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Baby, baby, I hear a symphony…

Jul 18, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Wicked Wednesday | 0

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 Kinky Stuff | 0

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 …

June 19 – I Blame Him

Jun 19, 2018 | Posted by in Every Damn Day in June, Kinky Stuff | 2

Last night, while writing about tasks and obedience and edging-as-punishment and paying the piper when I’ve disobeyed, I got pretty wound up. Earlier in the evening, V had instructed me to think of him at least twice while I was out with a friend – to think of me in my devotion pose, with him behind me, ready to push his cock into my ass. It’s a compelling image, and one grounded in reality (except for one detail.) A couple of weeks ago he had pulled me down off the spanking bench where he’d had me sitting, facing him, legs spread, so he could use the wicked sticks on the insides of my thighs while he made me hold Baldy on my clit. Delicious, vicious torment, made more torturous by the fact that (of course) he insisted that I not orgasm. Once I was on the floor, he pushed meRead 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 …

Teasing and Torment

Mar 30, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Relationship Stuff | 2

I need to date and timestamp my posts. I started this…what, six, seven days ago? It feels like an eternity ago, because all that time I’ve been on punishment, the saga of which I detail below. **************** I’m sitting here in bed, my tablet on my lap. Twenty minutes ago, I was doing exercises with a buttplug in my ass. Ten minutes ago I was laying on the floor, in the little space between my bed and my easy chair, still with buttplug in my ass, buzzing my Baldy against my clit and fantasizing about tying V to a cross and teasing him to a drippy, frustrated mess. Of course this was all at his behest – it’s continued punishment for that orgasm I stole. “Don’t you remember last time you stole an orgasm?” he said, when I complained about the situation. “Obviously not,” he says, sighing. “Looks like youRead more …

Day 18 – Reward Number Four

Feb 18, 2018 | Posted by in February Photofest 2018, Kinky Stuff, Sinful Sunday | 4

But what about three, I can hear you say. There was Reward Number One, and Reward Number Two, and now Reward Number Four? What happened to three? And what ARE these “rewards”, anyway? Well let me explain. There’s this show called “The Expanse.” Have you seen it? Viper REALLY likes it. I was ambivalent about it, mostly because I have so little time to devote to TV watching, so when he kept saying, “Have you watched it yet?” I finally said, “Maybe you should make it worth my while,” and he said, “Getting wrapped up in a great show isn’t worth it?” and I said, “Well, no, especially if there’s the possibility of something better…” and the very next day he offered me a “reward” for each episode of episodes 1-4 that I watched. Ya’ll know he regulates my orgasms, dictating if I may, when, how and how many, andRead 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 …

Day 11 – Keyboard, a TBT

Feb 12, 2016 | Posted by in 2016 February Photofest, Kinky Stuff, Life Before | 2

I’ve not often done the Throwback Thursday thing, and in truth mine isn’t the really cool way that Molly and Penny have done in the past, with re-shooting or re-editing (check out Re-Hunted and Reminiscent, to call out their latest TBT posts), but TBT has a different connotation for me – of course I am remembering and recalling things from Kink & Poly. Although I don’t write there any more, and have closed out that chapter of my life, it is still a huge part of my past, and I’d like to feature posts from there occasionally. Throwback Thursday makes sense to me as a day to do that, and I’m thinking of creating a category for them. It’s a way to honor the past…without having to live in it. So… Enough heavy stuff! On to…my image for this day’s prompt from V: keyboard. (See, a way to tie in theRead more …