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#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 …

A Hairy Question

Mar 23, 2019 | Posted by in Relationship Stuff, Writing About Kink | 0

V asked me today, “What would you do/how would you react if I were to tell you to not color your hair or do anything to it? To just let it be?” He wasn’t asking me about hairstyles. It’s a complicated question, especially right now, when our D/s is on the back burner, waiting for us to figure things out again. Or me to figure things out again. I’m not sure I could say it’s all the way on the back burner, though: I was over at V’s last night, and little bits of it crept in, here and there. I’m not talking about out-and-out play; we did play, but it felt oddly bereft of D/s, more like topping. Which was fine. I needed a good ass-whipping, and that was what I got. But in many of our other interactions last night, the D/s was there, simmering under the surface,Read more …

Rope in the Basement

“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 …

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 …

June 16 – Roleplay

Do I or Don’t I? This week’s Kink of the Week is role play. (Yes, I wrote for it; no, I didn’t post it in time to link to it. Boo.) Anyway, I started this post out firmly in the camp of, “I hate roleplay!” and was relieved to read Kayla’s post on the topic: she dislikes role play for many of the same reasons that I do. It seems like everyone else is into it, in some form or another, and I’ve always felt a little like the odd man out. Oh, there have been very specific, in-the-moment times of something like roleplay in V’s and my sexual history that have been hot, but in general I am not fond of the typical kinds of roleplay: sex with the boss, doctor/nurse, sexy strangers, etc. So it was nice to find someone else who isn’t as well. (After reading aRead 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.

Wishes

Sep 18, 2017 | Posted by in Writing About Kink | 2

It’s the end of two nights together. I am at the dining room table, both laptops open while I work on homework. Surprisingly, we had not had a heavy scene over the two nights. Saturday we had played at our local groups’ playspace, but it had been a rope scene – more predicament and psychological play than straight-up impact. Remembering balancing on one leg, the other high up in the air, spreading me open for all to see; the rope tight around my torso, arms and leg; the feel of whatever-it-was he was whacking me with sharp and insistent as I spun away from him and struggled to stay upright. Then him drawing me in close. “What’s a kitty say?” he whispers in my ear. “No,” I say, just to resist. He smacks my thigh. “What’s a kitty say?” “Ow!” I yelp. He smacks me again, sharper. “What’s a kittyRead more …

His.

Sep 8, 2017 | Posted by in Writing About Kink | 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 …