Author Archives: Jade

February 14 – Cold Day by the Lake

Feb 14, 2019 | Posted by in 2019 February Photofest, Everyday Jade | 5

I have discovered Pixl! This was at the end of our adventure day. I was bundled up next to him in the car, drowsy, satisfied with our day’s ramble. Happy to be sharing this time with him, sharing a mutual interest. A lake by the highway attracted our attention. “I want to take pictures of you by the lake,” he said. We had to double-back to get to it. And there were more cars there than either of us had expected. It was cold. But I couldn’t resist his grin. It was such a beautiful day. Clear, bright, the sunlight like shards of glass, reflecting, prismatic. The sound of geese in the air. The breeze so very cold on exposed skin, on the rings below. It was a good ending to the day.  

February 12 – Red Jammies or Lingerie?

The thing I love about modern notions of lingerie (especially in light of kink) is that it doesn’t have to conform to anybody else’s notion of what lingerie is, except for your own. At least I don’t think it does. I suppose, if someone decides that Dickie coveralls are lingerie then maybe that would be too wide a definition? Nah…by the dictionary, it qualifies too: lingerie [lahn-zhuh-rey, lan-zhuh-ree, -juh-; French lanzhuh-ree] noun underwear, sleepwear, and other items of intimate apparel. Archaic . linen goods in general. adjective having the qualities of lingerie; lacy or frilly. So, yeah, those Dickies coveralls could work. I admit I usually think of the more common definition – that of lacy, frilly, underthings – when I want to feel sexy. But not always. The red shorty jammies and thigh-high sport socks I wore on Saturday night (to dinner!) were not exactly what one would call lacyRead more …

February 11 – Pain as Pleasure

I wanted to write about this topic for Prompt 5 of Brigit Delaney’s Erotic Journal Challenge, “Hurt,” but I’m me so of course I waited too long and the link-up is closed. I’ll link you to it anyway (click the icon below) so you can read what other people wrote. There’s some powerful, heart-wrenching, and incredibly brave writing out there. People really suck sometimes. But that’s not the only way to be hurt sexually. I’m talking about “good” hurt, obviously. And if you’ve read here for any length of time, you know that pain, for me and a lot of people, can be pleasurable, or can lead to pleasure. After play tonight that started with the above picture, V and I talked about our beginnings in BDSM. And I commented on having to ask my then-husband to hurt me. At the time, he was okay dabbling in rope, spanking meRead more …

February 10 – Can YOU Spot the Cock Rings?

Feb 10, 2019 | Posted by in 2019 February Photofest, Everyday Jade, Uncategorized | 3

A “Where’s Waldo” for the kinky folk. My cookbook/bakers rack. Standing there all innocent in the corner. With, you know, cookbooks and knick-knacks on it. This is exactly how it would have looked if the roommate’s parents and grandma had come over for dinner this past weekend, because neither of us registered what we’d left hanging there after our Christmas party. It took my daughter to point them out. She came over after we tried a new yoga class (trapeze yoga – super contra-indicated for the hip pain I’ve been having. Didn’t realize that till today, when my hip pain has increased tenfold. Gah.) Anyway. We spent the day messing with tarot cards, crocheting, watching Grey’s Anatomy (her second time, my first, with her explaining who everyone was and what all their quirks were), and talking about baking. Her: baking edibles (apparently she and her brother are going into aRead more …

February 9 – Back from Ohio

Feb 9, 2019 | Posted by in February Photofest, Kinky Stuff, Memes & Prompts | 1

Sunday Night, Home Again What a week I’ve had. I got very ill with a stomach bug the Tuesday before we left for Ohio, then came down with a vicious head cold Wednesday morning, the day before I was to go over to V’s before we headed out of town. It was to be our first weekend away, alone at a kink event, in almost 3 years. But instead of the pre-event debauchery I had imagined, I spent Thursday night drugged on Nyquil with a box of tissues curled up in the bed we share at his house, by turns whimpering because I felt so bad and apologizing because I felt so bad. I was medicated to the gills all the way up to Ohio in the car on Friday, although by that time the worst had passed, and 8 hours after we started out I was feeling more myselfRead more …

February 8 – I Woke Up Like This. #braless

Feb 8, 2019 | Posted by in 2019 February Photofest, Boob Day, Everyday Jade | 6

I’ve been working out downstairs, in my employer’s workout room, since the weather has turned so cold – I don’t like getting in and out of the cold to go from work to car to gym to car to home. Today, while getting changed into my workout gear, I realized I had forgotten to put a bra on that day. Yeah, I’ve got small-boob privilege. Hey, there’s gotta be some advantage to it, right? Seriously, though, while looking through internet memes and images about going braless, I was amazed at how many articles there were in various magazines pointing out and discussing this-or-that celebrity’s braless state. Apparently it’s big news, when a person decides to wear only one (or two) items of clothing over their breasts. It’s not even skin they’re being all shocked over, it’s just the shape of nipples – the fact that women actually have nipples, IRead more …

February 7 – Why TBT is So Damned Hard

Feb 7, 2019 | Posted by in 2019 February Photofest, Life Before, Scavenger Hunt | 3

I can’t claim this as a Scavenger Hunt because, frankly, I didn’t see “Blackberry Bramble” as a location, nor could I think of anything more generic to claim it as. So, you know, it’s a gimme. It looks like a Scavenger Hunt, but really it’s just me flashing my titties for Adam and Warren’s amusement in a public place. But if I am going to do these “Throwback Thursday” posts, I really have to include this one. Why? Because of the pure joy in these pictures. The happiness. I look at these pictures and I am transported back to that hot summer day… And then, I am boomeranged back to now. No wonder it’s so fucking hard to look at these.