Kris Royal

What About the VMAs?

2002-08-31T05:29:20Z

Well, needless to say, our household (including Dad, of all things) was all wrapped up in seeing Justin Timberlake perform. LOL.

Dad made the immediate comparison to Michael Jackson (clothing -- including gloves, the gestures -- including grabbing himself, and so on). I have to agree, actually.

To me, it seemed either like some odd tribute (remember, it was MJ's bday), or very derivative. (Sorry, sorry Kevin! He's not in the mood to hear anything that smacks of criticism of Justin right now. Which amuses the heck out of this girl. LOL.)

Why they put off that performance until the end of the show was beyond me. But I suppose Justin should be flattered. They held him off and pimped him the entire time, so that shows how important they ranked his performance, actually.

In spite of what Kevin (and others) seem to think, I thought the show was good. Maybe not great, but good. The hosting was far better than in the past (thank God -- as we were all freaking out last year) and the camera work was interesting. (I agree with Milo about the quality of the shots, too. Very nice.)

I was pleased by several of the wins, too. (As Kevin says, for some of us a non-BSB year is hard, but we still have other performers we enjoy, after all.)

Well, VMAs aside, Kevin hasn't been feeling totally great recently. Sleeping a ton and just 'a tad punk' (as he likes to call it). Actually, Kevin has a lot of really cute ways to refer to feeling ill. 'Off his feed' is one. (Isn't that adorable? LOL.) 'Under the weather' (which I use, too). Not quite 'up to snuff' (I wonder what that refers to, exactly?). I'm probably forgetting others. LOL.

But not sick enough to keep him in bed (!) or off line. So I'm not overly concerned. But he hasn't felt like writing another chapter on his fic, so I suppose it's a sign. (Sigh.)

Anyway, he's all over researching it right now. That was pretty amusing when Dad saw Kevin reading a pregnancy magazine and asked, 'Is there something I should know?' Kevin actually blushed. ROFL. Dad must think we're both crazy. Here we are with all these pregnancy and baby mags and books all over the place -- and yet we're not even showing the slightest interest in going that direction. LOL. (We pick up the mags and books second hand -- what a deal that is!)

Dad must think we're trying to help James and Hallie out with all this reading. Right. It's all about the fic.

We read the mags and books aloud and discuss things -- and then Kevin talks a little (very little, really -- to me, anyway) about where his head is about the various series he's working on. LOL. It's fascinating.

I suspect Kevin will become some kind of pop mpreg expert or something!

He's been getting an awful lot of attention with this Justin/Kevin mpreg series -- that's for sure.

I like that he's stretching himself with a new style of writing that he hasn't used before. And by using a totally alien POV, too. (And believe me, Kevin writing as Justin Timberlake couldn't be more alien as a rule!)

It's so interesting how well it reads.

I have to admit I find some mpreg fics really boring. They spend way (way) too much time on random details of pregnancy (and on male ranting that rings overly hysterical to me) -- and not nearly enough time on the characterizations of the focus people being written about.

Yes, I'm into mpregs to see how a man would deal (just like everyone else is, I guess). But it's not enough to spotlight the negativity of the situation. (I get very tired of cursing men, by the way. God.)

Anyway, I'm going off on an unintended rant. LOL. I'm just glad Kevin's series makes us believe in Justin's pregnancy -- and spends time dealing with the interactions between Justin and Kevin Richardson (and doesn't simply focus 100% of the time on the pregnancy). After all, women don't simply become pregnant to the exclusion of a life! Why would a man? (Or, as usual, I'm very proud of -- and a bit in awe of -- Kevin's writing. He's very, very good at this. Yeah, I'm biased. But that's beside the point...)

Okay, I'm putting on a pot of coffee now. Kevin and I (and maybe Dad, too) need a nice late-night treat, I think!

Just like you said, Evamaria. Food is so comforting. LOL.

Anyway, I liked the VMAs -- and hope they help keep Kevin's mpreg muses flowing!

I'm adding Shanny shannymuse and Justin justinmac -- both are new friends of Kevin's.

Shanny, I'm well aware how lucky I am! He's one in a million (and I don't think I'm too biased when I say that). LOL.

Cheers!

Kris C-R

He Made Me Do It...

2002-08-17T07:35:45Z

...well, not really. But he challenged me! (Isn't that the same thing, really? LOL.)

After a particularly sinful (and deliciously satisfying) round of my husband's oral delights, we somehow got into a discussion about slash -- in particular femslash. He was specifically discussing FatJoey's "L&O:SVU" list -- and how it seemed to be primarily geared toward femslash.

Now this is slightly amusing, as Joey doesn't really like to go there. LOL. He's a slash boy -- and doesn't care for het, either, really. But he's such an open-minded guy and so laid back about it all that he's been totally supportive of his list being predominantly femslash (at least those who are active go there). Kevin told me that Joey told him that if members don't like it they can unsub--which I just love. Joey seems to be such a very cool guy to me...

Anyway, naturally Kevin had to challenge me. He said I owed him a good slash fic -- and he thought a femslash would suit a very liberated woman like me (loosely quoting him here). He said I always said I liked all slash, so I should 'prove it.'

Well, then he said I was chicken -- and them's fightin' words in our family. LOL.

Okay, I got a little curious about whether I could write it convincingly or not. I mean, I've experienced it, sure -- but I've never done it. And so Kevin started to do what Kevin does so damned well -- he started to talk it. (Whew. I have to stop typing and fan myself because when Kevin does sex talk in that deep slow drawl of his, it about melts the walls down. And it totally melts me. LOL.)

I figured if I just wrote based on what he was telling me, I'd probably be able to 'go there' pretty nicely.

Of course, you have to remember that I normally only write fics for myself -- and to share with Kevin and a few fanfic RL friends. I've never before posted a fic. I don't really think I'm much of a writer (certainly not like Kevin and his online fic-writing friends). So I was a little 'challenged' by the element of actually posting the short piece.

Here it is, anyway. If you're reading and not a femslash fan (or a fan of "Law & Order: SVU"), then skip this...

Title: "Daydreams" 1/1
Author: KrisR-C
Email address: krisroyal01@yahoo.com
Feedback: If you like it please share with me.
Fandom: "L&O:SVU"
Pairing: Olivia Benson/?
Date: August 16, 2002
Archive: Please ask.
Category: Slash (specifically femslash).
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: No intent to infringe on any legal ownerships. No intent to defame or slander anyone. Totally fictional and intended for entertainment only. No monetary gain occurred or is intended.
Summary: Daydreams are good -- and bad.
Warnings: Slash -- specifically femslash (two women involved with each other). This is pretty graphic stuff.
Beta: No. As my husband always says, 'bring me those mistakes and I'll give 'em a good beating!'
Dedication: To FatJoey (for starting this list -- and being supportive, even though he's not a 'femslash' fan) and to my husband (for giving me lots of advice based on his hands-on experiences... LOL).

~~~~~

She could not (would not) apologize for these brief encounters. Granted, cops were homophobic. Her male partner was typically so, in spite of his efforts toward liberal behavior. (But what could she expect from a married man with four kids, a wife and a mortgage? And a Catholic to boot...)

She had stopped analyzing her attraction to Elliot ages before. She'd skipped any attempt to press her luck, letting vivid fantasies suffice. (Often a good fantasy -- and a handy vibrator -- were better than the 'real thing' with some less-than-adequate date, anyway. They certainly beat the hell out of screwing up a good relationship with her partner.)

And as time passed, so did the longings. She'd been sure she'd find the 'right man' sooner or later. Her history and issues with men hadn't ever seemed to keep her from still wanting to be close to the opposite gender.

But the past year had been enlightening.

She'd managed to (narrowly) avoid most of the so-called 'fooling around' a lot of her college friends had been involved with during her school days. (Did she have regrets? Wish she could go back and do things differently? It was hard to say.)

She was certainly smart enough to know that she was frequently called a 'dyke' behind her back. (Along with many less-savory labels.) She didn't give a damn, really. But she did care about her record as an 'officer' of the law...

This 'new' attraction wasn't entirely a surprise. It had started with dreams (harmless enough) -- and quickly progressed to fantasy sessions not unlike those she'd practiced back when she'd been physically drawn to Stabler...

But it hadn't been enough. The dreams had increased in both frequency and intensity. She'd awaken in the dead of night with her heart pounding and body flushed -- rolling against the mattress in frustration. (Her fingers would quickly scamper up and down her damp flesh while she bit her lip to stifle her moans.)

It had told on her more than she'd anticipated. She'd begun to daydream at odd moments of the day. She knew she wasn't a typical 'dreamer.' The behavior didn't suit her. And her sleep had stopped being restful.

Finally she'd realized she had to do something. Take action. She wasn't a woman who liked to let life happen 'to' her.

So she'd taken every precaution she could think of. It had been helpful to have non-judgmental lesbian friends who would willingly give her advice. Through her contacts she'd managed to find several quiet and non-compromising 'establishments' where she could carefully pursue her needs (always varying where and when she went to further extend her caution).

Of course it wasn't easy to find exactly the right 'type' for these short occasions of stolen pleasure.

She wanted a woman who had the right look. A woman who would happily blur into exactly the right dream-partner when she squinted her eyes just so...

Here she was, again visiting a building that looked like any of the others that surrounded it. Quietly pointing at a picture on a sheet of those available for that night. No money exchanged hands. She'd set up a membership in this unique 'lonely hearts' club and could maintain her aloof demeanor while waiting to be escorted to a private room.

The room was just warm enough to exclude the need of a top sheet -- and dark enough to keep her from thinking too much about how her own body might look to her partner. She undressed with composure, neatly folding her clothes and putting them down on the plush divan at the end of the large bed. She sat down and waited, rising slowly to answer the polite scratch at the door.

Her companion quickly slipped out of the silky robe and they moved around opposite sides of the bed...

She liked the feel of the cool, slick satin sheets under her naked body. She liked the feel of the smooth, firm flesh under her questing fingers.

She liked the taste and smell of lotions; of perspiration and female musk as her tongue traced a gentle line along one curved thigh.

She hadn't avoided the 'oral goalpost' even on her first foray -- and now she struggled not to be too eager to press her partner's submission...

She continued to slide her lips and tongue over the soft skin, allowing her chin to just barely brush against the silky fair pubic hair...

"Please," the woman's voice half-pleaded, half-ordered her.

She settled her mouth to the target, a gentle rubbing of her lips to those blood-engorged nether-lips. Her lips could feel the tiny sharp tip of her partner's clitoris between the thick mounds of soft flesh. She touched it with a gentle prod of tongue and was pleased when the woman beneath her moaned and struggled.

It was never the same twice in a row, it seemed. Some women couldn't wait to feel the onslaught of impassioned oral sex -- while others could barely stand the slightest pressure of tongue to target...

She had easily recognized her own desire toward sexual dominance. She had to be the one who stretched above her supine partner. She had to be the one who made the other woman squirm and struggle.

It was easy to see -- when she'd allow herself to reflect on it -- why men hadn't managed to satisfy her needs. They were always too dominant, even when they'd allowed her to take the upper hand.

She lifted her face and squinted up at the quivering body in her line of sight. She could make out strands of long blond hair. It was good enough.

She now used her hands to hold down her partner's hips as she began to attack her lover in earnest. Her tongue lapped and thrust and prodded. Her lips pushed and rubbed. Her teeth gently nipped. She was merciless.

The onslaught of pouring wetness was only one small part of her reward. The other woman was moaning loudly and struggling heartily under her, but she was in control. It didn't matter how many times her lover was pushed to orgasm. She had to finish her feast. This was about her own needs... She could feel herself throbbing in orgasm as she continued.

And when she was satisfied with this, she finally slid her body up and over the shivering woman. She pressed herself against the muscular legs. She rode until she crested a second time; her heart pounding so hard she could feel the knocking in her eardrums.

She let herself drift then, as she rested on the firm flesh of the woman below her. She daydreamed. She pretended...

In her daydream the other woman was whispering to her. "I love you, Olivia."

She slept.

~~the end~~

So I did get a feedback already, too!

'Very nice! She aint the only one who has sweaty dreams about Elliot Stabler! (and the Criminal Intent guy, although he's probably overanalytical and all-knowing in bed, too...)

Sue'

My first fb. How exciting. I had no clue I'd care what anyone (except Kevin, of course) thought about it... Interesting.

Well, all in all a very nice day. Skipping work (like my childhood days of sometimes skipping school!) and ending up sharing hot afternoon delight with Kevin and then sipping tall glasses of iced tea and snacking on cheese and crackers. LOL.

Oh, and I joined FatJoey's "American Idol" fic list today -- and even did the Newbie Survey (which I might even stick in here tomorrow). I'm excited about that show and that new list! (This is pretty weird right now with me doing things at lists, seeing as I'm basically your typical 'lurker girl.' LOL.)

Then writing and posting a fic (which unfortunately had mistakes in what I wrote prior to the fic post and inside the template -- which made me mad with myself, but oh well).

And then even an fb!

Kevin has promised me he'll give me an even nicer 'reward' for my efforts tonight. (That's a promise I look forward to, believe me.)

Dad came home in an exceptionally good mood this evening. I think he's finally getting on with life. I know he still misses Mom terribly (so do I, God knows), but he's finally gaining some acceptance and enough distance to move on. I'm grateful for Kevin's long talks with Dad. (I know Kevin's had a hard time with Dad since we moved in here, but he's been pretty patient...)

Okay, it's time to brew our late night pot of coffee and sit around watching TV and chatting (which is what I think Kevin and Dad are already doing). The weekend looms -- and Kevin has no work (thankfully). I hope we can screw around (yes, literally, too) and just play for two days...

kris r-c

Taking A 'Sick' Day

2002-08-16T21:10:39Z

Okay, so I'm not sick today. LOL. Oh well. I needed a day to rest. Or to work around the house, anyway. I never do this as a rule, so why not this once? (And why do I feel so guilty about doing it?)

I guess it's because Kevin never ever misses anything work-related. Even when he's sick as a dog. He'll drag himself out to 'do his duty' and it makes me feel guilty for even thinking of staying home with period cramps or a cold...

Yeah, I'm lucky to have a husband who takes these kinds of things seriously. But who can dream, too. Around a year ago Kevin was thinking of getting what he often calls a 'real' job. But I love his singing -- and I don't want to see him give it up. Sure, he could still sing if he did other work -- but I feel like something would go out of him...

The money he provides is enough. After all, he works two jobs if you consider all the work he does for that publishing house! (And he'll often do that in the middle of the night.) I don't mind being the one to provide the major amount of what we live on...

You can't live on money alone, anyway! You need dreams and joy and excitement and youthfulness in your life. Especially as you start to get older. Not that we're that old, of course. LOL. But I know Kevin feels like he should have achieved more at his age. Bullshit. He's the strongest man I know and very good and kind and thoughtful with so many people...

And to think his whole website is really a way to please me and his friends. LOL. Yes, I know he's proud of it and gets pleasure from it, but he started the whole 'slash-writing' fanfic phase of his life because I keep nagging and pushing him. Because I loved the idea of taking slash (which I've loved forever) and applying it to boyband members (my other long-time love).

I need to do laundry. At least I've changed the beds. Dad is actually out with some friends for some senior-group picnic (sounds like fun). Yes, my Dad and Mom were 'older' parents with me. My sisters were often like a second set of parents, because of the age difference. Which mattered when we were kids and oddly enough doesn't matter at all now!

Isn't it interesting? One minute you're young and very stupid about anyone older than 25. The next thing you know you're over 25 and age doesn't really matter anymore. Your friends range from 15 to 95. LOL. At least, ours do...

I need to clean the toilets. Sigh. I hate cleaning the bathroom (which is silly, I guess).

Oops! Kevin is back from his work. Now he's nuzzling the back of my neck. Now it appears I might not get anything practical done.

I love my husband and my life. It might not be perfect, but it's damned close. Okay, we could use more money. We struggle trying to share a house with my Dad. But so what? We love each other and have friends (on and off line) that we love, too. Family -- which means a lot -- that we're close to and love. (James and Hallie and little Thomas are wonderful -- and I'm glad they're so close by!)

We're not 'just the two of us' by a long shot -- which I feel is a healthy thing. We're not too insular or 'selfish' with each other -- or with our time. We love strongly and we share our love with a large circle of other people.

And -- on that note -- my husband now wants my full attention, so so much for reflections... LOL.

We do find a lot of time for each other, too -- which is perfect, I think.

kris r-c

Slave 4 U

2002-07-22T11:15:21Z

...okay, it's 4 a.m. and Kevin and I are still awake... (Yes, I'm ready to go again when he gets his second wind!)

It's amazing how some nights we're simply not that tired. After all, some things are more important, right?

Dad seems to be managing to sleep through us (and I was not very quiet, I admit). Fortunate that we've got a basement bedroom. (Maybe it muffles the sound. Or so I like to tell myself.)

I'm all over Britney's "Slave 4 U" for playing during the act. Kevin seems to like that, too (though God knows what Dad thinks when the music is going and I'm moaning like crazy...).

Why is it so weird to think of Dad in the house while we make love? After all, he and Mom were still 'close' up until he got so sick. (And they snuggled all the time after that -- rather than stay in their own bedrooms and their own beds, which they've had forever...)

Mom once told me that having your own space was important -- even in marriage. That no two people wanted to be with each other every second. (I guess that was when I first realized that most of my friends' parents didn't each have their own bedroom. I guess I was too wrapped up in images of Scarlett o'hara in her own room to catch a clue!)

I do try to give Kevin space. I think that's important for a good marriage. And I like my own time for my own things, too!

And we both like to spend time with our own friends -- besides the time we spend with other couples and shared friends...

Sounds like Kevin is growling for me. (Nice sound. Very sexy.)

So much for this post!

kris c-r