 Hey everyone! Sorry it has been so long since I blogged. Masturbation Monday sadly is no more although Kayla Lords is still giving us podcasts and books. I'm gearing up for National Novel Writing Month as I've become the official municipal liaison for my Nanowrimo region. That has meant learning a bunch of new technology- since everything is virtual this year- and thankfully none of it has caused an Autistic me
Hey everyone! Sorry it has been so long since I blogged. Masturbation Monday sadly is no more although Kayla Lords is still giving us podcasts and books. I'm gearing up for National Novel Writing Month as I've become the official municipal liaison for my Nanowrimo region. That has meant learning a bunch of new technology- since everything is virtual this year- and thankfully none of it has caused an Autistic meltdown for me. I am actively working on one novel. The story of a young transgender man who comes out with the support of a mature transgender man about 15 years his senior. The young man who goes through a few names in the beginning of the book also finds interest in ageplay. As usual I'm writing without an outline so I'm not exactly sure how far in their love story I'm going. As far as Nanowrimo this November I've been taking part in Nano Pep to try and get a little idea on what I might write this year. I am leaning toward another ageplay project in which I'd like to try writing a non-binary Caregiver- in other words the adult part of an ageplay relationship. And now for some fun random thoughts that had come to my mind about a first posting to my blog after so long without communication. I decided to write. I haven't been managing it regular. I'm Autistic and have Complex PTSD- both can come with a lack of motivation and I've been wallowing. As I drove to church this morning, the day before my 42nd birthday (when I originally wrote this part), I pondered memory and remembrances. This hop then led me to locate my earliest memory of masturbating. So reading about airlines and dog breed bans stopped me from finishing this. You may have seen a picture of my adorable pup Honey, who is my service dog in training. Because she was born a pitbull mix, we've encountered some issues. I stopped looking after 2 airlines who refuse to let pitbulls on. And now to admit that my "first masturbation" is something I can't recall. I may be repeating myself, but I'm hoping for this on February 2nd. -- "Honey, time for bed." I've got my Flylady stuff done. I straighten the sheets in a race with her. Light off and I snuggle under the covers beside her. Not under the covers tonight LOL. But have I written anything today? Master Daddy doesn't enforce that anymore. But I did! It was on Facebook and sexual education, but it was hundreds of words. I reach between my legs; it's that time when my vaginal mucous is thick enough I don't need lube. Why do many pull back from the scientific word? -- Wait, wait! Life happened. Masturbation or finishing the story didn't happen. It wasn't the right time in my menstrual cycle for no lube and Master Daddy was off work. (I love that my phone auto-suggests Master with a capital letter.) -- "Master Daddy, would you please use me like a fucktoy and then tuck me in?" "You want a pump and dump?" MD teases. I giggle and clap my hands. "Pump and dump," I cheer. "You're wired funny." I hurry to the bedroom to straighten the sheets before Honey follows. MD tosses back some of the blankets on my side of the bed and rolls under. Giggles done, I roll after him before Honey can be an Amish dog. MD grabs my leg and gets me ready with a wet hand across my pussy. So warm and hard. Daddy fills me up and I think I might already be coming. -- I'm a brat. Why should I share more? -- Daddy grunts. He says my pussy feels so good on his cock when I'm coming. I relax into our twin orgasms. MD holds me tight. "Love you, cumdumpster." "Love you, Master Daddy. Thanks bunches." I settle my head on his arm. "Okay, gotta move before I fall asleep." He eases himself out of bed and pulls the covers over me. "Honey, cuddle Momma." I giggle as Honey moves up the bed to lay her head on my butt. Love you, Master Daddy. Love you, Sarah. Love you, Audrey. Love you, Amy. I'm grateful for the pump and dump. I'm grateful for this warm bed. I'm grateful for finishing writing a story."
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I'm using speech to text technology because my keyboard is dying. I realized it has been far too long since I post it on my website. I need to update my books page. I figure since I'm banned from facebook for 24 hours for a post on a blog that I no longer even have, i’ll take care of some other stuff. I am managing to write a little even during this pandemic and my stupid keyboard dying. Both pieces I'm working on, a short story and a novel, have at least 1 autistic main character. Camp nano is happening and I'm trying. I'm also reading a lot. A new vlog for my youtube channel is in the works; i'm calling it random thoughts as it's every bit as random as this post. I hope wherever you are you’re healthy, safe, and have enough food.
During Nanowrimo, I checked my website and found I hadn't posted since September. Oops! So I planned to write in Google docs on my phone; yes, I gave into more technology, but using Google docs including speech to text allowed the hours' long walks Honey loves not to wordless times. Now I don't have much voice left. And I didn't find that speech-to-text didn't really produce good writing. Sigh! I finished Nanowrimo with a good rough draft of 42776 words. I started right back at the beginning adding description, after writing an epilogue. It was interesting to write a romance with only one sex scene. I mean, please, I enjoy writing for this hop. That said, I'm not sure I won't manage another one or two since I'm finding that the book could be a novel. Honey continues to make sex tricky, but I got into a mood the other morning- there was debate between Master Daddy and I about the article I used. 😁 ---- Master Daddy got up from his recliner. "I wanna ride you until we both come, Master." "What's gotten into you?" "A mood, Master. Aren't I adorable?" I grasped his hips as we moved into the hall. "Please!" I let go of his hips and went to fix the bedding. With Honey not yet on the bed, I turned back the cover so Master's gorgeous cock wouldn't be covered. As I moved to straighten the pillows, she came racing in and jumped into the bed before coming to lay down on my pillow. "Silly pupper." I kissed her forehead. Master Daddy finished in the bathroom and walked into the room. "Dog," he muttered playfully. He tossed his clothes near the foot of the bed and turned off the light. "Still in that mood? What kinda mood is it?" "I told you! It's a ride you until we both come mood, Master." I hopped onto the bed and got close to his hip before Honey could. I some lube on my hands and started massaging his cock and balls. As soon as he was hard enough, I straddled his hips. Oo I didn't ask but he seems fine with this. I groaned as his cock filled my cunt. He folded my pillow and stuffed it beneath his neck. I pushed against his pecs as I gyrated against him. I returned my focus to him after Honey's nose passed uncomfortably close to my butt. I painted with my exertions and growing pleasure. On downward strokes, I clenched my muscles around his cock. The bed rocked against the wall. I reached back to grab his thighs. "Hmmhmm. Ca-coming! Master!" His eyes scrunched closed as he got closer. I slowed down just enough that his visible frustration made me hold in giggles. After a few moments, I sped back up as I felt ready to come again. My fingers pressed against his nipples, I came hard, gasping words I knew were only understandable in my head. I pushed my cunt hard onto his cock as he grunted his orgasm. I collapsed onto him, enjoying the sensations. After a moment, I reached behind to grab covers before Honey could hog them.  Looking at this picture makes me think of my Nano-novel that I'm continuing work on. I mean, who thinks you write the final draft of anything over Nanowrimo? :D Nicoletta survived a stroke at 41, but her engagement didn't. Will Jason be able to heal her heart? Both Jason and Nicoletta use Augmentative and Assistive Communication technology rather than speaking with their mouths.  Meanwhile I've been pondering a sequel to "A Little's New Holidays" (available here on Eden Books). I mean, the idea of 12 new holidays was just magical! You know you wanna enjoy the tea party Master Daddy and I had, right? And what about hot chocolate day? There was a little kinky, sexy stuff- but my Little and Middle also had tons of fun. I also met my Perper (my nonbinary parent) during the year of holidays. 99 cents for this fun, little romp through ageplay!
 I was thinking of sharing a spanking or other sexy times from my recent release "A Little's New Holidays," but I decided that sharing some cuteness was even better- you'll have to buy the book to read sex and BDSM activity. So here we have the beginning of March's Tea Party.
From "March- Tea Party" I look around the living room. I made several of my piles live somewhere else- even if some of the candy made its way into my belly. I look down at myself to see how the princess romper fits me so right with the chest binder beneath it. I run my fingers over the big pink tulle skirt. No glittery stars within the tulle to upset Daddy, even if the tulle itself will feel ucky under his fingers. I place the decorated tray tables on the floor in front of the couch; we're not going to try to have a tea party anywhere but in our comfy armchairs. 'Cause I said so! Hehe.“Mew?” Donut starts to rub against my leg, but she doesn't like tulle either and pulls away. “Here's my head, kitty-butt.” I turn a little and then bend over in a yoga stretch that lets her aggressively headbutt me. I stay still, letting my focus move between Donut and my stretching hips. “And why i there a pile of pink in the middle of the living room floor?” Daddy says from above me. “It's me, Daddy!” I sit up quick, making Donut run into the den. “If my back didn't hurt,” he grumbles. “But you have your big chair and I have a surprise for today, Daddy!” I giggle and spin in a circle. Stopping, facing him and wobbling, I say, “We're having a tea party!” Daddy snorts. “Not enough blow jobs for this.” Blurb: I'm sometimes 4, 12, or an adult. Those are in my head and behavior- I'm physically an adult. Bad memories make most holidays hard so my Daddy let me create 12 new ones. You know you wanna join me for a year of a Little's New Holidays. I'm always a person into BDSM- no matter what age I'm feeling. So some of the holidays include sex, whips, and other toys of an adult nature. But I like to color too. Stuffed animals are also very, very important. As you enjoy the story, you'll have to see what age I am. Publisher's warning (or promise, depending on your point of view): BDSM, Ageplay (It's BDSM involving consenting adults), sexual intercourse, coloring, tea parties, bondage, nonbinary people. But please, don’t think on the warning/promise too much. Some chapters don’t have much or any sexy times or BDSM activities; these chapters are sweet, fun, and cute- just like me! Links: At Eden Books (Kindle/MOBI and Nook/ePub) At Smashwords (ePub only)  While the inspiration picture was lovely (click the picture to go see it and the other people taking part this week), I'm feeling thoughtful and semi-serious today. The end of June, my Master Daddy and I adopted a dog. While she was supposed to be his dog, she imprinted on me and I took over her training, including making her into my service dog.  Yup, she's at least part pitbull. Well she's made having sex, BDSM, or even masturbating difficult. Heck, just getting into the bed and getting some covers is a challenge LOL. So as I try to continue to make progress in healing from my nervous breakdown (Feburary 2018), trying to keep my sensual life going is even trickier. My dog (Honey) is a 15-month-old puppy and has total "teen brain."
You would think with me being a writer that I'd have plenty in my brain to masturbate to, but often enough, I struggle with the energy level of a new mother and I wish I could hold my Kindle and one-handed read, but not with a curious dog :D. A few of the stories I've written while my masturbating, I meant to share on this hop, but didn't manage to get around to it. I keep managing menage situations. I do hope that something I read on someone else's blog today helps me with new stories, and a bit of energy to masturbate once I get some covers away from Honey. "A Little's New Holidays"- novella release 7/30/2019, links for preorder ASAP. Please enjoy this snippet and the cover reveal at the bottom of this post! I wrote "A Littl'e's New Holidays" in first person so it can be a fictional extension of my real relationships and interests. From "January- Spankymas- the two days between Shaman's and my birthdays" Daddy,” I call out while holding a pony, drawing out the d's in the middle, “I has an idea for something fun for the year. Are ya game?” Daddy rolls his eyes. “So being a Little means messed up words to you? I thought we agreed to no lisping.” “I didn't lisp when I asked are ya game, Daddy.” I kneel in front of him in his big recliner chair. “Are ya? Are ya?” “What's your idea? I hope it doesn't cost a lot.” “We make a year of new holidays. One a month, Daddy. Things we like better than established holidays that give us bad memories.” I bat my eyelashes at him as I look at his face. “Like since your days off fall on the day after your birthday and the next, we'd have those two days to have Spankymas, to link our birthdays.” I nod with what I hope is a serious expression. I fall back onto the ground, narrowly missing his computer, as I burst into giggles. Daddy reaches down to grab me by my collar. “Daddy, Daddy! I said the day after your birthday!” I yelp as I find myself falling across his lap and grabbing the side of his chair so I don't knock a bunch of stuff to the floor. “If I'm your Daddy, I think I can spank you whenever you're being a brat. And that's most of the time you're awake.” Blurb: I'm sometimes 4, 12, or an adult. Those are in my head and behavior- I'm physically an adult. Bad memories make most holidays hard so my Daddy let me create 12 new ones. You know you wanna join me for a year of a Little's New Holidays. I'm always a person into BDSM- no matter what age I'm feeling. So some of the holidays include sex, whips, and other toys of an adult nature. But I like to color too. Stuffed animals are also very, very important. As you enjoy the story, you'll have to see what age I am. Publisher's warning (or promise, depending on your point of view): BDSM, Ageplay (It's BDSM involving consenting adults), sexual intercourse, coloring, tea parties, bondage, nonbinary people.   As my Autistic mind often does, as I considered the inspiration picture away from my computer, I saw the image in the air before me. But then The Queen, a character from my "Vala's Story"-verse and part of my virtual family, demanded my attention.
-- Audrey stepped back from the St. Andrew's Cross on which she'd bound Onyx. "That's lovely." She gently tugged on the hoops piercing his nipples. Onyx bellow with pain and pleasure, his neck muscles standing out prominently in his struggle. The moment she stopped pulling, he let out a loud exhale. "What should I do with you?" Audrey taunted, pressing the bulge of er cock under her silky dress against his naked cock. "Enjoy me, my Lady," Onyx whimpered. "I haven't begun to do much to make you whimper, boy." She pressed soft kisses along his jaw. His hips pumped, his ass hitting the black leather-covered wood loudly. "Iven, come here," Audrey purred. The short man ran across The Queen's main playroom. His skin glowed a medium bronze from his work outside on the grounds. "Stand in front of Onyx, about 3 feet away." Audrey considered the sensation toys she'd collected. She moved the table and herself to Onyx's side so he could see Iven. "You like his cock, don't you?" "Yes, my Lady." Onyx strained against the heavy leather cuffs holding him. "Iven, stroke your cock until I say stop." As he reached down to obey, she grabbed a small Wartenberg wheel. Onyx's lips parted when she touched the middle of his chest with cold metal. With slight pressure, she rolled the pinwheel up and down Onyx's chest and belly three times. Iven wrapped his hand around his cock, but then backed off to just two fingers. Onyx groaned, his lips catching in an open circle when Audrey pressed one pointed tip against a nipple. "My Lady." "Yes, the one who controls you." Using her long pinkie nail, she scratched his other nipple. Onyx shot up the mere inches the cuffs would allow. His back arched. His cock jumped in the air with the extra pain and pleasure tantalizing his chest. Iven brought his hand up to his mouth. His gaze connecting with Onyx, he thoroughly licked his palm. "Our Lady didn't say I shouldn't have an orgasm with her permission as my goal." Dropping to flat foot, Onyx then looked to Audrey. "Should I let him come and not you?" Audrey taunted. "As it pleases you, my Lady." Onyx shrieked at her rolling the wheel over his cock, one tip going into his cumhole. "How wet you are! You didn't even need to lick your hand as Iven did." She moved the Wartenberg wheel between his thighs. She knelt at his feet. "May I please touch my balls too, my Lady?" Iven rasped. Audrey brought the wheel's spokes up to Onyx's genitals. "Yes, good boy." A drop of pre-cum shown on er hand. She pressed her thumb against his frenulum. "I think I'd like this pierced too, but probably by a professional piercer. What do you think?" "Yes, please, my Lady," Onyx cried. "I'll have to ask you again not during play." Audrey laughed. "Iven, would you like to see Onyx pierced again?" "Oh yes, my Lady, especially if I can hold his hand," Iven said, his word punctuated with pants. Audrey replaced the simple Wartenberg wheel she'd been using with a double barrel pinwheel. She drug it up Onyx's shaft, drawing another tortured shriek. "Don't come without permission." "What do I need to do for permission, my Lady? Iven asked with his words taking on a sweet, higher pitch. Audrey dropped the pinwheel and then rushed through undoing Onyx's cuffs. "Fuck your cum into his face," she replied without looking. She reached up and pushed down on Onyx's shoulder. He sank to his knees and she continued, "and when you taste his cum, you may spill your seed on the floor." Iven cupped Onyx's head as he slid his cock into the hot, wet hole. His toes curled into the carpet beneath his feet. Onyx's throat moved. "My good boys," Audrey murmured as Iven grasped Onyx's head with both hands. "Yes, yes!" Iven threw back his head. Onyx grasped Iven's naked ass. His hips went rigid just before his cum shot into a small pool on the scarlet carpet. He swallowed and shot another stream of cum. "My good boys." Audrey pulled Onyx and Iven against her legs. "Let's go enjoy the hot tub." "But you, my Lady," Iven protested. "I'll enjoy your attentions later."  You can preorder "Summer Heat: Imperfectly Yours Volume 1" now on Amazon- it'll be live on July 23rd. Here's the link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07VBJGHDT?ref_=pe_3052080_276849420 And now I'll share another tidbit from my story in the anthology: "Between the Pages"-- Eyes glittering, Adam asked, “Can you please tell me the story of when we met again?” “Sometimes I think I should make a picture book for you of this story.” Joon grinned. The corners of his lips playing at a smile, Adam asked, “An audio book, maybe, 'cause I like hearing you tell it?” “That might be the trick.” Adam eased his body down onto the blanket, his head coming to rest on Joon's thigh. “So good to live in a city that has an ordinance protecting people like us. We can cuddle, right?” Joon snorted. “Yes.” -- We're having a release day party in the Facebook group in the Disability and Romance Authors and Readers group https://www.facebook.com/groups/1456675944444093/ Tuesday 7/23 from 10am EST to 6pm EST.   'm sorry to say that I can't give you a release date yet for "Summer Heat," the anthology in which my story "Between the Pages" will be published. For now, I'm going to let you meet Joon and Adam just a bit. --- Joon dragged his hand through his bushy salt-and-pepper hair. Still more pepper. Thank goodness that Koreans look young longer. “It's a good afternoon to be at the library.” “Yes it is. Can we please go to the teen section first? I want to finish the teen science series before finding an adult book about those topics,” Adam said. “Sure.” Joon started toward the elevator with Adam walking alongside. “Thanks for not hurrying ahead, nae salang.” “You're so fast on your wheels that I gotta hurry to keep up.” Once inside the elevator, Joon pushed the third floor button.  |
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