I live and write BDSM. Age 18+. Scarleteen is great for under 18.
Thanks to planning and writing in June, I wound up with the first Monday in August written; next week I'll be looking at Kayla's inspiration pictures again. *I'm hoping before this post goes live that I've already won Camp Nano in July.*
I haven't spent enough time with my virtual family before pre-writing for July and so another one happened with "Vala's Story" people- this time, The Queen and Vala.
“Joelle, you were right! A tricycle like yours but sized for me is divine.” The Queen caressed the polished chrome of the handle bars.
“I'm glad you enjoy it, but are you going to keep talking to me, ignoring your ride and Vala in the basket?” I laughed.
“Fine. Thou can finish your ride and I shall enjoy mine.”
I snorted. Thou.
“This should be a good workout, my Queen.” Vala giggled.
The Queen reached back to pat Vala's floppy sun hat. “Are you saying you are too heavy?”
“Never, my Queen. My thinking about my weight isn't that disordered. Remember, Amy considers me largely recovered from my anorexia?”
“Of course.” The Queen leaned forward to take a sip from his water bottle. “If you need a drink, let me know. I'm planning to take regular breaks when the road shifts from paved to gravel.”
“Yes, my Queen.”
He turned his focus to peddling and the road before them. Getting up to a good speed on paved road was nothing, but he worried that his physicality had fallen some since retirement, even if that was only from business. He took a quick look over his shoulder at Vala; her sundress, its powder blue silk sliding against her skin, sparkled in the sunlight. Why would I think I'm less physically active with my loves? I lifted Vala and placed her in the basket. No cars traveled down the road as he turned right at the first intersection.
“May we please stop at the frozen custard place, my Queen?” Vala suddenly begged.
“Sure.” He shoved extra force into his legs as they started over a patch of gravel road. His fingers curled tightly around the black leather handle grips. The pressure of the bike seat against his balls pushed him to greater speed even as the gravel made it more difficult. Words came to his lips, but he held them inside.
After adjusting the blanket underneath her, she quickly stilled again as they were still on the gravel road.
Such a good girl. Maybe after this, she can lead me in that special yoga breathing that she learned at the school Simon enjoys. The strength in his thighs pulled his attention to that part of his body. He pulled air into his lungs until a slight burn stroked him; he released it as they headed down a sloping road. He pondered. How alike climbing a hill and climbing toward orgasm are alike.
Light, billowy clouds traveled in front of the sun; the coolness seemed like Vala wiping his face with a cool rag after they'd made love.
They reached a valley of road, small ranch houses on either side. Birds chirped through the rural wilderness.
A groan vibrated his lips although he swallowed the sound. He breathed in until he smelled her jasmine-based perfume. The trembling of release passed through his body while he struggled to turn onto another street. Soon he was climbing another hill, although this time, it was on a paved street. The release intensified when he reached the summit of the road and he gently worked the handbrakes to prevent the bike from going out of his control.
“Yay! Frozen custard!” She clapped her hands.
Near the base of that hilly road, he turned into the stand's parking lot. That was an experience.
The Queen hunched over the handle bars, Vala leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his chest. She pressed her face into his hair, against his neck. “That was beautiful. Thanks, my Queen.”