I live and write BDSM. Age 18+. Scarleteen is great for under 18.
Hm, so this isn't quite what I was thinking and I may have to expand on this in the future, but I hope you enjoy this little Samhaine-inspired interlude.
Vala signed, "Happy Samhaine, Prisca."
"Happy Samhaine, my Lady," Prisca replied before twining her arms around Vala's waist and holding her tight.
Breathing in deeply, Vala enjoyed not only Prisca's embrace, but also the comforting notes of her current perfume. "You smell so good," she voiced.
Prisca pressed a soft kiss to Vala's lips and released her.
Collecting three sticks of Ylang Ylang incense, Vala held them together in a flame. When it flared above the candle, she removed them and blew them out.
"Candles?" Prisca signed before gesturing loosely to the myriad candles Vala had burning in her bedroom.
"Yes," Vala replied, the s hanging in the air as she signed and voiced. She eased the burning incense sticks into empty holders. With nimble fingers, she loosed the neck of the short, black halter dress she chose that morning.
"Beautiful, beautiful," Prisca signed before leading the now naked Vala back close. She leaned in to kiss just above Vala's neck just above her collar.
Vala took steps backward toward her bed. She relaxed down onto the comforter, Prisca between her legs. She scooted back until just from the knees down hung off the side. Grinning, she traced her inner thighs with her fingers as she looked into Prisca's eyes.
Prisca dove onto Vala's bed. Her lips parted with words Vala couldn't read from that angle. She threw her lover's legs over her shoulders. She eagerly parted Vala's labia and started to suck on her clit. Wrapping her hands around Vala's thighs, she held on as the woman immediately started shuddering with pleasure.
"Feels so good," Vala whimpered. Her throat reverberated with her sigh as the sensations rippled through her and then increased when Prisca slipped two fingers into her.
The Queen stopped beside Vala's bed. He signed, "Happy Samhaine, little girl."
Yum, love the picture Kayla provided this week; while I first pictured it as the end, now I'm pondering where it could have been- like maybe the off-screen beginning?
So now for the meta-scene consideration: are my characters (3 of 4 of them UUs like me) thinking about the 7th Principe as they fuck or am I encouraging them to fuck in a way that illuminates the Principle- ("the interconnected web of all existence of which we are a part.")
No, I will not go into 1st Person, no matter how much I want to; Vala has the action. And I realize that the action may not flow well from one section to the next- I plan to eventually collect the series this is part of into a small ebook that will be available eventually.
Vala groaned at Iona's small hands clasping her thighs before the loving mouth moved over the spots that made her want to come the fastest. The hisses that would have been shouts of "Yes!" if The Queen's cock didn't so beautifully fill her mouth broke the air. His thighs moved in her grasp.
Bird song rang out from the large bird house Simon had just installed.
One moment and Vala felt the grass poking through the blanket before The Queen and Iona drew her back into pleasure given and pleasure received. She let one hand slide from his thigh to his balls. As he moaned hoarsely, she saw his mouth pressed to Greta's naked lips. She came again, her mouth and thighs pulling in more sensation.
The rain picked up in intensity, while it didn't dissuade Vala in her goals. Her hair tugged on her scalp as his balls tightened up in her grasp.
"Queen, yes!" Greta cried out and Iona's moans filled her kissing, sucking mouth.
Iona slipped a finger into Vala's cunt.
Vala let go of The Queen's balls to grasp his ass. She stretched her tongue to touch the root of his cock even as she sucked on him. His cum rushed into her mouth, battered the back of her throat.
The Queen rolled away from Vala onto the grass. Remnants of his cum fled under the rain's caress.
Vala shuddered as a second finger pushed her into a strong orgasm. she whimpered as Iona and Greta pulling her toward The Queen, her release mutating into a sensation through her body.
"Did you come, my love?" Iona asked.
Vala held her breath, expecting Iona's question wasn't for her.
"Yes, thanks, my Lady," Greta murmured. She laughed. "I'm sure Vala enjoyed swallowing your cum, my Queen."
"Of course." The Queen pulled Vala against him, her head onto his chest.
Chewing her bottom lip at the momentary cold of his nipple jewelry, Vala then relaxed against him.
"No thunder still. This feels nice."
"Yes, it does, my Queen." Greta kissed The Queen's cheek.
"We'll get all wet," Iona joked.
"We're already all wet," Vala laughed.
"Did Simon say it was okay to swim in the pond again?" The Queen asked.
"I don't know, my Queen. Why don't we get dry and cuddle?" Vala begged.
"I'll leave you two to The Queen's pleasure," Iona said before kissing The Queen and Vala. "Come along, Greta. I think we especially need lunch after that interaction."
Hm, we'll see, author silliness of Facebook encouraged me to write a short snippet of sex in Wingdings. So it won't copy/paste the Wingdings in so I'll share what I wrote not knowing what I wrote...
She watches from the bondage chair as he approaches me where I lay bound in the middle of the bed. Our bed.
I pull down on the cuffs that hold my hands above my head; my fingers pushing into the pillows. "I love you," I whisper.
He brushes his fingers up my legs, fingertips going to nail edges as he pulls closer to my cunt.
She moans; his touh on me is as good as him tormetning her. "Come," he says and we both tremble.
Who comes when and where... yes, that title played in my mind as I was reading this final bit of Vala's first power exchange session with The Queen, Tommy, and Simon. Months of vanilla togetherness led up to this. The rest of the book, its pacing, makes me ponder what to share next. By the time this goes live, I may try doing my own Kickstarter to see if I can save up the money for a copy and sensitivity edit on this book.
"Yeah. You will need to do more of the moving," The Queen replied.
Tommy slid a second finger into Vala's ass; she leaned harder into The Queen, moaning against his skin. He pumped his fingers into her as he cupped her asscheek with his other hand.
"Is it that much better knowing I am making you my slave tomorrow?" The Queen taunted.
"Yes, my Queen. Please, my Queen," Vala cried.
"Please, what?" he demanded.
"Come. Tommy's cock. Please. Fuck," Vala babbled.
The Queen clicked his tongue. "You missed an awful lot of title use in that."
"Sorry, my Queen. Sorry. Unh. My Queen!" Vala trembled against The Queen as Tommy's fingers were replaced by his hard cock.
"You don't have permission to come yet, girl," Tommy barked.
"Please, my Lord," Vala begged. "You feel so good in my ass, my Lord."
"I wonder if that begging'll sound even prettier once she wears your collar, my Queen," Simon commented as he traced his fingers over Vala's shoulder. "That said, by your leave, I'd rather wait to sample the girl once she is your slave. I've had enough vanilla from her."
"Sure. Sit beside us, love?" The Queen replied.
"Sure, my Queen." Simon moved where Vala could see him out of the corner of her eye.
Tommy started pumping into Vala's ass, fucking her with increasing speed.
Her bound hands pressing into Tommy's stomach, Vala basked in the double penetration. "Please, my Queen. Need to come so bad, my Queen," she whimpered.
The Queen brushed Vala's hair back from her face. "You do, my baby girl?"
Orgasm trying to break through at his word choice, Vala moaned, "Yes, please, my Queen. I beg to come, my Queen." She gazed into his eyes, feeling lost in their icy blue depths. "Beg, my Queen. Beg, my Lord."
"Come for us," The Queen said before capturing Vala's lips and kissing her hard. His tongue thrust into her mouth, seeming timed with Tommy's cock.
Vala pushed herself into the kiss as she pushed back with her hips against Tommy. She tightened her thighs against The Queen. Yours. Theirs. My Queen. Thank. Thank.
"Gonna fill you with my cum, girlie. You want my cum?" Tommy pulled on Vala's earlobe with his teeth.
Grunting into The Queen's mouth, Vala practically screamed her begging.
"That's my girl." Tommy thrust deep into Vala's ass and stilled. "Thanks, my Queen. Love you, Simon, Vala." His weight pressed down on her and The Queen.
"I beg to swallow your cum, my Queen," Vala whimpered.
Tommy laughed. "My Queen?"
Tommy's cock pulled from Vala's ass and his arms slipped under her bound ones. Feeling weightless in his arms, she nonetheless held in a shriek when he lifted her off The Queen. Trust. The tang of her arousal and The Queen's pre-cum filled her nose as her face and hair fell toward him. She struggled to wrap her mouth around his cock even with her hair in the way. She sucked him in, including her curls, and sucked as her orgasm continued to pump in her body. His cum filled her mouth and then her throat as she shuddered in Tommy's grasp.
"My girl," The Queen groaned as he grasped Vala's head and eased her hair back. "My sweet, baby girl."
Trust their care and love. Vala groaned as Tommy led her body across the couch, across The Queen's and Simon's laps. She turned her head and looked up at Simon's face through her hair. "Love you, my Lord."
"Love you, sweet girl." Simon brushed Vala's hair back from her face.
Vala trembled against the men.
"Here's a blanket, sweet," Tommy said before the welcome weight and warmth of the afghan covered Vala. He lifted her legs and joined them on the couch.
Moaning, Vala relaxed against them. The orgasm continued to play in her body in relaxing waves that made her tremble.
"Such a good girl," The Queen murmured as he rubbed her arm through the blanket.
"Thanks, my Queen. Love you, my Queen. Love you, my Lords." Vala shuddered with delight and closed her eyes.
I didn't do anything to make Kayla blush this week :D
The picture got me thinking of some work I just did in my WIP. In the spirit of Kayla's rule of "original content, please" and the fact that I generally use #MasturbationMonday to explore scenes with characters doing stuff that doesn't always fit into the serialized novel I'm working on, I'm thinking on a snippet of action between Prisca and Abrecan after they're newly paired within The Queen's hierarchy and what it might lead to a few days after their pairing...
"Come now, my boy. You may have enjoyed this position to tease me when I was yours, but I still like the position so now you'll please me in it." Prisca grinned as she settled her ass between Abrecan's legs and then tossed her right leg up on his shoulder.
Abrecan gazed down at Prisca's naked cunt spread wide open in front of him, desire and confusion warring on his gorgeous face.
"Touch me, little boy. Keep touching me until I say stop," Prisca ordered.
His thumb skittered over her clit as his fingers came to rest on her lower belly. He gave his thumb a quick lick before starting to rub her again. Pressing his lips to her calf, he let his finger glide over the opening of her cunt.
"More." She pushed against him, angling so his thumb slid into her. "Good boy, good boy." Relaxing her torso down to her bed, she led his other hand to her breast. "Don't be afraid to pinch a little. I'll say if I don't like it."
"Yes, my Lady," he choked out. His fingers pressed into her erect nipple.
"Harder," she demanded. "Fingers in my cunt, thumb on my clit. Make me come, boy." Fuck! I love his strong arms, hands. How'd I ever get so lucky to have him as mine? "Hmm, that's good, my good sweet boy. You like pleasing me?"
"Yes, I love pleasing you, my Lady," he whimpered, his cock jumping in his g-string against her ass in agreement.
"Both breasts need your attention, boy. Sweet boy." She tightened her vaginal muscles around his thick fingers. Can I have him penetrate my ass and keep control? Maybe it's too soon? She reached under her, her fingers moving over his wrist as her pinkie slipped into her asshole, moistened by her cunt. After he gave her other breast a hard squeeze, she gasped in pleasure and led his hand to her mouth. She sucked his middle finger into her mouth, sliding down his skin until her lip wrapped around the bottom of his finger.
"My Lady," he pleaded.
She released his finger long enough to ask, "Does my sucking make you wonder when you might get to ejaculate, boy?"
Moaning at Prisca swallowing his finger again, Abrecan nodded his head.
Licking the soft pad of his fingertip, she asked, "But the wonder of maybe being allowed to come is so much you can't even imagine where I'd let you come?"
"My Lady?" he whimpered.
"Gods, I love hearing you say my title, ask my title, moan my title." She pulled down her leg and pushed him onto his back before surging forward to straddle his cock. "Let me know when you're very close, when you need to come, little boy."
"Yes, my Lady."
She snatched his fists from where they pressed against her thighs and lead them to her breasts. "You remember how I like my breasts touched, right? Me being on top doesn't change that." Moans and whimpers slipped from her lips when he obeyed her guidance. Her back arched even as she moved her hips faster and faster. She rocked her way into her first orgasm as she led one of his hands down, pressing his finger against her clit. "Keep stroking!"
"My Lady," he gasped. "Yes, please, my Lady. Oh!" His throat worked with his anxious swallowing. "You feel so good, my Lady."
"Yes, little boy!" She clamped her thighs against his hips for a moment before spinning around on his cock, her feet and arms coming to rest before she started riding him again. Before she could say something, his hand returned to her clit and she went rigid as the best orgasm filled her.
"Please, please, my Lady," he whimpered.
Prisca tilted her head to look at Abrecan's pinched face. "Do you need to come, my little boy?"
"Please, my Lady. Please, I need to ejaculate, to come, whatever word you prefer, my Lady. Please, I beg for release, my Lady."
"Good boy." She pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling off him and flipping around so she knelt between his legs. She grabbed his cock with one hand and started roughly jacking him off, his cock pointed at her chest.
"My Lady?" he pleaded.
She stroked faster.
"Don't... know... I can--"
"Come for me," she interrupted him. She gasped through another orgasm as his warm cum splashed over her breasts and stomach. "My good boy." When the cum stopped, she grabbed him by his hair and led his mouth to clean her. "Good boy. You pleased me so much, good boy." She pushed him back on the pillows again and straddled his hips again, his soft cock pressing against her stomach. "Good boy." This will be enough, some day, I hope.
I teased Meredith on Facebook with how much I should post today- but I'd already decided to keep being a tease :D . So You get a little less than half this week and the rest of the scene next week. Then I'm left with "what next?" I'm not sure if I'll continue with "Out of the Night: Book One." I'm waiting on my BRs' thoughts and saving up the money for editing- I want to do a copy edit and a sensitivity edit so that makes it even harder to consider "how much I need to save up."
Now we continue with Vala's first power exchange sexual/BDSM experience with The Queen, Tommy, and Simon...
"She does look real good like that, my Queen. The tape is a nice touch," Simon commented with his voice growing louder in Vala's hearing.
Vala startled and tightened her jaw when the first lash fell across her back. How do I beg to come with his cock in my mouth? I'm not going to last.
"That's a girl," Tommy cooed as he used one hand to stroke Vala's cheek. "Are you trying to make me come fast so you don't have so much to worry about your own orgasm?"
Trembling as The Queen slowly applied lashes up and down her back, Vala lifted her gaze to Tommy's face; his grin encouraged her eyelashes to flutter as her eyes rolled up in pleasure.
"It seems we have the makings of a pain slut, my Queen. I believe your sweet Vala is fighting not to come without permission from the flogging," Tommy drawled.
A second hand joined Tommy's in Vala's hair and The Queen growled, "Is that right, my little slut? Gonna come from being whipped?" He dragged the flogger over her genitals, yanking loud moans from her. "I think after me and my boys get our enjoyment from you, I might just have to tie you down to the bed and flog you until my arm tires. I wonder how many orgasms I could get out of you."
Want to be yours, my Queen. Tears sprung to Vala's eyes when Tommy pulled her down hard onto his cock, forcing her to deepthroat him. She pushed down with her knees so she wouldn't kick out and lose her balance. With churning hips, she struggled with her readiness to orgasm.
"She has a lot of orgasm training ahead of her," Simon joked as his fingers slipped between Vala's labia and over her clit. Two of his fingers slid into her cunt as her hands were pulled to the small of her back. "Wonderful touch, my Queen."
Tape started around Vala's wrists. A whole bunch of movement happened fast, leaving her wondering. Her head was yanked away from Tommy's cock.
"Gimme her cunt," The Queen barked as one of the boys lifted Vala by her arms.
Vala bent her legs at the knees as she was lowered over The Queen's hard cock. "My Queen," she whimpered as he penetrated her cunt. She pressed her face against his shoulder as she started to move her hips.
With his thumb, Tommy traced Vala's asscrack. "Look at you moving against The Queen. Are you turned on enough that I can take your ass without lube?"
Vala grunted, "Huh?"
"I do so love to fuck a little sub with The Queen," Tommy growled.
"Sub? My Lord?" Vala echoed.
"The Queen and I don't discriminate. Man, woman, a submissive of an indeterminate gender identity. You'll do just fine." Tommy pushed apart Vala's asscheeks, his fingers pressing into tender spots from the spanking and flogging.
"Please, my Lord, please," Vala begged. She gasped to feel his fingers move between her lips and The Queen's cock.
"I think that should be enough." Tommy slipped one finger into Vala's asshole.
"Please, please, please, my Lord," Vala whined.
"Is my guess at your plan correct, my Queen?" Tommy asked.
(Next week, you'll get to enjoy The Queen's answer.)
Ha! You thought maybe with that picture that you were heading toward some ageplay? Nope :D
You throw me down on the bed. "Are you my slut?"
"Yes, Master," I moan, lifting my ass and thrusting my hips back at You. Please, please.
"Your cunt's so wet." Your hand moves over me, first across my clit, into my cunt. You spit; I hear the sound, feel the wetness dripping down my asscrack. Then You finally push two fingers into my asshole.
"Wet... for... you... Master!" I can't help it; I'm fucking Your hand. "Please fuck my cunt, Master! Please fuck my ass and fill it with Your cum, Master!" I feel the bed move with Your weight. Thanks the Gods!
You pull your fingers out and wipe them on my inner thigh. A ringing slap echoes through the room. Then You grab my asscheeks and spread them apart before thrusting hard into my cunt.
"Thank You, Master. Thank You!" I'm not sure if my words are as audible to You as they are in my head. I think for a moment how I taunted, teased tonight, how I made sure You could see my cunt lips when I bent over in my short skirt.
"Your cunt and then your ass?" You pull my hair, pulling my face away from the bed.
"Please, cunt, ass, Master. Please." I cry out at another unexpected slap to my ass.
"You've been a rotten tease all night, why should I do what you want?" You slap my ass harder.
"Please, I beg, Master. I beg!" I draw in a harsh breath but it gets stuck in my lungs when You thrust Your cock into my ass; You were right. I am so wet that my cunt juices worked as good as lube. "Yes! Please use my ass, Master. Use my ass hard and fill it with Your cum, Master!"
You squeeze my asscheek and slap it. "Hard?"
"Yes, hard, harder, please, I beg You, Master!"
"Spread your cheeks for me."
My hands shoot behind me and my fingers press into the hot handprints You've left as I spread myself to allow Your cock to go farther into me. "Master, please fill me. I beg You to fuck my ass until You fill it with Your cum, Master. Please, Master. Master."
Your grunt washes over me.
I close my eyes to focus on the sensation of Your cum shooting into my ass. "Thank You thank You Thank You! Master! Thank You, Master! Thank You for filling my ass, Master!" I scream.
You fall down to the bed, pinning me beneath Your body.
The orgasm that had started to wane powerfully shocks through my body again.
Your harsh breathing strokes my neck. You roll onto your side, taking me with you. "You mind me waking you, using you as my fucktoy, and filling your ass with my cum?"
I whimper softly. "Never, Master. Thank You, Master. Love You, Master."
"Love you too, fucktoy."
Was that difficult for you to read? Did you find the language hard to deal with? Cunt, ass, fucktoy, slut. These words are heard on a regular in my bedroom and I love them! While Master had only only recently started using fucktoy when I first wrote this reblogged story, He's taken to using it commonly and I love it! This is even language He'll use with me outside of the bedroom, as long as we aren't among too hopelessly mundane people. Mind you, if anyone besides Him directed those words at me, I'd be mighty pissed; I accepted His collar- doesn't make me a doormat for the world!
Now wanna read something funny? When I'm reading other erotic fiction- whether it lays more between the lines of "pornography," "erotica," or "erotic romance"- I find much of the word choice frustrating. Words like "core" and don't get me started on phrases like "love button" (instead of clit or the medically correct, clitoris). These words meant to be gentler, unoffensive to women, those irritate me, often enough turn me off. Of course, I'm learning to calm my reaction to them; I've found many writers like Sue Lyndon who uses terms like that in some of the historical spanking fiction she has written and published.
It all comes down to perspective, I guess- "core" is more acceptable, it seems, but I'd rather read "cunt."