Memes & Prompts

Too Much Sun

Aug 10, 2018 | Posted by in Boob Day, Memes & Prompts | 7

I spent all day Saturday in a raft on the river. Even with a liberal application of sunscreen, I got a bit toasty, and since we couldn’t be naked, I got tan lines! First tan lines I’ve had since the melanoma. The “got too much sun” parts of me are almost the same color as my no-nipples!    

Twelve days between kisses

He actually said those words to me. Or, okay, typed them. But. I know, it’s not that freaking long. I mean, I really know.  I do not intend to imply that it’s anywhere near the kind of misery that people who have to endure weeks and months apart endure. Hell I was there when W had to go stay with his ailing mother for months on end. But… This feels different. I know, I know, I said something similar back then, when W and I struggled to stay connected through the long weeks of his absence. And, truth is, this is not the first time V and I have been separated for this length of time. It happened in the first 6 weeks that I knew him, as a matter of fact. But… This feels different. W and I had a very deep, very intimate D/s relationship. How I feltRead more …

Alone

Jul 29, 2018 | Posted by in Masturbation Monday | 8

The house is quiet, the windows dark as I pull up. The tree-lined street seems to be holding its breath in the late summer heat, waiting for the thunderstorm building on the horizon. I open my car door and step out, thoughts on chores and and tasks, lists and commitments. On how many days it is till I see him again. I let myself in, stumbling over the threshold from the garage to the mud room and fumbling for the light switch. I’m still not used to this house and where everything lives. It’s odd being here when they are not. This house…feels so different than the other. So ripe with possibility and promise. Maybe it is only the faint melancholy of the past that taints my memories of the other house. Here we have a new start. I water the plants, take the trash bins to the curb, checkRead more …

“V” Marks the Spot

Jul 29, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Sinful Sunday | 9

It’s been a long time since I bought the “Viper” for V. I believe it might have been at the very, very beginning…maybe when I went to Madison for their kink event? God, that was like October of our first year together. And that was three years ago. We are coming up on another anniversary, Viper and I, although he will still be out of the country with his family when the magic date rolls around. I’m a little disappointed, but priorities, and also it’s mostly a date made up by V anyway. Ad and I have never celebrated an anniversary, in all our 18 or so years together, so obviously it’s not a “thing” for me. Still I like that he chose to mark me well with his “V” before he left. It’s been awhile since he’s ended a scene with the Viper – perhaps because what we’ve beenRead more …

Something I’ve wanted for a long time…

Jul 22, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Sinful Sunday | 10

Saturday night Adam and I attended a friend’s play party, and she made my night (and week, and maybe longer?) by fulfilling something I’ve always wanted to have done to me: she made a needle corset on my back. Earlier in the weekend, something else I wanted and waited for for a long time was discussed…but the outcome was not as positive. In fact it left a pall on V’s and my date night together, which I regret. More discussion will be had, I am sure, but now’s not the time to talk of it. Because Sinful Sunday is all about the image, right? Check out the link below for other Sunday Sinners. 

Baby, baby, I hear a symphony…

Jul 18, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Wicked Wednesday | 5

I really tried to write for this Wednesday’s prompt, “Symphony.” I even had the beginnings of a story… He was a lover of the symphony; she was not. “It’s so boring,” she would say, her voice perilously close to a whine. “You need some culture,” he’d reply. “Honestly, give it a try, you’ll like it.” For three years it had been like that, and every year he had insisted, and she had gone, and he had loved it and she had been bored. Really, he should have just left her home, but he truly was convinced that she would learn to love it. And besides, it was an excuse to see and be seen with the beautiful woman he had married. “I’ll tell you what,” he said this year. “I’ll make it worth your while.” She raised an eyebrow sceptically. “Oh? And how’s that?” “We’ll make it a game,” heRead more …

Guilty Pleasures

Jul 16, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Masturbation Monday | 8

We all have them…the pleasures we reserve for nights on our own, for those times when no one else is watching. Mine? An unmade bed. Let me clarify: my bed, with no sheets. Just the mattress cover. Sometimes even without pillow cases (gasp). It’s laundry day. I’ve stripped the bed. The comforter is piled at the foot of it, the mattress cover says, ‘please, cover me in soft linens!’ Of course that’s what a good girl would do. She would never lay down in an unmade bed, with no sheets, her body naked, the seams of the mattress cover scratching her just-washed skin. Noooooo. I’m a linens snob, I admit. If I was snooping for clues about a person, the first place I’d look would be what kind of books they read, the next would be the quality of their bed linens. So then, yes, this guilty pleasure of mineRead more …

A Strong BoobDay

Jul 13, 2018 | Posted by in Boob Day, Everyday Jade | 7

So this is probably not your “normal” Boob Day image. But, hell, I’m not normal, am I. (Who is? What is? Who gets to decide these things?) But I am sharing it for Hy’s Friday is Boob Day meme because…well…I love my breasts here! I love their soft curves, their little round, pillow-y hillocks, even while every other part of me is straining. I love my nipples, tight little points that echo the strain of the rest of me. And I love the strength in this image – my strength, while still being…beautiful. Touchable. Thank you, Hyacinth, for celebrating boobs in all their shapes and forms!  

A Different Sunday

Jul 8, 2018 | Posted by in Sinful Sunday | 8

This really was an actual Sunday when this was taken. Shocking, I know. The Sunday after my friend Busty McGee’s wedding in Las Vegas. I know, I know, it was FOREVER ago…I’m just now catching up, okay?? I think it’s kinda…cute, in its salaciousness. Heh. Thank you to my friend Allan for having such a perverted discerning eye. He’s the best! xoxo Click the lips below to to see who else is being sinful and/or salacious!

Round Two

Jul 2, 2018 | Posted by in Masturbation Monday | 3

We laid in bed, the sheets and our limbs in a tangle, the cold rectangles of light from the uncovered windows by turns illuminating and throwing shadows across our bodies. A sheen of perspiration coated our skin, testament to earlier exertions in that very bed. Earlier we had played in the new basement. It wasn’t the first time we’d played there, but it was the first time we’d orchestrated a “scene” rather than have it happen randomly, organically. I’d gotten some whacks, felt the blunt trauma of steel sex toys shoved inside me, ass and cunt, felt the brutal impact of the Viper against my flesh. And then… Fucking. Honestly, I don’t exactly remember the first fucking. The last time we’d fucked he had denied me release, over and over again, while I begged and pleaded, all the while knowing he wouldn’t give in. This time? I’d have to askRead more …