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A Hairy Question

Mar 23, 2019 | Posted by in Relationship Stuff, Writing About Kink | 0

V asked me today, “What would you do/how would you react if I were to tell you to not color your hair or do anything to it? To just let it be?” He wasn’t asking me about hairstyles. It’s a complicated question, especially right now, when our D/s is on the back burner, waiting for us to figure things out again. Or me to figure things out again. I’m not sure I could say it’s all the way on the back burner, though: I was over at V’s last night, and little bits of it crept in, here and there. I’m not talking about out-and-out play; we did play, but it felt oddly bereft of D/s, more like topping. Which was fine. I needed a good ass-whipping, and that was what I got. But in many of our other interactions last night, the D/s was there, simmering under the surface,Read more …

February 28 – A Last Image

Mar 1, 2019 | Posted by in 2019 February Photofest, Writing About Kink | 6

I debated what to post today, the last day of this (rather spectacular) February Photofest. What fun it’s been! Both making & posting my own images and seeing everyone else’s. I have a lot of pretty images left over from the shoots with my friend Allan, and of course, since it’s Throwback Thursday, I could post one from the before time, but when I saw this pic that Viper took the other night, I realized that this had to be the last one. I love everything about it. My curves, the collar, the ink following the curves of my body; but it also tells a story with the pose, the chain, and the basement. I’m heading out of town this weekend for a mini-writing retreat to (hopefully) work on a submission for a bondage erotica anthology – I’d love it if I could somehow work this image into the story.Read more …

February 19 – Feeling Crafty

Feb 19, 2019 | Posted by in 2019 February Photofest, Writing About Kink | 3

I went to the craft store the other day to obtain supplies for both a personal project and for a new weekly task that my Owner has set for me. There I also found these adorable little clothespins in such lovely bright colors that I couldn’t resist buying them, tho I have absolutely no need for them. Well, except this. It had to be done.

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 thinkĀ 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 9 – Back from Ohio

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 …