Ha! The inspiration picture for this week goes what was already in my mind! So in the post-going on anti-depressants, I've come out to myself as non-binary (if you're interested and would like to see the before-and-after hair, I have a 6.5 minute vlog about it). I've had a lot of ponder, as my regular blog readers can no doubt imagine. :D I joined some Facebook groups because I'm 40 and it mostly seems that white millennials are the people talking about being non-binary on YouTube. 2 experiences gave me the idea for the scene you're about to enjoy: 1. After nearly a decade of refusing to wear a bra after a medically necessary breast reduction, I got a fitting at Victoria's Secret, where I was able to explain what I wanted in a sports bra and the wonderful employee got me a sports bra that gave me gender euphoria. 2. A friend gave me a chest binder that didn't work for them and I put it on for a few minutes right from the mailing package... and I felt such gender euphoria that I was grinning like the Cheshire Cat for hours afterward. So the inspiration picture from Mrs. Robinson, the black hands holding the white breasts, almost led me to change what Audrey has been painting in my head...
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Gazing at the pile of every possible color or pattern in the style of sports bra that gave me gender euphoria that Audrey bought me, I ponder which one I want to wear now. I select the white bra and pull it down over my head. I lift my gaze from the pouch of my belly; Shaman and Audrey tell me it's slight, but I struggle to believe them.

Audrey coughs to clear her throat. “I thought you'd decided on the bottoms; you aren't going to let your ponder overwhelm your euphoria, are you?”

I close my eyes and simmer in the feeling of my breasts mashed in such a comfortable way. This is one way gender euphoria feels in me; Audrey gifted me the chance to feel it many times over. Eyes still closed, I reach beside me on her bed for the wrap skirt she offered for this dance. My fingertips glide over the silk before I feel her warm hands wrap around my shaking hands. I let her pull me to my feet.

“Wrapping, not comprehension, like the conversation in your ASL learning group about talking about a chest binder,” Audrey murmured as she wrapped the silk around my belly at the navel. “Are you sure you want a sports bra, not your binder, now?”

“Sports bra. You offered a dance, love.” I press my face against her beautifully small breasts. I push my lower body back to allow her to finish wrapping me. The sensation against my skin startles me when she pulls the sash tight to tie it.

“There, love.” Audrey cups my ass to bring my lower body back against her.

My being vibrates with the perfection of the sports bra, the wrapped skirt, Audrey's embrace.

With my face still against her breasts, Audrey kisses my forehead as she leads us in a small circle across the carpet. “I can feel your mind racing. Have you decided differently on what you want now? Are you maybe being too limited in your understanding of what sex is?”

“True.” I breathe in to appreciate the vanilla body lotion she used to for me. “Please.”

Audrey cups the back of my head where the hair is buzzed short. “I trace the graceful slope of your shoulders, my fingers light on your preciously pale skin. Your thighs squeeze my knee. My fingertips continue down to your adorably tiny fingers.”

While her embrace doesn't change, I feel her words as actions. I sigh in time with another circle of our impromptu dance floor. I want...

“I reach around your shoulders to caress your back among the straps of your enchanting bra. I love how it aids you in feeling good about your chest. My hand continues to your lower back, where you feel so much more pleasure.”

The echoes of her touch caress my mind, lower back, and between my legs. A gasp of arousal escapes my lips to be swallowed by her soft skin. The image of her cock sliding into me wets my appetite for more of her words. I curl my toes into the carpet. “Gentle, love.”

“I wrap my hands around your slender hips. I simply clasp you as you move your hips in a simple infinity motion. That's my baby. You make me wanna come so hard when you dance on me like that. This beautiful person that I love so much.”

I nibble on my bottom lip; she changed to person instead of woman without me even having to ask. The release of orgasmic sensations spiral through me.

“Just like that, lover. You found yourself. I just had to start your journey. You're a person when we make love. Now I lift you so you wrap your legs around my waist as my cock slips into your cunt. Cunt still good?”

“Perfect, lover. I don't want that many words to change for me. Feels so good. Does it make you sad--“

“Baby doll, I'm good with what makes you comfortable. Why would what you need to feel good make me sad? I squeeze your adorable ass as I move you on me.”

“Come on my bra,” I whimper between moans.

She lifts one eyebrow even as she kisses me hard.

For one long moment, I concentrate on my bags of fat staying still within the sports bra. I squeeze my muscles around Audrey's cock for a long moment as I hear echoes of her “You're a person when we make love” stir within my mind. I kiss her neck.

“One suggestion, love. Think of Ash's binding video, not your hateful phrase. I love to think of your heart within your handsome chest.”

My legs from knees to toes press into her soft carpet. I press my palms against my silk-covered knees and tilt my head back to look up at her face. I close my eyes and open my mouth. Her left hand presses on my shoulder.

“Yes, yes, love you.”

Warm and sticky, I luxuriate in the feel of her cum where it lands on me. “Love you, sweet Audrey.”

So, it's been weeks since I did this hop; it's been almost a month since I saw a psychiatrist as I'm writing this. I've been struggling to start writing before 10:30pm, even though I'm taking part in a writing challenge. The good thing about the medication is that it doesn't seem to have any sexual side effects, but that equally says I've made a habit of not writing in my depression and I can't seem to undo that habit. Well, I'm trying; I'm starting to write the sexy part at 6:12pm. It's a start. :D Audrey's in purple...

• And woah! Love sub-Bee's picture. I so obviously, totally was inspired by it! But y'all gotta go to Masturbation Monday to see the picture...

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New boots. Few things make me as happy as new boots. Even with fishnet stockings on, I've still put talcum powder in the feet part to help with breaking them in. The laces press pleasantly into my shins then knees then thighs as I tighten them. After the second boot is on me, laces tightened, I let my hair fall from the clip so it half hides my face.
Do the boots and fishnets balance out the hair style in terms of gender presentation?
It's been a long time, sweet Audrey, since you asked what my gender is when I'm making love to you.
I've been trying to get your attention since you had fun with your hair, love. The boots look good on you; remember to call your therapist back.
Killjoy! You're supposed to be helping me write something sexy. Come here.
And do what? Let me bend you over and pull these tights down a bit. Yup, I agree with Shaman. You have a damn fine ass that I just love to grab. Are you feeling gendered now? Or are you feeling too needy of my touch to care? Tell me what you want, little love.
Has it been so long that my yes, our relationship isn't enough? Or are you feeling too mentally greedy for my words? Because your nails are just long enough to trace over my labia, between them, over my clit. Did you think to tease me with Onyx's aftercare blanket folded on your luscious bed?
Yes, love. I do love your body shining as with your psychiatric medication and heading toward menopause. Now who'd think that was sexy? Though with you loving my 69-year-old self? Look up at the screen of my thoughts as I part your lips with the tip of my tongue. You don't want other words for body parts?
Nah. I'm just naming a sense that was always there. Well, maybe. You mind “bound clitorophallus” for me to read, hear, think the word about my own body?
Sure, let me trace the hood of your bound clitorophallus, let me tease that erect clit as it fills with more blood. I love the way your thighs tense, first to keep your legs apart, then to keep my head right where it is. It's too long; will you come fast for me, love? Letting my hands slip down these boots, these stockings on your beautiful legs is leading me to my own pleasure.
Yes, yes! Need your tongue inside me, please. Let it slide into my cunt. Yes! I can't control my thigh muscles anymore, love. Your touch feels beyond amazing. Like that, just like that. I love feeling your tongue swirl around inside me, pushing my orgasm to continue. A gasp and groan in one escapes my lips only to be smothered by Onyx's blanket as you grab my hips to pull me up onto the bed, my knees pressing into the softness.
My cock slides into your wet pussy, my balls swinging forward to tap your lips, your bound clitorophallus. Your muscles squeeze so I wait a moment, my unbound clitorophallus to the root inside your sweetness. The black constriction of your boots makes me worry a moment about coming too fast; I wanna feel you come when my cock's inside you at least once. I reach forward to brush your hair to the side so I can see your eye, your parted lips. Moan for me, love.
I can't hold back my rippling pleasure as you start a slow withdrawal and thrust. Practicing belly dance blips on my mind's screen before I can only think on you joined with me. Coming, love. Can you feel it? You feel so good.
That's my girl. Ha, my. Let's recast the my's and say vanilla can be my too. Can we say that my is plural, like you and you? Because my is we and we're both feeling good. I can't hold back too much longer. You feel so good and vanilla lovemaking with you always seems so short since we don't have the foreplay or the other play of BDSM interaction.
But you know I love to watch you with your subs, even if I don't take part in that way? God, yes, like that, just like that. You gonna fill me? Please fill me. Find your pleasure too.
You're just liking I can see your thoughts since your mouth's producing babble. Yes, angel girl, I'm coming in your cunt. Fuck, yeah. Here you go over, I'm gonna lick you clean so my cum doesn't drip on those boots. Come for me again, my tongue pushing into your cunt?
Yeah, yeah. Love you. Gods, yeah, how you make me keep coming!
Love you, babe. Ready to sleep?
Ready to sleep.

So the picture inspired me to spend some time with Mairead and Ziba- totally fair since I wrote Happy and Iovita making love during my local write-in on Saturday morning. With Ziba having a Dutch parent and an Indonesian parent (heck if I can remember which one is which at the moment), I envisioned her largely "passing for white," which could cause weird reactions to her as she's a hijabi [a Muslim woman who wears a head scarf is the simplest definition, although it religiously means so much more.) But the picture made me think of a Ziba in her bed waiting for Mairead's attentions.
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"Now this isn't very modest, what I find in our bed." Mairead knelt on the bed on level with Ziba's waist.

"But since you're the only one likely to see me here in our bedroom, my habibti." Ziba laughed. "Don't you like what you see, schatje?"

"Tease! Changing languages on me. You know tha' makes me all horny." Mairead traced her fingers over the backs of Ziba's knees, just above the knee high stockings' ruffles. "Is this 'my period's done so sex is no longer haram'? Tell me what you want." Her fingers continued drawing lines up Ziba's thighs.

"Please, I need your fingers and your tongue, your mouth. I... um... laeaq li, uh."

"Lover, that's not a bit of Arabic I know." Mairead brushed her fingers over Ziba's parted labia. Although I have a notion. "Do you want my tongue moving over your clit? Into your pussy?"

"Yes, laeaq li, lick me, lik me maar," Ziba babbled.

Mairead knelt between Ziba's spread legs. "You look so good like this. I hate to reposition you too much." Pulling up at the hips, she encouraged Ziba up onto her knees. Her gaze moved over her lover's asscrack. No, that is not okay, unless some imam decides that sodomy is okay. She bent her head a little more until she could see Ziba's labia. Moaning, she reached out with her tongue to touch the beauty. The wondrous tang of her arousal met her taste buds when she pried them apart and feasted on Ziba.

"My love," Ziba whimpered.

Mairead backed up and turned onto her back between Ziba's legs. She scooted until her head rested in just the right place to pull down on Ziba's ass. Her lips parted and she started to suck, first labia and then clit into her mouth. She caressed the relaxed asscheeks as she enjoyed the moans above her. Her lips released the clit as she plunged her tongue into Ziba's pussy. Pubic hair tickling her nose, she gloried in pleasing her lover, even as her own arousal grew inside her.

Ziba pressed her legs against Mairead. Her body trembled even with her rigid hips. "Mairead." She groaned at two fingers sliding into her cunt. "Yes."

Tip of tongue moving against Ziba's clit, Mairead sought to bring her love pleasure. She pumped her fingers into the wetness. Give it to me. You always come fast, the first time after your period. She stroked the inner wall, feeling for Ziba's G spot. She smiled even as she continued to suck when her fingertips passed over the bumpy, swollen patch of vaginal wall. Wetness dripped down her hand and onto her face as Ziba found her first orgasm.

"Please keep doing just that," Ziba purred as her body shifted slightly above Mairead, hinting that her arms and chest had crashed onto their bed.

Sucking and thrusting into her sweet Ziba, Mairead basked into the continued orgasm as pleasure washed over her, her hips pumping into the air. Such a pleasure to come from her pleasure.

"Love, on my back," Ziba cried out before pulling away from Ziba.

"As long as I can still enjoy making you feel good," Mairead growled as she in turn moved toward the end of the bed to give Ziba room to move.

"Of course." Ziba lifted her hips and then placed her feet flat as she settled onto the bed. "Ik hou van je. My sweet."

Mairead crawled back to Ziba and leaned in to kiss her inner thighs.

"If only my hair stayed still like yours," Ziba commented.

"And then I wouldn't get to enjoy you putting it into an impromptu twist when you're enjoying me."

"That's right." Ziba groaned as Mairead got down to business. "Oh, ja."

Fuck. All the different language dripping from her lips. Mairead traced the entrance to Ziba's cunt before thrusting her tongue in as far as she could. I could do this until she begged me to stop. She gripped Ziba's thighs as she caressed her love. Her gaze moved over the soft brown skin under her mouth, pressing against her nose.

"So beautiful." Ziba's hands moved over Mairead's shoulders. "Don't you want—" Her words dropped off.

Wrapping her lips around Ziba's clit, Mairead thrust two fingers into her pussy again. Her eyelids dropped into a smile when Ziba pushed down onto her fingers. When the muscles relaxed again, she slid in a third finger. Her gaze moved upward to watch Ziba's face tighten until she screamed out her orgasm.

Ziba pushed down into their mattress. "Love, sweet, schatje, let me hold you."

Mairead kissed Ziba's stomach and then withdrew her fingers. Smiling, she crawled up the bed and lay against Ziba's side.

"Let me," Ziba mumbled before taking Mairead's still wet hand and licked away her arousal.

​"I've got the stuff for potato pancakes so we can have them without bacon." Mairead sighed as Ziba's tongue dipped between two fingers. Although maybe this is a sign that food will wait.

While Mairead is a fictional character, flesh and blood people like her continue to be murdered at alarming rates. Just for living as their authentic gender. Please spend some time reading about the Transgender Day of Remembrance.

So now that it's a week after I watched Happy and Iovita enjoy some BDSM, in my current writing- Happy has found comfort in the noun-self pronoun "joy," they've agreed to a safeword for her ("save"), and I'm in the midst of writing what will actually be the first time they engage in BDSM- I've coined a phrase (at least I think I've coined it)- "Parental Dom." They were talking about "Daddy Dom," how "Mommy Dom" doesn't exist as much as it should. Well Happy is bigender, so Parental Dom. All that to say, I'm sharing Ziba and Mairead with you this week because of where the inspiration picture lead me mind. Okay, so yes, I usually "queer the picture"- I'm debating if I should give gender and sexual orientation before or after the scene. :D I think after. Mairead and Ziba.
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"Going to help me christen the new bed I bought for us?" Ziba stroked the length of the rainbow colored dildo resting in her strap-on harness.

Mairead's lips parted. "Gonna kiss me first, love?"

Ziba laughed as she crawled onto the end of the queen sized bed she'd purchased after she'd offered Mairead the chance to cohabitate while she went to culinary school. "Kiss you where?" She pressed her lips to Mairead's right ankle. Using the tip of her tongue, she traced a path to Mairead's inner thigh.

Releasing a gasp, Mairead finally replied, "Ugh, kissing me wherever is good."

Ziba rested her knees between Mairead's legs and lowered her weight on her lover until she was able to claim the trembling lips. "So beautiful, my love." She slipped her tongue into Mairead's mouth, exploring gently. Her nipples pebbled at the glorious skin to skin contact. She pushed her hands into the thick, coarse profusion of ink black hair that was the first physical thing that drew her to Mairead. Her genitals started to feel hot and moist beneath the nylon harness. Rolling onto her side, she brought Mairead with her, their bodies twined.

"Please," Mairead said into Ziba's kiss.

One hand snaked between them to part Mairead's labia, Ziba's fingers testing at the wetness of her vagina. She stopped kissing Mairead long enough to grab the bottle of the special new lube. Dripping it over their waists, she spread it over the dildo, between her lover's legs.

"Yes," Mairead hissed.

Ziba kissed Mairead hard as she guided the dildo into her pussy. Her wet hand returned to Mairead's hair. "Shit!" she gasped.

"Gotta co-wash tonight. Don't worry, love." Mairead pulled Ziba back into their kiss, her hands burying into Ziba's long hair, released as it was from her head scarf and under scarf. She gripped her lover's ass and gyrated against her. "So glad, in your arms."

Moaning as the harness rubbed against her clit with her movements, Ziba clung to Mairead. A small pulse of orgasm filled her clit for a moment. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in the rose of Mairead's body products, the combined scents of their arousal. She rolled her love back onto the bottom and pumped into her.

Mairead lifted her legs and rested her heels on Ziba's thighs. Her head tilted back into the pillow. She writhed against Ziba, sweat dripping down her cheeks as they kissed. "Gonna come," she gasped against Ziba's cheek.

"Yes. Love you. Like that," Ziba rambled as she joined her love in release, her hips speeding up with their joined pleasure. "Love you, love you." Her toes pushed into their bed, the sheets rumbled by their pushing.

"My turn," Mairead drawled before throwing Ziba onto her back. She straddled her love's hips and lowered her pussy onto the dildo. "That's good." She leaned back, one hand pressing into Ziba's thigh.

Ziba pressed her thumb against Mairead's clit and rubbed fast.

Mairead groaned as the pleasure continued to wash over her. "Yes, my love. Does this feel good for you too love?"

"Wonderful. Any position is perfect with you." Ziba whimpered with pained pleasure as Mairead's fingers pulled on her leg hair.

"Oh oh!" Mairead cried out with her back arching further.

"That's right. Come all over me, love." Ziba watched Mairead's eyes roll up with the special pleasure of an orgasm increased by prostate stimulation. "Love you so." She wrapped her arms around the shuddering woman who fell down onto her as the coming continued to batter her. "My beautiful love."

Turning her head, Mairead smiled at Ziba and kiss her lips. "Love you too."

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So this happened :D I was getting irritated at myself for my focus on Happy and Iovita- since I'm writing a polyamorous-quad and this scene happened :D

Sigh, I didn't wanna miss this week when I missed last, but my daughter made writing tricky. Yeah, she's 18- still a pain. But I was interested finally enough to write and Molly's picture gave me a thought...
I glanced at Molly's picture again. Could I do that? Could I let others see me naked when it's not in the heat (literal or metaphorical) moment of sex? When I'm not even aware of the camera?
My fingers slipped between the labia as I gazed closely at her legs, appreciating, enjoying the tiny hairs on her thighs. I pinched my clit, softly, but growing harder. Her skin looked so soft. Like Audrey Dolly balanced against my shoulder, her stripped tight-looking legs resting on my breast.
I pressed back in my chair. My computer on the footstool, adjusted so the webcam showed from my stomach down to my thighs, my crotch. I didn't like what I saw. Need to shave, rumbled through my head.
You're gorgeous, love, Audrey said before her lips ghosted over my neck.
I adjusted in my chair, my brain acknowledging the feel of her thighs, cock, stomach, back against me. Pressing my head against her delightfully small breasts, I closed my eyes.
That's my girl, you should feel so good, she purred against my earlobe before sucking it between her warm lips.
My finger slipped into my cunt as Audrey's touch and Molly's picture engaged in twin touches.
Still your hand and I'll make love to my sweet girl, Audrey murmured. Her left hand cupped my breast and I shuddered into her warmth. Doesn't that feel good, little love?
I heard the camera snap and part of my thighs appeared on the screen below the minimized browser.
Her hand left my breast to press buttons on my computer; the webcam showed my naked torso and thighs to my knees. My love. My finger curled into me as she started kissing my neck. I saw the echo of Audrey's form around my flesh-and-blood body on the screen.
Go to sleep, my love, and relax into the orgasm I want to give you. Her lips were replaced by nibbling teeth as her words washed over my skin.
But I want to be awake for this pleasure, I argued. I shuddered hard. It didn't matter because I was coming hard against her loving body. The camera snapped repeatedly as the shuddering melted into writhing and I clung to her arm where it rested on my thighs. Love you, sweet Audrey.
Love you, cuddle up. She kissed my forehead, my closed eyelids, my mouth.
The camera snapped one last time. I can't wait to see those tomorrow, I murmured sleepily.
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Enjoy the other hot #MasturbationMonday hoppers and the lovely inspiration picture Kayla picked this week here: http://masturbationmonday.kaylalords.com/masturbation-monday-week-154-by-mollysdailykiss/