Memes & Prompts

KOTW – Collars, Revisited

The Kink of the Week is Collars. It’s a topic that has been covered before in the KOTW, but as Molly noted in the introduction, that was back in 2013; there are new writers out there; and there are also plenty of us that will revisit the topic again with new perspective. I discussed the topic myself for that 2013 KOTW, though it was on Kink & Poly, and of course my partner was W. You can read that post here, if you’d like. I just read it again myself, actually, and thought I would call out this part, in case a certain someone out there decides to read this but not that (I’m looking at you, V. ;-) ) I’d forgotten how incredibly visceral being collared for play is, how tied into something primal inside of me it is, how just reading this plucks that need for subjugation in me,Read more …

While we were chatting…

Dec 14, 2018 | Posted by in Boob Day | 3

I’m home today, suffering and (hopefully) recovering from a migraine, but even in that acute state of “no light!” “no movement!” “ouch ouch ouch!” I couldn’t help ringing Viper for our morning drive-to-work chat. I did without his voice for an awful long time while I was on vacation; it felt foolish to squander the opportunity now, just because my head felt like it was being split in two. It turned out that sound was also a bad idea, so the conversation was abbreviated, but he did make me smile through the pain (and we weren’t even in a scene!) And then I smiled again when I happened to look down and saw my nipple peeking out of my tank top, as if it was asking for him to pinch it. So of course I took a picture and sent it to him. And then I realized it’s Friday, andRead more …

The End of a Sinfully Indulgent Week

Dec 9, 2018 | Posted by in Everyday Jade, Sinful Sunday | 8

I’m working on a photo blog of the last couple days of the cruise, but as I was doing some photo editing I ran across this image, and I knew I had to post it for Sinful Sunday today. It’s a common enough angle for many of my selfies – I don’t have a lot that I feel the need to criticize here – but also, it epitomizes how I’ve felt all week: languorous, indolent, indulgent. Yes, it’LL be time to return to real life again soon…but not quite yet.    

Wicked Wednesday – Losing Control

Nov 14, 2018 | Posted by in Everyday Jade, Relationship Stuff, Wicked Wednesday | 3

I love this topic. There are so many ways control – having it, losing it, giving it up, having it taken from me – lives large in my life. I love it, I need it, I want it; I want to give it up, want it taken from me, want to lose it. I am struggling all the time to gain it, to maintain it; control of my diet, of my daily habits, of myself is an on-going battle. In my relationship with V, I say “take it” and then I struggle against him and fight against losing the control that I say I want to give up. Control is, of course, at the heart of my D/s relationship with Viper. More than the sadism/masochism, more than the rough sex, being controlled is at the very deepest heart of my submission to him; it’s what makes me tick, what IRead more …

KOTW – Female Domination

Nov 13, 2018 | Posted by in Kink of the Week, Kinky Stuff | 4

(I had to giggle when I googled “female dominant” and this image came up: “Wonder Woman is dominating at the box office.” There are so many inside and not-so-inside connotations to the image. But mostly it made me realize I don’t have ANY images of me with a dominant woman that I can share. That’s how rare an occurrence it is for me. In spite of being so completely delicious.) The Kink of the Week this time is Female Domination, which is strangely coincidental, since I have 1. recently bottomed to a woman, and 2. my Owner is in negotiations to do a double-topping scene with another woman for an upcoming event. No, I don’t equate bottoming to a woman to “FemDom” – not even to domination, really. At least in my life, as it stands, currently (that’s a fuckton of disclaimers there, isn’t it?) When I think of FemDom, or being dominatedRead more …

Yellow, in Black & White

Nov 11, 2018 | Posted by in Fictions, Kinky Stuff, Sinful Sunday | 8

I recently took a jaunt into the woods with my photographer friend Allan, Adam, and C, the girlfriend of mine that did this to me, in order to take pictures for his “yellow” theme. This is the one that we did pictures for out in Vegas. I’ve got some super-cute images that came out of this day, (the more we are together, the more comfortable I feel in front of his camera, the more I feel able to relax, be silly, have FUN with being the object of his lens) but this one – with the yellow deliberately stripped from it – is one I find oddly compelling. We’d been using the yellow rope again, and I wanted to capture a specific image. What I had in mind was quite a bit different than what came out of the session – and yet, in spite of it not quite workingRead more …

The Weekend at Kinky Kollege

Oct 31, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Relationship Stuff, Wicked Wednesday | 8

A Play-by-Play (sort of) Friday I have such a goddamned piss-poor memory. Here I am, at Kinky Kollege in Chicago, trying to remember if I have been to this event alone before. I remember doing a scene with my friend Bad Beast, and saying goodbye to him the next day…and I was alone then…so…I must have? But I don’t remember traveling up here or being here alone. So I’m confused. Was that the “Play to Red” scene time…I don’t think so. Mj was there. Adam and Warren were there. So no. So when was it? I am also remembering going to Cope alone. But also driving back from Cope with Viper. So…it must have been two different times. Did I play those other times, when I was alone? I don’t remember that either. Anyway, I’m here now, at Kinky Kollege (a twice a year kink con in Chicago) alone. Well,Read more …

Rope in the Basement

Oct 15, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Masturbation Monday, Memes & Prompts | 14

“Come on, kitty,” he says, giving me a little tug to get me to follow along, down the stairs, into the play room in the basement. I love public play, but I also love the play that is both public and private: at a play party, but down in the basement where it’s darker and closer and more intimate. This night, I’d been distracted by others’ negative energy in the main room and was having a hard time focusing on him and I, as I should have been. “Now,” he barks, his voice a sharp rebuke as I hold back, not yet in that sweet, compliant state. I hurry to comply. It’s dark down there, and I am not sure what he’s going to do. We had talked about rope, because that has been at the top of our minds, what with the photo shoot I am supposed to beRead more …

Yellow Rope

Oct 15, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Sinful Sunday | 8

I’m exhausted, but can’t sleep. Had a long, really lovely weekend, unmarred by moodiness or angst (mine or anyone else’s in my vicinity), and featuring some good times with friends, with Viper, and with Adam. And even some enjoyable time on my own. Today (Sunday) quite unexpectedly, I wound up at a favorite local park of mine, tied up and hanging from a tree while my photographer friend Allan (that I have mentioned here, and shown some of the photos he’s taken of me), took pictures. It’s amazing what you can do right out in the open, if you’re a) fully dressed, and b) look like you’re “official,” doing a “photo shoot.” Which we were, though there were times I wasn’t always completely dressed (I had my boots and socks on, okay?) But most times I was in a lovely yellow dress or in a black tank and leggings, andRead more …

A pause, a moment, a breath.

I woke this morning from a dream I had in which W was alive, only to remember that he wasn’t in the moments after I woke. That’s always a painful moment, when the realization hits – oh, wait, he’s not here anymore. This time, unlike some others when he has shown up in my dreams, I didn’t have the bittersweet joy – albeit short-lived, whist dreaming – of talking to him, of seeing him, of experiencing him alive once more, because in this dream I didn’t get to talk to him. I dreamed I was trying to each him via cell phone, but could not. I woke, reaching for my phone, to text him – “Call me!” Of course he never will. I don’t feel the overwhelming sadness at that thought that I used to, now. It comes with the understanding that our time has passed; that his time has.Read more …