Delightfully unique- whatever or whomever I'm writing in consent, romance, and lust.
Now that I've rescued myself from looking up some ASL and getting lost in the sensuality of this scene :D . I'm making sure to get this set up early Tuesday morning so depression doesn't have the chance to derail me, like last week. And I'm trying to remember what was happening from where I plucked this snippet :D Oh right! Bea is having a bad morning- that can happen with Meniere's, which sadly has few treatments and really no cure- and so Teal is being a good, caring submissive having just helped Bea to take a bath to relax when this happens...
I gasped even as I moved toward her with the towel held out for her. She pressed a soft kiss to my lips as I wrapped her in the cotton. The smell of lavender and the musk of her played on my arousal. I returned her kiss, her lips feeling so thick and warm when I initiated the kiss.
Even as her eyelids fluttered in response to my touch, she signed, "Bed. Rub."
Quickly moving the towel down her, I dried her off as best as I could before keeping strong as she leaned on me on the way to her bedroom. Must be set up enough like her apartment that she doesn't need light just to walk. I helped her settle onto her bed and returned to the door to find her light switch. Using the dimmer switch, I turned the overhead light on to fifty percent power. I glanced at a rack on dark brown bottles similar to her bath oils on one mahogany nightstand beside her bed. Another quick look shown these bottles to be labeled just as carefully. I found the one labeled "mint" and grabbed it.
Bea plucked her shower cap off and tossed it to the floor. I arranged her hair onto her pillow as she stretched out across her bed. "All," she fingerspelled.
I poured a thin stream of the oil down the middle of her back. After twisting the top back on, I got to rubbing her back. My gaze traveled over her skin and I sighed to hear her soft moans as she clutched her pillow. The oil felt strangely cool and hot at the same time beneath my hands as I caressed her. I pressed my fingers into her shoulders, her neck.
Her head relaxed onto her pillow so her cheek pressed against the pillow.
I moved down her back and poured more oil on the small of her back. Collecting some oil with my fingertips, I stroked her hips, her asscheeks. Touching her like this makes me feel so naughty.
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I was so glad for these waiting snippets. On Monday, I had a former friend blame me for her marriage problems. Lots of anger, lots of hurt. Today has largely been spent reading (I have over 300 pages of Deaf culture reading to do hopefully before Thursday, in case books from the library won't renew.) I have a specifically about the Black and Deaf experience in the US; I did some pondering in a vlog about Bea's identity around her hearing. 2 more snippets planned for after this one- I'm hoping I've managed to write more before then, although I still have one project waiting and then there's Nanowrimo coming up in November.
I skipped to a morning, Friday morning, I think. Teal's at her... home with Gareth.
Bringing my coffee mug to my lips with my left hand, I worked my phone with the right. Gotta work on using both hands anyway. I typed, "Ma'am, just texting to find out how packing your apartment is going as you ordered. Would you like any help?" I sent the text and resumed drinking my coffee. I studied the top newspaper on the pile waiting for Gareth to get home. I wiggled my fingers for a moment before I started fingerspelling the headlines.
Suddenly my phone danced across the table with its vibration. I unlocked the screen to see that both Gareth and Bea had texted.
Gareth's text read, "Morning, little love. It seems so many days until I'll be home with you again. I want you to go buy yourself a stuffed animal, a pink sleep set, and of course what you need for your BBQ idea. While Bea being over might prevent you from doing a "welcome home" ritual, I'd like you to be thinking on something you might enjoy doing for me. Either as my submissive or my Little, as I've been learning reading about Daddy/little girl play in evening reading."
"Oo," I murmured, squirming against the chair.
Bea's text read, "Friends you'll meet at the Deaf dinner tonight came over and helped. I'm surprised you didn't notice us in the first drop of stuff last night. So glad the bank agreed I could start moving in before the official signing later today. I need to buy a cooler to move my food. If the dizziness stays away, I might try to move this last little bit myself."
I swallowed. Can't let myself worrying too much if she's overdoing it- that could easily become diminishing of her abilities.
"That's good to read, Ma'am. I'm excited to see you tonight."
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I nearly forgot the day of the week- Camp Nano is going pretty bad, although I'm hoping to record and upload an update vlog sometime Wednesday. As usual for me, I'm writing "scenes" rather than "chapters." I skipped ahead in the first scene after Gareth (Bea's husband) got home from work. As I've been joking during this writing, "How do I make learning ASL sexy?" Did I succeed? :D
I swallowed; Bea had flirted, but never said she was exactly okay with me being bisexual and polyamorous, or what her identity was.
"Why don't you enjoy your company, dear, and I'll set the table?" Gareth placed his mug on the table between his chair and the couch. "If I'm not mistaken, it seems you'd like to flirt more with Bea."
The heat rushed into my cheeks.
"It seems you can't hide your interest from Gareth," Bea quipped. "How well do you know the manual alphabet so far?"
I carefully moved my right hand through the hand shapes. At P, I hesitated as I tried to remember the shape.
Bea took hold of my hand. She pressed my ring and pinkie fingers over against my palm. Leading my middle finger to my thumb. She led my hand so my fingers pointed at the floor.
I pressed my thighs together, grateful for my ankle length dress.
"P," Bea murmured.
"P," I whimpered.
"The rest of the alphabet?" she prompted.
I rushed through the rest of the hand positions, finishing Z just in time for Gareth to call out, "Dinner's served."
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