Lukas and the Nipple

Item 1: 
My new story posted on nifty. It's called Lukas and The Shah DON'T click it unless you're on a computer where you can read filth. :) I like how it turned out and I want to make things go a little differently in future chapters. I want Lukas to not just accept everything he's told and I want Ari to be a little more 

Item 2: 
I hurt my nipple, just one of them. A likes to play with them. He's very into my "pink parts." He got a little too aggressive with one of them last night and I didn't notice until I hit the gym. I went this morning and did a quick run then stopped for some water. The gym is cold and I was sweating. 

I got on the elliptical machine I immediately felt my nip rubbing against my shirt. It hurt so bad. I went back to the treadmill but it still felt super agitated. 

I headed back upstairs and A's dad was there reading. He had me take a shower and then he painted it with the liquid bandage stuff. That covered it, but it has cleanser stuff in it so it stung like crazy. He felt so bad for me. 

It may seem weird having your father in law handle your nipples, but they see me as A's little lost child. They actually treat me as more of a man than he does. When he got home from work he had to look them over and reapplied more of the liquid bandage stuff. He kissed them and promised he'd start being extra gentle with them. 

Item 3: 
I learned from a fellow blogger that you can see the countries that view your blog! How cool is that? Here are my stats for the month of June. I can't believe it's almost July. My summer is slipping away. 

United States	1013
United Kingdom	124
Brunei	42
Australia	31
Canada	30
Greece	29
Netherlands	24
Singapore	20
Ghana	12

Item 4: 

I love almonds. If I only had one food, it would be that... and cucumbers. A refers to my bag of almonds as "Emri treat." I have them everywhere. There's a bag in his car, kitchen counter, inside the little drawer of the coffee table, my backpack, the bathroom... They're so good and good for you. 

Lukas and Yoga

When I wrote Noah's Starship, one of the biggest complaints from reader was that the first few chapters moved way too fast and skipped important details of new love. 

It's true! When I wrote it I was trying to do something interesting where I had one chapter showing a whole month of our relationship. That sounded like a really cool idea at the time -Do twelve chapters to show one year of how a relationship starts and evolves- but no it didn't work. 

I'm finally feeling up to fixing that and I'm halfway through writing chapter one of it. I need a title, something with the boy's name "Lukas." Any ideas?! 

Will it be a total ripoff of my previous stories? 
No. I'm making it different but including some of the cute things A. did that I didn't cram into Noah. 

Will it be hot with lots of action? 
Yes, but it'll be much more of a slow boil than my other series and more true to how much A. took his time with me. It took forever to move past the kissing, rubbing stage. It will show a lot more of the confusion I had with him where he freely explored me but did so in a way that left me questioning if he saw me as a young boy he was taking in under his wing or a hot guy he wanted to be with. 

Is it going to be one of my stories with a dominant Persian/Arab man takes on a submissive gay boy? Yes. 

Will that annoy people who maybe want some more variety from me? 
Possibly!

Should I ask myself questions and then answer them? 
I'm doing it... I'm doing it. 

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My love affair with the yoga guy has ended. 

I still go to his class, but A. doesn't get jealous when I go. It happened innocently. I was talking about the really great yoga class I go to at the gym in our new apartment place. His classes are perfection. I was talking about it so much that A. started to get jealous and he misunderstood. He thought I was into the yoga instructor instead of the class. 

It's just a REALLY good class, but he was picturing me drooling over some hot yoga muscle. 

Yesterday we were walking down to check the mail and get Starbucks and a break from his parents. We were in the lobby mail area when the yoga guy came in. 

Yoga guy saw me and gave a big, gay "HAYYY girl!" He rushed over and gave me a hug. A. does NOT like me being touched by other men so I thought he would give me that disapproving look, but instead he laughed. Yoga guy introduced himself to A. and A. shook his hand and told him how much I love his class. They made small talk and yoga guy left. 

"He is pixie," A. laughed when we walked down the street. "He is tiny boy like you, but much much older." He seemed very satisfied with that, and a little smug. 

Yoga guy is probably close to 40 and very small and fit. A. no longer sees him as competition. Needless to say he has zero problem with me going to that yoga class now. It makes it less fun. 

Evidence Uncovered!

A's parents have been helping me set up the new place. Yesterday we started going through the boxes of pictures and art for the wall. Well when the movers boxed them up, I forgot to separate the pictures that stay on the wall when his parents visit and the ones that come down. 

A. takes a lot of pictures of us and we use a site online where you can put them into collages and get them printed onto canvases. You can put messages on them too and some of them reflect that we are very much in love. :) It's not like we're naked or anything. It's just pictures like any couple would have. 

The us pictures got mixed in with our regular pictures... and of course his father pulls one out of the box. Luckily his mom was lying down for a nap. I felt that instant panic attack and froze like a deer in his headlights. They do know about us and that we're married, but it's not something we put in front of them. We don't kiss or hold hands or any of the normal stuff we do. 

His dad looked at it and nodded then asked where I wanted it. He didn't act like it was weird or anything shocking at all. I just kind of stared at him. He asked again. I told him I'd ask A where he wants them when he gets home. 

His dad looked at me with a raised eyebrow and said, "They are nice. You can do so much on computers now!" I nodded and collected the other ones and put them in our bedroom. 

I told A when he got home what had happened. He said not to worry about it and his parents know what we are to each other. He said he was sorry for putting me through this, that I deserve to not have to hide things. I got a nice cuddle and massage time out of it. When he feels guilty, he goes out of his way to make me feel nice. 

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New story is coming along. I'm handing off most of it to my co-writer. It's interesting to see where the characters go and it's based off the Tabula Colton universe. 

Sight seeing and New Series

A's mom wanted to do some shopping so A took us all way out to a big outlet mall with a casino next to it. He dropped off me and his mom at the outlets (the two people who do NOT speak the same language) and he went with his dad to the casino next to it. 

His mom speaks a little English, just enough to confuse me. I just kept smiling and nodding. She made me try on clothes and bought some for me. I kept telling her no, too generous, thank you, but she kept finding at least one thing for me at every store she went into that had guy clothes. I got dragged into some lady shops too. I tried to help her find the things she wanted and I carried stuff for her until we found the locker place where they hold things. 

A tried to have fun, but he kept texting me because the tracker app on his phone wasn't updating with me moving around. I think the area just had bad reception out in the desert. Plus he felt bad about leaving me alone with his mom since we don't share a language. 

It was funny though, at one point she was trying to show me something for A and she kept saying his name, but pronouncing it in the very Persian way which sounds very different to me. I had no idea what she was saying because she added other Persian words around it and I got confused. So then she pointed at my chest and then made this ring with her hands and put it on her head like she was saying "Your king." I was like... what the... what? haha. Then I finally got it and yelled his name. She nods yes yes and hugged me. She's very huggy with me. 

Then she tried to say it like I say it, but kept laughing. I then realized I'm butchering her child's name. She tried to teach me to say it like she does. I practiced it later with A and he just looked at me weird and shook his head. "No, Emi. Say it like you normal do it." I guess he likes the way I pronounce it. Maybe it's the difference between American A and Persian A. I guess that's why he never teaches me any Persian. 

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I'm working on a new series! It will be a spin off of Tabula Colton but set ten-fifteen years down the road with a new set of twins. We will get to see what became of Colton and Julian and Jackson and the other boys as grownups. 

Day one with the parents.

A's parents came in last night from almost 24 hours in travel! Needless to say, they passed out early. We had dinner and I walked around the block a few times with his dad so he could stretch his legs. 

His mom kept pinching me and telling A he was starving me and needs to feed me more. A's dad told me to be prepared for her to stuff me with food like the last time they came. 

They didn't talk about the fact that A and I got married. They didn't ask about the wedding... but they also didn't scream at me and try to kill me for being their child's gay husband. So they're taking it a lot better than an Iranian, muslim, older-couple would be expected. 

They treated me with the same over-concerned, loving, parental care they had the last time. I think they knew. I think they already accepted it by coming to see us the first time. They had to know what I meant to their son. They had to know how their son felt about me and wanted to be with me. 

I was super excited for them to be here, but then I slept in this morning and A didn't wake me. I went down to have breakfast and his parents were watching some Persian show, but invited me to sit between them while I ate. So I get food and notice new items in the kitchen. A's dad told me that the mom went for an early walk this morning by herself and got things from the Persian market near us. That's 3 blocks away!

That may not sound like much, but just the other day A got upset with me for walking just a block over to get things from the drug store. So his mother is allowed to walk alone, but his boy is not. 

I questioned A about it and he apologized for over-reacting. He said he was stressed that day and things weren't working out on a deal he put together. 

I've noticed that sometimes when things get out of control or don't go the way he wanted, he tends to be a little over-protective with me. It's a way of coping, I guess, like he needs to hold onto things a little tighter, like if something went wrong with something he put a lot of work into then maybe things can go wrong with other things he cares about. I know sometimes it can seem a little harsh, but underneath it is a ton of love. I like never having to wonder if he loves me. 

This morning we watched Iran lose their world cup match. It was so sad. They scored one, but then Spain got it taken back. I don't really understand soccer or know what's going on, but watching with his family made me really care about it. 

I have to keep reminding myself to not slide into his lap or be overly PDA in front of his parents. Plus we are calling each other by our real names instead of pet names. I did almost slip once and call him daddy. I caught myself midway through and changed it to his name so it sounded like Dahhhhkan then I just acted like I was about to sneeze...

Their goalkeeper is SO HOT! Alireza Beiranvand. That is a beautiful man. Can't you feel that Persian nose just ready to poke into you? ....Ok TMI, sorry... apologies... 

 

Surprise visit!

So today we handed over the keys to our empty, clean townhouse to a new couple. They were nice and a little older than us, well maybe between my age and A's age. It was so sad to watch them snoop around all the places we had memories... and sex. I got really sad, but then A was driving us home and he told me his parents are going to visit from Iran. It was a surprised, but he said I needed a good feeling. 

His mom wants to help me set up the new place. I told A to tell her she can move or change anything she wants. I plan to be her favorite in-law child. From what I hear, she only really likes one of them, the others are "disrespectful" as A has told me. I know how happy it makes A that I get along so well with his parents. I'm glad they like me. 

Arash Marandi. Persian Actor, reminds me of A. 

We're going to send my dad on vacation for some of it. He likes A's parents, but he's been itching for a trip to see some friends up north. 

Tomorrow I'm going to try a spin class! Our new apartment tower has a really cool gym with classes. A said I can go to a morning one and then his parents are coming tomorrow night. Can't wait. 

Not old enough to cross the street...

Last night A. (husband) came home from a hard day of work super tired and I was super tired from setting up the new place. My dad was off doing his own thing. A. could see I was worn out. He gave me a kiss, then said, "I buy you dinner. Let's go." We walked to a really nice place on the same block. We just wanted a quiet little table to sit and be served and relax. It felt nice. No moving or cleaning or organizing, just relaxing. 

He said, "I buy the boy dinner. I pound the boy like he wants. I rub the boy til he sleeps. I am good man. No? You have good husband?" 

"The best ever," I said. He always puts a smile on my face when I'm just over everything. It was nice to be able to walk to dinner and he could have a few beers without worrying about driving me home. 

Then today he got mad at me. We needed trash bags and there is a CVS close by so I walked over and got some things we needed. I love our new neighborhood, it's filled with high rises that have all the shops I need on the first floor. It's like a little New York. 

I texted him while I was there to see if he needed anything and he got upset. "Why you leave nest?" [Nest is what he always calls our home. He says it's the nest for his baby, but sometimes it feels like he means cage.]. 

He left his meeting to call me and he stayed on the phone until I was back in our building and up in the apartment. He told me to not do that again and wait for him to come home. He's ok with me going places in the building, but not to leave unless there is an emergency. 

Sometimes he reminds me I'm his child instead of his partner. He does it very gently and fatherly, but he has a hard line on some things. I know I need to push back more and he has even talked about how things will change when we have kids (He wants me to learn to drive before then), but it's hard. I like having an alpha who is in charge of things. Sometimes it comes out a little over-controlling like not wanting me to cross a very small street, but he is always coming from a place of deep love. 

I was happy to see he put the lease in both our names. He's been doing that since we got married. My name is on our bank accounts with his and even the bills are in both our names. He says it is in case something gets messed up with immigration and he gets taken away. That's a horrible thought, but he always plans for whatever could happen. He always plans for anything. 

So the plus side to being his overly protected princess is knowing he will always have a plan for whatever may come. 

It's time to write a new series. I have some ideas bubbling. But it's bedtime. 

Who knew Ukrainian guys were so hot??

Yesterday was our big move. They showed up at 8 am and spent about 8 hours moving us. We had two Ukrainian guys and a guy I thought was Arab, but A. said he was Latino. Either way, two of the three were hot! A. noticed quickly that I was interested and asked the unattractive one to work with me on packing up the kitchen. A. was using the bits of Russian he speaks with them. They spoke English with accents, but I think he wanted to show them he was comfortable with them. The guy helping me was fine with English.

So of course I spent my spare minutes googling hot Russian and Ukrainian guys. The two hot movers had these crystal blue eyes and one was bald, the other with very short, very light hair. They had that build of men who lift things for a living, not overly bulky, just very lean and strong. They were very nice to me but careful to address A and not talk much to me unless they needed to. 

One thing that was interesting was A. had packed away our personal pictures and all the little mementos that said we are a couple. I know he did that on the off chance that one of them might say something or treat me weird knowing what we are to each other. They could tell what we were to each other. The master bedroom was clearly where both of us have our things. But he can be overly protective of me when it comes to that. I think it's also that he comes from a culture where that is not discussed and we'd never live together openly where he is from. 

They started to warm up to me after a few hours. The movers were obviously straight and married. One of them mentioned that they all live near West Hollywood (lots of russians there) which is the gay part of town and also happens to be where the LA Pride was yesterday.  They mentioned this when A. had stepped out to take a phone call and we gave them a break. 

I said "Oh the pride parade!" with maybe a little too much excitement. They just smiled at me and one said, "Yes, you will like it much to see there!" They clearly had no problem at all with gay people. I think A. was just being overly protective. He does that a lot with me. 

But the new place is mostly moved in and today I'm working on putting stuff away and thinking over a million storylines I could write with hot Ukrainian movers. :) 

Moving... very moving

We went to sign papers for our new place this morning and look at it. It's so nice and really high up with crazy views. We can see downtown LA on one side and mountains on the other. It will be my first time living outside the city of Los Angeles even though now we'll be closer to the city. LA is very oddly shaped. 

We met with the leasing guy this morning and he was a fit gay in a nice suit and about my husband's age. He was very very interested in my guy who was completely oblivious to the fact that the agent was drooling over him. A. had on shorts and a t-shirt and when he sat down or squatted to look over stuff, you could see the aqua blue waistband of his boxerbriefs and the top of his butt which is very bubbly and nice. 

The agent guy was checking it out EVERY SINGLE time. haha. I was a little jealous at first, but A. kept putting his hand on my back, holding my hand when we walked around the place, and opening doors for me like he always does so it made it very clear to the guy that he was happily taken. 

It's a nice place though and everything is very new and clean. My dad will have a good sized room and a storage place for his tools and a spot for his truck. He is going to love it. It's a world away from the place he's leaving and not having to worry about money will help him save for retirement. 

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Last night A. made a bubble bath for some together time, but he put in way too much bath bomb and other stuff. We went upstairs and got naked and then when he opened the bathroom door to surprise me there was this explosion of woodsy musk. It hurt my eyes. He drained the bathtub almost completely and then refilled the water to dilute it. It turned out ok on the second attempt. Our new tub isn't quite as big as the old one, but it'll be ok for us. The agent said we should get in and try it out to see if we fit. A. declined to do that. 

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I've had a few ides for a new series to write. I'm not sure what I'll go with. Colton is nicely wrapped up, but I could go back and do another chapter that isn't centered on Julian. Julian and Jackson kind of took the story over and I should have made them a stand-alone series. 

When the move gets settled and we are in our new place I should have more time to work. A. has been taking me with him on business since I'm out of classes. He likes using the carpool lane on the freeway and he likes having me around. During the school year we get so busy and miss each other so we try to spend extra time together when we can. 

Robots, Moving, and Noah

I walked in on a crime scene this morning! A. had gotten up before me and was downstairs enjoying his coffee and Sunday paper. I went downstairs, gave him a kiss and then went to the kitchen and found our robot vacuum, Mr. Suckenstein, paralyzed in the middle of the kitchen floor. A. had turned him on when he made his coffee and then let him do his thing. 

The poor little guy had his right paw (whirly brush) tangled up in one of those plastic ties that comes with the newspaper. Not only that, he had sucked a dryer sheet up into his wheel. A. had to do some surgery to free him and then we had to change out the right brush with one of the replacement heads. He has a little limp to him, but he's trudging on. All the times we cursed at him for getting into stupid situations, but when we found him dying we banded together like good parents and saved our little robot baby. 

I'm desperately thinking of what I want to write next. I wanted to start a new series, but I already have so many that people want me to go back and do more of. Colton is on hold for a bit. 

I have the wedding chapter of Noah I could go back and finish. I only have five pages written, but it's a good start. I have 3/4 a chapter of Kyle, the companion series to Kasper's Den. I might go back and work on it. At the time I left it, I was just feeling like it was just the same thing I write over and over again. But doing Colton kind of gave me some new ideas for it. 

Our move is kind of on hold. A is being courted by a group of investors who want him to be their solo guy. They made him a really good offer and they're offering to pay for a really cool high rise apartment for us for 3 months in this SUPER Cool building with a rooftop deck and full gym with cardio classes and yoga and bikes we can use to go out. They want us to try out the area and see if we want to live there and work for them. I'm sure A made us sound like a poor young couple. He really sells it when he wants to. :) 

It's not Orange County, but it's a safe suburb just outside the city of LA with lots of shopping and fun stuff plus an aggressive police force. We went there yesterday and ate at a Persian restaurant in the little downtown so A could see if it would be a good fit. There are lots of Persians in the area and it's  out of the valley so it has cooler weather (It's 95 in our neighborhood today).