I live and write BDSM. Age 18+. Scarleteen is great for under 18.
I am fascinated with sexuality, romance, intimacy that doesn't happen in the physical, face-to-face realm. That isn't always the way I have sex and I want to see others enjoy human interaction differently. Phaesia, Tomi, and Dakota challenged me a bunch as I wrote their story; I hope you enjoy it.
“We've been talking awhile,” Phaesia said.
“Yup.” Dakota's slow nod showed on the computer screens.
“And you put forward your leading comment why?” Tomi asked.
Phaesia sighed. “I'm in the mood for something. Don't either of you ever get in the mood?”
“You forget you're dating two demisexuals?” Tomi snorted.
“Nah. I'm just as demi as you both. Maybe more if we consider that I'm a demiboy.”
“You said something,” Dakota challenged.
“We're not a bunch of sex repulsed people here.” Tomi sipped their can of cola.
Phaesia wrapped his large brown hands around his biceps, his forearms covering his nipples. “I would like to masturbate with you both on webcam.”
Tomi arched a red eyebrow. “You mean Dakota and I just watching you?”*
“Do you both want to?”
Dakota shook hir head. “I'm not ready to take part.”
“I'd just like to watch,” Tomi added.
“Okay.” Phaesia stroked his new dildo, his thumb moving over the carefully articulated foreskin.
“Good thing we're all nudists.” Tomi pressed their fingers on the opposite shoulder.
“Are you—” Dakota frowned.
“Yes, I'm feeling boyish today,” Phaesia answered Dakota's unfinished question. He grabbed the water-based lube bottle beside his computer.
“I like how we all disprove the common notion of nudists being sex-crazed.” Tomi dragged their hand over thee top of their monitor so their reddish-brown palm moved across their screens.
Phaesia dripped the lube into his palm. “Over my cock,” he muttered, just barely too quiet for his microphone to pick it up.
“It's a gorgeous cock,” Dakota said.
“I shouldn't have gotten a white one?”
Tomi rolled their eyes. “Do we have to have this talk again? You're black. Dakota and I started talking to you knowing you're black. Ze has talked again and again about fetishism and how it's not about your skin color for hir.”
“Yeah.” Phaesia's hand moved up and down his cock.
“I like watching your hand move. Does it feel good?” Tomi asked.
“Yeah, I love thinking it as part of me.” Phaesia chuckled. “And the harness positions the base so it rubs against my clit. I'd pondered how I'd wanna masturbate in front of you both.”
“Because your masturbation style is as fluid as your gender?” Dakota smiled softly.
Phaesia nodded. “For cishets, it seems so much of masturbating is about the clit or penis and the nipples, but we don't have exactly that, do we?”
“Nope, but do you really wanna keep talking like this?” Tomi leaned close to their webcam for a long moment.
“Not sure. Maybe you both could talk.” Phaesia licked his lips. “So I can hear your voices in my head next time I want to masturbate.”
“Luscious thought.” Tomi sipped something from rainbow-colored cup with a straw. “I wonder if we could make recordings of our voices for each other to listen to at times.”
“You could talk about queer identity and I'd be a pile of goo,” Dakota teased.
“You already figured out your pronouns before meeting me,” Tomi replied. Their gaze focused on a part of their screen, making Phaesia's heart jump in his throat. “We each had made it part way on journeys, didn't we, Phaesia?”
He grunted. Their voices tickled down his spine, across his skin. How do I orgasm? A tightness formed at the base of his spine.
“At least meeting in a text-based chat meant that we got to learn about each others' minds before too much effect of lookism clouded our perceptions, like Mx. Rhizome taught us to consider. Not to say that I don't enjoy looking at you both when we moved to this point of comfort.” Dakota shrugged one shoulder, the sparkle of glitter on her amber brown shoulder catching the gaze.
Phaesia rested his neck against his left hand as his right traveled across his body away from the dildo. The pleasure continued to pound at the base of his cock and spine. To drop the sensations from their high level, he switched hands so his non-dominant hand was the one caressing himself. “Lookism,” he muttered as his fingers dipped into the valley between two rolls.
“All sorts of bodies are attractive and good, regardless of what this colonizing culture with all its interconnected oppressions teaches.” Tomi gazed directly into their webcam, as if looking directly at Phaesia. “It was good to embrace physically at Pride last year.”
The muscles of Phaesia's bonus hole quaked in his release before he closed his eyes to see on the screen of his mind where semen spurted from his unbound clitorophallus. “That was amazing.”
“It was,” Dakota agreed.
Tomi pressed their fingers on their bottom lip for a moment before asking, “Do you mind if I write something for you, Phaesia?”
“Please.” He cleaned himself off with a moist toilette scented with sandalwood essential oil. “What are we all doing for dinner?”
Laughing, Tomi pinched the bridge of their nose. “At least we're good for moments like that.”
Sadly, this is the last week for #WipItUpWednesday- 3 years of a run :) I invite you to consider my ponder about hops here and to always come back to my site to see what I'm doing. I'll share the link up to the other #WipItUp hoppers at the bottom of this post as usual.
Since it's the last week of this hop, I'm sharing a longer scene (like 1500 words), although I haven't managed to write an actual beginning or end to the whole scene, just the intimacy. Virtual intimacy between Ziba and Iovita because they are across the globe from each other (Georgia, USA and Auckland, New Zealand); I realized that I didn't try to write them being intimate until 94 pages into the book(s). Ziba begins; Iovita is physically in a mall food court.
“I trace your beautifully parted lips with my index finger, my slight nail teasing your skin. Leaning in, I trade my finger for my lips, kissing you softly at first, before easing my tongue into your loving mouth. Your gasps of arousal entrance me further and I lay us face to face on our sides. The fresh grass of this enclosed garden encourages me to remove first my head scarf and then my under scarf. Your wiggling then prompts me to slip out of my taupe abaya before laying back down beside you.”
Iovita pressed her fingers against her lips for a moment before typing, “I feel the need to be instantly naked with you, but can't encourage my muscles to cooperate with me.”
Ziba immediately continued, “I slip my hand underneath your silk blouse and caress the soft, downy skin of your stomach. My hand continues up the middle of your torso before help the blouse off your precious head. So much less fabric separating our bodies. I walk my fingers down your body before stopping at the waistband of your wispy rainbow-colored skirt. 'Can I'?”
“Of course, my love. I'm so glad for the looseness of my skirt, making it so I don't have to move too much. The sun's gentle heat amplifies the grace of our skin caressing as we move against each other.”
“Are you having a bad pain day, my sweet?”
“My legs. I think just my legs.”
“Can I rub them?”
“Please, love.” Iovita looked up from her tablet to see if anyone beside Davey had gathered yet. “Still about twenty minutes in offline time before we should be getting back on the bus for home.”
As if merely accepting Iovita's explanation, Ziba carried forward with, “I drag my fingers up your naked thighs. Would you like a lot or a little pressure?”
“I'm not sure, please just try, my love, and we'll see what feels good.” Iovita squirmed slightly in her chair. Good thing it doesn't show my movement like the plastic chairs everyone else uses.
“I start with light touches, teasingly moving between your thighs. I make slow circles against your exquisite groin muscles, my little finger just brushing over your labia. I kiss your soft lips as my massaging hand moves up onto the top of your thigh before moving to the other one. I lean in to kiss your lips again, catching an uplifting breath of your citrus hair products. I press softly on your right hip to encourage you to lay on your back.”
“I release a harmony of sighs and moans I settle into the grass in your sight. Please. My need.”
“Yes, my love. Alternating between cupping, kneading, and caressing your beautiful body, I move on to our outer thighs. My hair swings forward to hand over you.”
“I tighten my hands into fists to prevent myself from grabbing your hair and turning this from the tender, loving exchange that it is.” Iovita's midpoint clitorophallus grew hard in her underwear. Good thing I have a change of clothes in my basket if I need it. She squeezed her legs together for a long moment to give sweet pressure on her throbbing clit.
“My knee slips between your legs to press against your midpoint clitorophallus. I arch my back so my hands can travel down to your knees and calves with my knee ceasing its caress. Loving the sensuality and sexuality that flows through my body as you writhe underneath me.”
“I love to watch you move like this. It encourages my desire to orgasm without you needing to touch any of the usually thought of erogenous zones. My legs feel so much better. Please kiss me, my love.” Iovita's tongue moved against the inside of her bottom lip.
“Where should I kiss you, my sweetness? Here? I lean forward to kiss the tops of your thighs, two small kisses. Or maybe here? I brush a teasing kiss against the skin just below your navel. Don't tense up, love. You are beautiful with your extra pounds. I lift your right hand to my lips and kiss your fingertips. I suck your middle finger between my lips, taking it in just past your second knuckle. My tongue cups your finger, my saliva drenching your skin.”
Iovita's toes curled up within her comfy, white tennis shoes. “I love the velvety stroke of your tongue on me. Your hazy brown eyes drift over me like pools I want to swim in.”
“I can't help grinning at your lovely words. I slip your finger out of my mouth and lead it between your legs. I lower my chest over yours until our lips meet in an urgent kiss. Your gasp of pleasure just sounds into my slightly open mouth. My gasp echoes yours as your left hand snakes its way between us to caress my breasts.”
“Words, I've read people saying people shouldn't be able to talk during good sex. What is good sex? The warmth of your nipple teases my fingertips. The endorphins of orgasm rush through me, easing the bad pain and bringing me more inline with your energy.”
“Keep your hand going; keep that orgasm going. Feel it continue to rush through you, even if it is not visible within or without your physical body. I love you and I love holding the picture of your shuddering orgasm in my mind's eye.”
“Yes, love. I love you and I love our minds' connection.” Iovita leaned forward to take a sip of her lemonade; four community members had collected at the next table over. “What of your pleasure? What more would you like, allow?”
“Interesting, your word choice, love. I notice your arm slowing in its movements. Are you feeling physically able of giving me pleasure if I kneel about your loving mouth?”
“Of that, I think I capable. I giggle at that thought. I do stop stroking my midpoint clitorophallus, even as I continue holding it, while you move into place. The feel of your pubic hair brushing over my cheeks brings me such pleasure.”
“Are you sure this isn't hurting you?”
“Just lower yourself over my mouth, love. It's my legs that are hurting the most today. Imagine me holding onto your luscious hips. Tell me, love, if any anatomy words feel particularly luscious to you today.”
“I gaze down into your loving eyes, those endearing hazel wells of soul. 'Words that fit a cisgender woman are good for me today.' I feel a moment's hesitation at my unshaven body. Sometimes the differences in our cultures startle me.”
“It's okay, my love. I'm not so US in my focus to care how your body hair differs from Hollywood tries to sell the world. I let my nose dance through your beautifully fragrant pubic hair; it feels so good against my face. Feeling the edges of your labia majora with the tip of my tongue, I keep up the slow caress until I hear your low moan above me. Yes, I move on to kisses and licks on your labia minora, your clit, into your vagina. In the edge of my vision, I see your exquisite thigh muscles just starting to shake. Unh. I could orgasm again just watching your body begin to respond. Or did you really start orgasming when you were enjoying giving me pleasure?” She paused in tapping out her messages; Davey's chair squealed as he backed up from their table. Leaning forward to take a sip of her drink, she looked around to see most of their party gathered. Shit. I want her to feel release before I have to get on the bus.
“I reach up with one hand to caress and pinch my nipples as your loving mouth encourages a wonderful symphony of response throughout me. I may have nearly reached the moments before this point as I nudged you toward ecstasy. I groan as you shove your tongue into my vagina, caressing the now quivering inner wall. I lean backward and place my hand in the grass to keep from smothering you as my body shakes with orgasm. After a few seconds of panting, I ease myself down to your side and cuddle against you. Are your shoulders hurting? Would you rather I hold you in these moments?”
“Lay next to me, love, please. It seems every pain spot you need for a fibro diagnosis is hurting today. It looks like it's almost time for me to get on the bus. Wanna continue afterglow once I'm settled in?”
“Perfect idea. I must admit, physically, I'm still relaxing in bed. Mairead is sleeping after a late night at the restaurant and I came back for more sleep after dawn prayers.”
“Ah, that is a lovely way to spend the morning. I'm going to stow my tablet and get ready to get on the bus. I'll be back in about ten, my sweet love.”
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I'd been considering what to do with the inspiration picture, with my NaNoWriMo number not being great. Well, I have a cisgender woman with intersex traits, a cisgender woman, a transgender woman, and a non-binary person who was assigned male at birth so I wasn't sure what went good with the picture. I'm also proceeding with the story in an interesting direction- I have an outline with "time together" that spans from the 4 meeting through them being together 20 years; here's the divisions: Dating, three months, 6 months, year and a half, 3 years, 6 years, 9 years, 15 years, 18 years, 20 years- one, both, or more retire. As I write this, I'd finished my first pass through "dating" and had moved to three months. Looking at my outline now (I was pondering this during the first church service of my Sunday), I'm not sure if this will work better for 6 months or a year and a half; I have managed to write a book where everyone is long distance and thinking on a movement towards D/s has me pondering. So I'm going to write this without a specific idea on how long although I know who is going to be in the scene- Happy and Iovita. I don't feel like giving you their gender identities. Hehe
"Since you seem to be having a lower fatigue day, I want to try something. If you can manage to say your safe word if you need to sit, however I will not consider it disobedient if you sit before you manage to say it," Happy instructed.
"Thank you, Sir," Iovita murmured.
"And now because I have experimented with it, I have a text to voice program open."
"I understand, Sir." Iovita shivered as her mind tumbled with wondering what the computer voice would sound like, if Happy had written a script for this session, what her other partners thought of the growing BDSM interactions. Gladness danced within her at the delicious sentences of Happy's voice she had heard.
Happy's computer spoke with its slightly metallic voice, its tenor level masculine sound, "I want to see: you naked leaning against the wall silhouetted in the moonlight streaming in through your window."
Iovita typed into the text box, "Yes, Sir." Still sitting in her wheelchair, she grasped the bottom of her red tank top and lifted it off her before working her bra's multiple closures.
The computer voice purred, "Slower removing your bra, girl."
Nodding as she licked her lips, Iovita held in the gasp as her nipples puckered in the black leather bra she'd picked enjoyed struggling into that morning. She continued to look down, although keeping her chin slightly raised so ze could see her fingers pulling on the silk lacing; she used both hands to loosen the mesh of silk before releasing the clasps at the top of the bra, meant to keep her larger breasts restrained. Her thumbs under both shoulder straps, she eased the bra up until the cups covered her face.
"Stop!" Happy's computer cried out, the increased volume making her press her legs together. Continuing at the lower volume, ze said, "You are not already getting turned on, are you? Just at me turning up the volume a little? Just nod your head as you can around that bra that you meant to tease me with."
Iovita pulled in a deep breath as she focused on nodding while holding her bra as it was.
"Beautiful. Do you need to stand to remove your clothing from the waist down? Answer with a nod or shake of your head."
Swallowing hard, Iovita shook her head in answer as well to shake away a random thought about her father's deafness.
"Finish undressing," Happy ordered.
She grasped one armrest as she leaned over to grab and toss first one and then other white ankle sock. She closed her eyes for a moment. Just a lap blanket. She lifted the purple blanket ze had made for her birthday. Her lips parted as she gave hir a moment to respond.
"You may put that over your calves and feet when you stand for me," came from Happy's computer.
"Thank you, Sir," Iovita said.
"That is one," the computer voice threatened over the video chat.
Eyelids squeezed shut, she nodded. How will ze have me punish myself tonight for hir pleasure?
"Move into position."
With moist palms wrapped around her wheel's frames, she pushed herself closer to the space of wall. She locked the breaks, pushed up the footrests with her feet, and then pushed her toes into the carpet as she stood. The cold wall shocked her when her hot skin pressed against it. She leaned over and grasped the edge of Happy's blanket to pull it to her. With the silky fabric wrapped around her legs and feet, she settled back against the wall.
"Lovely. Do you still have the clothespins in your chair's basket?"
She nodded, her lips parted.
"I am so glad I bought you a webcam better than the one built into your computer. I can see your labia shining with your fluid from your Bartholin's gland. Your one will be a clothespin worn on your labium until I allow you to remove it."
Her voice caught in her throat and she nodded. How my Sir turns proper anatomical terms into sexy things. She slid down the wall so she squatted and was able to reach into her basket. She selected one of the black plastic clothespins she'd bought at Happy's order. Pressing her teeth into her bottom lip, she eased the pin onto her lip. The pain shot through her and she shouted without words. Using the wall to help, she moved to stand again.
"Take your midpoint clitorophallus in hand."
Her sweat felt good when she held herself; she had had an erection since ze had given the first instruction. I hope ze allows me to come soon.
I'm thinking this won't be the whole scene, although I'm unsure what the scene's goal is just yet. Also I started out trying to write with a different neopronoun set, but since I was trying to write for Nanowrimo and around two church services, I just needed to use a neopronoun set I was familiar with. I'm also unsure of Happy being called Sir for a title, since Happy is bigender and is still experimenting with pronouns.