I think I may be giving you a little more, or maybe being just a little more tease-y. Sorry I missed last week; a rude woman made a trip to the park with the little girl I watch rather unpleasant as she freaked out because I was all covered up (ah duh, I'm allergic to the sun!). "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" rewrite is going well; I've been listening to it in Balabolka. Here's a link to two weeks ago so you can refresh your memory of what's happening if you'd like...
Tommy pulled the bottom of Vala's skirt and tucked it in the waistband. "We'll have to strip you before The Queen has too much more fun," he drawled. "Uh... I--" The Queen interrupted Vala by grabbing her boob and squeezing. "Finish whatever comes out of those lips of yours with his title." "Yes, my Queen," Vala whimpered. She turned her head to gaze wide eyed at Tommy. Tommy clicked his tongue. "Did just that little squeeze wipe your mind of what you wanted to say, girl?" "It seems we have taken the sex worker out of the girl." "It seems, my Queen. I like this girl who just shudders and moans between us." Tommy dragged his fingers up Vala's leg above the approaching electrical tape. Surprising Vala, The Queen cut the tape again. He pressed the end against her skin with his pinky finger brushing over her freshly shaved genitals. "Now that looks even better. Strip, " he ordered. Vala lowered her shaking leg to the floor before she struggle to stand. I've stripped in front of hundreds of men. Why is this so scary? They're already nude as usual. She yanked her skirt down and off; her tank top came off next, joining the pile of black cloth. "I think she needs a little more decoration, my Queen," Tommy murmured. "Hm. Maybe around these luscious, little breasts. I do want to keep her nipples out for our enjoyment." The Queen grasped one of Vala's nipples between strong thumb and forefinger. Tensed legs prevented Vala from falling to her knees. With a grin, The Queen said, "You may sit." Vala sank gratefully to the couch, even if the leather was startlingly cold on her naked thighs. The Queen pressed the tape to the top of Vala's left breast. "Yes, I do like your suggestion, Tommy. So pretty." Following The Queen's touch, Vala felt her skin and the contact with him like never before. Her breath released in a pleading moan. She went rigid to feel the scissors against the underside of her breast. "And the other," The Queen muttered before brushing his thumb over her other nipple. "My Queen," Vala breathed. "Such a sweet baby girl. Are you my baby girl?" The Queen growled. "Yes, my Queen," Vala whimpered. "Yours!" She gasped when he started the tape around her other breast. "I wonder, Tommy, if you would enjoy a blow job as I decorate her back." The Queen grinned and cut the tape. "I'd love one, my Queen," Tommy purred. Powered by Linky Tools Click here to visit the other #WipItUpWednesday hoppers!
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As I write this on Monday- I'd been debating what to blog on Tuesday, what to do in this scene I'm rewriting in "Gates of the Garden: Book Two"- twofold problem, 1) Plot lines mentioned originally had been removed and 2) Activity sandwiching the scene had the original scene being too short. I'm doing a lot of heavy work with "What would The Queen talk openly with Vala about and what wouldn't he?" And as I finish one coupling of The Queen asks-Vala answers, I find myself doubting the next couple. I played the scene in Balabolka and found it to be about 5 minutes; I'm still unsure if that's too short. I talk about the writing a little bit more in my vlog.
I want to ask opinions and I don't. Not just my main BR, but other author friends. I'm not sure what to snippet, who to ask, whose opinions I'd really appreciate and be able to use. But then I've also thought- what about all my talk in UU Lent about my virtual family, as I see The Queen and all of his? Maybe I'm not in touch with the characters enough and that's why I'm struggling? But that begs the question of what do I do to get more in touch with them. Of course, I was feeling ranty- "what to blog"- but the rant ended up going in my vlog. I sometimes wonder if there is some difficult intersections of things in my head, too many priorities and that causes the self doubt in my writing. Like "what would a good dom do/not do?" "Am I making Vala seem transphobic?" Social justice learning I've done since I first started the Vala's Story project was a huge piece of this rewrite. Eventually I'll need to look at the original (currently published) copy of "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" to see what's left, what else I need to cobble into the book. Then it will be on to reshaping "Skipping Down the Primrose Path: Book Three" if I don't work on one of my other WIPs. I'm also thinking ahead to May (National Masturbation Month for which Kayla at Masturbation Monday has special contests and inspiration pictures arranged). For the moment though, I am grateful that an author friend tagged me for a writing sprint on Facebook so having said my thoughts here, I'll go back to Gates and see if I can power through some writing without so much self doubt. First Rammstein though- maybe German music will convince The Queen to speak with me. While I've never written The Queen in a suit- when he's not in the board room, he's in jeans- something about Kayla's inspiration picture made me think of him and Iona early in their relationship and this is the masturbation that came of it... Iona passed one hand over the rose-scented bubbles before she cupped one breast, her fingers pinching her nipple. She gasped at the pleasant pain and then treated her other nipple to the same. She lifted her feet so her toes peeked through the bubbles. "I wonder how much longer..." She grinned at the outer door opening and closing. Letting her eyelids drift down, the scenes of that morning's lovemaking danced in front of her mind's eye. She pinched her nipples again, remembering his lips and teeth, their affectionate, passionate touch. Keys clattered on the desk. Shoes noisily hit a wall. Iona grinned. Should I finish my bath so I can tend him? We're still figuring out what he wants of me. Her hands traveled down her moist chest, then her stomach. His smile appeared in her mind's eye. Her nipples throbbed. "My Goddess, to be desired is good." "Sweet Freya, what beauty I see," The Queen's growl filled the quiet. Reaching beneath the water, she dragged her fingers over her freshly shaven labia. She listened close as the rustling of clothes sounded alongside the popping of bubbles. How I wish this tub was big enough for both of us. She opened her eyes only to find herself gazing into his crystal clear blue eyes. A pulse of arousal jumped in her clit; he had removed his suit jacket and tie and had released his long, black hair from the pony tail she'd carefully done for him. Her fingers dipped between her labia as she watched him undo one wrist button and then fold the sleeve up above his elbow. "Good girl." Still husky, but less growl, his words joined her stroking fingers. "Let me see you stroke your body to its fulfillment." The moments when his religion fill his words are so erotic. "Yes, my Queen." He unbuttoned his other sleeve. "Show me the pleasure in your beautiful eyes." Her lips parted, a puff of air slipping out. "Will the promise of a spanking over my knee and then hot wax help you orgasm?" "Yes, my Queen," she hissed. "And again if I allow?" "Yes, please, my Queen." Less and less bubble cover obscured his view of her finger sliding into her cunt. She reconnected her gaze to his only to find he'd never looked away to the rest of her body. Her hand sped up, making the water slosh around her. She pushed her middle finger as far as it would go into her cunt as her thumb worked on her clit. Candlelight reflected in his eyes. Her toes curled under the hot water. Left hand coming up to her right breast, she moaned. "If you just let your gaze drop slightly, you will see the color candle I chose." She pushed back against the tub. "I have not ordered you to look into my eyes." His laughter illuminated his comment. Biting her lip, she relinquished her needy grasp on his eyes to admire the candle. The scarlet wax had been poured into a mason jar. What appeared to be Nordic runes had been painted in black. Her body went rigid with an orgasm larger than she had experienced in solo masturbation. "My very good girl." He squatted beside the tub, holding onto its edge with his free hand. "Dry off and we will enjoy each other more?" "Yes, my Queen." She licked her lips. "Ah... ish mak dish." She coughed and then licked her lips again. "Hm. Lovely attempt at German, my dear. Yes, I will be very happy to have you writhing beneath me. I like you very much." He reached out with his tongue, brushing against her nipple. His hair brushed her breasts as it grew wet. "You are so beautiful when you come." "For you, my Queen." He kissed her hard. "For me." I had a plot twist from the Vala's Story book I'm working on in rewrites currently and it dripped over into today's Masturbation Monday :D . As I was writing, I told one of my beta readers, this is extreme for me. So enjoy some CBT and caning. --- With her long scarlet nails brushing the side of his shaft, Kaya led Ailin's cock and balls through the plastic base. "Please, my Lady," Ailin whimpered. Kaya clicked her tongue. "We're still figuring out things like how my closeness can make your hearing aids whine. So for now, I'm going to enjoy some CBT." "But your nails, my Lady." "You don't like the artificial nails? I'm enjoying them." Ailin dragged his teeth over his bottom lip. "Uh... they make it... difficult to be... obedient... my Lady." "But you're still so soft, my boy." Kaya traced around the head of his cock with the point of her nail. "I guess I should get your cock through the hole for it quick. Or are you still too anxious about your hearing aids to get an erection?" His head rocked to one side on his pillow and his hearing aid gave out a loud whistle. He rolled his head back into the middle of the pillow. Kaya grabbed the dry erase board. "That's one cane strike. What was that movement about?" "I... erection... um--" "Are you letting embarrassment about a normal thing make you cause your hearing aid to shriek?" "Yes, I'm sorry, my Lady." He groaned as she lead his cock through the second plastic plate. "What is that on the head of your cock?" Holding his foreskin down, although his hard shaft hardly needed it, she pressed her finger into a small bit of pre-cum. She led his right hand to his cock to take the place of her hand. Instantly he pulled his hand back, a string of pre-cum from his cock to his finger. She began to tighten one wingnut on the top board. "My Lady!" His head rocked back and forth against the pillow, forcing a series of whines to come from his ears. "Ugh!" With thumbs, she pressed against the tragus on both her ears. When he stilled and the sound stopped, she grumbled, "That's at least another five strikes. Are you intentionally earning yourself strikes, boy? I wonder if a posture collar would cause whining or not." "Please, my Lady." "Please what?" She went to work on another wingnut. He groaned, the sound long and harsh. "Uh, collar, please, my Lady." "We will experiment, in awhile." She gave the third wingnut a spin with her thumb. Among his desperate moans, she tightened the final wingnut. She reached between the plates to brush her fingernail over his compressed nuts. Her hand on his hip, she pushed him over onto his stomach. He cried out when his restrained genitals pushed into her bed. He lifted his hips. "Flat on the bed!" Kaya poked Ailin's ass with the cane's tip. "Yes, yes, oh sorry, my Lady," he babbled as he fell back into position. His hearing aids produced two long whistles. "Chin flat on the bed," Kaya barked. "Please oh please fuck hurt my Lady," Ailin babbled. "Eight." She brought the cane down on the curve of his buttocks. As he pulled in a breath to cry out, she delivered the next strike. "Fuck fuck fuck!" He screamed at the next two cane strikes, the acrylic burning paths across the tops of his thighs. "My title, boy?" She pressed the tip of the cane to his forehead. "Sorry, my Lady." He lifted his hips again, pain throbbing through his genitals. "Down!" She pushed an inch or so of the cane into his asshole. "My Lady, please!" He pushed down into her bed and immediately groaned at the shooting pain at the additional pressure. Without pause between she delivered another four cane strikes across his ass. She shoved him back over onto his back. Tears poured down his cheeks. She grabbed a bit of coconut oil from an open container and grabbed his red cock. "Come if you can." Sobbing and moaning, he writhed against the bed, his hearing aids wailing along with him as the semen rushed from his abused cock. Cane back in hand, she tapped the head of his cock with it, coaxing the orgasm to continue. "My, my Lady!" With a tensed neck, he managed to get his hearing aids to quiet. His feet pointed helplessly as a final bit of semen dripped from his cock. "Good boy." She quickly unfastened the ball crusher. "Go wash your hands so you can put away your hearing aids for the night. Then I'll cuddle you." "Yes, thanks, my Lady." Tears started down his cheeks again as he struggled to sit up and then get off her bed. "Thanks, my Lady." He struggled to his feet and then toward the doorway. His hearing aids screeched again.
Sighs, picked up babysitting hours so it made making the time to put together a post even less. And my Master's talk of "Missing maintenance spankings?" And me wanting to so unsubmissively wanting to say "What the fuck do you think?" I'm not sure how good at submitting Vala is being in this snippet from the rewrite of "Out of the Night: Book One" either :D
Continuing from last week: The evening before NYC Pride march and Vala's collaring, The Queen includes Vala in active BDSM play; Tommy gets involved in this part. Vala placed the magazine back on the table and looked up at him. "So?" The Queen pulled his chair so he faced Vala. He tapped his lap. Why did I decide no underwear like the guys? The heat in The Queen's eyes drew Vala into the moment. She lifted her right leg and placed her calf on his knee. The hardness of his knee under her soft calf made her think of his cock. The Queen grabbed a fresh roll of his favorite black electrical tape. His lips parted as he pressed the tape's end against her ankle. So very slowly, teasingly, he unwound the tape across her skin, creating a loose design of his choosing. He lifted her short skirt so it pooled around her upper thighs. Biting her bottom lip, Vala held in a breath at The Queen's fingers moving over her skin. "Look at you already so turned on and we just started. What would happen if I touched you--" his finger slipped between her cunt lips and moved over her clit before sliding into her very wet cunt, "here?" "Please, my Queen," Vala moaned. "But what are you begging for? Did you decide- most unsubmissely, I might add- that because I did not state it that you would have to beg to orgasm like my boys?" The Queen smirked at her gasp. "But you mentioned no safeword, playing like you do with your boys, my Queen," Vala whined. "Sh." His hand, smelling of her arousal, cupped her chin. "Yes, that is how we shall play, if you even find the word acceptable in this situation afterward. I expect you will beg to orgasm, restrain your body's response if I say no, and thank me for your release whenever and how often I decide to allow it." Vala tilted her head just the little bit The Queen's strength would allow so she could draw the tip of his middle finger between her lips. "And I am not a little boy you can redirect his interest by sucking on my fingers so I come fast." The Queen resumed taping Vala's right leg, the shiny black electrical tape. He leaned forward as the tape moved above her knee and onto her thigh. She yanked in a breath when he cut the tape near her inner thigh, one freezing cold blade pressing against where her scar rippled the skin. "Some day I think we might enjoy some knife play, when you prove you can take it," The Queen growled. "I added a fuck yeah to knife play, my Queen." "But you have to wait on my pleasure." "Yes, my Queen." Vala fought through the aching tension of her cunt as The Queen placed her foot on the floor; he tapped his knee again and she lifted her left leg into place. There's going to be a wet spot on this couch. She looked at her skirt that had fallen down. "Let me fix that," Tommy said as he sat next to her. "By your leave, my Queen?" The Queen nodded. "Since Vala did not mark multiple partners as a hard limit, she should get used to how often we play together from the beginning. Powered by Linky Tools Click here to enjoy the other WipItUpWednesday hoppers
So the rewrite of "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" is progressing even among my depression and frustration over "Autism Awareness Month" and some people just being truly shitty. I debated what to share here and decided I'm going to let you all read the first time Vala gets to experience BDSM, including power exchange, the day before The Queen collars her. It's over 3000 words so it'll take me a few weeks to share. I'm still hoping to get back to "Laura Learns," but haven't been able to with my depression. This was originally suggested by a person who couldn't believe how Vala *just accepted BDSM*- in his eyes. Except for a very bit at the beginning, I rewrote pretty much the whole scene because it never felt like it was mine. I'll probably give you about 500 or so words a pop :D I know... I'm a tease lol
In the Manhattan loft the night before her collaring, Vala experiences some amazing BDSM in The Queen's hands- Tommy and Simon find their way into the play too. "So you say you wanna try BDSM? You want to show you will enjoy the rough stuff Tommy and Simon do, that I have allowed you to see?" The Queen arched an eyebrow as Vala trembled against the couch. "Well yes. I've seen how you make them writhe and beg, my Queen. If vanilla sex with just a bit of the rough and none of the D/s is so good with you and your boys, I only imagine BDSM in its glory will be that much better." Vala chewed on her bottom lip as she considered his expression in reaction to her little speech. "Please. You must see that I'm ready, my Queen. I have as clear a bill of health as Dr. Karl will give me. I'm down to the lowest dose of nicotine gum. I filled out that BDSM questionnaire I found online so you know the very few things I'd consider hard limits, my Queen." "Those are all very good points. Do you think you are ready to play without a safeword, as I do with most of my slaves?" "I trust you enough, my Queen. Isn't my trust enough, my Queen?" "What a little tease you are, using my title every sentence like one of my fourth class." "Doesn't it prove I'm ready, my Queen?" Vala rose from the couch to kneel between his feet. "I need you, my Queen." "Since you beg so pretty." The Queen dragged his tongue over his lips. "While you are down there, lock the wheels on this chair." With two quick movements, Vala used her thumbs to engage the breaks on the front and back wheels of his office chair before climbing back onto the leather sectional. When he didn't say anything more for awhile, she leaned forward to read the cover of the magazine he'd put down on the table. "Rattan canes? Is that what Simon and Tommy carried in the other day?" "Yes. Read the article if you want, but canes are not for beginners. I would not use one on you, even if you begged for it." Vala cocked her head. "Even if I begged for it?" She curled a chunk of her hair around her finger and pulled it in front of her. She picked up the magazine and flipped through it. "I see you folded the corner of that article, my Queen." "Yes, but not for you." Vala pouted. "One of your slaves then?" He nodded. Vala traced her skimming with her index finger. "But this article only talks about pain, safety. You said that there's always a physical and a mental aspect to BDSM play." "There is, just some writers do not touch on both. It depends on what is most important to them." Powered by Linky Tools Click here to enjoy the other hoppers on the wonderful #WipItUpWednesday hop
BTW- if you particularly enjoy The Queen and would like to read some of my more religious, thoughtful, academic stuff, come back tomorrow because I'll being part 1 of an essay written in The Queen's POV about how he processes his UU-ism, his Norse Paganism, and his BDSM.
Learning about sexuality in so many forms, I value when people who have a gender and/or anatomy different than my own share their experiences. Looking at the video prompt Kayla gave us, I was lead to two thoughts: 1) guys with weight problems sometimes experience erectile dysfunction and 2) Gaelan and a dildo. I wanted to write in The Queen's POV and let meant approaching Gaelan's obesity as his Master experiences his boy as wonderfully attractive- rolls and all. Safer sex note: because of the testing schedule The Queen maintains in his polyamorous family, they don't use condoms. Using coconut oil as lubricant is wonderful (I often do), but it's only good when you don't have to use a latex barrier. "Now I saw an intriguing video of a man fucking himself on a dildo, but I do not want to make you work for your orgasm." The Queen traced his finger down the middle of Gaelan's naked chest. "My Queen?" Gaelan moaned. "I think this body prop should bring you up to the right height." "Right height, my Queen?" "Yes, love." The Queen brushed his dry fingers over Gaelan's magnificently hairy asshole. Gaelan trembled against the foam. "Here, my gorgeous boy." The Queen collected a fingerful of the new coconut oil-based lube Tommy had made for this play. He rubbed it over Gaelan's puckered asshole before grabbing more. Moving his hips, Gaelan encouraged The Queen to penetrate him. "Tell me what you want, love," The Queen growled. "I want to feel your finger inside my ass, my Queen," Gaelan begged. Grasping another fingerful of lube, The Queen gently pressed the tip of his finger against the muscles that strove to keep him out despite Gaelan's pleading. "Yes, yes, my Queen," Gaelan whimpered. He pushed down as The Queen slowly penetrated him. "Are you not going to beg to know more?" "No, my Queen. I trust you, my Queen." "That arouses me far more than you may ever know." The Queen leaned over and kissed Gaelan's tummy rolls repeatedly. He withdrew his finger and brought the fucking machine closer. "My Queen, thank you," Gaelan sobbed, as if imagining the waiting pleasure. "You are welcome, my love, my sweetest boy." The Queen slathered the rainbow-colored dildo with lubricant. He held on of Gaelan's asscheeks as he brought the machine forward, as the silicone eased into the asshole shining with oil. Once the dildo was shallowly seated within Gaelan, he took his greased hand to caress his boy's soft cock. "I want you to feel good, whether you get an erection or not, whether you feel the impulse to ejaculate or not. No begging for permission for anything, my love." "Yes, thanks, my Queen." Gaelan's eyelids slid down as The Queen started the machine, its thrusts gentle and regular as the dildo went deeper into him. The Queen crouched near Gaelan's chest. He rested his cheek so his lips pressed against one nipple. "Does that feel good?" "Yes, thanks, my Queen," Gaelan hissed with his pleasure. "I love watching you feel so much," The Queen cooed before kissing the nipple that rested against his lips. He smiled when Gaelan wrapped his arms awkwardly around his neck and shoulders to hold on through his ecstasy. "My Queen! Love you, my Queen! Thanks. Oh, yes!" The Queen tightened his neck, choosing to avoid damaging Gaelan's pleasure by the acknowledgment of him having an erection or not. "Love you, my pooka." "Please kiss me, my Queen!" Gaelan cried out. The Queen possessed Gaelan's lips with a hard kiss. He thrust his tongue into Gaelan's mouth, his hands moving to cup his submissive's head. His arousal tightened and then relaxed in his body. He pressed his pelvis against the foam. His eyes closed. "Love, thanks, uh, Queen, yes," Gaelan babbled against The Queen's lips. Hungry for his love, The Queen started kissing Gaelan again as he came in his jeans, the warm cum encouraging his cock to slide against the inside of the zipper. He opened his eyes to see Gaelan's face tighten. He started the kiss again before Gaelan could beg. He kissed through the quivering release that he figured would mean cum in his hair as it moved against his love's stomach. He kissed Gaelan until the pressure of his jeans became too much and he backed off the kiss. "Thanks, my Queen," Gaelan said the moment his lips were free. His eyes rolled up in his head. "My Queen, I... I can't... more." The Queen pressed the off button on the fucking machine. "My love, my life, let us go shower." "Yes, my Queen."
And this book is off to 2 BRs- I still have space for a BR who's particularly interested in social justice work; would that be you? I hope to figure out editing (affording one that is) and moving on to ARCs as soon as possible.
I moved a little further in the early part of the book; this is still before Mearr decides on Vala for her new name. Ailee is helping Mearr take a bath. "You know, one of the reasons I started doing drugs in the first place was just to feel normal in my own body. But I found I couldn't feel normal without them." Mearr sat in a folding metal chair beside the bathtub while Ailee pulled back part of the curtain. She leaned over her right leg and began to loosen the laces and buckles of her combat boots. "I can't remember the last time I took these things off," she murmured thoughtfully, easing a boot off. "Hell, I can't even remember the last time I got to do more than wash up in a public bath." "Aw, would you accept my phone number? I'd rather you give me a ring than have you doing the public bathroom thing." Mearr smiled at Ailee. "Thanks, but--" "I don't expect anything in return, just like The Queen. Can't someone just be a good person and help?" After pulling off her right boot, Mearr set to work on the left. "Not too many people do that in my experience." "I'm sorry to hear that." The Queen chuckled and added, "I am a firm believer in a bubble bath every day." "Bubble bath?" She laughed. "I wouldn't picture you being into that. Little too soft." Ailee leaned close and whispered, "He loves spoiling his submissives and partners." Mearr peeled off her socks and stood. "Oh does that ever feel good." "That's how I feel about heels. I only wear them for shoots." Ailee checked on the temperature of the bath water. Mearr grabbed the bottom of her tank top and yanked it off. Sucking in a deep breath and with careful movements she undid the button on the top of her leather pants and pulled the zipper down. Hands on the waist of her jeans, she glanced at Ailee. "Shy?" "You'll be disgusted." Mearr stuck out her bottom lip. "No. Do you think I'll judge you because I'm a model and you aren't?" Ailee countered. "Maybe." "Never. I maintain this body with constant working out, more than I expect most would want to." Leaning close to Ailee to whisper, Mearr said, "I have a lot of scars." "It's okay. I'll still be dreaming on calling my domme and begging for the chance to enjoy cuddling with you, if you'll even allow that." "Why wouldn't I? You're beautiful!" Powered by Linky Tools Click here to enjoy the other WipItUpWednesday hoppers... 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.
It took me a bit to decide what I wanted to share, but I figured getting my post set up was better than struggling to finish the figging scene I'm currently writing in "Out of the Night: Book One." Yes, I said a figging :D It's not until the end of the book though and I may say that you have to read the book to get it :D hehe I love being a tease!
So yes, this is a little bit further from what I shared last... week, I think. They're still settling into The Queen's Manhattan loft after he went to the coffee house to bring Mearr home. "The Queen and most of his boys aren't really typical men and the lofts have gotten a few women's touches." Ailee shed her boots and thick winter jacket before sitting on a large, comfortable-looking black sectional. "So, Mearr, how about I put you on the couch next to Ailee? I need to take care of some things while Tommy runs a bath for you." The Queen struggled with his combat boots and then tossed his own trench to the floor. "Uh... I..." Mearr sputtered, absolute terror entering her eyes upon seeing the massive, silk-covered bed in the far right corner of the room. The Queen laid his hand on her cheek. "Stop," he commanded. "There is no reason for fear. I am not going to take advantage of you." Mearr nodded her head though her fearful expression didn't change. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she clung to The Queen. She pressed her face against his neck. "Hon, he's not going to rape you," Ailee soothed. "Why don't you come sit with me?" "Okay. Shit, that bump on the head must have fucked me harder than I thought." Mearr released The Queen's neck and slipped to her feet. She shrugged her trench off and sank to the couch beside Ailee. Shivering, she huddled close to the corner. "Let me grab you a blanket," Dr. Karl offered. "I take it that this chaos is regular?" Mearr asked Ailee. Ailee leaned her head back against the couch. "His sub Simon tries to keep order, but yeah, it's regular. Well a regular under the ceremony The Queen loves and Simon's order. Somethings can be depended on like if The Queen is going to call a formal dinner, it'll be at six." As The Queen settled in to use his computer, Mearr studied the packed bookcase between the desk and the couch on which she and Ailee sat. Her gaze eagerly moved over a few intriguing titles: Anthem by Ayn Rand, The Chalice and the Blade: Our History, Our Future by Riane Eisler, Beyond Good and Evil by Friedrich Nietzsche, The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein. "Do you remember the last time you ate?" he asked offhandedly. She wrinkled her nose. "Uh... not really." Dr. Karl approached with a red afghan. "Maybe you can tell Tommy something small you'd like to eat?" The Queen snorted. "You were about to go dom on her and you know that doesn't help usually," Dr. Karl scolded. "I'm not hungry!" Mearr glared at The Queen. The Queen spun around in his chair. "You have starved yourself for far too long and you will not be allowed to continue that in my house. You will eat by your own will or will be forced to eat. Do you understand?" he questioned with tight lips and furrowed brow. "Ye... yes," she stammered, her eyes wide with fear and astonishment. "How about a smoothie?" Tommy asked. "Oh, okay, thanks," Mearr said and sank back into the couch. Her mood changed again, her fearful expression melted into a pensive frown. She watched Tommy cross the loft again. The center of the room contained a full kitchen with a stove, refrigerator, an island with cupboard space below its Formica counter top, and a freestanding basin; Ailee patted Mearr's knee before saying, "How ever long you stay, enjoy yourself. The Queen will fix anything you let him." "Can I get a break?" The Queen grinned at Ailee. "And it is not just about fixing, but empowering people to utilize agency we're all born with but oppression strips from us. And Mearr, you are a gorgeous woman." Powered by Linky Tools Click here to view the other hoppers this Linky Tools list... |
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