Happy Friday my handsome queens! It was Rob’s birthday last weekend and we spent it enjoying some art galleries, eating vegan food, hiking around with Walter and Nori (his frenemy/little sister) and (mostly) enjoying the sweet sunshine in our garden patio, where we spend 98% of our time now. Here is a picture of me from this weekend looking glamorous and out of my writer’s uniform (sweatpants, vaguely un-showered):
And we stopped by an extremely queer and trans art gallery where I saw this hung up and knew I had to share it:
Be yourself. They’ll adjust. The journey to truly embracing myself — and recognizing that I was bisexual and also non-binary — has been a long and twisty one. Therapy has helped immensely, as has finding queer community that deeply understood what it was like to have always felt different. I could actually write a thousand newsletters on this topic alone, but in the interest of time I’ll say this: I am so fucking grateful for my queerness, it is a gift I treasure (and am proud of) every single days of my life.
And when I’m talking about “being yourself” I’m talking to everyone. You gotta keep exploring and celebrating your most authentic selves. Because this life really is too damn short and we’ve gotta stop and remember how fucking cool we are sometimes!!
🩷💜💙🩵💚💛🧡🧡
Keep on scrolling for some rakes, a new smut story announcement, a book-aversary and POND UPDATES. 😛 And if you’re local to Flemington, NJ, a reminder that I’m signing at Charmed n Bound bookstore from 4-6 pm tonight!
xoxo
Kathryn
“Evelina,” Fitz said, “I am every tool you’ve ever yearned for. Yours to command. Yours to take.”
“To take what?” I gasped.
His hands came to rest in front of my bare feet. Then he bowed his head and pressed his mouth there, like I was something sacred.
Every part of me trembled. His lips rose up the side of my right leg. “To take your fill. To wrench every last drop of ecstasy from your body. Tie me to the bed and fuck me ‘til dawn, my Lady. I am your willing servant.”
With deft skill, his large hands smoothed around my hips and then I was pulled to the very edge of the couch. Lockhart stepped forward, fisting his length, before kneeling behind Fitz’s bare body.
Fitz peered up at me from between my legs. “Now Lockhart is going to take his fill of me while you watch.” Then he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to a place I now know could bring me unending pleasure. “And you will use my mouth like a tool.”
Yesterday was the last chapter of TWO RAKES MAKE A RIGHT (😢) but I had so much fun with these three. Makes me want to write a historical romance. 😉
Romeo and Juliet X Bad Boy/Good Girl X forbidden X virgin hero
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Sawyer could barely speak, was only uttering please over and over. Was gazing at me like I was every dream he’d ever prayed for. Which I understood, because they were mine.
I stripped slowly, shimmying out of my clothes and enjoying the way each reveal of skin made them fuck each other more eagerly. The heady power of it, controlling the reactions of two world-class athletes with such finely-crafted will-power.
I ached in a way I never thought possible. Craved to be utterly wrecked by these two men in front of me.
Well it finally happened! My mini-pond now has eight (eight!) medaka rice fish swimming their little hearts out. Press play on the video to see how cute they are:
They are happy and healthy and apparently love/thrive in pond environments. So far they’re social and pretty friendly and you best believe I’m spending a lot of time sitting on a stool next to the pond and watching them swim around. 🥹 As long as these eight stay stable and happy, I’ll add a few more. Plus the snails that showed up from…nowhere???… have had about 1,0000 babies so the ecosystem is thriving.
It’s hard to tell here, but the fish look extra vibrant when the sun catches their scales — almost like teeny koi fish. One male has already impregnated like half of them and it’s unlikely the babies (fish fry) will survive but if they do I might next have many, many rice fish. Who knows! I learn something new everyday. 😅
I also added oregano, chives and basil in hanging pots and they are similarly thriving. The fish fertilize the roots and the roots help stabilize the water parameters (or something, I’m not a scientist 😛).
I can’t say enough what sitting by this mini-pond has done for my mental health, curiosity and creativity. It’s wonderful to watch an ecosystem grow and change, to be delighted by tiny fish and snails, to be responsible for their care. A sweet reminder of the tiny joys around us even when the world feels dark. 🩷
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