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I'm going to be all sorts of rambly. It's been way too long since I posted. And well it's National novel writing month so I'm thinking with lots of words LOL.
Talking to my friend at bayonet press and looking at when books can come out. You'd like to read something more for me wouldn't you?
As I promised yesterday, here's a snippet from one of my Ageplay-related WIPs. A possible blurb:
My Master Daddy and I don't celebrate most holidays already in existence. I asked for us to try a year of holidays created by me. Twelve different holidays that fit our unique relationship and personalities.
Spankymas- the two days between Shaman's and my birthdays
“Daddy,” I call out while holding a pony, drawing out the d's in the middle, “I has an idea for something fun for the year. Are ya game?”
Daddy rolls his eyes. “So being a Little means messed up words to you? I thought we agreed to no lisping.”
“I didn't lisp when I asked are ya game, Daddy.” I kneel in front of him in his big recliner chair. “Are ya? Are ya?”
“What's your idea? I hope it doesn't cost a lot.”
“We make a year of new holidays. One a month, Daddy. Things we like better than established holidays that give us bad memories.” I bat my eyelashes at him as I look at his face. “Like since your days off fall on the day after your birthday and the next, we'd have the those two days to have Spankymas, to link our birthdays.” I nod with what I hope is a serious expression. I fall back onto the ground, narrowly missing his computer, as I burst into giggles.
Daddy reaches down to grab me by my collar.
“Daddy, Daddy! I said the day after your birthday!” I yelp as I find myself falling across his lap and grabbing the side of his chair so I don't knock a bunch of stuff to the floor.
“If I'm your Daddy, I think I can spank you whenever you're being a brat. And that's most of the time you're awake.”
“Owwie!” I'm gonna stay Little and not have my brain go wonky into enjoying the spanking. I swear!
“Do I have to take you to bed and spank you there so you remember you enjoy it?”
“Maybe, Daddy.” I grin and bat my eyelashes again.
“Spankymas. You got a few weeks to think on this.”
Come back next Wednesday the 20th to enjoy some of Februarys's holiday.
I still need to finish some things from The Queen's and my conversation, but thankfully it's mostly writing and figuring out a tag line for one thing. The Queen's comments are in italics, mine in regular font.
So I get you now thanks to your inability to come up with a tag line for #TherapeuticThursdays?
You could be helpful and suggest one rather than just snarking about it. What do you think about #SexGenderSaturday's? “Sometimes sexy, always valid wherever on/off the gender spectrum you are.”
I do like the construction for SexGender better than the first thought for Thursday. What about “Helping Romance, Love, & Sex”?
That's intriguing. Although I want to include queer/quasi-platonic relationships in it.
“For your life- romance, love, sex, & platonically”? “For your life- romance, love, sex, & friendships”?
I like the second one. Thanks.
So we have tag lines, but I thought to talk about writing projects.
Could you please try not wandering out of our conversation so much? Do you need to run upstairs to get a fidget of some sort? Check on your master?
And also better for a shower. I so hope this heat wave breaks soon; “too hot for sex” sucks when it's describing the temp in the house.
Mind me having the “fidget” on Iona curled up on my lap?
Not at all. Hi, lovely Iona. I'm so glad we agreed not to worry about science and say she has purple eyes and has body hair that she doesn't shave, despite what I found online.
Yes, I've had this long break from Vala's Story, even though I've enjoyed short stories, especially for #MasturbationMonday.
Yeah, I loved the space you gave for me to enjoy Ely. Kayla's HAWWWT was definitely correct. Why not see about getting “All the King's Men” from the library on Friday? I will watch it with you. Bad, letting me be distracted by your stimming, looking up world war stuff. Stimming aside though, I do appreciate how all your self-learning is showing up in scenes, like the one you had with Audrey, and “Typing My Love.”
Thanks. It's fun having terms like AAC show up in my writing.
What do you think of my notion to work on “Laura Learns” during Camp Nano in July?
The publisher would surely like it. Maybe you could finish LL and move onto the 3rd book in that trilogy? Then you could start “A Weekend with the Quad” or something.
I don't think you're supposed to be suggesting new projects. LOL!
Now, I believe something with the Quad was already suggested. So the Laura Trilogy for July. Are you going to continue with “Typing My Love” in June?
That makes sense. At least most of June. I might switch over to reading “Laura Learns” in the last week or so of June.
The heat is supposed to be letting up soon.
I know. It's just making it harder than usual to focus on anything.
So I know we touched on the major novel projects. You are set at least for your July blogging, yes?
Yes. I have the plan and plenty of space if/when friends make suggestions on topics. You look so nice with Iona. I'll leave you alone now, if you please.
Ha. Sure. How about I send Simon to your bed tonight?
I'd like that, although my mind's much more not being too hot and yoga.
So sad that #WipItUpWednesday ended last week, but I've decided to continue with a #WipWednesday on my own, at least for now. Blogging at least a few times a week is very much a "recovering from my nervous breakdown" thing- even my therapist found it a good idea :D. I'm also starting a new writing challenge today; yes, I know, I just finished Camp Nanowrimo yesterday LOL. My daily goal is to do at least one National Novel Writing Month; word count or pages edited is simply going to be icing on the accomplishment cake. I'm thinking to stick with "Typing My Love" for the time being. Just spell checked currently, so here is the scene started a day or two ago that's moving slowly...
Joelle, really? Is this for me not helping in the last bit? I think your Master needs to punish you. Maybe if we have to write lines side by side that'll learn you!
Mairead stopped by the doorway to the bathroom. “Mind if I relax in your company awhile?”
“Not at all.” Iovita smiled at Mairead as she wandered into the bathroom and then put the toilet seat down to sit on the lid. “Rough class?”
“Nah. Not really. I mean, it was mostly repeating myself and making my pre-teens redo their knife cuts repeatedly.” Mairead laughed. “I think we're having vegetable casserole of some sort for dinner tonight to deal with their efforts.
“I think Larissa said she brought in a bunch of fresh cheese from her smokehouse.” Iovita dragged her fingers over some of the bubbles covering her bath water. “What do you have going between now and dinner?”
“I was going to straighten up around here a bit.” Mairead snorted. “It's not like we'll get to any new dishes soon in any of my classes with the knife cut issues today. I'm working on pastry with the teens, but they're still learning desserts that I could practically cook in my sleep.”
“I hoped to be up to some cleaning after a soak,” Iovita pouted.
“And I hoped to do some cleaning and then enjoy giving you a massage.” Mairead arched an eyebrow. “You aren't going to whine more, are you?”
Despite the heat of the water, Iovita shuddered against the bath tub. “You're just too pleased that Happy said you could be toppy with me.”
“Do you mind?” Mairead leaned forward to trace Iovita's earlobe with her fingertip.
“Not at all, but I might not be able to reciprocate much. Ah,” she moaned when Mairead dragged the tip of her tongue in the same path as her finger.
“Tease.” Iovita leaned against Mairead's other hand.
Sasha paused at the bathroom doorway and hissed.
“Don't be salty, miss,” Mairead playfully scolded Sasha. “I'm glad it didn't take me long to get used to no doors.”
Iovita giggled. “At least the cats behave themselves.”
So I rememberd #WipItUpWednesday, even if I messed up my Master's work schedule (off work Tuesday night, not Wednesday night). I'm sharing something different; I know :D like I never ever manage different LOL. But I'm going to share my editing note as the scene set up.
Is this even close to any prayer or would this be horrifically offensive to include in the book? This paragraph is lackluster from lack of knowledge and indecision on it.
Ziba stepped into the mosque and headed for the bathroom as she removed her head scarf. She quickly completed her ritual bathing and then moved to the prayer hall. Spotting an empty prayer carpet, she slipped her shoes off beside the wall before approaching the empty space. She knelt on the carpet and began doing whatever Muslims do when they pray. Her breathing pleasantly slowed as peace filled her. “Allah is above all people. Allah is peace. I wish to be a servant of Allah.” She continued through her prayers, focused on the connection.
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I was torn- interested in the inspiration picture & not. However, needing to get to my [sadly reduced] Camp Nano goal, I thought of a partial scene that is likely to become "epilogue" in my WIP; I figured I should write it after asking my daughter  to look up *masturbation* in ASL for me. :D
Bea signed something.
I signed, "Again please, Ma'am?"
She placed her left index finger against her right wrist; I focused on her hand, figuring she was about to fingerspell. "M-A-S-T-U-R-B-A-T-E." Then she repeated that sign.
"Masturbate how Ma'am?" I signed carefully.
"In our bed," she replied.
I backed off her and the chair. Don't need to help her up. I'm so glad how the surgeries helped. Following after her, I went to our bedroom.
She turned on the overhead light; my gaze was drawn to my pillow that she'd allowed me to add to our bed. She signed, "Lay down in the middle of the bed spread eagle."
"Yes Ma'am," I signed before moving to obey. Once my body was positioned, I looked up to see her watching me. My heart seemed to come into my throat when I saw the small suction cup in her hand.
Climbing onto the bed between my legs, she leaned forward and traced around my clit, its hood with slick fingers. Then she pressed the cup against my genitals and twisted so it sucked me into it.
[Masturbate] is a specific sign with specific variations. She ordered... I brushed my fingers over my labia, around my vaginal opening. The skin tight, the nerves thrumming in me, I dipped my index finger into my cunt. She loves when I spell that word.
She slid beside my leg where she could still see, but gave me greater access to my body. She caressed my calf.
Slipping a second finger into me, her order only giving a slight shape, I tightened my neck so I wouldn't rock my head back away from seeing her beautiful face. How will I beg to come? My muscles tightened as I split my attention between my fingers, the cup, her gaze.
"Good girl," she signed.
My lips parted. I pushed my fingers against the front of my pussy, searching for my G-spot. "Yes," I hissed. Is yes readable on the lips? I thrust my fingers into me, in and out, faster. No way to tell if she was going to edge me, I decided just to obey.
She leaned over and kissed the top of my thigh.
How wonderful it is for her not to deal with dizziness anymore. I met her eyes and shuddered against the bed. Enjoying the heat of my recently spanked ass, I pushed down in the comforter.
She signed, "Orgasm?"
Having to think for a moment so I could do the signs with my left hand instead, I signed, "Please, Ma'am?"
"Need to?" she signed.
She plucked the suction cup off my clit and her fingers mashed against my sensitized nerve cluster.
"Come!" she ordered.
I pushed down on her fingers and my hand. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I yelled.
She clicked her tongue; I gasped. "Thanking in speech?" The signs somehow brought extra emphasis to my mistake.
I yanked my hand out of my pussy and, without wiping my wet hand, signed, "I'm so sorry, Ma'am."
She grabbed my hip and flipped me onto my stomach. Without warning she delivered five sharp slaps to the backs of my thighs.
After a moment of breathing into the pillow beneath my face, I lifted my shoulders just enough to see she had moved up the bed. I eased my face down onto her lap and closed my eyes, feeling the moment.