I had a thought about this hop- I'm glad it's not just about selling books; if it was, I'd be a huge failure because I always have several WIPs going so what I share can vary so much and "soon to be published" is an incredibly relative term in my life. But I saw Meredith mentioning the day of the week on Facebook and so I was reminded to sign up.
Now to tell you about what I'm sharing. My current focus is my Vala's Story serial/series and I've started at the beginning with "Out of the Night: Book One"- it's getting a serious rewrite. Some plot lines are being scraped, some added, some things just edited. It really doesn't make to give snippets from the very first pages of the story; things progress very quickly to the first problem. So I decided to skip to when The Queen is taking Mearr (that would be Vala's birth name) back to his loft in Manhattan. I don't think much of anything needs explanation; although in the rewrite I have started with characters' thoughts in italics. I can't make any promises, but at least for this sharing, it's all from one character's POV. --- "Where are we going?" Mearr asked as The Queen turned a corner and headed towards what looked like a small apartment building. "To my loft," The Queen replied as he continued down the street. As they drew close to the white door, a gorgeous man with his own jet black hair and smoky blue eyes leaned out the doorway. "My Queen?" "So good to see you at the door, Tommy. I ran away without thinking. At least there is not too much snow right now," The Queen said as he walked into building. "I'm not an invalid," Vala snarked. "Is that your way of saying you would like to walk up the stairs yourself?" The Queen laughed. "Tommy, what floor did you and Iona set up?" "Two, my Queen." He's into BDSM. "I can do a flight of stairs." The moment The Queen put her down, Mearr moved to a banister and started up the high stairs. "Ailee texted if she can stay here tonight rather than driving all the way home. Her plane just got in," Tommy said. "That is fine. Mearr might enjoy another woman to hang out with." I'm not that sick. I can do this. Mearr shivered and pulled her coat tighter around her. "Fuck!" "What's the matter?" Tommy asked. "Daniel cut my trench!" Mearr fumed. "I can buy you a new one," The Queen offered. "My Queen, money doesn't fix everything," Tommy joked. "I just want to help," The Queen protested. With a soft smile, he met Mearr's gaze when she looked over her shoulder at him. She paused and clung to the railing. "Help?" The Queen offered. "Well it seemed you were willing and able to carry me up these stairs. Still willing?" Mearr asked. "Of course." The Queen wrapped his arms around Mearr's waist, holding her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. "There we are," he murmured as he started up the stairs again. Powered by Linky Tools Click here to view the other hoppers on this Linky Tools list...
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I'm having a UU-focused weekend as I write this... and focused on The Queen and Synn-weekend :D They're also the characters I'm "having a conversation with" for UU Lent. They liked my idea that they would be good for the theme of partnership. So my two men took a look at the picture Kayla found for us; The Queen enjoyed all the pretty rope and Synn said "Why not?" I did at one point in the writing pause to post on Facebook: #pmwriting You pause to remember you're write a short sex scene meant for a blog post, not something for a novel. So you shouldn't still be doing set up 398 words in. Yeah, I ended up with nearly 1K with this intro :D
--- "You want to play a little? Let me tie you up and blindfold you?" The Queen pressed his thumb against Synn's bottom lip. "When you look at me that way." Synn kissed The Queen's thumb. "Since it doesn't have to be about D/s, just you and I enjoying ourselves." "I hope you will enjoy it as much as me." The Queen wrapped his arms around Synn's waist and pulled him close for a hug and kiss. "Love you, so much." He kissed Synn again, his tongue plunging between the sweetly parting lips. Feels so good in my arms. Want to make you come again and again, my love. Synn took a backward step, pulling The Queen with him. "Come on. Make us feel good," he murmured against The Queen's lips. He moved his hips in small circles, rubbing their cocks against each other. "What do you have going on in this head of yours? Do I need a safeword?" "Nah. Not gonna make you beg to come. If something gets to be too much, just say," The Queen mumbled as he took up leading them to Synn's bed. He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip as he grabbed a coil of red nylon rope he'd brought, hoping. Each loop he made around Synn's right wrist felt like a stroke to his hardening cock. "Your bed is made for bondage." "Yes," Synn purred. He slipped onto his back on his bed. After resting his head on his pillow, he lifted his hands, pressing his fists down beside his pillow. "You make me think of romance books laying like that." The Queen secured the rope to an eye bolt in wood.. "And now the other hand. You look so good tied up." He moved around the bed, grabbing another coil of rope as he passed the nightstand. He licked his lips. "You're trying not to say things you would to one of your subs, huh?" Synn laughed. "When you look so good that way?" The Queen traced his index finger down the middle of Synn's chest. "Well we have never quite said there is a line between lover and submissive, you and I who interact intimately more often with those submissive to us." He tied the second coil of rope "Do you need me to be quiet or can you tied my ankles faster? Just guessing that's what you're planning?" "Shins, I think, so your legs are spread open and I can enjoy your cock. Just seeing how hard the preparations have made you." The Queen dragged his hand over Synn's cock, smearing pre-cum with his movement. He focused on the rope, the loops around Synn's shin. Pulling the leg so his knee pressed against his stomach; he groaned to see an eye bolt in the right place to tie off this rope. "Of course I know you might not even hear, so into tying me up you are," Synn commented. "Hm. Yes." The Queen finished off the knot against Synn's other shin and then lead the rope to the headboard. "And you are just as hard, my love." He opened the bottle of warming oil and let a short stream pour down on Synn's cock and balls. He reached with both hands to caress his lover. "I thought you planned to blindfold me?" Synn moaned with the pleasure of The Queen's attentive hands. "Maybe later." The Queen gazed into Synn's eyes as he wrapped one hand around Synn's cock. "Yes, yes!" Synn pushed against The Queen's hand, even if his bound legs prevented him from thrusting his hips. "Trying to come fast?" The Queen rubbed Synn's balls with his other palm. "I am sure you would never do that." Synn grunted his pleasure. "Just enjoying. That oil must be something special." "Just a few warming oil Tommy made. Like?" His gaze dropped to Synn's cock as his stroking sped up. "Love it. Nearly as much as I love you." The Queen used his thumb to rub oil over Synn's frenulum. His other hand slid down from Synn's balls. "Please, finger my ass," Synn whimpered. His head rocked back when The Queen's finger slid into his asshole. "Yes!" The Queen rubbed his finger against Synn's wall until he felt the prostate. He looked to Synn's shaking thighs and sighed. Releasing the cock for a moment, he poured more oil over his left hand before insinuating a second finger into Synn's asshole. "Yes, love!" Synn shot a stream of cum, the gorgeous whiteness landing on his lower stomach. "Good boy," The Queen murmured. He stroked just the head, his thumb pressing with intensity to draw out Synn's orgasm. He groaned with surprise as he came from Synn's passionate response, his cum mingling with Synn's. "This is why I wanted to see." Synn's asscheeks flexed as he clasped The Queen's fingers inside him. The Queen slipped his fingers out of Synn, pressing them against his thigh. He laid his head in the pool of their cum, his cheek pressed against Synn's softening cock. He kissed the nearer inner thigh. "I wanna fuck your ass now." "Yes," Synn sighed. "Just a moment, love, then yes, again and again until we're ready for a shower."
I debated what to share; I of course have several WIPs, even if one has my main attention atm. I've been having a super hard time with my bipolar and how it makes dealing with life's issues trickier. While I know that Meredith has been enjoying my sharing from "Backward Dating," I've put it on a back burner at withdrawing it from the publisher I had expected to work with; the editor simply had no clue what my vision was and was trying to force me into a mainstream editing box.
So instead, I'm going to start sharing from "Vala's Hearing Loss." Yes, I'm a tease- this is a spin-off of my "Vala's Story" series/serial; I'm not sure when it'll be published because I also need to get back to work on the rewrite of "Out of the Night: Book One" that was stopped by my previous laptop dying. If you'd like to read a complete scene from it, you can enjoy a scene from later in the book inspired by a Masturbation Monday picture here. However today for this hop, I'm going to share a snippet of the beginning of the book.
Vala held her head with both hands as the ringing tortured her ears.
"My... my—" Vala heard Eoin calling as if from a distance. "Sh, boy," Vala murmured. "Go get me two aspirin and some water. Please be quiet when you return. My ears are ringing." She watched his lips move as he obviously paid her respect and worried. She lay back on her bed and closed her eyes. Soma sat quietly beside Vala. She placed her hand on her Lady's shoulder. Taking her girl's hand, Vala led Soma to stroke her temples. "My love, please see if Adan or Ailin are free. I can't hear anything but this fucking ringing." Soma cupped Vala's cheek and nodded. As Soma left the room, Vala got up to turn off the overhead light before she moved to light her purple three-wick candle on her dresser. As she relaxed on her bed again, Eoin and Simon appeared at the door. "You didn't need to get Simon." She gasped as her own voice multiplied the pain in her head. Adan came in behind Eoin. She signed, "Your eyes hurting?" Vala signed, "No." "Our Lord was in the bathroom," Adan explained. "I can't hear anything but this ringing," Vala signed. Adan's lips moved as she interpreted for Simon. After a second, she started signing, "If you don't start hearing again in twenty minutes, our Lord wants you to send a sub to tell him." "Yes, my Lord," Vala signed. She popped the aspirin into her mouth and washed them down with a gulp of water. She beckoned for Soma to return to her and signed, "More." Soma grinned and started rubbing Vala's temples again. Powered by Linky Tools Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list... So the inspiration picture Kayla found for this week causes lots of pondering and brainstorming with my BR for my Vala's Story-verse; at one point, I posted on Facebook: #pmwriting in which Joelle ponders "Yes, there are two unbound clitorophalluses in the Masturbation Monday inspiration picture, but do I want two in the scene I'm writing?" Ha! Phalluses or phalli is correct; I just thought to look as I was putting this post together. But now because you came here for some masturbatory-worthy hotness, let me give you Ailee and Sanura... Sanura pulled her hips back, the thick, medium brown-colored dildo sliding out of Ailee's cunt. "Want my unbound clitorophallus in your mouth?"
"Always," Ailee growled and scuttled backward onto her knees. She batted her mascara-laden eyelashes as Sanura rose to her feet. Opening her mouth wide, she moaned as the two inch girth slid over her red lipstick adorned lips carrying with it the taste of her last orgasm and hints of the water-based lubricant they both loved. One small hand slipped into Ailee's hair as Sanura appreciated her kneeling. "I love it when you put make up on just for me to enjoy you. Just so I can mess it up in my enjoyment of you." She clenched her fingers in the platinum blond tresses before patting them down again. "Take some more, love." Grasping at breathes through her nose, Ailee reached up to hold Sanura's narrow hips. Her eyelids dropped down when the sculpted vein that had given her such pleasure in her pussy pressed down on the far back of her tongue. She fucked the air and listened to Sanura's moans; the new harness was making the dildo rub her clit as the store keeper promised it would. "Can you come from me fucking your beautiful face?" Sanura taunted. Tears sprang to Ailee's eyes; her eyelashes clung to her skin. She let her hand slid down to caress between Sanura's legs, anywhere her fingers could bring more pleasure. "That's my girl. Make us both come again." Sanura's hand wrapped itself in Ailee's hair as the other cupped her wet cheek. "Are you imagining your running mascara not even showing up on my black skin?" Ailee grunted around the silicone filling her mouth. Her hips loosened further, dropping her labia to thick, rough carpet that covered her bedroom floor. Hand still on Sanura's hip slid to her ass as she chocked herself on her lover's clitorophallus. "Yeah, just like that," Sanura groaned as they both pressed close for a moment before shuddering apart. She dropped to the floor beside Ailee and led her blond head to rest on her breast. "We'll go shower in a bit. I just wanna hold you a moment." "Yes, love. You always fuck me so good." She smiled as Sanura wiped her cheeks with her hair. Context: word choice used by BDSM practitioners with a white racialized identity that would be considered a slur by many if not most people of color. Also descriptions of sexuality, which include statements about rape.
It seems funny that I'm editing and reblogging this post on my Master's birthday; my birthday is on Friday. I started with an unpublished excerpt from the tentatively titled: "So Many Changes: Book Eight" (of the Vala's Story series.)- I am reminded I'm hopelessly behind my hoped-for publishing schedule :(. The Queen hummed to himself as he pulled objects out of the box. Prisca watched The Queen. "You look overstuffed with joy, playing with those things for Vala, my Queen." "Yes." The Queen patted his bed beside him. "I have not had as much time to make up for Vala's rotten upbringing, as I have with you and some of my other slaves." "Simon gone to get the rest of the stuff, my Queen?" The Queen nodded. "Is this not wonderful? A rag doll in Bavarian dress." He smoothed the doll's long, fire engine red braids. He gently placed the doll back in the box. Prisca leaned against The Queen's side. "It's lovely to see how excited you get about doing stuff for us slaves, my Queen." The Queen held Prisca to his chest. "Well you all bring me such pleasure." He gazed into Prisca's face for a moment before catching her lips with his and kissing her roughly. "Love you, my Queen." Prisca gasped and brought her arms up to The Queen's shoulders. In the Vala's Story series, Vala experiences two birthdays: the 19th and 20th. Above is an excerpt from the scene in which The Queen is preparing Vala's 20th birthday gift. His other slave Prisca watches on as he loads things into a large box for Vala. Does this look like what *you* think love *should* look like? Originally this post was largely inspired by something that happened on Goodreads- as a newbie self-publisher, I made the mistake of joining an "all genre" indie review group. Live and learn :D but even with "Fifty Shades of Grey" being so read, plenty of people just really don't understand what's meant by "A BDSM book." One reviewer- having been given the option to refuse my book because of its graphic nature- exchanged private messages with me; I was confused at how she misunderstood the relationships between The Queen and his slaves. Where I saw loving care, she saw "degradation and violence." Now let me backtrack a moment. While we shouldn't be stuck in our pasts, they certainly influence our futures. For me, the subjects of love, sex, and BDSM start with a relationship between my parents (still married) that I saw as not particularly loving. Then having received abstinence-only sexual education, my hymen was broken by an older boy without my knowledgeable or legal consent at age 13 and was totally unprepared to understand what had happened. My parents didn't react in a helpful way and in my small town middle school, the opinion was that I hadn't been raped, that I'd been willing. So began my push out of my introversion into notoriety. I went the "path of promiscuity" in responding to my rape experiences. During this time, I also came out as bisexual. And I had my first loving-a-female experience, like Vala's first female love is Iona. I'm not sure where in all these experiences of mine it happened, but "love" and "sex" became separate things in my mind, unlike the "typical" American female, it seems. In the next years followed various sex work experiences, from trading sex for drugs as a bored suburban teenager to writing erotica to performing in live sex shows on the Internet. -- Of course this was before I met Michon Neal- ze's given me so many helpful words; I suggest you take yourself on over to hir Patreon https://www.patreon.com/michon, help a writer out, and learn something. Within those years, I learned about BDSM. I was immediately infatuated, completely smitten. But I was never looking just to engage in casual play, of a dominant "scene-ing" with me in a public play space. From the very beginning, I was looking for the Master or Mistress who I could submit to and love who would love me in return. I couldn’t accept that a continuous, loving relationship with a Dominant was impossible. Well, I've had my struggles- first off, I never found my "Iona," my female dominant who isn't of the "lick my boots" stereotype. I was absolutely in love with Tom, the dominant on whom The Queen was originally based on, but that relationship didn't work for a variety of factors, many of them outside his or my control. I waited about three months like a lovesick puppy for him to get in touch with me after he lost his living space and had to move, but it never happened. Thankfully my Master was waiting... and pushing me to "shit or get off the pot" (as He's fond of saying.) In this case, that meant admitting that Tom wasn't coming back and I'd better beg my Master's collar because He was here, attracted to me, and I to Him. Well I sit here about 16-ish years after the collaring now. We've been through a failed triad- the other leg was my ex husband. My Master and I have experienced financial difficulties, moves, learning to be parents along with our BDSM relationship. We do indeed love each other and I don't think that at all weakens the BDSM relationship. Now I know the ways we show our love won't ever show up on a Hallmark greeting card. If He was to bring me a dozen roses for Valentine's Day, I'd ask Him why He wasted the money. And I'd never get Him any sort of card for any holiday or situation; nope, if I'm thinking right, the "gift" would be a blowjob. To show "loving care," He's most likely to take me over His knee and give me a spanking; that's something I'll appreciate far more than a heart-shaped box of chocolates. And a simple grope of my chest, my ass as I'm doing something mundane like dishes, Master knows I love that and He enjoys such as well. Of course, in showing love, for my Master and I, we get beyond even the cultural taboo of BDSM activities to polyamory. I can't understand a love that requires two people to never have sexual activities with anyone but each other. Of course, He and I have our understandings about it, as any polyamorous couple does. However, when He has sex with another woman, I know it doesn't mean He loves me any less. While we've been a long time without "a third," our interests, needs, wants, and where we live makes finding *her* tricky- I've taken to using the phrase "Mx. Right" because I'm open to feminine people of any gender, while I think He mostly wants me to have a "girlfriend" who can take some of the stress of being a partner to a Bipolar, Autistic woman (me) off His shoulders. A happy triad might be nice in theory, but it's too easy to look like "unicorn hunters" or to in fact act like them, so what I envision today is a polyamorous-V... when I'm only thinking of flesh-and-blood people. It's not mainstream, but it's what love looks like for my Master and I. Something about the inspiration picture made me think of The Queen and Greta when they were moving from "friends in the BDSM scene" to "Master and slave" or maybe "Dominant and submissive"- I can't imagine personally making the switch in roles that Greta did.
--- "So now what will please me?" The Queen wondered aloud, his grin stating that he wasn't asking Greta's opinion. Her fingers rested between her cunt lips as he'd placed them. Not going to look at the floggers and crops and other things he's used on me. He must have needed this as much as I. Pleasant aches played across her skin and in her muscles where the impacts had made her scream and beg to come. "Look at you with you fingers right where I told you to put them, but not moving. Not going to try for an orgasm without my permission?" The Queen chuckled. "No, my Queen," Greta whimpered. Her nipples tightened as if he'd put the clamps back on them. "Use your other hand to pinch your nipples," he ordered. She moved her fingers like she played the piano as she obeyed him. The first gasp escaped when she touched her left nipple, the first one he'd clamped with the cruel Japanese clover clamps he'd been pleased to remind her had been a gift from her to him. "Good girl," he taunted as her fingers moved to right nipple. "Please, my Queen," she begged. She pressed her fingers into her genital area between her outer and inner labia. No reason to make it harder to obey him without his direct order. "No." He smirked at her. "Something more is needed here." He lazily rumpled his hair before getting up from the wooden box he had sat on. "Hold that pose." The words caught in her throat when he disappeared from her view before she could respond with any of the respect language that had made his cock so hard earlier. Her inner thighs pulled at her attention with their stickiness; all she needed was his permission and she'd have the best orgasm of her life. Simon reclined on the box The Queen had abandoned. "Too bad you haven't been through his formal collaring so I could fuck with you, even if it is lovely to see you so stripped." Greta pressed her feet into the carpeting, feeling the thick cuffs The Queen had placed on her ankles anew. "I... I didn't say no, before the collaring," she babbled. "Yes, you gave a whole lot of consent, but I still need his order to allow me." Simon grinned. "For now." "My boy! So glad to see you had a moment," The Queen called out as he approached them. "Like to help give me some pleasure?" "Always, my Queen. How might I help?" Simon responded. "Well first I would suggest you get naked so you can enjoy how you will be helping more." The Queen ran his fingers under the hem of Simon's white tank top. "That sounds good, my Queen." Simon pulled his top up and off, moaning as The Queen's fingers moved over his skin. She chewed on her bottom lip so she didn't make a noise to draw their attention to her. "These fitted pants make me want to get out of these business clothes and fuck you both," The Queen growled. "And your sleeves rolled up like that make me wanna beg for your cock, my Queen," Simon answered. He leaned into The Queen's hands as they undid the button and then pulled down the zipper. "Such a cock tease." The Queen reached into Simon's pants and grabbed his semi-hard. "You are going to lay still with your cock in her ass, your fingers pinching her nipples." A groan escaped her trembling lips, bringing the men's attention to her. "I see you like my idea." The Queen pushed Simon's pants to his ankles. "Obey." Simon rushed to lay on the floor beside Greta; she dove onto him, her mouth wetting his cock before she scrambled over his legs. He grasped her hips as she backed up onto his cock. "Simon will stay mostly still so you'll need to make yourself come using your fingers on your clit. Can you do it?" The Queen asked as he sat back on the box. "Yes, my Queen!" Greta whimpered as Simon let go of one hip to help guide his cock into her asshole. "Ti... ti--" "Yes, I think it would be nice if you used Simon's title as you will be beneath him in my hierarchy after your collaring." The Queen interrupted her stammering. "And beneath me physically as much as he'll allow," Simon muttered as he help Greta relax back onto his torso. She trembled against him as his cock filled her up, pushing her back toward coming. "Now that pleases me," The Queen said as the slaves moved against each other on the floor before him. "You're not obeying him fully," Simon taunted with his lips against Greta's earlobe. "Neither are you," Greta retorted. Her body tightened in one moment as Simon's fingers found her sore nipples. Her fingers glided over her slick cunt. "Please, please, please, my Queen!" "So lovely. Make yourself come, and Simon if you can too." Greta pushed down onto Simon's cock, her hips shuddering as the orgasm rocked her body. "Coming! My Queen!" she cried out as she rode Simon's cock, her fingers sliding into her cunt. With his fingers pulling and pinching her nipples, she thrashed against him. "Please, my Lord, please fill my ass!" "Can I please touch her other than her nipples, my Queen?" Simon pleaded. "Sure," The Queen laughed. Simon gripped her hips and held her still as he pounded up into her. "That's my girl. Keep coming for me. You feel so good." Greta cried out as Simon's thrusts prevented her orgasm from stopping. He released her right hip to reach around and slap her cunt lips. Her cries became screams as she lurched to sitting up on him. "Come back here!" Simon wrapped his arm around her chest and pulled her back onto him. "Filling your ass, dirty girl." "Yes, thanks, my Lord, my Queen." Greta squeezed her eyes shut. "Good slaves," The Queen groaned. Simon and Greta smiled at The Queen before relaxing into each other. Oh the dance of genre, sub-genre. "Straight contemporary romance," "spanking fiction," "erotica," "erotic romance," "f/f," "m/f," "m/m," "LGBTQ lit," "BDSM erotica," "historical," "fantasy," "menage," "sci-fi," "Regency." I've seen these words and phrases, sometimes alone, sometimes together, describing some book. Whether they actually fit the book is always debatable to me.
Now many of the words come with assumptions, such as appropriate cover art, words used to describe body parts... The list goes on. In the process of self-publishing "Out of the Night: Book One," I've pondered these things, probably overmuch. Like my friend Ana, I have a book, I believe in, enjoyed writing, still enjoy reading, but it defies many conventions of "erotic romance," regardless of which sub-genre I consider- it can fit into quite a few. Well "Night" and the other 8 books of "Vala's Story" do. I do not have a "couple," of whatever mix of genders. I don't even fit in the menage category; one Master and nineteen switches, of varying degrees makes for the occasional couple or menage under my fanciful poly, leather family. And "fantasy." That's another on. I admit, the scale is immense in The Queen's world. However, my goal has long been to have the scale immense, while keeping the sex and BDSM activities real. The Queen has multiple store rooms, closets for his "toys"; most of my Master's toys are kept in a duffel bag at the bottom of His closet. Oh, but the best argument is "romance" versus "erotica," with the newer (I don't know how new) contender of "erotic romance." There’s two problems as I see it. I describe graphic sex acts while having characters in romantic (if unorthodox) relationships. I really do think "erotic romance" works best for "Vala's Story," but beyond that, things get tricky. At Loose ID, they have a polyamorous category; I am sure after I've brought out "Vala's Story," I’ll look at submitting something to them. I wonder if books like Vala's would happily belong in both poly and BDSM categories? Because that's where Vala belongs. When I first wrote what I'm reblogging today, I was just not okay. Overwhelmed and not doing any of the work I was supposed to be doing. So The Queen and Tommy came to talk. I just let it roll, rather than trying to talk them into pretending we were talking Thursday night or Friday morning (which is what it should have been orginally).
---Come here, Joelle. Lay your head on my lap. You know it is not cheating, since you have put so much of your Master into my character and I am only fictional anyway. The Queen pats his lap. I look at The Queen's lap and then the whole of him as he makes the little brown couch look all that much smaller. Of course you are right. Should I bounce ahead in the Vala's Story serial, do some reading and just not share the details with Annikka, of later books that she's not close to reading yet? Although it might be fun to read some of Sklavimuth on the way there. I don't know. Reading "Week-long" the other day helped, but I'm just overwhelmed today. I'm not even writing what I should be, instead sitting here talking with you and Tommy. Tommy takes my hand and pulls me toward the couch. His gentle hands urge me onto the couch, pushing me half-way onto The Queen's lap before sitting on the other side of me. Maybe Placebo isn't the band you should be listening to? Well if not Placebo, who do recommend then, Tommy? I'm not sure if "angry" is necessarily better. So is Me'Shell NdegeOcello better? Tommy snorts. Maybe if you spend some time later with Mandisa, Jinny, and Chitra. Their story, I mean. Joelle, why are you writing this conversation rather than getting "Night" up? Or writing the piece for the Dungeon Crawl? Your plan this for Friday, right? [Dungeon Crawl is a now defunct blog hop I used to do.] I sigh at The Queen's hand moving slowly up and down my back. I hold the image of spooning with my Master in bed in my head and try to keep breathing. I just don't feel right today. It's not like I need to list what has me "overwhelmed"; you know it all. But I'm not working on the Dungeon Crawl piece- that's a "I'm relaxed and happy." How the fuck would I manage you and Vala rolling around on the sand, enjoying each other's company while I'm feeling like this. And I was already upset, swearing at the computer just doing promo... and so I'm supposed to add to my Master's feeling unwell by getting further angry because you know that dealing with e-retailers as a self-publishing author sucks? Bad plan, if you ask me. Tommy snorts again. You can stop snorting before I get Simon here to take care of you. I don't open my eyes to see Tommy's response to my threat, but I can feel his body's tension. I thought so. I sigh again. What of the Mandisa/Chitra stuff in my mind from what I'm doing on my blog. Any thoughts on my pondering? Well you are rightly keeping issues separate. Chitra's lack of experience differs from Vala's. Are you trying to decide if I would throw her in the deep end, so to speak, and be hands off, both sexually and BDSM, and let Mandisa do it? Yes, you were right in your earlier thoughts that it's "canon" that Mandisa controls Chitra's training, but that's not what we're talking about here- this is during the temporary collaring period. Along with your question, there's also the question of how Mandisa would be with Chitra. I've enjoyed showing Mandisa's growth, change in Vala's Story, but I know I'm writing prequel here. Does your question mean that I should be considering a menage scene? That could be one thing, although remember that Jinny is already beneath Mandisa at this point; a menage scene could be with the women, not include me. Tommy, why'd you even come along? Well you didn't respond to The Queen's "come here," so obviously you're out of sorts and need extra help. Tommy shrugs. And to be perfectly honest, I'm feeling greedy. I want to be close to my Queen today and He didn't say no. Simon's off making an aftercare tray, I think. I sigh, although this time it's more a sigh of longing than frustration. I wish my Master was up to doing anything that would require aftercare. But I do appreciate the wonderful scenes I got from you and he playing in the padded room. Especially the aftercare scene. I wish my gloves would arrive. Then I'd ride my bike to the store and ponder these things. I am glad you decided against the digital recorder; I think you will do much better with a notebook, pondering until you get to the store and then putting down notes. You know I will happily keep you company, when you have started biking for groceries regularly. Thanks. I tilt my head against The Queen's legs so I can look up at Tommy. Funny you're here now while I was thinking of you so while watching the Placebo videos. I may have listened to your suggestion to change the music I'm listening to, but I still have lines going through my head. Of course. You can't erase your drug abuse history; it happened, even if it's all in the past. And what of the moment in "Week-long" that you wrote with Eoin and I? I smile sadly. Do I make that mall trip that I mentioned to Annikka? Maybe look at pretty girls I'm too shy to even talk to then? And try to write the dungeon crawl piece, because at least I can write "The Queen and Vala fuck"? Tommy rolls his eyes at me. You're lucky your Master doesn't punish for attitude like that, like you've shown The Queen doing when it pleased him to. Have a massage chair. Have some frozen yogurt and then see about doing some writing that you should be. I close my eyes and breath in. I consider the tension in my body, how much there is in comparison to earlier. Sounds like an idea, if my Master doesn't say no. Nope, Anne didn't come up with this theory :D; it's my own creation.
Are you familiar with Anne Rice's "Sleeping Beauty" trilogy? It was my introduction to BDSM erotica. I worked through all 3 books (now 4, although I have yet to get my hands on the 4th book) as I was able to acquire them. I read each book from the beginning to end, enjoying the story lines, the sub plots (no pun intended lol), the variety of fetishes and sexual activities, the characters. I've enjoyed them all the way through a few times. Now my Master and I only have books 2 and 3- He's read them through maybe once and I couldn't stand all the male/female sex in book 1. Book 2 is Master's old copy and book 3, I begged Him to buy when it was on sale in a new edition with an introduction from Anne herself- this was a response to the "50 Shades" phenomenon. Now that I can quote passages from the books, they have moved to the place of "masturbatory material." I turn to the pages that I know are going to get me to orgasm quickest. So this is my theory- the value of a book or book series that function on two levels: a story with details, multiple story arcs, emotion, romance... then also as good spank fiction. Admittedly, my copies of the Beauty books are print books. However, I have found that Kindle ebooks can be used in this way too; I have G. A. Hauser's "Down and Dirty (M/M/M BDSM)" and it works for me. I use B&N's "Nook for PC" with Nook ebooks and while I have a laptop, it just doesn't work as good. I struggle with the notion of wanting the Nook ereader as well though. I hope people find that they can enjoy Vala's Story on both levels. There is much material in the books, sexual, sensual, and just life. I also touch on so many fetishes, sexual pairings, that I should have something for many interests. But if you aren't into, say, ageplay- just read the scene for the character/story development and skip it when you're masturbating to my novels later :D. While I have "Vala experiences deafness" started as a WIP whose length I'm entirely unsure of, something about this week's inspiration picture lead me to thinking about what it might be like the first time she goes to masturbate after she progresses from ringing in the ears to just not hearing anything- for anyone wondering and/or knowledgeable about hearing issues, I've been lightly bobbling between Tinnitus and Meniere's Disease, but I haven't made any decisions- from "is the hearing loss permanent?" to "medical treatment?"
You might notice, as "dialogue tags," I have chosen to use "signed" and "fingerspelled" in places; "signed" as in "using ASL" and fingerspelled means "spelled a word using the manual alphabet." Two people in Vala's leather family are already fluent in American Sign Language and they had already started working with her on ASL before the hearing loss made it a need. --- Laying back on a pillow, Vala considered the silence in which she sat. If I can't even hear my thoughts, how am I thinking? She sat up again and turned toward her nightstand. One of her darling subs had refreshed the stick of incense in the holder there; without pausing to smell what scent they had provided for her, she lit the tip and then blew out the flame. Roses washed over her senses. Untwisting so she could recline on the pillows again, Vala lifted her lower body into the air and pulled her dress above her hips. She traced her fingers over her freshly shaven legs; The Queen's suggestion that she spend some time luxuriating in a bubble bath and then shaving had been so very helpful. It had been way too long since she'd used bath oils; between them and all the water she was drinking to ease his worry, her skin was feeling super soft. Am I being a stereotype, with this masturbating that's not fast and utilitarian? Vala shrugged and grabbed the warming oil Tommy had made her with the oils good for "feminine energies," as he'd explained. She missed the sound of the bottle moving as she pushed down the pump three times, the oil dripping over her thighs and mound. A moment of ringing in her left her had her holding her head while she prevented the oil from going too far with her right. Doctor Karl said to go about my regular activities for now. She relaxed against the pillows before walking her fingertips over her labia. Running her teeth over her bottom lip, she concentrated on the delicious pleasure of the oil starting to warm as she rubbed her skin, her clit, her entire genital area. She lightly pinched her clit between two fingers. Eoin paused at her doorway. Hoping her words still understandable, Vala ordered, "Cuddle me on my left." Eoin signed, "Yes my Lady," as he walked to her bed. Vala held out her left arm and waited for Eoin to settle against her before she hugged him to her. Nice. Her attention returned to her clit. Not about desperation but relaxation. She let her fingers slide over her clit and into her cunt. Pussy? Since I can't hear the word to have it make me cringe? She turned her head and pressed her face into his shaggy black hair. The tingles started in her clit. He led her left hand to his lips and he kissed the puckered cross-shaped scar there. Her breath catching, Vala closed her eyes as she continued to revel in the pleasure readying to explode in her. You look so beautiful, my Lady. It feels so right when you take control of your pleasure, my Lady. She tried to remember his voice and to place it on the words he would be prattling at her, maybe even was though she couldn't hear him. Please let me see you come, my Lady. Maybe then I might pleasure you with whatever part of my body pleases you, my Lady? She pressed kisses to his cheek as she squeezed her fingers with her thighs when the orgasm pulsed in her clit. Eoin returned Vala's kisses while she shuddered against him. He caressed her back. Vala gestured at the end of the bed with her fist before pulling her arm up to her hip. Understanding her gesture, he pulled the blankets over them. "Bath," she fingerspelled against his back. Then she fingerspelled, "Minute." He nodded and continued to hold her. |
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