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I’m guessing I need to write an introduction to this conversation that’s introducing a plan of writing and posting. After some writing speech to text that created a wall of text, I worked to bring this into a format that would be readable and pleasing to the eye. It took some attempts and I’m not sure I like it yet LOL. Italics are either to identify who’s speaking or actions. Plain text is spoken communication. Figure that one out, as I’m the only flesh and body person in this.
Joey Okay so let's start this blog post, queen. I agree totally with your suggestion. The Queen Are you going to mention what my suggestion is so that your blog readers can actually read it, dork butt? I snort and shake my head at the Queen. Okay so readers, The Queen and I have been talking a little bit because I have been so busy that I have been neglecting my cyber family and the first thing that he started talking about was how I have shared so much sex and religion and just life from his family and some of those books I may never finish. [Run-on much? The Queen taunts.] I may never decide to share with anyone besides a few friends. That said, why shouldn't I just share random sex on my website or even random thoughts? Like I don't remember if it's on this blog or a previous one I had where The Queen had the floor for three separate posts to talk about his religious beliefs. [I laugh at Simon watching my cook prep.] Yes Simon. I'm also paying attention to the meat as I'm talking; some of it is not good enough for my master and is being set aside for my dog. [I turn back to The Queen.] So Queen, I shared what you had proposed now do you want to say who should get to show the first sex scene or some other kind of scene? The Queen Why don't you let Audrey make that decision? Audrey lifts her head from the book she’s reading. Tease! What's that about me? The Queen Who has sex first on Joelle's blog? Audrey growls. Joey's. Do I have to go dom on your ass? Onyx [That’s The Queen when submissive.] looks extremely sheepish even as he protests- But this is a writing thing and he's still using his legal name in writing and publishing. Audrey You know better than that with names. Joey dear, if I am going to suggest who to have sex on your blog, I say it needs to be a group thing. I laugh. Of course you do, love. The more the merrier, and your thoughts beyond that? Audrey You, me, Onyx, and we'll see from there as you start writing? Joey That sounds perfect! I am still working on cooking, but maybe this evening I can try and write something. Audrey That sounds good, just not too late if you want me to actually be there rather than an avatar of myself. Joey Of course not, although you won't mind too much if I do use an avatar of you? [I wiggle my butt.] Audrey You are such a brat! Of course you can use an avatar of me, but I want some loving sooner rather than later. The Queen shakes his head. Are you ever going to let anyone else read the book where I found my wholeness? Joey You know I don't know. Something in me keeps saying that I just want to let people who read my blog know that you found your way to being a BDSM switch, but I also almost want to just keep that book unpublished and maybe Noah will be the last person to read it.
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 I lost my way. Seriously... study and learning and sleeping and... writing? I'm still reading and writing but it's slow going. While I have privilege and personality that's made this pandemic less difficult in many ways for me. My sweet emotional support dog, Honey sleeping in her bed in my room in the picture above, has very much enjoyed me on the couch, whether I'm being productive or not. I have to make time to check on publishing things for my Laura and Jack books. I'm actively working on one project currently. Love and Evander. Evander arrives at a GLBTQ+/SOGI community center hoping to attend a transgender support group and finds himself welcomed to the men's group. With this meeting, he starts an intense relationship with Love as transitioning, ageplay, and BDSM led to a whirlwind of affection and marriage. I'm working on a few last but pivotal scenes to have a completed rough draft. Blogging and vlogging, I don't know what I'm doing. I've been struggling with the notion of being productive while disabled and living in a capitalist society. I also have an idea for a small hentai piece. Tentacle sex anyone?
I'm getting better with speech to text. I found a Chrome extension that helps quite a bit; that's actually what I'm writing this with. I am heading into a fun scene with Love and Evander going to an ageplay gathering so he can meet other Littles. Also I have some news: I've been talking to Casey at Baronet Press and have some good news- my third book in the Laura and Jack series is almost ready for release, possibly sometime next month. We'll have to see how well I'm doing with limited use of my left hand or if maybe the hand specialist has found that I'm lucky and my little finger is already all healed. If you haven't already enjoyed Laura and Jack, you can read their first two books in Kindle Unlimited for free or they're $3.99 each.
Laura Challenges Laura Learns What teases one person does not necessarily tease another. This came to mind as I was thinking on other stuff about age play and my specific thoughts based on that childhood abuse I lived through.
While the idea of a caregiver taking care of everything for a little me is nice on one hand my parents failures have led me to the thought that no one will ever meet all my needs. Let alone any age play I enjoy with my dominant, I find getting into fantasy age play that much more difficult. Even if I enjoy all my friends' books LOL. However in Reading M.A. Innes’ story in "Dirty Daddies 2020 Anniversary Anthology," I very much enjoyed their approach to showing age play where we get to see that the Daddy doesn't feel he knows everything from the parts shown in his perspective. "Daddy, will you please fuck my pussy?" It felt ever so good when I managed to save that but I'm not sure who it teased more - bastard Daddy or I? I'm going to be all sorts of rambly. It's been way too long since I posted. And well it's National novel writing month so I'm thinking with lots of words LOL. Talking to my friend at bayonet press and looking at when books can come out. You'd like to read something more for me wouldn't you? Honey no come on come on. Honey is my dog by the way and since I'm writing this with speech to text as I walk her she may occasionally show up as I tell her to come and she doesn't period okay where was that? But possible books and at least one of them is in the Laura and Jack trilogy. “Laura commands” So if you're signed up with Kindle Unlimited you can enjoy the first two books in the series for free: “Laura challenges” and “Laura learns.” I basically wanted to show people in their 30s and above can decide to try out kink and like it. The book I started before Nanowrimo is still in process. It centers around a young man just coming out as transgender as he gets ready to graduate from college with his bachelor’s degrees in Fine Arts and Dance. And while it is a Daddy boy story, please don't take that in a literal or binary way. Both characters are chronological adults. And I am more interested in the lives of transgender and nonbinary people. The story that I'm writing now for Nanowrimo is again a story with Ageplay elements. This time I am following four individuals in a long distance relationship: one Caregiver and three Littles. I would give you a taste of their names except Speech to Text does not like any of their names. A factoid about my current writing - while I have solid ideas on most of their gender identities, I have not at all considered yet what their sexual orientations might be. I am hoping to get back into the Habit at least once a week of blogging. In December that may look like once or twice a week blogging focused on what I'm reading. Because damn, I have been word counting for months now and I am so need to take a break in December. Another funny thing about Nanowrimo is that I have writers for characters and I've already included one of their blog posts in the prose Hm,45679 words for nanowrimo- 12/2/2020. Reading is good. Testosterone feels so right in my changing body.
 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." Please excuse any typos. I don't feel like fixing them.
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) |
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