NaNoWriMo Roundup: Seasoned Authors Share their Secrets

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At the stroke of midnight tonight, aspiring writers everywhere will take a deep breath. One second later, their blank screens won’t be blank any longer — for quite a while.

November 1st marks the start of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). The annual fiction extravaganza will bring together more than 200,000 writers this year, first-timers and pros alike, each committed to hammer out 50,000 words of sparkling fiction over the course of the month.

Have you signed up but feeling queasy about taking the plunge? Are you still not sure if making the commitment is right for you? Here to give you expert advice are five veteran NaNo authors: they each leveraged their NaNoWriMo project into a published novel (some more than once!), and they all also happen to be active WordPress.com bloggers. You’re in good hands.

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Vulnerability

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Lately, because of situations in my past & a current issue, I’ve been feeling extremely vulnerable. Daddy has been there for me the whole way, I’m a really lucky babygirl. It scares me to love him, but I’ve come to the reality that I can’t stop my feelings. Lol, I tried that approach. I tried to distance my feelings, but Daddy saw right through that, too. It was weird, even though I don’t want to lose Daddy, I could see that I was trying to push him away. In the beginning, I actually thought it would be better to push him away than to admit I was scared shitless & feeling vulnerable.
Daddy told me that no matter what I’m stuck with him, until i say it’s not something that I want. It’s kind of nice to be able to admit that I have abandonment issues, but have someone who is willing to help me heal. When one of my best friend’s killed himself in July, it totally set my issues into overdrive. I can count the number of people who have loved me unconditionally on one hand, and I’d just lost one of them. The pain & loss were overwhelming in the beginning; I wasn’t sleeping, and one night I stayed up combing messages to try & figure out what I’d missed.
I’m doing better, and I think Daddy’s patience has a lot to do with it. Even he can tell that I’m making progress; I guess I’m starting to move into the acceptance phase of grieving. I know my friend’s not coming back, regardless of how much I miss him; I still love & miss him, and that’s okay. Talking to Daddy helped me not to feel so consumed by my sadness. I have to remind myself that I can’t allow fear to stop me from experiencing love & happiness….and beauty, because it was truly an amazing experience to see & hear Daddy cum. The way he called out my name & told me he loved me, is one of the most beautiful sites I’ve ever experienced…I look forward to doing it more ****blushing****

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Day 1 of My 30 Days of Kink

This is my original day post for the 30 days of kink

A Pansexual Babygirl Submissive Living in a Vanilla World

Day 1: Dom, sub, switch?  What parts of BDSM interest you?  Give us an interesting in-depth definition of what that means to you. Basically define your kinky self for us.

I am a sexual submissive, my non-sex life is a different story. I don’t know what it is but, a guy telling me to suck his cock, or that  I’m not all owed to cum is one of the most arousing situations I can think of….except for maybe me and another sub (sex doesn’t matter) both working on a Dom or following his commands, mmmmm!
I would be lying if I said the only part about BDSM that I found intriguing was the sexual aspect, it’s not. I love the idea of having a Dom who knows me well enough, that he can tell when I’m emotional overwhelmed or shutting off my emotions altogether. I want a Dom that…

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Day 1of the 30 Days of Kink

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Day 1: Dom, sub, switch? What parts of BDSM interest you? Give us an interesting in-depth definition of what that means to you. Basically define your kinky self for us.
I would have to say that I am most comfortable in the sub category, more specifically a babygirl. In the past, I have acted as a switch & with the right person it can be a real turn on! Unfortunately, with the wrong person it can be a total turnoff for me. I have had people approach me because they wanted me to give them the stereotypical, aggressive, black Domme experience. I was so uncomfortable, I couldn’t enjoy the experience at all.
***I have answered this question a little over a year ago, and am going to post that here as well.***
I am obviously interested in the Daddy/babygirl relationship, as I’m currently in that type of relationship, and have found it to be the D/s type of relationship that creates the biggest: Omg!!! This is totally what I need, response. It’s also the type of relationship where I feel the most cared about. Initially, the idea of a Daddy/babygirl relationship kinda freaked me out, but that’s because I didn’t truly understand what it was.
Honestly, when I first saw the term I had the feeling that I get when I happen to land on an episode of Dateline: To Catch A Predator. I was waiting to get an offer for Mike’s Hard Lemonade. Boy, was I a judgmental prude! I was sent a message that was from the Dom perspective, and it described the responsibilities that a Daddy/babygirl have towards one another. I totally felt like the message was my idea of what D/s should be like, for me. Then I noticed that the message was written by a Daddy Dom. We tested my response to him using the term Daddy. I’ll just say, I knew instantly it was a very good thing for me to use that term. I can’t say what changed, but from that moment on, I realized that I was a babygirl. I knew I couldn’t be a slave, I’d tried that in the past & it was not a good fit.

I never really thought about it in-depth, but I think that Daddy Doms in generally are more nurturing. I know that Daddy is there for me anytime that I need him. He provides me with the emotional support that I need. He not only tells me he loves me, but he demonstrates it as well.
I guess to me BDSM means: that the relationship has a large amount of trust & communication between the partners, it also has a lot of kink….come on, you had to know that was going to be part of my description. BDSM means that my partner is going to be more open to knew experiences. It means there are going to be times when my snarky/bratty side comes out, and that he may need to punish me. This lifestyle means:my partner & I are free to explore any fantasies that come to the forefront .. I love the way things are going so far….

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Heart Stopping Orgasm

Summer looks up at Sir, and feels the wetness spread between her legs. She looks back down at the floor, but not before he sees the flush of her cheeks. Sir knows her well; that look means that she was trying to hide her arousal from him.
“Spread ’em,” Sir barks at Summer.

She turns so quickly towards the wall she doesn’t see the smile on his face, or the huge bulge of his cock. Summer raises her arms above her Igÿtt and spreads her legs until they’re two feet apart. Her heart begins to race because she knows Sir is about to find out how wet she is. She wishes that she could make the need go away, but it begins to pull at her clit. Just as she begins to take a deep calming breath, Sir’s finger begins to softly graze against the outer lips of her pussy.

The room begins to spin, darkness engulfs Summer as she falls to the floor. Sir drops to the ground and begins to check for her pulse. She opens her eyes.
“Damn, did you give me another heart stopping orgasm ?”
“Guilty as charged,” he says with a smile.
Copyright Lotusflower1218 ©2013. All Rights Reserved.  This cannot be copied in whole or in part without the author’s sole express permission.

Daddy to the Rescue

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Today, started out in such a crazy manner. I was jerked out of my bliss from talking to Daddy on Skype by screaming. I had been getting ready to read, so I turned my music off to verify that it was an argument. Believe me where I live, it’s common to hear loud drunken college kids. However, tonight’s screaming was definitely some type of domestic dispute.
It’s been over 20 years since I dealt with that type of situation, but it was like I was instantly that scared teenager again, wondering if tonight was going to be one of the times my father decided to beat me. My heart began to race, and I tried to assess the danger of the situation. I didn’t want to get to close to the windows, because I had no idea if either of them had a weapon. I did know that if something terrible happened & I could’ve helped prevent it, I would feel guilty afterwards. I had no choice, I dialed 9-1-1.
As I was telling the dispatcher the information, in the back of my head I kept thinking what if he doesn’t believe me. How messed up is that, it’s been ages since I had to convince someone that abuse had taken place; I was suddenly that scared girl wanting desperately to get help. I went to message Daddy from my phone, but there was a data block on it for five minutes in case the police need to call me back.
When I first messaged Daddy from my iPad, my hands were still shaking, my heart was still racing & I was scared. I am the luckiest babygirl in the whole world! Once I started telling Daddy what was happening, he instantly began reassuring me that I was safe. He began helping me process my feelings, and letting me know He will always be there for me. He kept telling me He loved me, and began having me do deep breathing to slow my racing heart. By the time we finished talking I was much calmer, and I once again felt safe, protected, cherished & loved.
Daddy got me a jade lotus flower, and I held it in my hands as we talked. It was comforting to have physical item from Him to hold onto. It may sound silly, but once I had Daddy’s lotus flower in my hands, I knew everything was going to be okay. I am thankful to have Daddy in my life.

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