you have a typical androgynous look, like Ruby Rose? Does ze, hir, hirs suit you?
Ugh! Hirs...suit! No, I'm not hairy. Sorry, lame word play. Do you suggest ze and its conjugations because you're most familiar with it and you're offline at the moment?
Possibly, although it was mostly my first suggestion. Are you parsing thoughts or do you really dislike ze?
Ze is interesting. Might we experiment with my pronouns though? What if I'm not actually settled on a pronoun that feels right?
We could do that. I have to wonder though- are you thinking to go on Tumblr pages of pronouns that make even me scratch my head?
What did you vent today about "keep it simple"?
I know. I know. However I'm also thinking as an author; I know times I've experimented with a neopronoun set, or planned to, that the experiment ended fast. I'm not sure how respectful that is of any non-binary person. And yes, my "is this too special snowflake?" is coming up. You have to admit that you and your fellow partners are all several steps away from the mainstream.
Ah, and there you are at considering which one of us is Autistic. All of us fit your precious Vala's "Not a poster child any movement would want." Like could I be Autistic and my pronoun pondering would be like your own gender quandary?
Of course you're right. For some reason Ziba keeps coming to mind as the possible Autistic, but then I struggle to figure out the intersections of being Muslim, bisexual, and Autistic.
And me wanting to experiment with neopronouns leads you to considering if that reflects poorly on the Autistic community? Think of the Facebook pages you follow though.
Do you like what I'm seeing of your first scene?
Ha, yeah. Here's hoping by the time this has gone live on your website, you'll have gotten at least that post written.
Hm, so this isn't quite what I was thinking and I may have to expand on this in the future, but I hope you enjoy this little Samhaine-inspired interlude.
Vala signed, "Happy Samhaine, Prisca."
"Happy Samhaine, my Lady," Prisca replied before twining her arms around Vala's waist and holding her tight.
Breathing in deeply, Vala enjoyed not only Prisca's embrace, but also the comforting notes of her current perfume. "You smell so good," she voiced.
Prisca pressed a soft kiss to Vala's lips and released her.
Collecting three sticks of Ylang Ylang incense, Vala held them together in a flame. When it flared above the candle, she removed them and blew them out.
"Candles?" Prisca signed before gesturing loosely to the myriad candles Vala had burning in her bedroom.
"Yes," Vala replied, the s hanging in the air as she signed and voiced. She eased the burning incense sticks into empty holders. With nimble fingers, she loosed the neck of the short, black halter dress she chose that morning.
"Beautiful, beautiful," Prisca signed before leading the now naked Vala back close. She leaned in to kiss just above Vala's neck just above her collar.
Vala took steps backward toward her bed. She relaxed down onto the comforter, Prisca between her legs. She scooted back until just from the knees down hung off the side. Grinning, she traced her inner thighs with her fingers as she looked into Prisca's eyes.
Prisca dove onto Vala's bed. Her lips parted with words Vala couldn't read from that angle. She threw her lover's legs over her shoulders. She eagerly parted Vala's labia and started to suck on her clit. Wrapping her hands around Vala's thighs, she held on as the woman immediately started shuddering with pleasure.
"Feels so good," Vala whimpered. Her throat reverberated with her sigh as the sensations rippled through her and then increased when Prisca slipped two fingers into her.
The Queen stopped beside Vala's bed. He signed, "Happy Samhaine, little girl."