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P is for Pain…

Apr 18, 2018 | Posted by in #30DayOrgasmFun, A-Z Blogging Challenge, Kinky Stuff | 1

…and so many other wonderful words! Pee, penis, pleasure, pussy, pant, paddle… The word “paddle” reminds me of a funny story, before I get started on my real “P” word. My workplace gives us an Earth Day gift each year, something reusable or recycled, or in the spirit of the day in some way. They are always lovely gifts, and I look forward each year to what they will come up with. This year, they gave us paddles. So maybe they didn’t call them paddles. “Handmade, found-wood, all natural ‘utensils,’” they said. But we all know what they are, don’t we?? It was a really weird moment when my boss and I went into the office to pick out the one we wanted. I had to resist the urge to smack each one against my leg. And opened my mouth to comment on the relative weight of one to theRead more …

M is for…

Apr 14, 2018 | Posted by in #30DayOrgasmFun, A-Z Blogging Challenge, Kinky Stuff | 0

…many things. Masturbation. Meanie. Madness. Miffed. Let’s start with that first word: Masturbation. It’s kind of the word of the month, isn’t it? Well okay, the word is probably orgasms, but in my world this month, orgasms are all about self-pleasure. Or (sigh) not pleasuring. That’s right, I missed another orgasm in my #30dayorgasmfun quest. And this time Viper didn’t let me off with a slap on the wrist (or four orgasms in one day.) I’m officially on a week-long enforced orgasm dry spell. If you can call it “dry.” I completely deserved it. I got home after a long walk on my only free night this week and instead of doing anything I was supposed to (homework, write a blog post, do laundry, write an orgasm report, paint my bathroom, repot my violets, masturbate…hell, I didn’t even take off my clothes…before I fell into bed and into a deepRead more …

I is for Itch, J is for Jill

Itch As in, I got mine scratched. A lot. It started with me begging for a second chance. I’d missed my orgasm for #30dayorgasmfun the night before, and his rule was, I miss a day, I don’t get to orgasm for a week. I sort of had an excuse: Adam had come over and we’d had lots of food and drinks and stayed up binge-watching Masters of Sex all night. By the time we drug ourselves up to bed, we literally fell over asleep. But I begged and apologized and pleaded with him, and I think he knew how much I wanted to stay in the game, because he relented. I could continue the challenge – if I could manage FOUR orgasms this day. Four?!? I wasn’t sure I could. But okay, I’m going to try. Right after his stipulation. I’m in bed with Adam that morning. I’ve just readRead more …

F is for Fantasy & Frustration

Apr 6, 2018 | Posted by in #30DayOrgasmFun, A-Z Blogging Challenge, Kinky Stuff | 0

Fantasy Do you have a specific, go-to, tried-and-true, always-gets-you-there fantasy? I have several from before-V, and since he came along he has somehow managed to corrupt me even further with some of his. I can’t say the ones he’s implanted in my brain don’t get me off – because obviously, they do – but they delve into some darker corners of sexual fantasy that make it uncomfortable for me to admit to enjoying. And it’s not exactly enjoyment (even as I am orgasming.) Maybe the being uncomfortable with it is part of what gets me off about it. He has said that the fact that I fight against enjoying these things so much is part of his pleasure in forcing me to use them as wank material. And frankly, I don’t know if I get off because of the material, or because he forces me to use it. So I amRead more …

E is for Everything

I go from nothing to everything in the blink of an eye. One day I’m not writing at all, not participating in any blogging memes, not even thinking about writing for publication again…the next I’m in a daily writing challenge, mulling over new calls for submission, and writing like a mad woman. I’ve barely exercised for weeks and all of sudden I have joined a yoga studio, have downloaded a daily exercise app, and am looking at a biking challenge. I don’t go to the grocery store or cook at home for weeks, and then I lose myself in the grocery store for two hours, carefully planning out each breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next week two weeks. And oh yes, lest I forget: I have decided to also participate in a daily orgasm meme. Manic much? No, it’s not that. But I do reach a point of saturation,Read more …

A is for Arousal

Reading Marie of Rebel’s Notes’ Sinful Sunday post today reminded me that April is the month for the A-Z Blogging Challenge. I participated one year a few years ago, and another year we played our own A-Z blogging game, our public-rope-themed Alphabet Challenge (which was way more fun than any three people should be allowed to have together, and gave me so many wonderful memories with W – all chronicled in my then-blog, Kink and Poly.) I am still awed by the sheer volume of writings I did there, by the friends I made through that blog, by the way it not only chronicled our lives – W’s, Ad’s and mine, as well as my children’s and others who we came into contact with – through the years, but by the way it informed our lives together. It was, in the way that a location sometimes becomes a character of its own inRead more …

Teasing and Torment

Mar 30, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Relationship Stuff | 1

I need to date and timestamp my posts. I started this…what, six, seven days ago? It feels like an eternity ago, because all that time I’ve been on punishment, the saga of which I detail below. **************** I’m sitting here in bed, my tablet on my lap. Twenty minutes ago, I was doing exercises with a buttplug in my ass. Ten minutes ago I was laying on the floor, in the little space between my bed and my easy chair, still with buttplug in my ass, buzzing my Baldy against my clit and fantasizing about tying V to a cross and teasing him to a drippy, frustrated mess. Of course this was all at his behest – it’s continued punishment for that orgasm I stole. “Don’t you remember last time you stole an orgasm?” he said, when I complained about the situation. “Obviously not,” he says, sighing. “Looks like youRead more …

A Weekend

Mar 25, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Sinful Sunday | 6

In the interests of my new experiment, I’m just going to write a bit. What comes out could be fun; could be a big pile of doo-doo. Feel free to scroll on past… I just got a new phone. Had to conduct an emergency rip-out-the-battery operation when my old one decided to lock up and overheat, and, well, the recovery was a rough one. In fact it never really recovered. So today, Adam and I spent a goodly chunk of our day obtaining new phones. Why oh why is it such an ordeal to get a new phone? Okay, part of it was because I was torn between staying in my accustomed universe (ie Android) or drinking the kool-aid and become, as Ad says, a “pod person”. Yup, converting to Apple. I have resisted for…well…EVER, but finally, the lure of allowing V to follow my every movement proved too seductive.Read more …

Flying – a Scene

Mar 22, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff | 0

This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt was “Sad”.  Ah, hell, I thought, I’ll give you some sad. There’s the lingering, self-possessed sad of the loss of W. This month – tomorrow, in fact – is the Big Sad™, and there’s just no escaping it. It’s wound down though, to something that is almost…soft…padded…just below the surface; only occasionally startling me by rising up and sinking its fangs into me when I least expect it. It’s a sad I live with now; have accepted as a price of being me; have made peace with, at last. There’s the sad of recognizing – and accepting – changes in myself, as I age, as my body changes, as I face my own mortality, and that of my loved ones. There’s the sad of lost opportunities and missed chances, and of poorly made choices. There’s the sad of a broken heart, of a broken relationship; ofRead more …