Tag Archives: D/s

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 …

F is for Fantasy & Frustration

Apr 6, 2018 | Posted by in #30DayOrgasmFun, A-Z Blogging Challenge, Kinky Stuff | 0

Fantasy Do you have a specific, go-to, tried-and-true, always-gets-you-there fantasy? I have several from before-V, and since he came along he has somehow managed to corrupt me even further with some of his. I can’t say the ones he’s implanted in my brain don’t get me off – because obviously, they do – but they delve into some darker corners of sexual fantasy that make it uncomfortable for me to admit to enjoying. And it’s not exactly enjoyment (even as I am orgasming.) Maybe the being uncomfortable with it is part of what gets me off about it. He has said that the fact that I fight against enjoying these things so much is part of his pleasure in forcing me to use them as wank material. And frankly, I don’t know if I get off because of the material, or because he forces me to use it. So I amRead more …

E is for Everything

I go from nothing to everything in the blink of an eye. One day I’m not writing at all, not participating in any blogging memes, not even thinking about writing for publication again…the next I’m in a daily writing challenge, mulling over new calls for submission, and writing like a mad woman. I’ve barely exercised for weeks and all of sudden I have joined a yoga studio, have downloaded a daily exercise app, and am looking at a biking challenge. I don’t go to the grocery store or cook at home for weeks, and then I lose myself in the grocery store for two hours, carefully planning out each breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next week two weeks. And oh yes, lest I forget: I have decided to also participate in a daily orgasm meme. Manic much? No, it’s not that. But I do reach a point of saturation,Read more …

A is for Arousal

Reading Marie of Rebel’s Notes’ Sinful Sunday post today reminded me that April is the month for the A-Z Blogging Challenge. I participated one year a few years ago, and another year we played our own A-Z blogging game, our public-rope-themed Alphabet Challenge (which was way more fun than any three people should be allowed to have together, and gave me so many wonderful memories with W – all chronicled in my then-blog, Kink and Poly.) I am still awed by the sheer volume of writings I did there, by the friends I made through that blog, by the way it not only chronicled our lives – W’s, Ad’s and mine, as well as my children’s and others who we came into contact with – through the years, but by the way it informed our lives together. It was, in the way that a location sometimes becomes a character of its own inRead more …

Teasing and Torment

Mar 30, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Relationship Stuff | 1

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 …

Flying – a Scene

Mar 22, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff | 0

This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt was “Sad”.  Ah, hell, I thought, I’ll give you some sad. There’s the lingering, self-possessed sad of the loss of W. This month – tomorrow, in fact – is the Big Sad™, and there’s just no escaping it. It’s wound down though, to something that is almost…soft…padded…just below the surface; only occasionally startling me by rising up and sinking its fangs into me when I least expect it. It’s a sad I live with now; have accepted as a price of being me; have made peace with, at last. There’s the sad of recognizing – and accepting – changes in myself, as I age, as my body changes, as I face my own mortality, and that of my loved ones. There’s the sad of lost opportunities and missed chances, and of poorly made choices. There’s the sad of a broken heart, of a broken relationship; ofRead more …

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 12 – Frozen Dancer

Well hullo there! Looks like I missed some February Photofest days, but I do have an excuse: I have just returned from a weekend away with both guys. It was a weekend of good friends, much laughter, and an inordinate amount of debauchery and sex with the guys – but with no internet connectivity. We did, however, take lots and lots of pictures, which I will gladly bombard you with for the next however-many-days left in February. It really was so much fun, and I did some things I never thought I’d do, and lots of things I was hoping to do. Where to start, where to start? Well hell, maybe I’ll start at the end (because I can’t ever do things straightforward.) Dancing naked on a frozen lake in 18 degree weather. That’s a thing I never thought I’d do.

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 …

His.

Sep 8, 2017 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff | 1

I was in a weird place. I’d had a perfectly lovely weekend away with my daughter – an accidental mom-and-daughter camping trip in Sleeping Bear Dunes, Michigan, which happened because both her boyfriend and Adam were unable to accompany us as originally planned. I’m not ashamed to say I was fine with the change. I would have enjoyed their company, but having the Girl all to myself all weekend was a real treat. I’m also not ashamed to admit I had some trepidations: I hadn’t camped in more than 3 years, and not without an able male-bodied person in 10 years or more. We also had an 8 hour drive each way, and I had rented a 4-wheel drive truck to haul our gear. Not my usual mode of transportation. But! We went, we survived, we had an amazing time. BUT…I’d also left with unresolved issues between Viper and I.Read more …