Kink of the Week

June 13 – This is why…

I started this post about roleplay days ago. Three to be exact. Inspired by another blogger’s writing, then driven to read every other post on the topic, I am marooned here for the moment, half-writing, half-cooking this post. This is why it takes me 2-3 days to really write a blog post. I need to time to ponder, time to ruminate, time to research and then formulate my thoughts on the topic. I can’t just belt this out in ten minutes, or an hour, or a day. But neither can I allow myself to feel that time is open-ended, because without a deadline, I will let a thought, or a feeling, or a topic, molder on until its timeliness is gone, and it no longer means anything. I’m struggling a bit with this; if I take off my rose-colored glasses, I recall that I had the same issues before, whenRead more …

June 16 – Roleplay

Jun 13, 2018 | Posted by in Every Damn Day in June, Kink of the Week, Kinky Stuff | 0

Do I or Don’t I? This week’s Kink of the Week is role play. (Yes, I wrote for it; no, I didn’t post it in time to link to it. Boo.) Anyway, I started this post out firmly in the camp of, “I hate roleplay!” and was relieved to read Kayla’s post on the topic: she dislikes role play for many of the same reasons that I do. It seems like everyone else is into it, in some form or another, and I’ve always felt a little like the odd man out. Oh, there have been very specific, in-the-moment times of something like roleplay in V’s and my sexual history that have been hot, but in general I am not fond of the typical kinds of roleplay: sex with the boss, doctor/nurse, sexy strangers, etc. So it was nice to find someone else who isn’t as well. (After reading aRead more …

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 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 …

What She Deserves

Oct 15, 2016 | Posted by in Fictions, Kink of the Week, Kinky Stuff | 6

From her place on the floor, kneeling, head bowed, Marianne heard the front door open and then shut with a sharp click. She couldn’t help but think that even the sound of the door shutting sounded ominous. It had been a long time since she had been in trouble, and Master was particularly displeased with her this time. She heard the sound of his shoes on the hardwood floor of the hallway, heard him pause in the doorway. She wanted to look up at him, to gauge his temperament, but she remained on her knees, eyes to the floor. She heard him cross the room, finally stopping in front of her, the gleam of his well-polished shoes a testament to her good behavior in other areas of her submission. I can polish a shoe like a pro! she thought. But she couldn’t keep her hands away from herself day inRead more …

On my knees

Jul 16, 2016 | Posted by in Kink of the Week, Kinky Stuff | 4

“I only hope that I won’t disappoint you When I’m down here on my knees… …and sweet surrender Is all that I have to give.” On my knees, head bowed, hands on my thighs. You stand before me, looking down, a stern expression on your face. “I’m sorry,” I say, “please forgive me.” There is a moment of hesitation, a moment in which I feel the ground beneath me and the weight of your displeasure above me. A moment in which I am small, and humble, a supplicant. Then you lay a hand on my head. “You’re forgiven,” you say, and tilt my head up to look into your eyes and see that it is true. I treasure this moment, this feeling of utter submission, of being in my place at your feet. ************************************************* We make our way through the crowd, the noise rising and falling all around us, theRead more …

Sweet Torment

Jun 29, 2016 | Posted by in Kink of the Week, Kinky Stuff | 5

“Here, let me show you,” he said, and took a length of twine, deftly wrapping it tightly around his scrotum, then between his testicles, and up, to encircle his already-jutting penis, before handing me the loose ends of rope. I looked from my hand to his face, then down at the prize I’d – he’d – captured. Captured and handed to me. I never thought I’d be in that position. Never thought I’d be writing about it here. What does a very-bottomy, very-sexually submissive woman know about CBT – cock and ball torture? What would I want to know? But then I gave the rope a little tug, licked the tip of his engorged, purple head, and looked up into his face – and what I saw there made me rethink this whole “torture” thing. What I saw in his face was a fierce pleasure – almost pain – anRead more …

More Words & a Boobday!

Jun 9, 2016 | Posted by in Boob Day, Kink of the Week, Relationship Stuff | 0

“Every time you go pee today, I want you to write one letter of the word “slut” on your skin. Somewhere it won’t be seen by others, but that you’ll know it’s there, and every time you see it you’ll know you’re doing it for me, because you’re mine.” ********************************************* Sometimes I start these blog posts with this wide story-arc in mind…I’m going to start here and talk about this, and it’s going to tie into Wicked Wednesday, or Sinful Sunday, or Masturbation Monday or the Kink of the Week, and then it’s going to go here and there and I’ll talk about this and that, and then I’ll finish with a flourish in this other post that I have in mind, coming full circle and tying everything together perfectly! Some days, like Monday, I miss the boat entirely. But then you get random titty pictures! Okay, okay, it’s notRead more …

Prescient Words

Jun 8, 2016 | Posted by in Kink of the Week, Kinky Stuff, Relationship Stuff | 1

So…apparently I am a dolt (once again!) and missed the deadline for the Kink of the Week prompt, which was “writing on Skin.” Grrrrr…!!!! Still, I’m linking it here because I wrote it, damn it!  (Kiss the lips at the end to check out other delicious writings and images on the same topic.) I’ve always had a kink for being written on. I can remember as a child playing “writing” on my BFF’s back: first she would trace a word on my back that I would have to guess, then I on hers. There was the guessing game aspect of it, but there was also a sensuality that I recognized – and responded to – even as a child. I can remember, distinctly, the gooseflesh that would rise on my arms and the nape of my neck as her fingers traced fine lines and images on my skin. Thinking about itRead more …

Time for the Boys: Masturbation Techniques

I never realized there were so many ways for guys to get off. I mean, it always seemed pretty straightforward to me: grip penis, stroke up and down, semen spurts out after a certain period of time. Okay, I fib a little – that did seem to be the preferred method, as far as I could tell, but I did realize that every man did it differently, just as every woman has her own special method. In fact, this little factoid tripped me up when it came to me being willing to try to get a guy off with my hands – something that has happened few enough times that I can probably count the instances. It seems so particular that I know I’m going to do it wrong, so other than a little (or a lot) of foreplay, I don’t usually try to do it. I have helped. I’mRead more …