Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
I haven’t let Papi see the lyrics. I wanted him to wait so I could surprise him. I think he’s as excited as I am as he leads me straight into the recording studio when we get home. He doesn’t even try to stall me by insisting I need a bottle or a nap first. That’s good because I probably would have argued with him until I ended up with a sore bottom if he thought to deter me.
I dash toward the instrument room as soon as Papi opens the door.
“Slow down, Little one. No running.”
Yeah, yeah, yeah. He tells me that every day. I’m not very good at walking. At least, this time, he doesn’t grab me around the waist and toss me over his lap to spank me.
Papi knows I’ve been waiting for this moment for a month. I’m so excited when I sit at the keyboard my hands are shaking. It’s silly. There’s nothing particularly special about today. It’s not like I’m recording anything or performing for anyone except Papi.
But this is a big deal for me. The only person I’ll ever sing to who matters is pulling up a chair next to me. My audience of one. My Papi. My lifemate. My cheerleader and supporter.
I lift my hands to the keys, but before I start playing, I need to center myself. I take deep breaths and turn toward Papi.
He’s beaming. Every bit of his attention is on me. It always is. I’m the most important thing in his life. I haven’t spent more than five minutes out of his presence since we started sleeping together.
He makes love to me several times a day, which is apparently not uncommon on this planet. He has let me explore him, too. I love it when he lies on his back and lets me climb all over him so I can taste him like he does me.
His cock is huge, and it’s difficult to wrap my mouth around it, but I do it when he lets me. He refuses to come in my mouth, which is probably for the best. The small amount of precome I get is enough to make my pussy drip.
I shiver as I stare at my man, letting my mind wander to all the amazing things I’ve experienced with him for the past month. I’m so glad I managed to talk Zack into letting me perform at Club Zoom the night that changed everything.
Sure, I’m still sad I will never get to perform in front of a live audience, but after I practice both my new and old songs for a while, Papi is going to record them. Then I can play them for my new friends. Maybe sometimes I can invite my friends and their Papis over to our house and play for a small audience. That would be fun.
Papi is giving me a sexy, encouraging smile. He’s not saying a word. He’s letting me get my head straight before I begin.
My heart is racing. It’s so filled with love, but it’s filled with other things, too. Colors. So many more colors of flowers. More than I ever could have imagined. The scent of those flowers and everything else I’ve come in contact with. The sounds of birds unique to Eleadia. The taste of my formula and the few foods Papi has introduced me to. The soft feel of blankets, towels, and diapers, which are made from the sumach plant.
Everything is new to my senses and has collectively inspired my first song. I’m not sure what to call it yet, but in my head it’s called Expanded Senses.
I finally turn my head to face the music, but I don’t need it. I close my eyes, let my fingers do their thing, and start singing about the new world I live in, what it means to me, and how every little thing has influenced who I am today.
For the first time since I arrived, I don’t hold back. I open up and let my voice fill the room. I become absorbed in my music, slipping into another dimension, one where all that exists is warmth and love.
Or maybe that’s the dimension I live in now. I think it is. I think it’s wonderful.