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Wishes

Sep 18, 2017 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff | 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 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 …

Punch Drunk

Jan 30, 2016 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff | 0

I’m sitting at V and E’s kitchen table, eating scrambled eggs that he cooked for me and poking in an absent way at the tender spot on my upper arm. His daughter sits across from me, chattering happily.  I think about how strange this is, to be sitting here, part of his family, while only last night he had been punching me in the arms, legs and chest while I tried to suppress my yelps so as not to wake his wife and child. Strange and wonderful. But strange. I’m still adjusting to these new relationships – the one with him, the one with his wife, and the one in which I am part of their family, at least peripherally. But more on that later. This night, not more than fifteen minutes before we began to roll about and tussle on the couch, V and I had been having aRead more …