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#AtoZChallenge – G is for Green (and So is #SinfulSunday)

I’m cheating a little: I missed “F” on Saturday in the #AtoZChallenge, and today is not supposed to be a letter day according to the official calendar, but this week is a theme day for Sinful Sunday, and it just happens that the theme is the letter G, so… long story short, I’m doing my G post for the #AtoZChallenge on Sunday instead of Monday. There’s a perfectly valid reason I missed Saturday – I was with Adam all day and Viper all night; consciously choosing to spend less time with both makes the time I do spend with them very focused – on being present with them, on paying attention to how we spend our time, whether it’s spent curled up napping on the couch with the dog, or playing a game of Pass the Pigs in which points = whacks with the implement of the winner’s choice. (IRead more …

February 11 – Pain as Pleasure

I wanted to write about this topic for Prompt 5 of Brigit Delaney’s Erotic Journal Challenge, “Hurt,” but I’m me so of course I waited too long and the link-up is closed. I’ll link you to it anyway (click the icon below) so you can read what other people wrote. There’s some powerful, heart-wrenching, and incredibly brave writing out there. People really suck sometimes. But that’s not the only way to be hurt sexually. I’m talking about “good” hurt, obviously. And if you’ve read here for any length of time, you know that pain, for me and a lot of people, can be pleasurable, or can lead to pleasure. After play tonight that started with the above picture, V and I talked about our beginnings in BDSM. And I commented on having to ask my then-husband to hurt me. At the time, he was okay dabbling in rope, spanking meRead more …

February 9 – Back from Ohio

Feb 9, 2019 | Posted by in February Photofest, Kinky Stuff, Memes & Prompts | 1

Sunday Night, Home Again What a week I’ve had. I got very ill with a stomach bug the Tuesday before we left for Ohio, then came down with a vicious head cold Wednesday morning, the day before I was to go over to V’s before we headed out of town. It was to be our first weekend away, alone at a kink event, in almost 3 years. But instead of the pre-event debauchery I had imagined, I spent Thursday night drugged on Nyquil with a box of tissues curled up in the bed we share at his house, by turns whimpering because I felt so bad and apologizing because I felt so bad. I was medicated to the gills all the way up to Ohio in the car on Friday, although by that time the worst had passed, and 8 hours after we started out I was feeling more myselfRead more …

In Rope Again

Jan 13, 2019 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff | 4

We played in rope last night. Well, I was in rope. He’s got this new hemp, quarter inch, I think? I love the smell of it, the punitive feel of it, where it puts my head. But I dislike the scratchiness. It distracts me from everything else that I am experiencing. And the size of this rope in particular – it makes being tied tight, or suspended, even more challenging. I say even more, because rope, something I love and used to feel absolutely confident in, is now something that I too often feel anxious about. It adds an element to a scene that makes it hard for me to go anywhere else but into a battle with myself, with my body, with my desire to please, to submit, versus simply trying to persevere. To last long enough to make it worth V’s time and effort to tie me. IRead more …

Rope in the Basement

Oct 15, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Masturbation Monday, Memes & Prompts | 14

“Come on, kitty,” he says, giving me a little tug to get me to follow along, down the stairs, into the play room in the basement. I love public play, but I also love the play that is both public and private: at a play party, but down in the basement where it’s darker and closer and more intimate. This night, I’d been distracted by others’ negative energy in the main room and was having a hard time focusing on him and I, as I should have been. “Now,” he barks, his voice a sharp rebuke as I hold back, not yet in that sweet, compliant state. I hurry to comply. It’s dark down there, and I am not sure what he’s going to do. We had talked about rope, because that has been at the top of our minds, what with the photo shoot I am supposed to beRead more …

Yellow Rope

Oct 15, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Sinful Sunday | 8

I’m exhausted, but can’t sleep. Had a long, really lovely weekend, unmarred by moodiness or angst (mine or anyone else’s in my vicinity), and featuring some good times with friends, with Viper, and with Adam. And even some enjoyable time on my own. Today (Sunday) quite unexpectedly, I wound up at a favorite local park of mine, tied up and hanging from a tree while my photographer friend Allan (that I have mentioned here, and shown some of the photos he’s taken of me), took pictures. It’s amazing what you can do right out in the open, if you’re a) fully dressed, and b) look like you’re “official,” doing a “photo shoot.” Which we were, though there were times I wasn’t always completely dressed (I had my boots and socks on, okay?) But most times I was in a lovely yellow dress or in a black tank and leggings, andRead more …