Monthly Archives: September 2018

Girls’ Weekend, cont.

Sep 20, 2018 | Posted by in Life Before, Scavenger Hunt, Throwback Thursday | 0

First, in honor of the weekend, a Scavenger Hunt that I did years ago in Chicago, after a 4-mile walk down the Lake Michigan shoreline with Ad and W. I had a couple of reminders about that trip while I was in Chicago this last time, so it seemed fitting that I would do a Throwback Thursday Scavenger Hunt featuring it. I tried to find the posts I wrote about the trip in Kink & Poly, so I could reference it for anyone was interested in reading about it, but that was a little too deep down memory lane, and I gave up. In any case, the memory of these pictures makes me happy. It was a trip where W and Ad and I had brought W’s granddaughter’s moose stuffie along with us and took pictures of it everywhere, so he could share his travels with her. And where, whenRead more …

Give it to Me Loud

Sep 13, 2018 | Posted by in Uncategorized | 2

For some reason, when I first saw the title of someone else’s post on this week’s Food for Thought Friday prompt (“Being Vocal” by submissy), my mind went straight to Viper telling me dirty stories – and making me tell him dirty stories – during sex. Then I thought about the way being talked to a certain way during play turns me on. And the way just a change in tone of voice can make me wet – or make me feel contrite. And I started getting all excited, because that’s what good writing and fantasies – even my own – does to me. Then I read the actual prompt, and I realized they weren’t talking about that at all – they are asking about the sounds you, and/or your partner(s), make during sex. Ohhhhh! Well that’s a whole ‘nuther thing now, innit? But maybe not so much. Lots ofRead more …

Someday…

“Someday” is a really hard concept for me. I have always been an “in the moment” person. Delayed gratification has never been my strong suit. One of my earliest memories is one I am ashamed of, and yet so epitomizes me in regards to delayed gratification. My “real” dad, my biological father, got to see me only every other Saturday, and even that my mom and stepdad did their best to ruin or minimize if they could. We’d go on some adventure, and then, on the way back to my mom’s, we’d split a Hershey bar. It was our special treat (and it is my favorite chocolate to this day.) On this Saturday, he was running late in getting me back to my mom. I didn’t know then what I  do now: any minor transgression my mom would report to the court, to use against my father to deny himRead more …

A Magical Weekend, or the Weekend of the Misplaced Bra

Sep 11, 2018 | Posted by in Everyday Jade, Who Is Pieces of Jade? | 2

So much magic. So many connections. So many things happened – even when they seemed to be a “bad thing” – in just the right, perfect way. Today, as I left, in just the airport, I met and talked to a fascinating woman at the bar for an hour about all the things. I have no idea why she decided to talk to me. She just took the stool next to me and the next thing we knew we were talking about…hell. Everything.  Work and life and jobs and divorce and satisfaction and new loves and old; about being happy or being content, and whether they were the same thing. About taking chances. About living, truly making the choice to live, not just survive. Then there was the guy in line that commiserated with me when I couldn’t hear the announcements for onboarding the plane. For 15 minutes while weRead more …

Girls’ Weekend!

Sep 7, 2018 | Posted by in Everyday Jade | 2

Heading to the Windy City this weekend for a girls’ weekend with a much-loved friend – who I haven’t seen in three years. We met at a kink event, and that is actually the only place we’ve  met in person – various kink events, and once for a week at my house. The rest of the time we have kept in touch – for, oh, about 7 years? – via Facebook and text. I know everyone (including me) decries how technology distances us from people, but in this case (and with many of my long-distance friends) it brings us – and keeps us – together. Or at least in touch. We have a big weekend planned. I arrive in Chicago at 8am tomorrow morning. Which means flying out at 7, which means I need to be at the airport at 6am latest. Which means I have to leave Viper’s houseRead more …

More Ocean. Sort of.

Sep 4, 2018 | Posted by in Everyday Jade, Life Before, Who Is Pieces of Jade? | 2

I’m sitting here at my computer in my 3rd-story room, looking out over the dark city streets, while Ad and Felix slumber in my bed. We have had a full weekend already, with yet another day of fun planned, but I am unable to sleep. I hope three fingers of Fireball and this posting will give me some respite. Ever since the prompt for the last Kink of the Week, I have been – carefully – sorting through images of the ocean/beach vacations I have taken. So many beaches, so much life lived. So much joy. And, looking at the ones with W, so much…  Not sorrow, but…I don’t know. Nostalgia. Longing for what might have been; for what was lost. I look at those images and I can almost feel my hands cupping that beloved face; almost see his grin, still see the love shining in his eyes. IsRead more …

Garden Glass

Sep 1, 2018 | Posted by in Sinful Sunday | 26

Last summer (wow, has it been that long ago?) I went to an exhibit at the Botanical Gardens called “Glass in the Garden.” I may have even written about it here, I can’t quite recall. The exhibit featured glass in the shapes of leaves, trees, flowers and all manner of growing things, placed strategically throughout the Garden, and then lit up at night. It was beautiful, and my pictures don’t do it justice. But I ran across the pictures today as I was searching for inspiration for the Sinful Sunday prompt, “Macro.” They inspired me to try a little garden glass of my own. Of course, my glass isn’t flower shaped. And doesn’t really belong in the garden. But I think it’s kind of pretty anyway. Don’t you?     Check out the rest of the Sunday Sinners getting all macro this Sunday!

The Lure of the Sea

I was born in California. I did not, however and contrary to what most people seem to think when I tell them this, live near the ocean. There were very few beaches in my childhood, as a matter of fact, but there were enough to instill in me a lifelong love of the sea and “big water” as I often call it. Does that make the ocean a kink of mine? I think not, though I have done a lot of kinky things by the sea. And it’s not only the ocean, it’s any big body of water, although I by far prefer the sea. I was born in the Bay Area, but not anywhere near the water. I spent the first 7 or 8 years of my life in one or another of the nondescript, endlessly sprawling, “bedroom communities” of San Francisco. (That’s not as sexy as it soundsRead more …