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I saw PK Corey's post last week and found out that this hop is still going- woohoo!
I'll be having a book release on Valentine's Day! But first, I'm going to share from the first two books in the trilogy. Today I'm sharing from "Laura Challenges," the first book in the trilogy. The challenge is on and Jack is at a BDSM club's class about dominating. Laura is at lunch with her friend Amy. - Laura swiped on her phone. I'm imagining spanking your gorgeous ass until it's bright red and then taking you from behind. "One more text." Laura licked her lips. She typed: Are you going to use your hand? Or maybe a toy? Since we're going to stop and get that toy set. She clicked send before typing, Sir. She waited before the text showed as sent before starting to click again. I'm imagining you getting home from this class and taking yourself in hand. She grinned at Amy. "It's easier writing this stuff than saying it aloud." "Maybe you shouldn't be writing checks you're not sure you can cash?" Amy returned Laura's smirk. "Well who says he's going to want me to say it aloud? He may just be enjoying the pretty pictures I'm making." Amy shook her head in amusement. "Whatever you say." Laura chewed on her bottom lip to feel her phone vibrating against the table. "Here it goes." Well aren't we getting adventurous. I am certainly looking forward to spending time with this confident woman I'm reading about in your texts. I wonder if maybe our toy set will contain a gag or not- I'd loved to force some dirty talk out of your beautiful lips. "Shoot. I did get myself in trouble! He's texting about dirty talk now." "I told you." "But he's oh so cute. And wow! The things he did with just his hands and the toys I already had on hand. And now he's been to a class? And we're buying something special tonight?" - Laura and Jack. She didn’t know that a chance encounter with a gorgeous man would turn into more- isn’t 35 old to be meeting the love of her life, she thought. “Three weeks of kinky fun”? 45-year-old Jack was more than ready to start in “Laura Challenges” with him in charge of Laura. Their story continues in “Laura Learns” where they experiment with ageplay with both taking turns as the Big and the Little. He also asks her to marry him and she says yes! Finally- releasing on Valentine's Day, 2/14/2022- “Laura Commands,” she takes a turn being in control even as they plan their wedding and meet vanilla family members. "Laura Challenges" is available for free through KU or for $3.99.
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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.
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  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 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) "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.   These two are so gorgeous! "Laura Learns" went live on Amazon yesterday! $3.99. And I'm excited to announce that "Laura Challenges" will be going on sale soon- details ASAP.
So now a snippet- Tonya nodded. "They should have a four tailed tawse here, but are you sure on that detail? Those are intense toys. Even with Laura's possibly lesser strength, it's still likely to hurt a lot." She looked over her shoulder at Josh. "Sir, do you have any straps that I could use to give Jack a small demonstration?" "Sure." Josh unclipped a thin, black leather strap that hung from one belt loop and handed it to Tonya. "I know you've been learning a bunch on the giving end, but receiving?" Tonya raised an eyebrow. "Well, no. Tom said that in this week we'd have the chance to experience more sensations." Jack glanced nervously at Laura. "Place your hands on the desk, palms up," Tonya ordered. Laura sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as Jack lowered his hands between two piles of papers. "Do I have permission for some slaps on your palms, naughty boy?" Tonya grinned as her word choice brought reddening heat into Jack's cheeks. "Yes," Jack croaked. His focus shrank to his sweaty palms and the implement in Tonya's hand. "This is just a thin leather strap on your palms, not the four tailed tawse on your ass, as you're dreaming." Tonya brought the flat side of the toy down on Jack's right palm. Gasping and pulling his hand away, Jack stared at Tonya with an open mouth. "You didn't experiment with any toys on yourself first?" Tonya challenged. "I haven't used much more than sex toys and my hand on Laura so far. I believe she was content to wait on impact play until I'd learned more." -- Blurb: In a continuation of their story, Laura and Jack delve further into their fantasies and desires. Laura's challenge for Jack and herself continues into ageplay. For a wonderful week, they enjoy a variety of roles and play that falls under ageplay, including Jack finding himself experiencing a long-held fantasy. Little girl, strict Daddy, rowdy boy, and stern schoolmarm- they try it all and more. They find that their ages won't stop them from making new friends and learning new things. Their relationship including and beyond their BDSM play continues to grow, leading Jack to buy a ring. How does Laura respond to Jack's proposal? 
After telling Kathryn Blake that I'd take part this week, I almost forgot. Please don't tell my Master; I'm sure He'll give me lines rather than a nice spanking. I decided to share some of "Laura Learns"- it's currently with the editor and we're hoping to release it soon. I tried to find a hand spanking, but came across this section in Jack's POV and wanted to share. They're scene-ing at a club.
-- What was it that Tom did to make Nadia come from just a whipping? Was it all that whispering? He returned to whipping her thighs and even her calves as he studied her body movements. “You're making me think you can orgasm from just a flogging.” The leather played over her ass. This domination is truly arousing me. “I can't wait to get you home and have you laying on the bed, naked, your legs spread so I can fuck you hard when I'm ready.” “Yes, please, Sir.” Powered by Linky Tools Click here to enjoy all the Saturday Spankings hoppers  Thanks to planning and writing in June, I wound up with the first Monday in August written; next week I'll be looking at Kayla's inspiration pictures again. *I'm hoping before this post goes live that I've already won Camp Nano in July.*
I haven't spent enough time with my virtual family before pre-writing for July and so another one happened with "Vala's Story" people- this time, The Queen and Vala. -- “Joelle, you were right! A tricycle like yours but sized for me is divine.” The Queen caressed the polished chrome of the handle bars. “I'm glad you enjoy it, but are you going to keep talking to me, ignoring your ride and Vala in the basket?” I laughed. “Fine. Thou can finish your ride and I shall enjoy mine.” I snorted. Thou. “This should be a good workout, my Queen.” Vala giggled. The Queen reached back to pat Vala's floppy sun hat. “Are you saying you are too heavy?” “Never, my Queen. My thinking about my weight isn't that disordered. Remember, Amy considers me largely recovered from my anorexia?” “Of course.” The Queen leaned forward to take a sip from his water bottle. “If you need a drink, let me know. I'm planning to take regular breaks when the road shifts from paved to gravel.” “Yes, my Queen.” He turned his focus to peddling and the road before them. Getting up to a good speed on paved road was nothing, but he worried that his physicality had fallen some since retirement, even if that was only from business. He took a quick look over his shoulder at Vala; her sundress, its powder blue silk sliding against her skin, sparkled in the sunlight. Why would I think I'm less physically active with my loves? I lifted Vala and placed her in the basket. No cars traveled down the road as he turned right at the first intersection. “May we please stop at the frozen custard place, my Queen?” Vala suddenly begged. “Sure.” He shoved extra force into his legs as they started over a patch of gravel road. His fingers curled tightly around the black leather handle grips. The pressure of the bike seat against his balls pushed him to greater speed even as the gravel made it more difficult. Words came to his lips, but he held them inside. After adjusting the blanket underneath her, she quickly stilled again as they were still on the gravel road. Such a good girl. Maybe after this, she can lead me in that special yoga breathing that she learned at the school Simon enjoys. The strength in his thighs pulled his attention to that part of his body. He pulled air into his lungs until a slight burn stroked him; he released it as they headed down a sloping road. He pondered. How alike climbing a hill and climbing toward orgasm are alike. Light, billowy clouds traveled in front of the sun; the coolness seemed like Vala wiping his face with a cool rag after they'd made love. They reached a valley of road, small ranch houses on either side. Birds chirped through the rural wilderness. A groan vibrated his lips although he swallowed the sound. He breathed in until he smelled her jasmine-based perfume. The trembling of release passed through his body while he struggled to turn onto another street. Soon he was climbing another hill, although this time, it was on a paved street. The release intensified when he reached the summit of the road and he gently worked the handbrakes to prevent the bike from going out of his control. “Yay! Frozen custard!” She clapped her hands. Near the base of that hilly road, he turned into the stand's parking lot. That was an experience. The Queen hunched over the handle bars, Vala leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his chest. She pressed her face into his hair, against his neck. “That was beautiful. Thanks, my Queen.”  Silly me, I'm at the mall (thank goodness for laptops) because the AC isn't working at home, and I realized that I forgot the notebook I wrote in yesterday so I could lay on the cool floor in the basement. Ah, the prompt: “intimacy in a pool of water.” I have such diverse thoughts on this. “Sex on the beach” and “sex in a swimming pool” are both common enough fantasies, but as my reading has shown me, neither are very good in reality; in my “Vala's Story” story-verse, the rules around the indoor pool are delightfully specific and only partially shaped by BDSM.
Since I already dipped into that story-verse with my girlfriend Audrey (it'll be “last week” when this is actually posted), I figured I'll stay there. There's another body of water in The Queen's mansion that doesn't have tons of rules- why doesn't anyone think about how chlorine on the genitals would be bad? And thank you very much, but I don't relish the idea of sand between my buttcheeks.) I'm waiting for the players in the Oasis- one of his small, themed playrooms- to step forward. -- I leaned back against the wall with the comfortably thick “outdoor blanket” separating me from the sand. The Queen promised me the chance to be a voyeur. Suddenly the door sprung open to admit Tommy and Simon; I was struck by everything about them. Tommy's deep black hair had been cut in messy bunches, giving him an extra shaggy look. The whites of his eyes had turned pinkish and the tears still poured down his cheeks. His pale skin was highlighted by the dirty white straitjacket restraining his torso and arms. His semi-hard cock rested against his thigh. Smoldering with intensity, Simon's eyes moved over Tommy's shuddering form. Tight black jeans showed off how tanned the rest of him was. “Time to get in the water, little boy,” he growled. “Ye-yes, sir,” Tommy whimpered. His toes pushed into the sand. Simon moved behind Tommy. His lips pressed against the metal-encircled neck. “Are you my good boy?” “Yes, yes! Please, sir.” Tommy jerked as Simon obviously worked on the buckles. “Need you.” “Of course you do.” Simon reached around Tommy to pull his arms away from his body. “How is it feeling so far?” “Okay. Um, miss the... tightness.” Tommy wavered on his feet as if ready to fall to his knees. Circling around to Tommy's front again, Simon paused and placed his hand on Tommy's cheek. “I'll hold you tight in a moment.” He grabbed the jacket at the shoulders and eased it off Tommy before tossing it to the floor. With flying fingers and pushing hands, he removed his jeans and pulled Tommy back against him. His eyes closing in bliss, he kissed Tommy hard until the boy moaned against him. Continuing in the kiss, he walked them backward to the pool. “Easy now,” he muttered into the kiss as they took gentle steps into the warm water. He helped Tommy to ease down into the pool so they could lean against the side. “Love you, love you.” Tommy's head rocked against the pool's side. “Love you too. Relax now.” Simon brushed Tommy's hair away from his face. “Such a good boy.” He sprinkled kisses over his love's moist face. “Might I be a little more than a voyeur?” I asked Simon. Simon nodded. “Just keep your voice down.” “Was he very wound up?” I asked. Simon nodded again. “Has he earned an orgasm?” Rolling his eyes, Simon asked, “Is that all you think of?” Before I could respond, he continued on, “First this bath and then probably some snacks. You saw how I marked his ass and thighs, yes?” Tommy pressed his face against Simon's neck. Simon wrapped his arms around Tommy's chest and held him tight. “Sh, little boy. You don't have to be alone ever again.” I held in any comment; poor Tommy, still so hurt by his parents' abuse too. Looking around, I spotted a perspiring bottle of water and held it out to Simon. “Thanks.” Simon took the bottle and pushed the cap off with the same hand. “Tommy, drink.” Tommy lifted his head enough to give his lips to Simon and the water bottle. He drank deeply until seized with a coughing fit. Simon patted Tommy's back and passed the half-empty bottle to me. “Okay?” “Mhm.” Tommy pressed down against Simon. Then his ass lifted just out of the water. “Awww,” he sighed. “Good, little boy. Did you have a good orgasm?” Simon cooed. “Yes, love.” Tommy coughed again. “I love watching you two, whatever you're doing,” I said. “We do tend to play harder than you enjoy for yourself with Shaman anymore.” Simon accepted the water bottle back from me. “Can you tell Raanan that he and Gaelan need to change the water?” “Sure.” Careful not to lose my balance on the sand, I crossed the room to the intercom box. I looked closely at what I'd never described well in the Vala's Story books. My gaze sped through the sections until I found first the slave quarters and then Raanan's room. “Raanan? Simon wants the water in the Oasis changed in awhile.” “Got it, my Lord,” Raanan said a moment later. “Joelle, good to hear your voice.” I returned to the blanket and knocked the sand off my feet. Tommy looked into my eyes for a long moment before muttering, “Thanks, Joelle.” “You're welcome. I hope you enjoy the rest of aftercare.” I leaned back against the wall and pondered what I'd been invited to watch. |
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