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Drive Me to the Edge

Mar 12, 2018 | Posted by in Kink of the Week, Kinky Stuff, Masturbation Monday | 4

Edging. He uses forced edging for a multitude of purposes: as a training tool, as punishment, as a way to heighten anticipation. When the tables are turned I’ve used making him edge all day as a form of torture, and to see how far he’ll let me push him. Edging in itself is not a very pleasurable activity for me; it is mostly frustrating, sometimes annoying, sometimes a misery. Maybe I like it best when it’s a misery, when I truly want to come and he is denying me – but not by simply saying no, that’s not enough, no. Because then I could just stop thinking about it, turn away from wanting sex, and be done with it. No, it’s best when I hate it, when he makes me drive myself to the edge, forcing me to go there and wait for his permission, never knowing if he will grantRead more …

Day 26 – The Birching

Feb 26, 2018 | Posted by in February Photofest 2018, Kinky Stuff | 0

And in an animated version of Day 6’s Whipping Dance… The Google Photo Assistant is so much fun. I can’t help but share this gif that it made for me. This was the last “scene” thing we did before we left that beautiful place by the lake. I had bought V a birch cane for Hanukkah, and he felt that outdoors was the ideal place to use it – it just so happened that “outdoors” was also in 18 degree weather. He did let me keep my parka on this time though…    

Days 24 & 25 – Baby Got Back

I missed yesterday’s February Photofest post. I had running around to do, then spent the afternoon with my daughter and mom, teaching Mom how to use the Instapot my dad just got her. Like my mom really needed another kitchen gadget. Name a gadget or one-use kitchen item in the universe, and it’s somewhere in my mom’s kitchen. But it was a pleasant-enough afternoon, if you discount the horrible weather I had drive in, which put me hours behind in my “to-do before I go out to the party with V” list, and posting here was (only) one of the things that got left undone. I’m okay with the sacrifice, though. Every hour I get to spend with my elderly momma is a blessing, to say nothing of getting my daughter all to myself in the car for two hours. All those things that you would tell your younger self in aRead more …

Day 18 – Reward Number Four

Feb 18, 2018 | Posted by in February Photofest 2018, Kinky Stuff, Sinful Sunday | 4

But what about three, I can hear you say. There was Reward Number One, and Reward Number Two, and now Reward Number Four? What happened to three? And what ARE these “rewards”, anyway? Well let me explain. There’s this show called “The Expanse.” Have you seen it? Viper REALLY likes it. I was ambivalent about it, mostly because I have so little time to devote to TV watching, so when he kept saying, “Have you watched it yet?” I finally said, “Maybe you should make it worth my while,” and he said, “Getting wrapped up in a great show isn’t worth it?” and I said, “Well, no, especially if there’s the possibility of something better…” and the very next day he offered me a “reward” for each episode of episodes 1-4 that I watched. Ya’ll know he regulates my orgasms, dictating if I may, when, how and how many, andRead more …

Chemistry, or, How It Began

Feb 16, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Wicked Wednesday | 3

We’re at a party, the first party I’ve been to since W’s passing, actually. It’s a small gathering in a friend’s home. The playspace is in the basement. I’m sitting on the arm of a sofa, he’s next to me. I’m talking with someone else about being caned. A “proper British caning,” is the way I describe it. “I don’t know about a ‘British’ caning, but I give a pretty good caning,” he says. He’s someone I’ve known tangentially in the scene, though his wife’s presence has always been more conspicuous, and, indeed had caught my eye before. I had only ever noticed him doing electrical play, having intense discussions about technology, and once, hitting on someone in a very obvious fashion (it appeared to have worked, because they ended up together for a couple of years.) But – I had noticed him. “Really,” I said, looking down at himRead more …

Day 15 – Boots and More Boots

I didn’t think “boots” were a thing for me, when I first saw that they were the topic of this week’s Kink of the Week. After all, for all W’s obsessions with heels, they didn’t seem to include boots – unless you were talking ballet boots, of course. But then I gathered all my boots together for an accounting, and I realized: I might be the one with a thing for boots. I counted 21 pairs, to be exact. Knee high boots and ankle boots, thigh highs and cowboy boots. Shit-kickers and paddock boots, hiking boots and hiking boots with 5 in heels. Pointy-toed boots, boots with flat heels, brown and black and pink boots. Suede, leather, PVC and I-don’t-know-what boots. Daytime boots, nighttime boots, booty-call boots and these-boots-are-made-for-walking boots. “Adam!” I said, when we were getting packed for the weekend. I need my boots.” (I’d left a pair orRead more …

Day 14 – Pink

Feb 14, 2018 | Posted by in February Photofest 2018, Kinky Stuff | 6

I know, I know, it’s Valentine’s Day, so I should be posting something Valentine-y, right? <sits and ponders> Nope, ain’t got one. What I do have is this image, because sharing is caring, right? This is from the weekend too.  

Day 12 – Frozen Dancer

Well hullo there! Looks like I missed some February Photofest days, but I do have an excuse: I have just returned from a weekend away with both guys. It was a weekend of good friends, much laughter, and an inordinate amount of debauchery and sex with the guys – but with no internet connectivity. We did, however, take lots and lots of pictures, which I will gladly bombard you with for the next however-many-days left in February. It really was so much fun, and I did some things I never thought I’d do, and lots of things I was hoping to do. Where to start, where to start? Well hell, maybe I’ll start at the end (because I can’t ever do things straightforward.) Dancing naked on a frozen lake in 18 degree weather. That’s a thing I never thought I’d do.