Ha! You thought maybe with that picture that you were heading toward some ageplay? Nope :D You throw me down on the bed. "Are you my slut?" "Yes, Master," I moan, lifting my ass and thrusting my hips back at You. Please, please. "Your cunt's so wet." Your hand moves over me, first across my clit, into my cunt. You spit; I hear the sound, feel the wetness dripping down my asscrack. Then You finally push two fingers into my asshole. "Wet... for... you... Master!" I can't help it; I'm fucking Your hand. "Please fuck my cunt, Master! Please fuck my ass and fill it with Your cum, Master!" I feel the bed move with Your weight. Thanks the Gods! You pull your fingers out and wipe them on my inner thigh. A ringing slap echoes through the room. Then You grab my asscheeks and spread them apart before thrusting hard into my cunt. "Thank You, Master. Thank You!" I'm not sure if my words are as audible to You as they are in my head. I think for a moment how I taunted, teased tonight, how I made sure You could see my cunt lips when I bent over in my short skirt. "Your cunt and then your ass?" You pull my hair, pulling my face away from the bed. "Please, cunt, ass, Master. Please." I cry out at another unexpected slap to my ass. "You've been a rotten tease all night, why should I do what you want?" You slap my ass harder. "Please, I beg, Master. I beg!" I draw in a harsh breath but it gets stuck in my lungs when You thrust Your cock into my ass; You were right. I am so wet that my cunt juices worked as good as lube. "Yes! Please use my ass, Master. Use my ass hard and fill it with Your cum, Master!" You squeeze my asscheek and slap it. "Hard?" "Yes, hard, harder, please, I beg You, Master!" "Spread your cheeks for me." My hands shoot behind me and my fingers press into the hot handprints You've left as I spread myself to allow Your cock to go farther into me. "Master, please fill me. I beg You to fuck my ass until You fill it with Your cum, Master. Please, Master. Master." Your grunt washes over me. I close my eyes to focus on the sensation of Your cum shooting into my ass. "Thank You thank You Thank You! Master! Thank You, Master! Thank You for filling my ass, Master!" I scream. You fall down to the bed, pinning me beneath Your body. The orgasm that had started to wane powerfully shocks through my body again. Your harsh breathing strokes my neck. You roll onto your side, taking me with you. "You mind me waking you, using you as my fucktoy, and filling your ass with my cum?" I whimper softly. "Never, Master. Thank You, Master. Love You, Master." "Love you too, fucktoy." -- Was that difficult for you to read? Did you find the language hard to deal with? Cunt, ass, fucktoy, slut. These words are heard on a regular in my bedroom and I love them! While Master had only only recently started using fucktoy when I first wrote this reblogged story, He's taken to using it commonly and I love it! This is even language He'll use with me outside of the bedroom, as long as we aren't among too hopelessly mundane people. Mind you, if anyone besides Him directed those words at me, I'd be mighty pissed; I accepted His collar- doesn't make me a doormat for the world! Now wanna read something funny? When I'm reading other erotic fiction- whether it lays more between the lines of "pornography," "erotica," or "erotic romance"- I find much of the word choice frustrating. Words like "core" and don't get me started on phrases like "love button" (instead of clit or the medically correct, clitoris). These words meant to be gentler, unoffensive to women, those irritate me, often enough turn me off. Of course, I'm learning to calm my reaction to them; I've found many writers like Sue Lyndon who uses terms like that in some of the historical spanking fiction she has written and published. It all comes down to perspective, I guess- "core" is more acceptable, it seems, but I'd rather read "cunt."
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I debated what to share; I of course have several WIPs, even if one has my main attention atm. I've been having a super hard time with my bipolar and how it makes dealing with life's issues trickier. While I know that Meredith has been enjoying my sharing from "Backward Dating," I've put it on a back burner at withdrawing it from the publisher I had expected to work with; the editor simply had no clue what my vision was and was trying to force me into a mainstream editing box.
So instead, I'm going to start sharing from "Vala's Hearing Loss." Yes, I'm a tease- this is a spin-off of my "Vala's Story" series/serial; I'm not sure when it'll be published because I also need to get back to work on the rewrite of "Out of the Night: Book One" that was stopped by my previous laptop dying. If you'd like to read a complete scene from it, you can enjoy a scene from later in the book inspired by a Masturbation Monday picture here. However today for this hop, I'm going to share a snippet of the beginning of the book.
Vala held her head with both hands as the ringing tortured her ears.
"My... my—" Vala heard Eoin calling as if from a distance. "Sh, boy," Vala murmured. "Go get me two aspirin and some water. Please be quiet when you return. My ears are ringing." She watched his lips move as he obviously paid her respect and worried. She lay back on her bed and closed her eyes. Soma sat quietly beside Vala. She placed her hand on her Lady's shoulder. Taking her girl's hand, Vala led Soma to stroke her temples. "My love, please see if Adan or Ailin are free. I can't hear anything but this fucking ringing." Soma cupped Vala's cheek and nodded. As Soma left the room, Vala got up to turn off the overhead light before she moved to light her purple three-wick candle on her dresser. As she relaxed on her bed again, Eoin and Simon appeared at the door. "You didn't need to get Simon." She gasped as her own voice multiplied the pain in her head. Adan came in behind Eoin. She signed, "Your eyes hurting?" Vala signed, "No." "Our Lord was in the bathroom," Adan explained. "I can't hear anything but this ringing," Vala signed. Adan's lips moved as she interpreted for Simon. After a second, she started signing, "If you don't start hearing again in twenty minutes, our Lord wants you to send a sub to tell him." "Yes, my Lord," Vala signed. She popped the aspirin into her mouth and washed them down with a gulp of water. She beckoned for Soma to return to her and signed, "More." Soma grinned and started rubbing Vala's temples again. Powered by Linky Tools Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list... So the inspiration picture Kayla found for this week causes lots of pondering and brainstorming with my BR for my Vala's Story-verse; at one point, I posted on Facebook: #pmwriting in which Joelle ponders "Yes, there are two unbound clitorophalluses in the Masturbation Monday inspiration picture, but do I want two in the scene I'm writing?" Ha! Phalluses or phalli is correct; I just thought to look as I was putting this post together. But now because you came here for some masturbatory-worthy hotness, let me give you Ailee and Sanura... Sanura pulled her hips back, the thick, medium brown-colored dildo sliding out of Ailee's cunt. "Want my unbound clitorophallus in your mouth?"
"Always," Ailee growled and scuttled backward onto her knees. She batted her mascara-laden eyelashes as Sanura rose to her feet. Opening her mouth wide, she moaned as the two inch girth slid over her red lipstick adorned lips carrying with it the taste of her last orgasm and hints of the water-based lubricant they both loved. One small hand slipped into Ailee's hair as Sanura appreciated her kneeling. "I love it when you put make up on just for me to enjoy you. Just so I can mess it up in my enjoyment of you." She clenched her fingers in the platinum blond tresses before patting them down again. "Take some more, love." Grasping at breathes through her nose, Ailee reached up to hold Sanura's narrow hips. Her eyelids dropped down when the sculpted vein that had given her such pleasure in her pussy pressed down on the far back of her tongue. She fucked the air and listened to Sanura's moans; the new harness was making the dildo rub her clit as the store keeper promised it would. "Can you come from me fucking your beautiful face?" Sanura taunted. Tears sprang to Ailee's eyes; her eyelashes clung to her skin. She let her hand slid down to caress between Sanura's legs, anywhere her fingers could bring more pleasure. "That's my girl. Make us both come again." Sanura's hand wrapped itself in Ailee's hair as the other cupped her wet cheek. "Are you imagining your running mascara not even showing up on my black skin?" Ailee grunted around the silicone filling her mouth. Her hips loosened further, dropping her labia to thick, rough carpet that covered her bedroom floor. Hand still on Sanura's hip slid to her ass as she chocked herself on her lover's clitorophallus. "Yeah, just like that," Sanura groaned as they both pressed close for a moment before shuddering apart. She dropped to the floor beside Ailee and led her blond head to rest on her breast. "We'll go shower in a bit. I just wanna hold you a moment." "Yes, love. You always fuck me so good." She smiled as Sanura wiped her cheeks with her hair.
I still gotta work on the first round of edits, but here's another interesting section from before I see what the editor has to say. Naveed and Ocean are talking in the ConSuite as Suvi grabs Ocean a plate of munchies.
-- "Aromantic, huh?" Naveed restarted the conversation. "I'm glad to have found the term in the asexual community." Ocean chuckled. "Not to say that I'm asexual, just that I don't experience romantic feelings at all really, or at least not like our culture says." Ze smirked. "Our culture can mean so many different things when talking to an immigrant. If you don't mind the question, do you think of yourself as Iranian, American, or Iranian-American?" "I kinda swim between the three." Naveed popped a piece of watermelon into his mouth. After swallowing, he continued, "I was only six when we immigrated. Sometimes I feel so Iranian based on how too many people react to me, but then I remember how I disappointed my family, not being the perfect Muslim girl." He sighed. "Not that religion is or should be proof of one's culture. So yeah, I'm sure you can guess that I'm not close to my family; I was thrown out as a sick sixteen year old who they had simply given up on." "You make me want to take you home." Naveed brushed his fingers over his chair's wheels. "To meet your parents?" he joked. "Well my mom, but nothing much at my home looks close to norms." Quick save. "That sounds nice, if people are free to be themselves." "Completely." Powered by Linky Tools Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list... |
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