I was skimming "Two Houses" trying to decide what to share. A "when I edit" thought came into my head and I shared it as a Facebook status :D The status message will be a tease of sorts as I'm continuing with Teal and Gareth's negotiation in my sharing this week...
#amauthor I'm considering "Two Houses" for #WipItUpWednesday and I realized- because of the difficulties of showing ASL, including fingerspelling, in written English, it's going to be difficult if not impossible to use text-to-speech software to help in editing this book.
"I love you." He hugged me around my shoulders. "So we'll manage a sit down when I get back from the business trip on Sunday, but we need to agree on things like will my dominance or Bea's over you supersedes the other when all three of us are together. Of course you'll also need to negotiate privately with just Bea, but what about us?"
"I don't know I could use a title. For you. I mean, I giggle at all title use in erotic romance books." Licking my lips, I tried to read his lack of response for a response.
"How do you feel about kneeling to speak rather than using a title then? I like that idea." He chuckled. "And maybe you naked around the house more often than not."
"But won't taking it out of the bedroom make it less about sex?" I chewed on my bottom lip.
"Maybe, but I don't think so. Dominance doesn't have to be just about sex, although if your comfort is to keep sexual activity in the bedroom, I could order you to go to our bed."
His grin worried me. During our talking, he'd slipped out of his slacks and shirt without me exactly noticing. "I think you should pick a safe word since we haven't played so hard just yet and you might need it especially for things that happen outside of our bedroom."
"Soup," I responded without knowing why. "You didn't say. Would you like you to be important, or maybe more dominant, over Bea?"
"Hm. Don't really have an opinion yet on that. What if she and I usually agree on what's best for you?"
I bit my bottom lip.
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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Oo, sexy! :D You only have two days for the August 16th release of this new book by Juliette Banks.
"I can't keep traipsing three miles every time I want to spank that delectable little behind of yours."
Due for release on August 16, 2017
Publisher: Blushing Books
Genre: Erotic Romance (with BDSM)
NOTE: This book was previously published, under the same title but with a different cover, under the author name of Rachel de Vine.
We were scarcely inside the door before William issued his first command. "Down. On all fours."
His instructions were given in a calm, quiet tone, but I knew that he meant business. I dropped to the floor immediately and waited, head bowed, awaiting further instructions.
"Crawl over to the middle of the room."
I crawled slowly on hands and knees across the room and stopped. For all my submission, I had never felt so powerful and sexually voracious. I heard William go over to the bar and pour himself a drink. I heard the clink of a glass stopper and knew he’d poured a whisky or brandy from one of the decanters on top of the bar. He walked back towards me and stopped a few feet behind me. He stood for perhaps a minute, without moving. I couldn’t see him but I sensed his eyes taking in the curve of my bottom beneath the silk dress.
"Lift up your dress. I want to see you." I shuddered with sexual anticipation and did as he said. I couldn’t resist arching my back and pushing out my bottom as I did so. Again he remained still, looking at me. Again he waited in silence for at least a minute.
"Exquisite." He left me where I was and went over to one of the armchairs and sat down with his drink, and said nothing for a couple of minutes. I was beginning to relax when he again spoke. "Anticipation."
He didn’t continue for a moment and I was unsure if I was expected to respond in some way, or whether this was an instruction of which I was unfamiliar.
"Anticipation is the key. You are anticipating what I might do with you. I’m anticipating the pleasure that awaits us. Our minds are slowly increasing the sexual tension. Don't you agree, Marianne, that anticipation is the key?"
"A man could go to war in defence of a body like yours, you know. You hold most men in the palm of your hand.”
I write erotic romance as both Juliette Banks and Rachel de Vine, and love to write about sensual, romantic and erotic characters who lead interesting lives, and who often have to overcome challenges along the way. I prefer to write erotic romance, rather than straight erotica, because I am essentially a romantic person, but I also like to involve my characters in an exciting life of Dominance and submission at different levels.
I am British, love the rural life and live in a beautiful home in the middle of the rolling English countryside. I also like to travel around the world from time to time, and have visited some beautiful and exciting places on the way. I am forever grateful that I was born in a place and at a time to take advantage of the freedoms and pleasures that are still denied to many people of the world. We must never take such freedom for granted.
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Ah, I didn't quite space even if it was 8pm EST before I realized I hadn't done this. I decided to skip ahead and introduce you a little to Teal's other love, Gareth, and show some of their BDSM negotiations.
Shifting under the comforter, I opened my eyes even though the room was dark when I heard the side door open and then shut.
Moments later, Gareth crept into the bedroom.
"My love?" I murmured.
"You aren't asleep, sweetheart?" Gareth replied.
"About what?" He turned on the small lamp on the nightstand on his side of the bed.
"There's a lot to discuss, isn't there?"
He leaned over to kiss my forehead. "Are you awake enough for this important conversation?"
"Yes, love." I scooted up the bed until I was able to sit beside him.
"Might I start?"
Nodding, I clasped his hand.
"My personal feeling, desire is to keep hers and my sex lives with you separate," he began.
"I agree, but I'd like to ask if that's more about her comfort or yours?" I kissed his knuckles.
"Really both. She's not looking for a male partner of any sort and I can imagine a great platonic friendship with her. Who knows? While it won't be queerplatonic because I'm a cis man and she's a cis woman, maybe it can be like that in form."
"Does that mean she identified as cis?"
"Oh, I assumed." He shook his head. "No, she didn't state that she's cis. That's something for you to ask her in your own time and for me to say that I have no feelings one way or the other on her gender identity."
"I love you so much!" I grinned with the sappiness of my outburst.
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So I *passed the finish line* with Camp Nano on Sunday. Not feeling it. Haven't even said anything directly to my Master, who promised *fun* for me writing because everything feels like shit here. I have a vlog update about the end of Camp as well as some "Two Houses" stuff that's uploading as I write this; link will be here once I have it to give.
I'm going to continue in the first meeting scene, just skipping a little. Bea and Teal are talking while Gareth is off checking the guest room...
Brushing her fingers over my knuckles, Bea asked, "It would seem Gareth's encouraging the flirting; what does that mean for any polyamorous agreements you two have?"
"I... um." I swore I could feel my throat closing with my confused agitation.
"Yes, I find you very attractive, but I would like for you to set the pace."
"Shouldn't I know more ASL first? I mean, what about your parents?" I sputtered.
Arching her eyebrow, Bea asked, "You're not interested in dating my parents, are you?"
"Your first language though."
"If only I wasn't so dizzy," Bea muttered.
"What?" I gasped.
"Finish your soup." Bea slowly got up from her chair. She took small steps toward Gareth when he popped his head into the living room from the back hallway. As she drew close to him, she said something I couldn't hear and then he laughed.
"I will. No, we aren't very vanilla as you may have guessed, but we're not lifestyle either," he replied.
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 nearly forgot the day of the week- Camp Nano is going pretty bad, although I'm hoping to record and upload an update vlog sometime Wednesday. As usual for me, I'm writing "scenes" rather than "chapters." I skipped ahead in the first scene after Gareth (Bea's husband) got home from work. As I've been joking during this writing, "How do I make learning ASL sexy?" Did I succeed? :D
I swallowed; Bea had flirted, but never said she was exactly okay with me being bisexual and polyamorous, or what her identity was.
"Why don't you enjoy your company, dear, and I'll set the table?" Gareth placed his mug on the table between his chair and the couch. "If I'm not mistaken, it seems you'd like to flirt more with Bea."
The heat rushed into my cheeks.
"It seems you can't hide your interest from Gareth," Bea quipped. "How well do you know the manual alphabet so far?"
I carefully moved my right hand through the hand shapes. At P, I hesitated as I tried to remember the shape.
Bea took hold of my hand. She pressed my ring and pinkie fingers over against my palm. Leading my middle finger to my thumb. She led my hand so my fingers pointed at the floor.
I pressed my thighs together, grateful for my ankle length dress.
"P," Bea murmured.
"P," I whimpered.
"The rest of the alphabet?" she prompted.
I rushed through the rest of the hand positions, finishing Z just in time for Gareth to call out, "Dinner's served."
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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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So at 11:45pm EST I realized I hadn't signed up yet LOL. I quickly remedied that and came over to my blog creator to actually create the post :D . Camp Nano sucks bad; although I'm hoping to again have a Camp Nano update vlog up so I can share the link in the #WipItUpWedneday post like last week. Depression, life stresses, bad period have largely been at fault this week. But the story progresses, even if very slowly so I wonder if I'll actually complete Camp even with the smaller goal of 40K words in a month.
I decided to skip ahead to the first few moments of Bea (woman in the wheelchair) and Teal (the narrating I of my story) talking in Teal's living room; Tiny is Teal's cat.
"Hello?" A deep, melodic called out from the other side of the screen door.
Tiny struggled out of my arms before jumping onto the back of the sofa.
I turned from the belly up to see Bea standing in the black oval outline of the screen door. My heart lurched up into my throat. "Come in." My hands pushed into my thighs; I needed to learn so much more ASL vocabulary.
Bea smiled as she used the handle to open the screen door. "I'm hearing if you were worried about your sentence. I'm fluent in ASL because my parents are both Deaf; that was my dad you saw signing to me. However your sentence would have been easily signed." She made fists of her hands, just the index fingers out, the palms up, and moved her fingers in a 'come here' gesture. Then she held her left hand like a C and stuck her right hand into it.
Repeating the gestures, I returned Bea's smile. "I'm sad to say that I only know a tiny bit of ASL so far."
"Maybe I can help. It seems the bank is desperate to sell that house so you may have me as a neighbor."
"A neighbor?" I echoed and then clapped my hands over my suddenly hot cheeks.
"I like your flag."
"Why were you using a wheelchair?" I closed my eyes, my foot solidly if metaphorically shoved into my fool mouth.
"Sh," Bea soothed as she sat on the little sofa beside me. "So guessing that the bi Pride flag is yours, I'm also going to guess that you are still rather average." She took my hand between her hands and brushed her thumb over my knuckles. "While I didn't inherit my parents' deafness, I did just recently receive a diagnosis of Meniere's Disease, explaining a few years' worth of ringing in my ears and balance problems."
"I'm sorry I was so insensitive to ask about the wheelchair."
"Might I ask if my guess was correct? Are you bisexual?"
"Um, yes. Is your dad still here?"
She laughed. "My dad went to take my mom out. So let me match your intrusive question about my wheelchair by asking if you are single, married, monogamous, polyamorous?"
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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.