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The Twelve Tasks of Kinkmas – Task 10

Woo! Check it out, we’re up to ten. This is a task that I have been kind of putting off, because, frankly, I wasn’t sure I could manage it. It’s been…oh, awhile…since I’ve played this way. And in the last couple years, physically it hasn’t always been something I can do for various reasons. But when I can – woohoo! It’s a thing I super like. Anyway. I didn’t actually accomplish it this time, but I got damn close, and I *think* the images fulfill the spirit of the task itself. And, as an appeasement, for both my tardiness and because I wasn’t successful the first time, I have made an offer to The Canadian to attempt it again, tonight, on Marco Polo. (Don’t know Marco Polo? If you are in a long distance relationship or even a not-so-long-distance relationship with someone, you should. Go on, Google it. Then imagineRead more …

Don’t Do This

My poor dog ate a square of “special” chocolate meant to be a sleep-aid for me. It was not the chocolate that hurt him (thank goodness, chocolate can be deadly for dogs) but the “secret ingredient.” Apparently doggo is as susceptible (in a bad way) to the stuff as I am (can’t consume it, in any format. I end up in a corner, staring out at a world made threatening and unfriendly, my heart pounding, anxiety raking its claws up and down me. Kind of like it is doing now, without the substance, as I watch my poor dog stumble about, confused and frightened.) His vet assures me that the minute amount he consumed, while disorienting and possibly misery-inducing for him, won’t kill him – but he was definitely traumatized and I feel horrible. I am also awake at 1:30 a.m. when I should be sleeping. He’s sleeping soundly atRead more …

#AtoZChallenge – X is for XXX

“I’m going to go home, unpack, crawl into bed and administer a little self-care,” I say. “Oh? And what exactly does that ‘self-care’ entail?” I detect, even over the car’s speaker, a change in his tone. A very subtle edge. I am a master at sussing the nuances of his tone. It is an enthusiasm of mine to recognize the shift in his mood or attention or intention just by the subtleties of his tone of voice. I hesitate a moment. I’ve been flirting with the limits of this past(?) rule. I’ve pleasured myself many times without permission these past weeks. Yes, it has been satisfying, in terms of pure physical needs. And it has been interesting to find myself dipping into my old fantasies to use as wank material, deliberately avoiding the ones he has placed in my head these past years. But it also lacks…that special something thatRead more …

Random nonsense, buttplugs and writing. Oh, and brussel sprouts.

Jan 22, 2019 | Posted by in Life Before, Relationship Stuff, Writing About Kink | 0

So, yeah. Here it is the (almost) beginning of the week and I am looking at my schedule for the next few days, and thinking about writing, and feeling both excited (yay, writing!) and guilty (how the fuck did I lose three straight days off work without writing? Or exercising. Or crocheting. Or, really, ANYTHING I had planned to get done??!??) My bed is soooo seductive. Especially when nighttime in my bed has been rather sucky, what with that whole “Nope, not gonna sleep til, like, 3 a.m. Or maybe 4. Yeah. 4 a.m. seems a reasonable time to go to sleep.” I know, I know, if I didn’t sleep all day I wouldn’t be awake all night. But I swear it started the other way around. “He started it!” But okay. Here we are. Where we are, by the way, is a Tuesday evening when it was too coldRead more …

Before & After

6 PM – Tuesday V’s coming over tonight, though later than normal, so I have time to do the things I “should” do: laundry, fold clothes, vacuum…you know the drill. But I am on deadline, because this week I have both written the prompt and will be doing the round-up for Wicked Wednesday; I have also to write one myself. I have been able to read a few as they have been posted, and written notes about what I like about each, but I haven’t got to all that have been posted up to this point, and I know that there may be several more by end of Wednesday when the prompt closes for the week: I need to catch up so I am not overwhelmed tomorrow. And also (!) – I need to write my own! I have been noodling, pondering, thinking, brainstorming all week. When I suggested theRead more …

Fuck yourself, he said.

Jan 7, 2019 | Posted by in Masturbation Monday, Writing About Kink | 1

I arrive, already wet with anticipation. I’d told him this morning about the dream I’d had the night before. Actually my exact words were, “What is the ruling on orgasms in sleep?” “Did you have an orgasm in your sleep?” he asked. “No, but I sure tried. It felt like all night long. It was frustrating as fuck.” I paused. “But when I woke up, I saw that you hadn’t texted me hello yet, so I thought, “free orgasm time!” and got Baldy (my fave vibe) out. Because end-runs around “no orgasm without permission” rule, right? Not right. I couldn’t make myself do it. “You’ve ruined me!” I wailed (in text. I’m sure he heard the edge of hysteria there.) “Such a good girl!” he said. “I believe I will reward you tonight when you come over.” Well damn…it’s been awhile since I was rewarded for good behavior (boy wasRead more …

F is for…

Jan 6, 2019 | Posted by in Sinful Sunday, Writing About Kink | 6

It’s that’s time again, the first Sunday of the month, which means it’s prompt weekend for Sinful Sunday. And this month’s prompt is The Letter F. Yes, there are so many, many lovely F words I could have gone with. But after the play V and I had last night, how could I use any word but… Filthy Am I right? Be sure to check out the other Sunday Sinners by kissing the lips below (with your finger…lips on the screen make smudges.)

More mash. Or maybe it’s mish…

At times I find (most times, lately) that I have to make myself sit down here and write. I feel vaguely ashamed of this admission. Writing – this blog and the many short stories I wrote – used to be my life. Truly. Though I got burned out at times, even then, I was so incredibly proud of what I had built at K&P. It was more than just the followers I had. Though “You like me! You really like me!” certainly described how I felt about it. It was even more than the salacious pleasure I got from knowing I could share these bawdy adventures, this crazy life, and people would read it. People would fantasize about it! It was even more than knowing it made W feel to read my accounts of what we’d done, knowing others were reading about it. (Yeah ok, maybe we were shallow thatRead more …

Baby, baby, I hear a symphony…

Jul 18, 2018 | Posted by in Wicked Wednesday, Writing About Kink | 6

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 …

Hello, kitty

Jul 10, 2018 | Posted by in Writing About Kink | 2

We were on the phone, chatting about when we’d see each other later that night. He was coming to my house, and I was excited to have him in my space, as I always am. “Do you have any strong preferences for how you’d like the night to go?” he asked. “N-o-o…” I replied, chewing my fingernail. I want to play! was what I wanted to say, but I didn’t want to be pushy. “I can make pasta for dinner, though, if you want to eat in.” I thought about what I might wear. Maybe I could show him I wanted to play… “Is your roommate home tonight?” “I don’t know about later,” I replied, “but she has an appointment right after work, so if she is home, it won’t be until after 8.” “Okay,” he said. I waited for more. Finally, since he didn’t seem to want to beRead more …