Kinky Stuff

All kink, all the time.

I love his cock.

Jul 4, 2017 | Posted by in Being Poly, 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 bodyRead 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

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,Read more …

Sinful in Nola

Jun 11, 2017 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Memes & Prompts, Sinful Sunday | 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 meRead more …

Kitty Play

Feb 27, 2017 | Posted by in FebPhotoFest2017, Kinky Stuff | 1

After almost a year, this kitty finally got to play with her new toy.   One last February Photofest Image, then I’ve completed the picture-a-day challenge! I’m pretty pleased with myself, both in completing it, but also in finding a renewed interest in blogging. I don’r know how much that will translate to actually writing, but…it’s a start! Do check out the link below and check in with all the other bloggers who participated this month!

Day 3 – The Tentacle Gets Wet

Feb 21, 2017 | Posted by in FebPhotoFest2017, Kinky Stuff | 1

I had another task to complete before the weekend was over. I had to try to give myself an orgasm (tentacle not required.) If that meant in bed, where I was comfortable, or in a truck stop bathroom on the way home because I hadn’t managed the attempt before I left Kansas, so be it. But I hoped it wouldn’t come to that. I was traveling to visit family, so my alone time was limited, thus making playing with the tentacle or myself challenging – and all that much more fun for the illicit nature of it. I liked stealing moments away to play and think about him, to take the quick snap, before “normal” life resumed. But working myself up to an orgasm in that environment, or even finding the space/time to feel comfortable enough to attempt it, was going to be challenging of a whole different order. IRead more …

Day 1 – A Task

Feb 18, 2017 | Posted by in FebPhotoFest2017, Kinky Stuff | 3

This edition of the 2017 February Photofest is brought to you by Viper – he gave me a task. The task didn’t involve me posting the picture(s), but I thought what the heck…it’ll be a surprise. My task was to choose one portable, discreet sex toy to take with me on a trip I am making this weekend, and then to use it at least once each day, sending him photographic evidence.  This is Day 1. Happy Tentacle Sex Toy Day! (I just made that up.)