"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.
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You can preorder "Summer Heat: Imperfectly Yours Volume 1" now on Amazon- it'll be live on July 23rd. Here's the link: ​https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07VBJGHDT?ref_=pe_3052080_276849420

And now I'll share another tidbit from my story in the anthology: "Between the Pages"--

​Eyes glittering, Adam asked, “Can you please tell me the story of when we met again?”

“Sometimes I think I should make a picture book for you of this story.” Joon grinned.

The corners of his lips playing at a smile, Adam asked, “An audio book, maybe, 'cause I like hearing you tell it?”

“That might be the trick.”

Adam eased his body down onto the blanket, his head coming to rest on Joon's thigh. “So good to live in a city that has an ordinance protecting people like us. We can cuddle, right?”

​Joon snorted. “Yes.”
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We're having a release day party in the Facebook group in the Disability and Romance Authors and Readers group https://www.facebook.com/groups/1456675944444093/ Tuesday 7/23 from 10am EST to 6pm EST.

'm sorry to say that I can't give you a release date yet for "Summer Heat," the anthology in which my story "Between the Pages" will be published. For now, I'm going to let you meet Joon and Adam just a bit.

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Joon dragged his hand through his bushy salt-and-pepper hair. Still more pepper. Thank goodness that Koreans look young longer. “It's a good afternoon to be at the library.”

“Yes it is. Can we please go to the teen section first? I want to finish the teen science series before finding an adult book about those topics,” Adam said.

“Sure.” Joon started toward the elevator with Adam walking alongside. “Thanks for not hurrying ahead, nae salang.”

“You're so fast on your wheels that I gotta hurry to keep up.”

​Once inside the elevator, Joon pushed the third floor button.

First I'm going to share with you all something I tweeted: “#AmWriting #transgender #TransMan #MasturbationMonday Sigh, I keep finding any reason I can to not finish this piece. @KaylaLords can you recommend I should be done so you can read it next week? LOL”

Working with Pekka, my transgender man who has had some gender confirming surgeries, I struggled to figure out the point of this scene. Inspired by JerBear's picture in week 236, I finally pushed through to what I found was a good ending late on Monday the 15th. Too much life happening, too much stress. But this is good. I even want to share it with my therapist.
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Pekka rubbed the cocoa butter over the still healing area of his thigh where the surgeon had taken the skin graft for his phalloplasty. No more stitches, just tender skin.


He squeezed more lotion over his thigh. Some trickled between his legs. His palm slipped over his scrotum, that part of his body he worked to feel a part of him. His skin against skin felt good. He worked the pump within, made to feel as testicles.

“My Lady wanted me to grow used to this on my own,” he reminded himself aloud. After a few tentative pumps, he grew more comfortable. Once his neo-phallus stood erect, he squeezed more lotion onto his hand. He palmed his cock. Sucking in a breath, he focused on the sensations from his palm and phallus.

“This is me. All of me, even the surgical creations are still me.” His other hand moved to his chest, finger slipping over his nipples one at a time. He looked out his window in a small area between his scarlet drapes. He left off caressing his nipples to touch the puckered skin from his top surgery.

“I have become more me, but what does that mean?” He coughed. “I feel as I want to, inside and outside.” He cleared his mind before he continued his exploratory caresses. The sandalwood incense wafted over him. He left off touching his chest to wrap that hand around the base of his cock. With soft, even breaths, he relaxed into pleasant sensations. He groaned as a clitoral-like orgasm burst within him. “No limits, my Lady says.” His hand traveled up to the tip of his neo-phallus, his lips pulling upward into a smile at his cock lacking the slicing that would have made him look circumcised, unlike his beautiful domme. He grasped the base of his cock with both hands. His mouth caught in a wide circle as his hands suddenly felt slick. “Yes,” he whispered as the health of his Skene's glands made themselves knows. He paused with his hand clutching the round tip of his penis. “This won't be like a single cis-penis orgasm.”

A gust of warm air from the heater vent sent his drapes fluttering.

He grabbed for the warming lotion beside what he'd started with. Slicking his hand, he started rubbing his shaft faster. The friction made his hips thrust into the air. He grasped his inner thigh. “Can't grab my testicles. Could break the pump.” His toes pushed down into his bed and he fell flat a moment later. He let go of his inner thigh and grabbed the base of his cock again. He worked his hand in circles around it as he stroked again with the other. Crying out, he jerked against the bed and pounded his foot against the wall. His eyelids fluttered as the pleasure released throughout him. “Do I keep going?” He stilled with his hands on his cock. “This neo-phallus isn't just for penetrating others. I can feel pleasure on my own.”

The door opened and Lady Audrey leaned against the doorjamb. “Enjoying yourself, my boy?”

“It's amazing, my Lady. I'm so grateful you ordered me to try this.” Pekka stopped stroking his cock.

“Do you not want me to watch?”

“Um... I don't know, my Lady.” He frowned. “It's not like I can ejaculate, even if I'm managing some natural lubricant.”

“Lover, I'm bisexual. You think the only thing I enjoy seeing is a cock spewing cum?” She grinned as she moved to the foot of his bed. “I heard you kick the wall, during one orgasm, I guess.”

Pekka nodded and began to stroke his penis again. Moments later, he stopped again.

“Can I cuddle you?”

“Yes, please, my Lady. I think I'm done for now, unless you wanna order more.”

Lady Audrey lay down beside Pekka. “No order, my dear boy. I love you.”

“I love you, my Lady.” He rested his head on her chest and released the air from his neo-phallus. “Thank you, my Lady.”

(Continuing from 12/24; this is part 2. It's still Audrey, Blaze, and I.)



I cling to Audrey as she scoots us a few inches closer to Blaze. “None of us are cis.”

“How does that make you feel?”

I lift my gaze to Blaze's face and then it drops to their hands. “Um. How should it make me feel? No. Curious. Interested. Good. Different. I'm a thesaurus.”

Audrey laughs at my last statement. “Now, now, little love. Are you forcing eye contact with Blaze that you find uncomfortable?”

I shake my head. “Not at all. They're responding like you or Amy would, not forcing me to maintain the contact longer than I'm comfortable with.” I press small kisses to Audrey's jaw and close my eyes. “I'm working on owning my feelings and remembering that most people aren't unsafe like my mother.” I swallow. I open my eyes. “Most people aren't unsafe like my mother.”

“That appears to be a good thing for you to affirm.” Blaze nods. “Parented differently?”

I giggle. “Good memory. Because even adults sometimes need their parents' support.” I look down at Blaze's hand on the couch. “Please hold my hand.”

Blaze's long fingers wrap around mine.

“Your hand makes mine look so tiny. I like it.” I brush my thumb across Blaze's palm. “I like you.”

“I like you too.” Blaze smiles at me. “Are you still good with talking?”

“Yeah, but thank you for asking. It's good to be reminded that you're open to communication other than just spoken.”

“I particularly enjoyed watching how you used various types of AAC in your Autistic love story, including during intimate moments.”

“Per, Audrey? Might I please lay across both your laps?” I breathe in deep to calm my rapid heartbeat.

“I would love that. Twelve isn't too old for cuddles, in my opinion.” Blaze squeezes my hand before releasing it.

I ponder movement and my body's potential placement. I scoot so my upper back an head are resting on Blaze's... Per's lap. My butt rests between my loved one and love-one-to-be. My legs rest in part over Audrey. I turn my knees so I can tuck my feet behind her back.

“And we have an adorable boy covered back up with his blanket.” Per tucks the blanket around my neck.

“Thanks, Per.”

Per strokes my hair. “It appears that Audrey is having adult thoughts about an adult Joey.”

I glance at Audrey's eyes, those beautifully rich brown eyes, and see the haziness of which Per speaks.

“You know the adult Joey can consent to Audrey, if he wishes?”

“Consent?” I feel my eyebrows and forehead pull tight as if asking a WH-question in ASL.

“You can ask her what she wants and you can say yes or no.” Per leans forward to drop a small kiss on my forehead. “Of course a twelve-year-old can't legally consent in most of the US and I prefer to separate adult interactions from ageplay.”

“Separate how?” I feel Audrey's hand on my knee, but still above the blanket.

“It depends on the moment. Do you feel safe with part of you on my lap and part on Audrey's? Is that enough separation for you as well?” Per moves their arm so it supports the back of my head.

“Yes, Per.” I snuggle my face against Per's plaid-shirt covered belly.

Audrey caresses my knee until I look at her face. “Joey, I would like your verbal consent. To hear your sweet words. To hear you confirm that what I want is what you also want.”

I focus on my swallowing, the substantial being of Per with us, underneath me. “Yes or no? That's what I was missing when I was thirteen. No one had told me I had a choice.” I close my eyes to affirm Per's spoken truth inside me. “Audrey, had I told you yet--“

“Yes, I heard your thoughts, love.”

“Please help me find my masculine vulva and vagina. Please touch me in the ways you need to help me affirm that.” I look up at Per. “But Per, please help me put on a chest binder first.” I ease my legs from Audrey's lap and to the floor.

When I pause, Per says, “Look to the floor.”

I turn my head away from Per; a new black chest binder lays on the floor a few feet from us. “A new binder, Per?”

“Something my boy needs, right?” Per grins at me.

“Thanks, Per.” I struggle to sitting upright with Per's hand pushing on my back. My feet touch the floor as I look down to see Per's hands in the air beside my hips. “Yes, help, please, Per.”

Audrey looks at the screen narrating our actions. “So many commas, dear.”

I wrinkle my nose at Audrey before standing with Per's help. I pick up the binder and look into it. “Per! How'd you know my size?”

Audrey snorts. “I told them your size.”

“You've worn binders, right?” Per rests their hands on my shoulders.

“Yes, Per.” I turn the binder inside out and upside down before holding it out and stepping into it. As I tug it into place, I look up at Per's face.

“The compression feels good, doesn't it?” Per moves their shirt collar to show the strap of their own chest binder.

“Definitely!” I push my pecs into place under my binder. “Per, may I please hug you?”

“Sure.” Per holds their arms out wide and I barrel into the embrace, sighing when Per engulfs me in protective pressure. Their fingers press into my skin, but their hands are still.

I hum into their shirt, not quite trying to make words.

“Can I call you my boy?” Per continues to hold me.

I nod against their shirt.

“My boy, did you forget about Audrey?” At my gasp, Per asks, “May I carry you back to the couch?”

“Please.” I turn slightly in Per's embrace just before they position their arms behind my knees and back to lift me. I sniff. “Hmm, is that vertiver?”

“Yes.” I close my eyes and enjoy the movements. I cling to Per's neck as they relaxed down to the couch.

“You feel so good in my arms. Want help returning to your previous position?”

I nod. My stomach muscles clench under the longer, new binder. I've never worn a full length one. The back of my head again rests on Per's arm.

“Does it help that your tummy is covered? To consider your masculine vulva, that is?” Audrey traces her finger through my pubic hair, across the top edge of my vulva. “Does the fuzzy covering make you feel masculine?”

“Too many questions at once, love! I'm not sure what I think of the long binder. And I'm thinking your aroused expression and my interest are helping most with the idea of masculine vulva, my comfort with Per here.”

Audrey pushes lightly into my body. “Wonderfully pliable. I think of times I've gotten to watch you writhe as Shaman played with clothespins.”

“This is your first full length binder? I'll have to see about getting you some more then.” Per brushes their lips over my forehead.

Audrey brushes her fingers over the meeting of my outer labia. “So softly masculine. I'm always so drawn to your labia. You still like that word?”

I groan, huff a breath through my nose. My gaze meets Per's.

“That groan sounded like it could have been a yes. Was it?” Audrey moves her hand from my outer labia to the top of my thigh.

I lift my hand to sign YES.

Audrey tugs at my outer labia. “I think your inner labia might be the most masculine, the way they hang just beyond the outer lips.”

Per strokes my hair. “Still good, my boy?”

“Yes, Per, excellent.” I inhabit Middle and adult at the same time.

“Stroking your inner labia makes me feel so womanly. Do you prefer my fingertip or nail?”

“Your... your finger.” I cough. “But womanly?”

“Let your mind relax. I'm not saying that your body affirms or changes my gender identity. You affirm my feelings of womanliness.” Audrey continues to stroke my inner labia.

I whimper with the growling arousal that prompts my Skene's glands; how ever do I find such medical words arousing? “Mmm, yes.”

“Such strength in these gorgeous muscles.” Audrey traces her fingers around the opening of my vagina, dipping in shallowly in for my arousal. “And strength in your masculine vagina. It's so you, so wonderfully boyish. I love how your boy-pussy grips my fingers when you're coming.”

I brush my fingers over the bottom hem of my new binder. I look at Per's chin. “Yes is yes?”

“Yes.” Per chuckles.

Audrey slides two fingers into my vagina and starts to move them in scissor fashion. Her thumb presses against my bound clitorophallus. “Can you have a little orgasm for me, my sweet man?”

My butt rocks against the couch and Audrey's leg. “Like you so much, Per,” I mumble.

“I like you too, sweet Joey.” Per cups my cheek with one warm hand.

I close my eyes as the pleasure rockets through me, Audrey's suggestive question prepping my body alongside our chat. “Yes, yes, yes!” I focus on her fingers' movements inside me. I squeeze her fingers as my lips part in a long, long moan.

“That's my love.” Audrey presses down on my mons with her other hand, preventing me from pulling away from her touch. As my moan increases in pitch and volume, she slides a third finger into me.

I push up hard against her hands.

“That's right. You can feel all this pleasure as a consenting adult and I'll make us hot chocolate shortly.” Per kisses my nose.

“Yes!” I crash back down onto Audrey, no longer pressing against her hands. “Thanks, thanks, love.” I turn my head into Per's shirt. “Thanks for being here, my new Per.”

“You're welcome.” Per kisses my nose again. “Audrey, will you sure in the hot chocolate?”
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“Most definitely.” Audrey kisses my mons.