Wicked Wednesday

#naughtyScavengerHunt – Castle

Nov 19, 2019 | Posted by in Everyday Jade, Scavenger Hunt, Wicked Wednesday | 1

I awoke this morning with a migraine – “morning” being at 3AM. But instead of laying in bed moaning (and not in a good way) I decided to make the most of my unasked-for morning hours: I downloaded some photos, posted a Sinful Sunday, reminisced about a fun weekend and decided to write another blog post (this one.) The main reason that we went down to the Lake of the Ozarks the other weekend was to hike up to the castle at Ha Ha Tonka State Park. It’s not an *actual* castle, there were no knights or dukes, kings, queens, serfs or a moat here: it’s a replica built by a rich businessman from Kansas City in the early 1900’s. His family actually used it as a vacation home before it burned down. Thereafter the ruins and the 5,000 wooded acres it stands on, as well as Missouri’s 12th largest spring,Read more …

Greetings from Chicagoland

Oct 16, 2019 | Posted by in Kink & Scenes, Wicked Wednesday | 2

Hellooo all you lovely people! Much like my posts from the Grand Canyon (that, yes, I still haven’t finished) this is going to be another discombobulated, rambling, back-and-forth-in-time blog post. The thing is, it’s just too damn hard to make it all coherent afterwards, so…you get a mish-mash. I’ll try to organize it by day at least… Friday Afternoon So hey ho! Here I am, ensconced at a hotel with about 300 other kinky folk – well, spankos, to be precise. (I just got told downstairs by a nice boy from London that that he was told at his first spanking party to “avoid the BDSM/kinky crowd,” because our kind and his kind don’t mix. In my many years of mixing in all the groups, I have found that this tends to have more than a drop of truth in it, but I’m pretty sure I left him with aRead more …

At the Core…Why I Write

“I want to feel like that again,” I said to myself recently, after reading something (I can’t recall exactly what, more’s the pity) that was sexy and erotic and tantalizing and made me feel…well. Sexy, erotic and tantalizing. When had I stopped feeling that way? As I wrote that last sentence I had an answer in my head, and I almost wrote it out, but I won’t. I don’t want to do that here, to do that now. I just want to…write. To feel all those things I used to feel when I was writing. I want to be here, be real, be present – but leave behind the angsty Jade I have been. Yes, I want to be authentic, but I also want to shed the authentically angst-ridden person I have been recently. I don’t know if it is possible. On the other hand, why not? That sexy, sassy,Read more …

#WickedWednesday – Pleasure

Jul 17, 2019 | Posted by in Kink & Scenes, Wicked Wednesday | 4

“How will I know you’re in pleasure, versus pain?” she asked, the first time we played. It’s a legitimate – and important – question, when negotiating a BDSM scene with someone new, for those on both sides of the slash. I’ve asked myself that when watching others’ scenes: How does the Top know that that person screaming is – though in pain – in a “good” place? That it’s good pain? That it’s even something like “pleasure”? I certainly can’t tell from my vantage point. Sometimes, in the midst of things, I can’t even tell if what I’m experiencing is pleasure or pain. She didn’t need to ask me when we played this time, though. She’d seen my dance, experienced me bouncing up on my tippy-toes and back down to the ground, arching my back and sticking out my ass in pure pleasure/pain. This pleasure, though, is different than whenRead more …

Erotic Humiliation

Good morning and happy Saturday! (I know, I know, this isn’t Saturday, but that’s when I started this, and I didn’t want to rework the beginning. I should never date my posts that way – it always takes me a couple of days to finish them, and then I’m stuck with this.) It’s a not blisteringly hot day (yet), and I’ve just walked across the park to a little coffee shop for breakfast and an iced latte. I’ve known about this place forever, have even eaten here a time or two, but it wasn’t until the other day, sitting here with Adam, my daughter and a couple of friends before Pride started, that I realized this is the writing spot that I’ve been looking for. I’ve been trying to find a place away from home to write, and although my preference would be to write at a friend’s sex-positive coffee+ shop,Read more …

#AtoZChallenge – I is for Indecent

Viper wanted me to do dishes in just my top the other morning. He thought it would be naughty and scandalously indecent for me to be traipsing around with my bottom hanging out in their kitchen, in front of their big picture windows (ok so the windows face their backyard, but, you get the idea.) He didn’t realize my blouse came down over my butt. So, not so scandalous. I felt sorry for him not getting to see my butt, so I gave him a little flash. Brigit of Brigit Writes has posed the question for the Erotic Journal Challenge, “What make you feel sexy?” I’d have to say being a little “indecent” hits my sexy button pretty hard. Showing a little too much leg, wearing a dress cut down to “there” in front or back, material that clings to all my curves suggestively. A lacy bra showing under aRead more …

#AtoZChallenge – C is for Crave

I see V again Thursday night. Twenty-four hours. Not so long to wait, in the scheme of things. BUT. It’s been so long since we’ve been in “that” space together. Saturday night, I got a taste, before something unexpected happened and we had to stop, too soon. Up against the cross, wrists tied, skin bared. His hands on me, his mouth on mine, his body pressed heavily against my naked skin. I squirm a bit. Wriggle my ass, feel the heat between my thighs. His fingers are there for a moment, then gone. He steps back. The flogger whistles through the air. It lands with a thud against my back. My ass. My thighs and my shoulders. Between my legs, back to my ass. I’m warm now. Grooving to the music and the tempo of his strikes. The flogger is heavy and thick, pushing me against the cross; except whenRead more …

Forward by the scruff of my neck

I’m moving forward, if incrementally, into a more stable emotional space. I am hoping that feeling better will spur my motivation to write, as well – you know, like the sexy, naughty stuff – but we will see. At the moment, I’m not feeling any sexy, naughty stuff, much less doing any sexy naughty stuff, so it’s kind of a moot point, but, you know, it could happen. Or I could write fiction. As it stands, V and I are kind of in a holding pattern. We’re not off, but we’re not exactly on, either, as I struggle through the emotional morass I have found myself in. We’re holding still. We’re communicating (sometimes a lot) and mostly in healthy ways, and still seeing each other our two times/week. Last weekend we even saw each other in the middle of a weekend day (gasp.) But things aren’t entirely – or even remotely –Read more …

Ask for It

Jan 30, 2019 | Posted by in Wicked Wednesday | 14

It’s 3 a.m. We’ve just climbed the stairs to bed after a night out, in which we’d had drinks and talked to people, but not played. I was too cold, and even when we got home, asked if we could just build a fire and cuddle on the couch until I got warmed up. I ended up falling asleep in his lap. “Get me a cane from the cane bag,” he says now. I had taken note that he had had me bring the cane bag up to the bedroom, something he seldom does. But it was 3 a.m. I looked askance at him. “The skinny white plastic one,” he said. I hunt through the cane bag, a little shiver going through me. I know the cane he’s talking about: thin, hard plastic. Short but severe. I bring it back to the bed where he is laying on his back,Read more …