Covid Times

[The Librarian]

Hey Y’all!  I hope everyone is staying safe out there.  I’ve been a long time visitor and even tried my hand at writing under a different name in the past.  This time I decided to do things differently.  This time, I wrote (and finished) two stories before saying hi.  Last time I figured I would just write as I went along and that proved to be way too hard.  So here we go again!  I have signed up for Patreon, but wanted to see if anyone was interested before going there.  So if people are interested, I’ll post the link. For now, let’s see if anyone likes what I have to say.  This is the first story called “Covid Times”

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Hey everybody, Sara here!  Ok, not really “Sara”...I’ve changed my name for this blog, but I had to call myself something right?  Why have I changed my name, well, we will get into that in a bit.  Before I do however, there are some other people I would like to introduce...Mom, boyfriend, best fried, etc...and yes I have changed their names as well.  The story I’ve got for you is pretty awesome, but also pretty personal.  So while I really wanted to put it out there, I did want to protect everyone’s privacy.  So, like I said...hey everybody!!!

So let me ask, what have y’all been doing with your Covid break?  Catch up on some shows?  Read any good books?  Get some home improvement/organization projects done?  Build a garden or maybe test out some cool new recipes in the kitchen?  They all sound like fun ideas! It’s been a nice change of pace to hear how people have used this down time.  I know it’s been stressful for everyone, my house included.  My boyfriend (we live together) was laid off just as it was starting to get bad.  This was about 4 months or so ago, middle of March I think.  So I get it, but some good can come out of it right?

Don’t get me wrong, we’ve had to make some cutbacks.  We cook a lot at home, we’ve gotten rid of unnecessary expenses...for example cable.  Yep, we are now “cord cutters”!  I mean, with Netflix and the internet we are fine.  We hung on to cable because Andy (my amazing boyfriend) is a sports junky, like most guys in their late 20’s.  And let’s face it, not much happening in the sports world these days.  But after the initial “man that sucks” moment, is cooking at home together such a bad thing?

I will say, we are lucky in the sense that we do have the benefit of my job still.  Being a writer isn’t keeping us rich, but I did sign my book deal just before this all went down so my advance has kept us whole for a while.  And, bright side, I’ve been able to get a lot of writing done, so yeah for that!

Alright, let’s get back to why we are here...why I changed my name...and tell you a bit about what “Andy” and I have been doing these past couple months.  And no, I won’t put “air quotes” around our names from now on, I’ll just stick with Andy & Sara.  Ok, ok...what have I been doing with my break?  Well, I’ve been able to get a lot of writing done as I mentioned.  We have been able to spend more time with my parents than we usually do, which has been nice.  My best friend and Andy have gotten closer, which is great for all three of us, but me especially because I love having her around.  Oh, and I put Andy back in diapers.  So yeah, pretty full schedule as of late.  Want to know more???

[Eagle0769]

Yes I want to know more are you kidding. Lol

 

[Diapered_Ed]

Please don't keep us in suspense....

[Tyler2000]

Its a great start. Please go no!

[The Librarian]

CHAPTER 2

Ok, so if you still reading, I think it is safe to say you’re not here for my updates on how my parent’s garden is going.  I bet the whole “put Andy back in diapers” really grabbed your attention.  Perv!!! Ok, I’m just kidding, besides we are all a little bit of a perv right!?!?

A bunch of you have asked the same questions over and over, so let’s start with those.  To be clear...Andy is a 27 year old, perfectly healthy adult male.  No, he wasn’t hurt or in any kind of accident.  No, didn’t suffer any kind of brain injury.  Thank God!  And NO, he is not chained up in our basement waiting to be let out.  Although....no, no, kidding.  He is happy, healthy and yes, he does know that I am writing this as we speak.  I put him back in diapers simply because he asked to be!  Ok, he hasn’t just come right out and said...”Sara can you put me in diapers”.  But, he kinda did.  Now, I know you all have WAY more questions about Andy, but there are some other people who played a role in where we are today.  So, let’s get you caught up of a few of the other people in this adventure.

First is my Mom, Carol.  She is my birth mom and I say that because her wife (my other Mom Liz) will also play a big role as well.  Carol is an incredibly positive woman, sometimes overly so, but she was also a rock for me growing up.  She was like my “true north” you know?  Like, no matter how bad of a day I had or problem with school, work, whatever...she always was able to point me on the right path.  Now, like any Mother-Daughter dynamic, we certainly had our ups and downs.  What made us different, and keep in mind this was 20 years ago, is I grew up with two Moms.  So, if I always argued with my “mother figure” I would have had a heck of a problem there.  Anyways, her and my Dad got divorced when I was about 3 and then when I was around 5, I met Liz.  Her introduction is coming up, but one last (major) key fact to know about Carol is, she is a licensed sex therapist.

Fun fact, when you have a sex therapist for a parent, you have an incredibly high tolerance for life’s cringy moments.  For example, I would be willing to bet our dinner conversations were not like the ones you had.  I can tell you they weren’t like the ones Andy had growing up that’s for sure.

Again, Carol was and is the type of person who will always show you the bright side of life.  She has never met a problem or person she thought was hopeless.  She always taught me to keep looking for the good in people.  The only issue growing up was she was as open and honest about practicing my math homework as she was with masterbation!

Then there is my “other mom” Liz.  Now, Liz is her own kind of awesome.  Liz came into the picture, like I said, when I was about 5 and at the time I had no idea who “mommies new friend” was.  She was just a nice lady that was around and made me snacks sometimes.  Then one day about a year later, Mom & Liz sat me down and explained that Liz was going to be around a whole lot more.  They explained what being a lesbian was and how we were going to have a really cool party and I would get to wear a super special dress.  I mean, I was 6 years old at the time, how else do you explain that to someone that age.

Anyways, back to Liz.  The best way I can describe her is...she is the very definition of what I think of when I hear “strong woman”.  Don’t get me wrong, Carol is no push over.  But Liz knows what she wants, knows how to get it and just goes and gets it.  And she taught me well in that regard.  I wish I could say I was better at it than what I am, but it’s enough and I’m extremely grateful she showed me the importance of standing up for ones self.

Those 1st few years she usually took a back seat role in parenting growing up.  She made sure to not step on either my mom’s or dad’s toes when it came to being the parents.  But right around 10, 11 maybe 12...I can remember Liz being there for me a lot more.

At the time I didn’t really notice the change, I couldn’t see it as it was happening, but I can look back at that time period and start to see the shift.  She began stepping in on a few conversations, I remember her and Carol getting into, not an argument...but a disagreement over a few things.  And they usually revolved around being bullied or if I was having problems with the other kids at school.  She didn’t want me taking any crap from anybody!  There were certainly other examples, but there were just certain things I remember wanting her opinion on more than Carol’s.

Here’s where it starts to get fun...Growing up, I never really knew what Liz did.  She just said she helps people too, just like Mom does.  And honestly I never really pushed.  That was until I had a school project my senior year in high school.  We had a project where we had to do this nature vs nurture thing.  And to do so, we had to figure out the how’s and why’s of how are parents thought.  One of the suggested topics was, what do our parents do for a living.  Do they do what they love or what pays the bills?  What did they want to be when growing up as opposed to what they are actually doing.  And what role (if any) does that play in our current decision making process.  Does nature dictate that work is what I do, not who I am...or....are we encouraged (nurtured) to follow our passions and figure out how to pay our bills while doing what we love.  Turns out it was more of a critical thinking project that was supposed to make us step back and see how we all attack life’s challenges.  With college, or the “real world”, right around the corner, we were suddenly going to be making decisions all by ourselves for the first time and he hoped to open our eyes as to the many different ways we can go about that.

So I jumped right in.  We had Christmas break coming up so I asked both Mom & Liz if I could go to work with them one day over break.  I told them about my project and how I was supposed to get to know what each of them did.  At first they tried to just focus me on Mom’s job, her office, that sort of thing.  But I kept pushing.  So finally one night, after dinner they said we need to talk.  They said I was old enough to hear this now, but asked that it stayed within the house.  Long story short, Liz finally told me what she actually did for a living.  Liz was/is a professional dominatrix.

[Eagle0769]

WOW another cliff hanger. 

I like how you described your two moms. I wish every author would do that but not as well as you did. Knowing what Carol and Liz do for a living kind of gives me an answer about why Andy is now in a diaper. 

[Guilend]

Very interesting. I'm enjoying it.

[The Librarian]

CHAPTER 3

HOLY SHIT, am I right!?!?  When I tell you I had questions that night, I had QUESTIONS!  We talked for hours that night.  I also had my first glass of wine that night.  My mom tried to stop it, but Liz said this conversation would probably go smoother over a glass of wine.  Of course knowing this HUGE piece of news made a lot of other things make sense.   I mean, it was like a lightbulb went off in my head.  Naturally they asked I would keep that out of the project and so I did.  But it opened a whole new world for me.

In fact, I had just started to get numb to the way my Mom was.  How she would just openly talk about all things sex related and those touchier subjects.  But now with this new information in front of me, I was the one with the questions.  I couldn’t get enough and I just peppered her with questions about her work and how she got into it.  I couldn’t get enough.  I was 17 years old, hormones going nuts, brain going all kinds of dirty ways and with more questions than answers about my body, boys, the things I would hear about in school about what everybody else was doing it was crazy.  And suddenly, I was just being told the half truths about the world.  For the first time in my young life I wasn’t embarrassed about talking sex at the dinner table.  Here I was loaded with questions and I had  a sex therapist and professional dominatrix at my disposal.  Again, my dinner conversation was way better than yours!

Ok, back to more present day.  Oh wait, Emily!  How could I forget to introduce her!?!  Emily was my roommate during our senior year in college.  We had a great year that year, so good in fact we decided to get a place in the city together after graduation.  What can I say, she is fantastic.  She is without a doubt my best friend.  I think every girl has an “Emily” in their lives, or they should at least.  She is the one that no matter what happens I know she has my back.  Need to borrow a cute top for dinner, she’s there.  Need to get rid of a body at 2:30 in the morning...she’s got the shovel.  We don’t have any secrets from each other.  She knows all about my crazy Moms, past boyfriends, current Andy and everything in between.  And in turn I know all about her.  Her family, her hopes, her dreams and of course...I get the full scoop on any current boyfriend/friends with benefits thing she has going on.  If you are a girl, you get it.  If you’re not...well, that’s your loss.

Something else to know about Emily is that she is, I guess you could call it apprenticing, with Liz at her play space.  Liz has owed and operated her “house” for over 12 years and has built a big book of business.  She has opened it up to other professionals in the past with some success, but none of them ever stuck around too long.  She has another mistress with her now and she has been there I think about 2 years, so that’s worked out well so far.  Her name is Sky, she is pretty cool in her own right, but doesn’t play to much into our story here.  So we will leave her out of this for now.  Liz’s house has everything a perverted mind could want.  A grand entrance way opens to a lovely little bar where you can relax, or work up the courage, before you go have some fun.  As you venture on, a couple different hallways can take you either upstairs or off to the side where several rooms await.  There, a person can find the space, the props, the inspiration to fulfill whatever fantasy they have in their wildly imaginative heads.  Think...old New Orleans mansion style house and you would be right on the money.  Of course, no sex whatsoever, but everything right up until that can and does happen within those walls.

Emily’s day job is in retail.  That’s the job she tells people about.  She is still learning the “craft” if you will, so she needs something to pay the bills.  She is the one that would normally greet you most nights with a cocktail before Liz or Sky would take over.  But she loves it.  I love watching her too. I mean, she is my best friend, someone I’ve known for years.  I’ve seen her interact with people thousands of times, seen her at her day job, at school, hanging out with Andy and some of our other friends.  But when I get to see her at “the house” she is a whole different person.  And to be honest, I’m not sure which is the real Emily.  Retail Emily or Mistress in training Emily.  And stop, don’t even try and google her.  Her real name isn’t Emily, neither is her Mistress name.  So, if there is a Mistress Emily out there...that ain’t her!

Ok, are you caught up?  Do you have all the players straight in your head?  Yes of course, we have other friends...Andy’s parents are great, my Dad is too.  But they don’t really have much to do with THIS story.  So, let’s move on shall we?

[Sarah Penguin]

[ABAlex]

Well this is new! Very different tone. It really feels like just someone very hyperactively talking to me.  I actually thought you were just posting questions at first, then that one line really took me by surprise. Nice new take

Also, good use of cliff hangers

[The Librarian]

CHAPTER 4

So, this story really begins back in mid to late March.  Andy was laid off, I was working from home and there was a lot of social distancing happening.  You probably remember how stir crazy we were all getting.  Thinking this was just going to be another week or two, remember that?  Yeah, it’s been a couple months but that is another story.

So, Andy and I were sitting around one day.  We had cleaned the house 3 or 4 times by then, Netflix was starting to lose it’s luster and again....social distancing!

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Babe, what are we going to do?  I am so bored right now I could scream.

Me too hun, but it is what it is you know?

Easy for you to say, you are one of the few people that all this downtime is good for.  You can sit around and just write all day.

Uh, “sit around and write all day”, you want to rephrase that?

You know what I mean.  But, yes, hearing it back like that does makes it sound kind of douchie, so I’m sorry, that’s not how I meant it.

Well, hopefully we will be back to normal in a couple weeks, how’s the job hunt going?

It’s going, and by going I mean it’s going nowhere.  Most don’t respond, those that do aren’t hiring, I mean I get it, but it’s driving me nuts right now.

Ok, I’m at a good place to stop.  So, how about we take a walk?  We can walk down and get a couple of slices from Angelo’s.  They are still doing to-go food.

Ok and then what?  That will kill what, an hour at best.

Hey, Mr Grouchy, how about you ease up on the attitude.  Same team remember!

Sorry.  You’re right, let’s go grab a slice.  Oooh, I know, after the slice, maybe we can come back for a little day time fun...you, me...a whole lot less clothes, huh, huh!?!?

Get your mind out of the gutter, will you.  Besides, I though you were looking for activities that took up longer than 5 minutes!!!!

Ouch, what happened to “same team”???

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I remember that conversation because I was so proud of my quick comeback.  Usually that is Andy with the snarky comments and sarcastic tone.  But score one for me that day! Anyways, we did end up getting out of the house for a bit and grabbing some pizza.  And yes, we came back home and fooled around for a bit.  I would like to say (and I’m sure Andy would love for me to write) that he carried me to our bed, ripped off my clothes and fucked my brains out.  Buuuuut, that didn’t happen.

We had another typical short make-out session, followed up by each of us taking our own clothes off and then an all too short missionary trip.  He had fun, then again he always does.  I, well, wanted for more, let’s just say that.

Andy, if you are reading this, you know I love you and you know I don’t want to hurt or embarrass you, but let’s be honest...there was a reason we went on this adventure together over the past couple months right?   And fair is fair, I will say that he has come along way since that day.  Our sex life has never been better now.  Now...he is confident, knows what to do, takes instructions without getting his feelings hurt.  He actually has fucked my brains out once or twice since this all began.  And the other times haven’t been bad at all.  Ladies listen, you can teach them.  You don’t have to rely on your wand or your rabbit or whatever is in the drawer next to the bed.  Although, don’t get any crazy ideas about getting rid of them.  Andy loves using mine on me, he has no problem with taking a little help.  He actually doesn’t mind it when I use it on him either!!!

We were just lazy the rest of the day.  Ended up watching a couple movies in bed including one of my all time favorites...When Harry met Sally!  I loved this movie before it all started, but now it has even more meaning for me.  It was during a particular scene that got things kicked off for us.  Yep that one, the one in the deli, where Meg Ryan...you know.

 

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You know, this scene was always a little over top for me.

First of all, you are not allowed to say anything bad about this movie, ever!  And secondly, it was not over the top at all.  It was an inside joke between the entire female population that we let you men in on.

Yeah, but THAT loud and THAT exaggerated!?!? I mean, come on, besides porn where does that really happen?

It happens in some bedrooms!

Ok, so why aren’t you that loud then, huh?  Simple, it’s not realistic...it was over the top.

Whatever you say stud.  I was sure he could hear my eye roll with that comment, but then again, he was starting to prove how clueless he could be at times.  At that point I remember getting up to grab some water and just chuckling to myself.  He might now have seen the eye roll of heard my internal giggle, but he saw me shaking my head when I sat back down.

What?

Nothing, let’s just keep watching the movie.  Press play will ya

No, no...we have all quarantine to finish the movie.  You obviously have something, so spit it out, tell me what I’m missing here.

I don’t think you want this heat big boy.

See now, I’m definitely not pressing play.  Now you have to tell me, hit me!

Really, do you really want to have this conversation.  Because I will, but I don’t think you do.  You might not like what I have to say.  But if you want to, we can.

I do, I’m a big boy, I can handle it.

Ok, let’s do it.  But first, we have to agree to some ground rules.  First, this is not meant to hurt either of us, so keep the comments clean.  And know that whatever I say, it comes from a place of love, ok?  Deal?

That’s fair, deal.

Ok, again, you know I love you and you know I love everything you do for me, for us.  But, if I’m going to be completely honest here.  The reason I’m not as loud as Meg Ryan’s character, is I don’t have any reason to be that loud.

That doesn’t make any sense, what do you mean you don’t have any reason to be?

Think about it Andy.  I’m trying to be as direct as I can without hurting feelings.

You don’t want to hurt my feelings?  What does that have any....wait, hold up now.  Are you saying you don’t have any reason to be that loud because you don’t...I mean, you haven’t...nah! No way, you’re say I haven’t made you cum???

Easy, easy, remember the ground rules.

Oh, I’m calm.  Because I know I have made you cum before.  I’m not taking the bait, I know I have.

Yes, in two and a half years you have made me cum before.  Buuuuuuut....

But what, seriously how often do you not?

Honestly, most of the time..

MOST OF THE TIME!  Stop, no seriously, how many times have you not.

Andy, if I’m being honest, I can count on one hand how many times you HAVE made me.  I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy all the other times, because I have.  I like having sex with you, I do.  But. When was the last time you asked for feedback or asked me what I wanted to do, or maybe if I wanted to try something else, or something different.

I’m pretty sure I ask you all the time.

Andy, asking “do you like that” over and over in the middle of sex does not count here.  Let’s be honest with ourselves, we are not exactly adventurous in the bedroom.  It was right around here that I remember we had to call a timeout as things were starting to get a bit too heated.  At first, and I don’t blame him, Andy was getting really defensive and started to turn this around on me.  Which I get it, no guy wants to be told his performance is not up to snuff.  But we were able to come back and have an adult conversation.  I will give him that, he could have shut down.  He could have slept on the couch a couple nights and either we could have swept it under the rug or let it fester until it was a problem.  But he didn’t.

Ok, so what is it that I’m not doing?  Do you want me on top more?  More foreplay?  What?

Well, more foreplay is always good.  No such thing as too much foreplay actually.  But being on top more is not exactly what is going to do it.

So what do you want me to do?  What is it that will make you “Meg Ryan” all over the place?

Ok, now that was kind of funny., I actually laughed at that one.  But seeing as how this is not a “how to make Sara cum” blog, I’ll leave out the step-by-step guide.  Let’s just say, I was able to give him plenty of pointers, my answer did not lack thought or detail.  What can I say, with the upbringing I had and how “sex positive” of a house we had, I know what I like.  And that’s where we really started to get to heart of the matter.  He didn’t know what he liked!

Soooo, what is your plan?  Are you going to be good with missionary for the rest of your life?  Have a little doggy style on Saturday nights...maybe ask me to throw in a BJ on your birthday?  I mean, you have to want more don’t you?

I mean, if you want kinky I can do kinky.

That’s not what I’m asking, I asked what do YOU want?

I don’t know, I guess we could try some stuff.  I mean, I’m not gonna say no.

Ok, so let me ask this.  What is a fantasy you have?  Better yet, do you have any secrets you want to share?  Maybe there is a fetish in there you are dying to unleash on me!?!?

Hey, if you want to break out a little cheerleader outfit, you know maybe the whole school girl thing.  I could be into that.

Cheerleader?  School girl?  Come on Andy, you can do better than that.  I mean if you want it, I’ll grab my cheerleader outfit next time I’m home and if I still fit, I’ll give you one hell of a cheer.  But that’s like PG-13 rated fantasy.  What else have you been wanting to try?  Come on big boy, use that sexy brain of yours.  If I said we can do literally anything...what would it be?

I don’t know, do you want to try, like anal or something?

Oh Andy, I might be the 1st girlfriend in the history of girlfriends to say this, but you need to watch more porn or something.

Hey, not everyone has a fetish you know.  And, not everyone grew up with a Mom who could guide them through, more importantly encourage them to explore this stuff.  Do you know, I was given a book, a really bad one at that, and told to go read it.  When I tell you bad, I mean it was like the scientific how to.  “Put tab P in slot V” and then a list of all the horrible diseases you can get when you actually have sex.  It was horrible!

Oh my god, you poor thing.  That does sound horrible.  Was it a “how to” or “why you shouldn’t have” guide?

I honestly don’t know.  Don’t forget, the mid-west was, and still is, very much a “don’t ask, don’t tell” kind of area.  And I’m not talking gay and lesbian, I mean it was like, a bunch of parents praying “please don’t ask us those questions” and a bunch of horny awkward teenagers saying “oh god, please don’t talk about that stuff”.  It’s a sexual desert.

Well, you are not in the desert anymore hun.  Besides, I have a theory on fetishists vs vanillas.  I think the vanillas just haven’t found their thing.  That’s what I think.

The who?  Who or what is a vanilla?

You, you are a vanilla.  A vanilla, and I’m sorry if that came off as an insult, I didn’t mean it that way.  A vanilla is someone who when it comes to sex, does not color outside the lines.  They are perfectly content with the Bday BJ in terms of spice.

I mean, who doesn’t like a Bday BJ?  But I’m sorry, when did my girlfriend become some leather bound, whips and chains using badass?  Oh, what are they called, Dom-something?

Dominatrix, they are called Doms for short.  And no, I’m not a Dominatrix.  And not all Doms are covered in leather and carry a riding crop around like the movies either.  But that doesn’t mean I can’t whip you into shape!

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For those of you who didn’t pick up on it, at this point in our relationship Andy was still unaware of what Liz and Emily do.  I guess I can see how easy it was for my Mom and Liz to gloss over what she did with me for so long.  Now that I’m on the other side of things, a simply explanation of a boring day job really throws people off track.  I guess if you make it boring enough, people don’t care what you do for a living.  Of course, we would eventually tell him, but as of now he didn’t have a clue.

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You know what, I have an idea!

[Sarah Penguin]

[Eagle0769]

That was a very interesting chapter.

I guess it is a man's fault but I don't know what Sara is talking about either. Would it hurt to tell him out right what it is that would help to rock her world. 

His up bringing is not what it should have been. I learned to ask. She never sounded like she enjoyed it so I asked if she did. She told me when her X made love to her the kids were in their bedroom next door. 

Unless he knows what you want he will never know. We think with our little head not the big one. 

Andy took it very well I would have been in shame.