I live and write BDSM. Age 18+. Scarleteen is great for under 18.
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.”
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.
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.
While I wrote a 2-paragraph post that went up yesterday, I wanted to simply some of the images into a 6-line poem.
Child alive- her existence confirmed with new name and pronouns
Must we go to the city to feel comfortable and alive?
I conjured few dreams because those are for her
Happiness, queerness, community
Transgender and agender- we're together again.
Can't be the only reason I don't grieve.
Enjoy the other great Rainbow Snippets sharings here- both fiction snippets and book recommendations.
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.
"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.
"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."
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.
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/
Something about the picture drew me to continue with Johnnie and Pilo (part 1 here). Now I've learned it's a myth that doctors surgically make more babies with intersex bodies "into girls"; it is possible to surgically make indeterminate genitals into a penis and testicles depending on what's there. I mean, we're talking about babies, not the chronological adults you'll see on my page. I still haven't gone to any of the pages I've studied to figure out what *disorder* (to use the medical term that many people with intersex bodies hate, but is correct in the medical model) might have caused Pilo's intersex *condition* (yes, another word disliked by intersex activists).
Pilo pulled Johnnie's bottom lip into their mouth and sucked. They grasped his ass with both hands. Smiling even as they kissed him, their tongue moved to mute his groans. A pulse of pleasure teased at their belly. Fingers pulling his asscheeks apart, they fitted their smooth bodies together.
The candle on the vanity sputtered, but wax moved and the flame resumed its previous strength.
"Funny how I think smooth, but you are not so smooth. This wonderful, wonderful hair." They rubbed their mound against Johnnie's pubic hair.
He gasped. "Please, please." Tightening his legs, the water made him feel unsteady as he quivered.
"I cannot wait to enjoy you more. Maybe we can go to Planned Parenthood together after food?"
"Yes. Gloves and dams and more so we're ready." He kissed them after his words fell away. Leaning his head against the shower wall, his breaths came in pants through his flared nostrils.
Pushing their legs together so their captive bead rested on their clit, they enjoyed the minimum pleasure they could there. "I should say--"
He relinquished their mouth to murmur, "You already hinted at what those awful surgeons did. We will have to learn where else in your body you feel pleasure. Your lips and mouth work just fine."
"I knew I did right saying yes for a change." They drew him back into the kiss, reassured of his respect for their nonbinary-ness. Their hands slid into, over his black buzz cut. Eyelids sliding closed, they focused on his kiss and taking careful steps as he guided them under the shower head. Like electricity, arousal moved over their skin with the water. A sob escaped their lips as he kissed his way down their jaw and then to their neck. They tilted their head just so to find Johnnie's carbon black eyelashes against his upper cheeks as he caressed their skin.
"Wish more could see how gorgeous you are," he murmured against their skin.
They clung to his shoulders. "Knowing you see it is more than enough for me."
"I want to explore you from top to bottom until you feel as good as you make me."
"Do we need tests more than barriers?"
He shook his head. "Both." Reaching around them, he quickly turned off the water. "You make me not want to wait. Let's eat and go get some latex before we violate our ethics."
"I'm allergic to latex." They frowned.
"PP must have other options." He grabbed a rust red-colored towel from a shelf and wrapped it around their shoulders. Kissing them hard on the lips, he moved the towel down their back as the shudders worked from his hips to his knees. As if the separation hurt, he grimaced while stepping back to dry their chest, the sloping plain of muscle so like a paler version of his own. "Grilled cheese, PP, and cuddle."
"Sounds good." They led his towel covered hands between their legs. "I'm not very sensitive there, but it hurts when anything gets caught on the jewelry." Sniffing, they licked their lips. "The captive bead reminds me of what the doctors stole."
"My dear Pilo, at least they didn't take the chance for us to meet or your handsome green eyes." Johnnie accepted the towel from Pilo and dried himself off. "How about Blue is the Warmest Color after PP?"
"And cuddles? I'd like that."
So I wound up with a self-conscious post for MM, as in, in the post I talk about the fact that the writing is for MM :D . When I came to Weebly to create the post, I was amused to find that I wrote about Audrey and I last week. If/when I manage the challenge I make to Audrey, if will mean that I will need to share the link with all of you. Yes, I wanted to make my Audrey come and we both enjoyed ourselves.
"Forget the picture. It's not working for you exactly," Audrey whispers.
I sit on the bed and place my feet between her legs. "Does that mean I can't oil up your cock and slowly stroke it?"
"Heh. If that's the way the picture inspires you, love, go for it. I'd love to feel your beautiful hand caressing me." She groans at my first slow caresses as I reach for the warming oil with my other hand.
"How long since you've come, my love?" I lick my lips.
"Long enough ago that you might encourage me to come, although I'm wondering what you plan to do with my cum." Her thigh tenses beneath my legs.
"Are you still fertile, my dearest Audrey?"
Her quiet, bass voice presses kisses of molten arousal to my skin as she answers, "No, sweet. This body is too old."
"Not too old to give us both pleasure." I look to her gorgeous hazel eyes as I tip the opened oil bottle over her
hardening cock. "It's moments like this that I particularly appreciate your intact cock, its foreskin adding so much pleasure when I touch you like this."
"Yes." Her eyes slip closed as my hand starts moving up and down gently. "When you sit close like this, I swear I'm ready to come far faster than with my submissives."
"Might it be that this isn't a time with a lot foreplay of any sort? While it might not work for Masturbation Monday, I want to challenge us as lovers to engage in foreplay of a lengthy time, some time, some time when we're both feeling our love and attraction so much that it becomes the opposite of needy hurt." I rub my thumb over the head of her cock, my palm against her foreskin that's fallen back slightly in her arousal. I move to my shins, my knees pressing against her balls.
"Baby?" Her voice is moaned whisper.
I lean over so I can press my breasts into a tunnel for her cock to move in. "I love feeling your skin slide over mine like this." When she thrusts up into me, I lean just enough farther to kiss the precious head of her cock. I press my knees just so against her balls, giving just that much sensation to the both of us. I notice a gleam of pre-cum and with the tip of my tongue, I collect her warmth.
"My girl." She trembles at me releasing my breasts with one hand to wrap it around the base of her shaft. "Lover."
I shift my attention to between my legs; her love and arousal have me close to orgasm as well, even with no touches to my clit, my cunt, my asshole. Or are those just words for BDSM?
Her body's sudden rigidity draws my gaze back to her face, her lips open and her face tensed as the rest of her body. Balls tighten against my knees the moment before her warm cum shoots across the pale tops of my breasts, my chin, just into my mouth.
"Love you, my Audrey." I release her cock and rise to kneeling between her legs. My hand skitters through her cum before traveling to my clit. "Love you so much." Fast with her cum, my fingers thrum against my clit and in a moment, I'm coming hard, gyrating over her. A gasp and I've fallen onto her, my stomach pressing against her still hard cock.
Her cum, my cum, we slid against each other with our fast breaths from our pleasure.
"Come here, little girl," Audrey murmurs as she draws me to rest my head on her breasts, my legs falling to either side of her torso. She licks her cum off my chin before penetrating my mouth with her tongue, her arms holding me tight in our love.
So I sent "Backward Dating" to one BR- I still need to touch bases with the wheelchair user who offered to read. I amused myself by creating chapter and giving them names, but not trying for any sort of average word count in them; this is after all my book and if I'm not writing for a more mainstream press, would you expect something mainstream from me? :D That leads me to the announcement of Cuil Press- currently in the creation phase. Cuil Fiction- a term coined by Michon Neal and explained by hir here in a video (and make sure to turn up your volume to hear Michon; ze is quiet)- intersectional, inclusive, mind expanding (those are just some words that come to my mind when I think of Cuil Fiction). This will go through the special to Cuil Press step of "sensitivity editing"- Michon explains the process ze does here. We're hoping this book will be ready for publication by July.
I debated what sort of snippet to share this week, after all I have a polyamorous-v in this story. Arguing that it's more than a matter of semantics, but of identity, having three people engaging in a specific form of non-monogamy has me considering all sorts of things- even "the word menage is getting on my nerves." But I finally decided to go with a snippet of Ocean being a little bit dommy with Naveed on the day they meet.
Naveed pressed his hands against his wheelchair's armrests.
So much pain. I wish I could give him something to smile about. "So I'm the hinge?" Ocean grinned at Naveed.
"It would seem with Suvi being monogamous." Naveed sighed. "Sorry, I'm trying to be less prickly. The only reason I got to come here this year was winning my badge from a website. I'm not even sure where I'm sleeping tonight."
"Maybe you could sleep with me, I mean, in my room?" Ocean suggested.
"I would like that, yes."
Ocean sucked hir bottom lip between hir teeth, hir goatee tickling hir tongue. "Have you, I mean, I find you so attractive."
"Me?" Naveed chuckled. "Here I was thinking what a beauty you are." Leaning forward, he placed a delicate hand on Ocean's knee. "I haven't had any surgeries, if that's what you stopped yourself from asking. Even if I could afford it, it's hard to convince a doctor that gender confirming surgeries are worth the risk when you have fibromyalgia."
Ocean nodded. "I... um... managed to escape any of the surgeries that too often people born with intersex traits are subjected to. Even if I don't look very binary."
Naveed laid his hand on top of Ocean's hand, the reddish brown skin startling even against Ocean's light tan skin.
His touch feels so good. "Do you still want to stay with me?" Ocean swallowed hard, not having meant to get so serious so fast.
"Of course. Our bodies and brains are complex, right?" Naveed smiled. "Here comes Suvi with a plate for one of us."
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