I'm enjoying editing my "Vala's Story" serial and am sitting to enjoy "Festivals of Winter: Between Darkness and Light" at church as I write this, so a spin-off needed to happen. To enjoy the picture that inspired this scene, click here.
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"We have already had the outside worship so time for some naked games." The Queen grinned. "Ely, strip."

"Yes, my Queen!" Ely laughed as he yanked his clothes- shirt, then undershirt, jeans, long johns, thick socks.

"My naked boy." The Queen grabbed Ely by the waist and placed him on a coffee table. "Spread your legs," he growled.

To keep his feet on the table, Ely opened his legs in a wide splits.

The Queen attached a cuff to Ely's right ankle before pulling the spreader bar across the table. "Can you get hard for me?" he taunted as he cuffed Ely's left ankle.

"Yes, my Queen," Ely groaned.

"I have the stretcher, my Queen." Tommy leered at Ely.

"Very good." The Queen caressed Ely's semi-hard cock with one hand as he took the apparatus from Tommy with his other. His hand moved slowly up and down, pulling keens of pleasure from Ely's trembling lips. He finally slid the toy onto Ely's cock and secured the bottom strap around his balls.

"My Queen," Ely cried.

"Do I need to plug your ass to balance the sensation?" The Queen teased, his fingers reaching into the stretcher to caress Ely's glans.

"Then his hard-on might not last until someone lands the wreath on him, my Queen," Simon joked.

"Me first please, my Queen?" Vala begged.

"I did not even ask yet for volunteers," The Queen signed.

"Please, my Queen," Vala signed, holding her eyes open extra wide and batting her eyelashes as she signed PLEASE.

"Left handed," The Queen signed.

"Yes, my Queen" Vala said.

Simon gave the 5 inch wreath The Queen had selected for this game.

"Thank you, my Lord," Vala signed. She licked her lips as she focused on Ely's restrained cock. With a light touch, she tossed the wreath and laughed as it circled down around his cock. "Yes!" she signed and said, SimCom-ing in her excitement.

"First try!" Tommy signed. He handed her a chocolate chunk cookie.

"Thanks, my Lord," Vala signed. Stepping back, she happily munched on her cookie.

"Who is next?" The Queen asked. "Two more people get the wreath on the cock and Ely gets to come."

"Is that supposed to encourage or discourage people, my Queen?" Raanan laughed.

"As any person prefers." The Queen smirked. "Are you saying he does not deserve to come?"

"Maybe, my Queen," Raanan answered. "Can I take a turn?"

"Remove the wreath and step back to me."

Raanan leaned over to slide the wreath up Ely's cock.

"Please, my Lord," Ely whimpered.

Letting the wreath fall back down, Raanan growled, "And why do you deserve it?"

"Because I'm being a good boy, my Lord," Ely cried.

Raanan grabbed the wreath and walked back to The Queen. He took in a deep breath before tossing the wreath at Ely; it landed on the top of his thigh before sliding down to the table. "Oops, you'll have to wait, Ely."

Tommy snatched the wreath, letting his thumb slid over Ely's shaft. He walked back to The Queen. "My turn, please, my Queen?"

The Queen gestured toward Ely.

Tommy flung the wreath, and it spun in a small circle down around Ely's cock. "Does that mean I can take you to bed tonight?"

"If you please, my Lord," Ely moaned.

Yiska paused with his hand on Ely's cock. "If I make the shot, can I please see if a rim job will make him come, my Queen?"

"Sure."

Yiska eased the wreath off Ely.

"Please, my Lord," Ely begged.

Taking a few steps farther than The Queen, Yiska flexed his legs before aiming at Ely's cock and throwing the wreath.

Ely groaned.

"You begged for what you wanted," The Queen laughed.

Yiska knelt behind Ely; The Queen moved so he could see.

"Please, my Lord." Ely wriggled against the table.

Tracing his tongue along Ely's crack, Yiska grabbed the boy's hips. Up and down a few passed before he shoved his tongue between the supple cheeks.

"My Lord," Ely groaned.

"You need to come so soon, boy? I had to stroke you to erection," The Queen taunted as he cupped Ely's neck.

Ely looked up at The Queen. "Yes, please, my Queen."

"Will Yiska's attention be enough?" The Queen continued.

"Uh... yes... my Queen." Ely's toes curled.

"What a lucky boy, Yiska wanting to enjoy you in this way." The Queen grabbed Ely's nipples and squeezed.

"My Queen!" Ely went rigid between the men stimulating him.

Yiska pushed his tongue into Ely's asshole as far as it would go.

"Yes, yes, my Lord! Need to come, my Lord, my Queen, please!" Ely cried.

"Even with that stretcher and wreath still on you?" The Queen teased.

"Yes, please, my Queen," Ely begged.

"Come," The Queen ordered.

Ely grunted as his cum quickly covered the wreath, the toy, the table. He fell forward flat back on the table as Yiska continued to plunder his ass.

"Such good boys," The Queen murmured. "Looks so good."

I debated again what to share; I'm thinking next week I'm going to share one of Happy's blog posts that may or may not end up in the finished book. This week, I decided to share a snippet of Happy and Ziba chatting. While it may not seem sexy in a standard way, to me with my noetisexual orientation, it is the ultimate of arousal. So a humor, horror for the authors here- Ziba and Mairead are in Amsterdam and Dublin, respectively, Happy in Bangor, Maine, and Iovita in Georgia- I have notes to myself about fixing time zone stuff in the rewrite.
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"That must be interesting, to have such a large urban area from which to choose where you will eat."

"Yes, that is nice. I am Dutch and Indonesian by birth and so I'm able to mix and match my food choices in a way that respects my ancestry and upbringing. So we were led off on the tangent of our time difference. We talked some about polyamory. Have you read much about non-binary genders from the links I gave you? Do you feel compelled to settle on a specific identity?"

"Bigender would seem to best encapsulate how I feel about my own gender. I definitely do not feel without gender, as in being agender. I keep falling back on the fact that I was assigned male at birth and it seems that in identifying as non-binary that I am trying to appropriate someone else's oppression."

"Did you by chance end up on some feminist sites from what I shared with you? Because I have to be honest- your gender presentation in the picture on your website does not show a conventional male. I would question how much access you have to any systemic privilege based on your assigned gender."

"You caught me. Certainly in the community I have lived so far, gender roles were far from as obvious as they are in mainstream US society. It was not even questioned when at fifteen that I wanted to be called Happy instead of the name my parents gave me at birth; I'm not sure... maybe that I was content to stay with he/his/him pronouns made it easier? I have been trying to remember if anyone behaved in a non-binary way, even without the label."

​"And I will respond with some truth-telling of my own; please let me know if I need to define any terms for you, although I'm going to define some terms as I go. A fatwa is an Islamic religious ruling. While there are fatwas about binary transgender people, there are no fatwas that specifically deal with non-binary people as the concept has solidified currently. While that could be dealt with Muslim scholars considering the Qur'an and issuing a fatwa, I am not sure I would accept it. Too many Muslims have come to a place of rigidity where they forget that Islam is supposed to be of the current time. So all of that is to explain why I do not refuse to interact with you, being a non-binary person, as many conservative Muslims would."

So at 11:45pm EST I realized I hadn't signed up yet LOL. I quickly remedied that and came over to my blog creator to actually create the post :D . Camp Nano sucks bad; although I'm hoping to again have a Camp Nano update vlog up so I can share the link in the #WipItUpWedneday post like last week. Depression, life stresses, bad period have largely been at fault this week. But the story progresses, even if very slowly so I wonder if I'll actually complete Camp even with the smaller goal of 40K words in a month.
I decided to skip ahead to the first few moments of Bea (woman in the wheelchair) and Teal (the narrating I of my story) talking in Teal's living room; Tiny is Teal's cat.

"Hello?" A deep, melodic called out from the other side of the screen door.

Tiny struggled out of my arms before jumping onto the back of the sofa.

I turned from the belly up to see Bea standing in the black oval outline of the screen door. My heart lurched up into my throat. "Come in." My hands pushed into my thighs; I needed to learn so much more ASL vocabulary.

Bea smiled as she used the handle to open the screen door. "I'm hearing if you were worried about your sentence. I'm fluent in ASL because my parents are both Deaf; that was my dad you saw signing to me. However your sentence would have been easily signed." She made fists of her hands, just the index fingers out, the palms up, and moved her fingers in a 'come here' gesture. Then she held her left hand like a C and stuck her right hand into it.

Repeating the gestures, I returned Bea's smile. "I'm sad to say that I only know a tiny bit of ASL so far."

"Maybe I can help. It seems the bank is desperate to sell that house so you may have me as a neighbor."

"A neighbor?" I echoed and then clapped my hands over my suddenly hot cheeks.

"I like your flag."

"Why were you using a wheelchair?" I closed my eyes, my foot solidly if metaphorically shoved into my fool mouth.

"Sh," Bea soothed as she sat on the little sofa beside me. "So guessing that the bi Pride flag is yours, I'm also going to guess that you are still rather average." She took my hand between her hands and brushed her thumb over my knuckles. "While I didn't inherit my parents' deafness, I did just recently receive a diagnosis of Meniere's Disease, explaining a few years' worth of ringing in my ears and balance problems."

"I'm sorry I was so insensitive to ask about the wheelchair."

"Might I ask if my guess was correct? Are you bisexual?"

"Um, yes. Is your dad still here?"

She laughed. "My dad went to take my mom out. So let me match your intrusive question about my wheelchair by asking if you are single, married, monogamous, polyamorous?"

My 6 lines are not from a book or a book recommendation, but thoughts about books featuring bisexual+ characters. Thoughts encouraged by a friend's post and bisexual erasure I've experienced over the years...

Do bisexual characters have to prove themselves, been queer enough, like flesh-and-blood bisexuals?
Can a bisexual character still be considered bisexual if they finish the book being patterned monogamously with personal of another gender?
Do bisexual males exist in fiction? Or are they as seemingly rare as they are in non-fiction life?
Are bisexual characters held to stereotypes about bisexuals, whether or not the author acknowledges the stereotypes in their fictional world?
Can a bisexual character exist in a book not erotic in nature?

Over 5/3 and 5/4, people will be sharing links to their 6 lines of LGBTQ+ fiction at https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/