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It was interesting to see that I put this post in draft back in 6/2023. It's related to my current WIP "Four Jews." Please do take a moment to read my note at the end after enjoying this "conversation" between myself and one of my characters.
Me: I feel like I shouldn't start this conversation when walking my dog since I won't be able to get working on teaching speech to text the correct spelling of your name, Uri. Uri: Honey just stopped long enough for you to do it. He laughs. You just have to create somehow, don't you? Me: Well yes, probably one of those reasons that I'll never get to shomer Shabbat. [In other words, a super traditional observation of Shabbat.] Uri: If you are going to accept an Orthodox idea of what that means, but as a Reconstructionist who loves listening to “Judaism Unbound,” you've done well working through what Shabbat means to you. Me: Am I assuming you're Jewish because you have an Israeli name? Uri: Possibly, but a secular Israeli is still going to likely know a decent amount about religious Judaism. I’m glad you’re questioning yourself on that, given your concerns of separating your thoughts about me from the “Prisoners of War” show that you watched. Me: Right. Would you please share three facts about yourself? Uri: He grins and I notice his black curly mop of hair. I was born in Jerusalem. I went to Alaska as a tourist after my time in the IDF. [Israeli Defense Force] Me: Alaska? Uri: Do you want that story instead of a third detail? Me: No, although you'll share the story too? I smile hopefully. Uri: Of course. Me: I laugh. You know on the way to get Taco Bell I was thinking about how your hairstyle is one that I have seen on dozens of rabbis. Uri: He smirks. Are you ready for the Alaska story? Me: Mhm. Uri: I watched my friends go off to all sorts of places like Europe and Argentina but I wanted something different. I came across a year-long program of outreach to Alaskan Jews. I got to learn all about the fishing industry and enjoy the summer months when the sun never set. I didn't find the nice girl that my parents hoped I would settle down with, but I did make a solid group of friends and lovers who I still keep in touch with. Me: That is so wonderful. Uri: Aren't you going to ask about their genders? Me: I roll my eyes. I wasn't going to go right for those details. I have plenty of time to get to know you more before I start writing in November. Uri: He stretches out his long legs in front of him and relaxes his head back against the wall. So I'm guessing you're keeping the interviews one-on-one? Me: I scratch my chin. Maybe, maybe not? Uri: He chuckles. Why are you attached to Lucas spelled with a k rather than a c? Me: The k feels strong. Also with all the languages I'm studying where you have a hard k sound and a soft s sound but there isn't the overlap of those sounds with other letters like in English. Uri: Ah yes, you have Hebrew on the brain, although I wonder why that didn’t help you with how to say my name. Me: I snort, choosing to ignore his comment before continuing. And Yiddish and German. Maybe Ukrainian does that? Uri: He shrugs. The only Ukrainians I ever met also spoke Hebrew. Me: Ava, Yana, Lukas. Do you want to talk about how you met any of them? Uri: I thought you were going to be patient? Me: Did you really mean that as a question? Uri: Smart ass. Did you really want me to live in Ramat Gan but speech to text wouldn't cooperate? Me: Stupid speech to text! Is it possible that Yana likes Rihanna's music since speech to text keeps on messing up their names? Uri: He laughs. Maybe you should give creation a break? Me: Maybe you should hush since it's Tuesday? Uri: I met Ava when she came to Israel on a Birthright trip. It was good to meet an American Jew who wasn't Orthodox but was still fluent in Hebrew. I admit to lust at first sight. On the short side, curvy, and with all those strawberry blond curls. He snorts. Her first words to me were, “Yes, I’m really a Jew.” Poor thing. Me: I get it. I don’t look Jewish either. How about we pick this up later, maybe when one of the others can join? Uri: Sure. It’s time for dinner. Ava makes a mean shakshuka. Me: I gotta buy me some tomatoes. You owe me a third fact about yourself. Later. I decided to share this even though it's not necessarily impacted on my WIP, "Four Jews." I'll be sharing a newer conversation with the characters soon. Be watching!!
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 Conversation between myself and 3 characters in my first and most familiar story-verse reacquaints us after some time apart. The talking leads to sex and then more talking. Involved in the scene is myself as a character (a trans man who has a vulva and a Testosterone-enlarged clit), The Queen (a cisgender man), Vala (a cisgender woman, and Simon (a cisgender man).
I sigh. “It's been a long time.” Vala asks, “Are you really going to try this conversation using speech to text and not having italics or some other way to differentiate?” “It'll be a good game trying to remember which one of us was talking although I started.” “Good point, so who else should join us?” Vala wiggles her toes. “Well, are you thinking of including Lady Audrey's family? You would have to make the decision between my Queen or Onyx.” “I guess I hadn't thought as much given that in the course of your training story he hadn't figured out that other side of himself.” Vala nods. “Right. Are you going to try and write sex using speech to text?” “Well you know I hadn't thought about it, although I think it was Autocrit that said that my one scene had more than average amount of dialogue and here we have all done.” The Queen growls, "Come here, my girl." Vala squeals as she turns into his embrace in time to have his massive hands lift her chest to chest. “See, that was a bit of action, not just dialogue?” The Queen snorts. “You just didn't want to have sex with Vala because she's based on yourself.” I stick my tongue out at The Queen. “Not all!” "Now look at that, speech to text limiting how bratty you can be. I like it." Vala and I roll our eyes at The Queen. “At least I can spank one of you.” The Queen smirks as he jiggles Vala in his arms so he can spank her without putting her down. Vala moans. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. “Okay so I have little clue where we are in your story timeline.” I giggle even as complexity flits at the edges of my mind. “How much does that matter?” Vala questions. “Well if more people start showing up there's going to be matters of dominance and submission that aren't as easily outside of my understanding as we are now,” I explain even though I feel it’s obvious. “Such worries from you!” The Queen grabs me by the shoulders, pulls his cock out of his jeans, and shoves it into my mouth. Vala surprises me with her hands on the nape of my neck. When did he put you down? passes through my head as I relax my throat when he pushes to the base of his cock in. I choke and a pulse of pleasure embraces my cunt. “That's still a word you use?” she questions while her lips trace my earlobe. With one arm reaching behind me for her side, I squeeze out a yes. She kisses her way down the middle of my back and pauses when she reaches my tailbone. I realize that I'm on my hands and knees. Her soft small hands part my asscheeks. “This applicator hasn't been used yet.” She parts my cheeks again and her tongue presses against my asshole. I groan against The Queen’s cock. She reaches beneath me to stroke my clit. “Man, you’ve gotten bigger. Feels good.” I gag on The Queen’s cock from the sensation. The Queen brushes a thumb over my cheek. “Have to relax that throat.” Vala licks my taint. I clutch The Queen’s calves. “Yeah, such gorgeous growth.” Vala kisses and then licks my clit. She reaches up for my ass. Her fingers press into my skin. Something hard and plastic pushes against my asshole. “Easy now with that, Simon. First time Joey is experiencing a lube applicator,” The Queen says. “Of course, my Queen.” And without a pause he says, “Get that comment out of your slut head. Yeah, I've been watching porn with you. I know what you've been picking recently.” He laughs. “You're a rotten little guy.” I’m grateful for The Queen's cock in my mouth. Their banter has caused me to miss the sensation of the lube pushing into my body. “Did you have a plan for this lubed asshole, my Queen?” “You can enjoy it.” Simon laughs. “Thanks, my Queen.” The touching at my asshole changes from the hard applicator to the soft warm head of Simon's cock. He slides inside me with surprising ease that jerks my mind into a moment of considering cock size before my body starts to vibrate with pleasure. The Queen's hands in my hair prevent me from instinctually lowering my head. I swallow repeatedly as my senses struggle to process the much-ness of the moment. Just then Vala wraps her lips around my cock. Muffled but not silenced by The Queen's cock, my groans sound loud in my ears. His fingers press into my jaw. "This stubble makes me want to fuck your throat." The gush of orgasm startles me. My throat indeed relaxes as it has only done a few times with Shaman. The Queen grunts with his own orgasm. Moments later I feel Simon's fingers grip my hips hard. “Thank you, my Queen,” he whimpers. Vala’s lips around my hard clit sounds her enjoyment of the moment. Her fist pressed against my thigh rocks as if saying yes in the tactile gestural language used by deafblind people. The Queen’s bed appears underneath us. After the cocks leave my body, I roll into my side with Vala staying entwined with my legs. Simon grins. “Gotta love when the orgasms happen so close together it's almost like a romance novel and the man and the woman come at the same time.” The Queen chuckles. “Although I rather prefer when the gathering isn't a cisgender, heterosexual pairing.” Vala kisses The Queen's cheek. “And that's why we love you, our Queen.” Simon rolls his eyes. “Really?” “I'm just a cute girl here, my Lord.” Simon leans over. He grabs her hand and pulls her onto her stomach. “Well cute girls need red asses.” He slaps her ass, the sound sharp although not really happening enough times to redden the skin. I want to beg for a spanking too. “But what were we talking about?” I say out loud. “How the family is doing? What timeline in the story-verse that you're thinking of writing the sex?” Simon grabs my thigh and gives me a hard pinch. Vala says, “Took you long enough to finish this. When are you going to get back to work on Escape into Love?” I chew on my bottom lip as arousal tugs inside me as the pain morphs into and through pleasure. I stammer, “Maybe next week? I've been off kilter and not managing to study so well.” The Queen clicks his tongue. “Sprachenlernen ist wichtig.” I nod. “Lernen ist wichtig.” Vala brushes her lips across my lower belly. “My story?” “Starting work tomorrow, maybe? Final edit? Once that’s done, cover art?” I tilt my head thoughtfully. “Not worrying beyond that.” “Vala may be struggling with patience, but that sounds like a plan to me,” The Queen says |
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