Wicked Wednesday

Black

I waited until my packing was *somewhat* complete before I turned on my laptop to write, but then the damn thing told me it has a “major” update. I told it to update overnight last night, but I guess it only did part of it, because it’s been installing updates now for 30 minutes and it’s only at 4%. It’s also telling me, “this WILL take awhile,” (emphasis mine), but that’s telling, as it usually says this “may” take awhile, and then takes forever. It may not be done until I get back from San Diego next week. But perhaps making me wait to write is for the best. My mood was black and who knows what vitriol I would have spewed forth on these pages if I’d sat down to write then. For now my ire is contained, and besides, it’s hard as fuck to write eloquently or forRead more …

I is for Itch, J is for Jill

Itch As in, I got mine scratched. A lot. It started with me begging for a second chance. I’d missed my orgasm for #30dayorgasmfun the night before, and his rule was, I miss a day, I don’t get to orgasm for a week. I sort of had an excuse: Adam had come over and we’d had lots of food and drinks and stayed up binge-watching Masters of Sex all night. By the time we drug ourselves up to bed, we literally fell over asleep. But I begged and apologized and pleaded with him, and I think he knew how much I wanted to stay in the game, because he relented. I could continue the challenge – if I could manage FOUR orgasms this day. Four?!? I wasn’t sure I could. But okay, I’m going to try. Right after his stipulation. I’m in bed with Adam that morning. I’ve just readRead more …

C is for Catastrophe

I’m going to take author’s license here, and use the Wicked Wednesday prompt word in a decidedly not-anything-that-the-word-means way. But it’s a play on the word (sort of) that works in my world right now, and fulfills both the Wicked Wednesday prompt and today’s A-Z Blogging Challenge letter.  And it’s really not “wicked” in any way, but I’m trying to get back to participating more… So what the hell am I talking about? Well, I’m using the first part of that word, “cat”…and the rest, though it’s not exactly a “catastrophe”, is a bit more than I bargained for when my roommate and I first started feeding her…the cat…the feral cat… Before the roomie and I moved in, we had rented our house to my daughter and her boyfriend for two years, before said boyfriend stated he could no longer live in the city, and they moved out to aRead more …

Day 28 – Keep Dancing

Feb 28, 2018 | Posted by in February Photofest 2018, Wicked Wednesday | 8

This month of pictures went by so fast! And I didn’t even post images from all the things we did over that wonderful weekend. (And I know, I missed yesterday.) Well I’m going to forgive myself, and go out with a bang. This gif is pretty much how I felt all weekend. What a truly special time it was. I had such fun sharing photos this month. Thank you all for stopping by and playing along, and for all the lovely comments! I admit that blogging is (about a thousand times) easier and more fun when I have images to inspire & remind me. Can I keep it up after the pictures are gone? I don’t know…but, I’m okay with that. It is what it is. Meanwhile, I’ll keep dancing, singing, playing, loving – I hope you do too!      

Chemistry, or, How It Began

Feb 16, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Wicked Wednesday | 3

We’re at a party, the first party I’ve been to since W’s passing, actually. It’s a small gathering in a friend’s home. The playspace is in the basement. I’m sitting on the arm of a sofa, he’s next to me. I’m talking with someone else about being caned. A “proper British caning,” is the way I describe it. “I don’t know about a ‘British’ caning, but I give a pretty good caning,” he says. He’s someone I’ve known tangentially in the scene, though his wife’s presence has always been more conspicuous, and, indeed had caught my eye before. I had only ever noticed him doing electrical play, having intense discussions about technology, and once, hitting on someone in a very obvious fashion (it appeared to have worked, because they ended up together for a couple of years.) But – I had noticed him. “Really,” I said, looking down at himRead 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 …

Memory Lane

Nov 1, 2017 | Posted by in Life Before, Wicked Wednesday | 15

I have resisted all week in writing about this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt: “Memory Lane”. But I couldn’t keep my mind from going there. Such a dangerous place to go for me. Even thinking about it sends a quiver of dread, of anxiety, through me. I live with my memories – with the pain of them – so close to the surface, even now. Today, for some unknown reason, as I typed “November 1” in a document, my breath caught, tears blinded me. I don’t know why, or what triggered the response. I’m afraid to look back, to search for the source of the pain. I keep thinking, berating myself, “Aren’t you the fuck over it yet?” And yet I know I’m not. I have dozens of Scavenger Hunts that I – we – completed…but I can’t bring myself to post them. Even now, almost three years on, I justRead more …

Smoke and Mirrors

Oct 26, 2017 | Posted by in Everyday Jade, Uncategorized, Wicked Wednesday | 4

It shouldn’t have happened, but after a perfectly lovely start to an evening out with Viper, we ended up in a huge fight. I could give reasons for my temper; explain how I was triggered, and, hurt, came out snarling and fighting, because that’s what I do when I’m hurt. But I won’t make excuses.  There may be reasons, but nothing excuses my behabior. Sometimes I feel like my life is a game of smoke and mirrors. One I am playing on myself as much as on my “audience.” I present myself to the world as one thing: a good person, loving, conscientious, giving; but I fear in my heart of hearts that the reality is far different. That deep down I’m this angry, damaged person. But I keep trying to fool the world, trying to fool myself. Even though I know my reactions didn’t happen in a vacuum, evenRead more …

Our date-aversary, in which I learn that there’s a correct way to eat sushi.

Oct 4, 2017 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Wicked Wednesday | 9

Apparently I’ve been doing it all wrong. “Don’t disassemble it,” V admonished, watching me pick apart an avocado roll to make more manageable bites. “Pick it up and put the whole thing in your mouth. It’s meant to be an explosion of flavor in your mouth, all the flavors at once.” Explosion in my mouth. I could think of something else I’d like to explode in my mouth. Back to the task at hand: an entire piece of sushi crammed in my mouth, me trying to chew around it. Hey…it was good. Fantastic, actually. He was right. Even if the size practically made me choke. How do I manage to deepthroat all those cocks? We were at the restaurant we’d gone to on our first date, and then on our first date-aversary, and now on our second. It’s a tradition, now, right? I guess we better hope the restaurant doesn’tRead more …

Space of My Own

I am always always always late on these Wicked Wednesday posts, even when they are something I want to write about. Even though I get the email as soon as Marie Rebel posts the prompt. Maybe I should make that a blogging goal. I have decided to make myself modest (very modest) writing goals this year, because, in the past, that has worked to some degree for me.. Nothing like the goals I have set in the past (a story a month submitted for publication? How crazy was that? Even crazier that every one of them got published…) but something to work for, something to give me a little boost whenever I make a goal. So? Maybe doing – at minimum – the Wicked Wednesday prompts. We’ll see. Still cogitating on that one. Anyway, I digress. This past Wednesday’s prompt was about “space.” The prompt talked about space like, youRead more …