Kink of the Week

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 …

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 …

The Lure of the Sea

I was born in California. I did not, however and contrary to what most people seem to think when I tell them this, live near the ocean. There were very few beaches in my childhood, as a matter of fact, but there were enough to instill in me a lifelong love of the sea and “big water” as I often call it. Does that make the ocean a kink of mine? I think not, though I have done a lot of kinky things by the sea. And it’s not only the ocean, it’s any big body of water, although I by far prefer the sea. I was born in the Bay Area, but not anywhere near the water. I spent the first 7 or 8 years of my life in one or another of the nondescript, endlessly sprawling, “bedroom communities” of San Francisco. (That’s not as sexy as it soundsRead more …

Collaboration

col·lab·o·ra·tion kəˌlabəˈrāSH(ə)n noun 1. the action of working with someone to produce or create something. An internet meme is a kind of collaboration. A blogger, a writer, an author, imagines a theme and creates a space where other writer/bloggers can post their own contributions to the theme: Sinful Sunday Wicked Wednesday Masturbation Monday Friday is Boobday February Photofest Kink of the Week Food for Thought Friday All collaborations. As is my own, the Scavenger Hunt. The Scavenger Hunt is a collaboration in more than just being a meme though (at least to me.) The Scavenger Hunt feels like…an heirloom, a legacy. It has been through several “facilitators”…other bloggers that have managed it and then, for one reason or another, had to let it go. I am only the last of these facilitators. I took over the Scavenger Hunt at a particularly sensitive time in my writing life: I had closedRead more …

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 …