Assignment: Fanfic- Ship two characters in 300 words or less

 Sam: "...folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something."

Frodo: "What are we holding on to, Sam?"

Sam: "That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for." 

Frodo: "Sam, we are worth fighting for".

Sam:  "I can't do this, Master."

Frodo laid his hand tenderly on Sam's breast, meeting his dark eyes with a firm look.   "Remember how you carried me when I was weak, Sam?  Remember when you stood by me at a time when no one else could?   I can carry you now, Sam.   Give yourself to me."

Sam laid aside his coat and began undoing the buttons of his stained, long worn shirt.  Frodo brushed his work roughened hands away with slim fingers and finished opening the buttons himself.  Sam panted slightly as Frodo slid the suspenders from his shoulders.   

"We shouldn't even be here".   

"I know, Sam, but we are, and I can make you feel like you're in the greatest story of all time". 

Sam leaned back as Frodo pressed forward with his parted lips.  The moss underneath them on the shady river bank was slightly damp and tickled his back as he moved underneath his former Master.   

A cool breeze brushed their foreheads and lifted tousled hair, relieving some of heat of the afternoon swelter.  Frodo's hands slid down between Sam's legs and parted them.  His formerly gentle fingers dug through cloth into the sensitive inner thigh, causing Sam to gasp.  

"Oh!"  

The fingers became gentle again and gripped Sam's shaft through the rough fabric of his dun colored trousers.  "Give yourself to me, boy".

"Oh. Master" Sam was panting with desire.  "Yes, I will," he groaned.  

The trousers were slid off, tossed aside, and Frodo's head move down to allow his mouth to encompass Sam's thickness.   

After they were spent, side by side they lay a long time on the shady bank, not think of rings, or orcs, or Nazgul, but only each other. 

Online Course

 I'm taking an online course in erotic writing, and since basically no one is reading this blog anymore, I thought I would just do my homework assignments in this space, for myself to keep track of.

First assignment:  Pick a symbol for your sexuality and write about it.  100-200 words

Then: Pick a motif in your own sexuality up to this point and describe why you think it is a motif.

Imagine a stress ball.  It could be blue or it could be pink.  It's about the size of a golf ball, made of a sort of latex rubber, filled with glue, and covered with tiny soft prickles.  Sometimes the prickles fall off if you are too rough with it.  But the temptation is always there to squeeze it.  The harder you squeeze, the more pleasure you can have with it.  If you press your thumbs into this stress ball, the outer skin becomes thin, almost liminally so.  You never want to press her so hard that you break her because then she'll be gone.  But when you press just hard enough, you can feel the ball and yourself sighing together inaudibly with taut pleasure.  

I have to think a little bit more and figure out what a motif is before I do the next one. 

Shepherd's Pie and Orgasms

 I can't believe it has been almost a year since I wrote anything at all on the blog.  I had a bit of a horrific time this spring with flooding in my basement and a lot of things being ruined, including the washing machine and shelves of books.   The washing machine was inconvenient and money, but the books... they were my Master's and some of mine, and I cried as I carried each load out to the trash can.   It was like losing friends.   But in the end they are just things.   But each one holds a memory of some kind.   In addition to the flooding I had a lot of other house related issues.  I had to replace a shower, the roof and gutters need work, etc etc. It seems never ending this year.  So maybe I will be doing that instead of a vacation.   

I have been keeping a busy social calendar in addition to working.  One big news is that I was a bridesmaid in Mystique and hasufel's wedding!  That was really, really cool.  She still claims me as a part of the throuple but we are not active in "that way", we just have a medium amount of hang out time.   I have many feelings, which I won't get into at the moment.  Just know

But I still very much the lack of someone to hold me after a bad day, or someone to flirt with playfully, or someone to just fucking rail the shit out of me.  Um, pardon my French, ha!

I had been meaning to message Dr. Peter for a long time (months) to see if we could get together but one thing after another (mainly the house projects) kept coming up.  But finally last week I did and he was feeling better so he said yes.   

I woke up early feeling super excited and already horny, and went to grief group, which you would think would bring down the energy level but I have a special technique thanks to one therapist and involving hot air balloons.   I was able to let the weight go easily.   

Dr. Peter had made a shepherd's pie from scratch and a salad to go with, but we first had a cup of tea and chatted, and then played. 

I stripped down and he checked in with me, making sure I didn't have any problem areas or spots to avoid.  I was feeling good.  Then I knelt on the couch over a towel, facing the wall.  There was a pillow for my face.  First he gave me a light warm up flogging.  I'm not positive of the order of implements, but I think next was possibly a really stingy little cane that had a different name than rattan.   He was telling me all about it but I didn't retain very much.  He caned all up and down my body from shoulders to ass to thighs, calves and the bottoms of my feet.  I was getting a bit wiggly and he reminded me that I must be still.  After that there was the leather cane (baton?) that I really like and a few more things, including fur rubs.  I lost track of the particular implements but I was feeling by overwhelming arousal.  I felt I might come at any second.  He stopped and I told him how I was feeling so he asked me to masturbate for him.   I asked if I should wait for the command and he said yes he would tell me when I could orgasm.   It took only a few seconds I think and then a second one right after because I was so close already.  At the same time he was talking dirty to me and smacking the fronts of my legs with the cane.  

  I don't feel like I took a lot of pain but I felt like the stored up and frustrated pleasure was really coming out.