Kinky Stuff

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Our date-aversary, in which I learn that there’s a correct way to eat sushi.

Oct 4, 2017 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Wicked Wednesday | 9

Apparently I’ve been doing it all wrong. “Don’t disassemble it,” V admonished, watching me pick apart an avocado roll to make more manageable bites. “Pick it up and put the whole thing in your mouth. It’s meant to be an explosion of flavor in your mouth, all the flavors at once.” Explosion in my mouth. I could think of something else I’d like to explode in my mouth. Back to the task at hand: an entire piece of sushi crammed in my mouth, me trying to chew around it. Hey…it was good. Fantastic, actually. He was right. Even if the size practically made me choke. How do I manage to deepthroat all those cocks? We were at the restaurant we’d gone to on our first date, and then on our first date-aversary, and now on our second. It’s a tradition, now, right? I guess we better hope the restaurant doesn’t…Read more …

Wishes

Sep 18, 2017 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff | 2

It’s the end of two nights together. I am at the dining room table, both laptops open while I work on homework. Surprisingly, we had not had a heavy scene over the two nights. Saturday we had played at our local groups’ playspace, but it had been a rope scene – more predicament and psychological play than straight-up impact. Remembering balancing on one leg, the other high up in the air, spreading me open for all to see; the rope tight around my torso, arms and leg; the feel of whatever-it-was he was whacking me with sharp and insistent as I spun away from him and struggled to stay upright. Then him drawing me in close. “What’s a kitty say?” he whispers in my ear. “No,” I say, just to resist. He smacks my thigh. “What’s a kitty say?” “Ow!” I yelp. He smacks me again, sharper. “What’s a kitty…Read more …

Touch Myself

Sep 10, 2017 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Sinful Sunday | 15

I don’t even remember the why now, but I remember there was a reason I was taking a photo of myself, touching myself. We play these games sometimes. Middle-of-the-week, I-want-you-to-touch-me-but-you-can’t, I-want-to-be-with-you-but-I-can’t, remote games. “Let’s play,” I say. “Give me a task,” I say. “Let me do something for you,” I say. I touch myself; take a photo.

His.

Sep 8, 2017 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff | 1

I was in a weird place. I’d had a perfectly lovely weekend away with my daughter – an accidental mom-and-daughter camping trip in Sleeping Bear Dunes, Michigan, which happened because both her boyfriend and Adam were unable to accompany us as originally planned. I’m not ashamed to say I was fine with the change. I would have enjoyed their company, but having the Girl all to myself all weekend was a real treat. I’m also not ashamed to admit I had some trepidations: I hadn’t camped in more than 3 years, and not without an able male-bodied person in 10 years or more. We also had an 8 hour drive each way, and I had rented a 4-wheel drive truck to haul our gear. Not my usual mode of transportation. But! We went, we survived, we had an amazing time. BUT…I’d also left with unresolved issues between Viper and I.…Read more …

I really love my new heels.

Jul 24, 2017 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, The Binder | 4

I wanted a grown-up pair of heels that were still a bit sexy, a bit sassy, for work. I used to wear my slut heels to work occasionally, at W’s behest, and loved doing it, but – even though there is a new girl here that does wear some wild ones – I just don’t feel the impetus to do so anymore. Still. Can I be Jade without my heels?  I think not!  (Click the link for a lot more shoe love.) So, I found this pair, and I think they are a good compromise. And then…I found a way to make them dirty. When I saw the challenge “sex with an object” in the task binder that Viper prepared for me, I knew I had a way to show him how much I love them – and a way to make them just a little sassier to wear. I…Read more …

I love his cock.

Jul 4, 2017 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff | 2

I love his cock. The length of it, the breadth of it, its smooth, silky head, hell even the smell of it. This morning it was musky, his perspiration and the smell of sleep mixing with the scent of my own body, that had lain pressed against him all night. He’s as much a cuddler as I am, perhaps more so, as I frequently feel myself grabbed and drug back into his embrace if I have escaped to the cool side of the bed in the night. Last night we went to a play party with a group of our friends. Ad was there too, as well as V’s wife and her play partner(s). He and Adam double-topped me. It was a great game: me down on my hands and knees in the middle of the roomful of people (or face up if that was my choice), “presenting” whatever body…Read more …

Boundaries with the Romantic Guy

Jun 26, 2017 | Posted by in Being Poly, Kinky Stuff | 0

Once upon a time, what seems like eons ago, I wrote this as the beginning of a new blog post: “I am embarking on yet another new adventure tonight, and as I do so I am filled with trepidation and a sharp longing to be back in the “old days,” the days before he died, my days with Warren. I am missing him so much in this moment that it’s hard to muster up the excitement I felt yesterday when I finalized my plans; or even the nervousness of last night when I contemplated what will most likely happen tonight. So what exactly am I doing tonight? I’m having what I consider to be my first “real” date with the “potential love-interest” I mentioned in an earlier post. It’s been awhile since I went on a first date. It’s been an even longer while since I dated a vanilla person.”…Read more …

Dirty Innocence

Jun 18, 2017 | Posted by in Being Poly, Everyday Jade, Kinky Stuff, Life Before, Sinful Sunday | 5

I laughed a bit to myself when I decided to post this for Sinful Sunday. I mean, it’s just not all that sinful, right? And yet…I find the image oddly sexy and yet comforting at the same time. This is me, now – this is my dirty-girl-ness, so unlike it was back then, when I masturbated on a dirty, grimy floor while W pissed on me.  And yet, sitting on the deck overlooking my little city yard, cooling off after spending the morning on my hands and knees gardening, I am happy. Yes, happy and content with my life. There’s a little more to this story, I suppose. I sent this to my new guy, the Romantic, maybe I shall call him, who is at least nominally vanilla. I guess at some point I need to fill ya’ll in on what’s been going on on that front. But for now, suffice…Read more …

Sinful in Nola

Jun 11, 2017 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Memes & Prompts, Sinful Sunday, The Binder | 23

As part of the game V set up for me for while we are apart, he gave me a number of tasks/activities that I could complete – all completely voluntary – but when completed, would earn me points towards rewards when he returns. One of them was this: Get spanked by a person of your choice for a written and read out loud confession of some transgression real or imagined. The “deliverable” for this was a write-up of the experience, and/or a video, if possible, of at least the confession. The place we’re in gave me an opportunity to complete this task in spectacular fashion, as it actually has the door to a confessional booth as part of a wall. The grate through which one speaks opens to the shower room behind, another lovely touch. On this day, though, the door had Adam behind it, ready to hear my confession.…Read more …

Morning Blowjob

Jun 8, 2017 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff | 1

It started in the hour before the alarm was set to go off – “of course,” Ad would say, “it’s vacation.” Why wouldn’t I wake spontaneously hours before I needed to be awake? Like a kid at Christmas morning, I can’t stay asleep when I know there is vacationing to be done. Never mind that vacation is not official until 11:30 a.m., when I walk out the door of my office today. Anyway, I woke, and wriggled my butt against him where he spooned me. And was surprised – and gratified – to feel his cock harden against my backside.  It’s been awhile for us, for various reasons. But this morning… I pushed back some more, and he woke fully. I stroked him, reveling in his long, hard length. Have I mentioned it’s been awhile? Before he could change his mind, I opened my legs and guided him into me…Read more …