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I got paddled. And more.

Oct 17, 2019 | Posted by in Kink & Scenes | 3

(Gratuitous paddled butt image.) I got paddled last night. I may have also licked semen off that same paddle. A lot of semen… “However did you end up licking semen off a paddle, Jade?” I can hear you asking it. And if I’ve got a picture of that cum-covered paddle (I know how you lot think, don’t think I don’t.) But no. How I wish I did. About 5 minutes after I’d licked it all up (making a really scrunched-up face, I’m sure) I was saying, “damn, I should have got a picture!” It was beautiful. Thick, creamy and so so white on the burnished mahogany wood of the paddle (my favorite paddle). He managed to spread it in a squiggly, artistic way (yes, artistic semen – hah!) but it wasn’t there just for looks. He had been smacking me over and over with it. My hands against the wall,Read more …

Greetings from Chicagoland

Oct 16, 2019 | Posted by in Kink & Scenes, Wicked Wednesday | 2

Hellooo all you lovely people! Much like my posts from the Grand Canyon (that, yes, I still haven’t finished) this is going to be another discombobulated, rambling, back-and-forth-in-time blog post. The thing is, it’s just too damn hard to make it all coherent afterwards, so…you get a mish-mash. I’ll try to organize it by day at least… Friday Afternoon So hey ho! Here I am, ensconced at a hotel with about 300 other kinky folk – well, spankos, to be precise. (I just got told downstairs by a nice boy from London that that he was told at his first spanking party to “avoid the BDSM/kinky crowd,” because our kind and his kind don’t mix. In my many years of mixing in all the groups, I have found that this tends to have more than a drop of truth in it, but I’m pretty sure I left him with aRead more …

The thing I hate most about migraines is…

Jul 14, 2019 | Posted by in 2019 Smut Marathon, Kink & Scenes | 4

There really isn’t one thing. There are lots and lots of things. The pain The lost time The boredom The helplessness The inconsistency – never knowing how/when they will strike And tonight: Losing out on a great night with two amazing women at a play party, and Losing out on getting to vote for the first time in the Smut Marathon. I’d put a lot of time and effort and thought into the entries, but knew I was cutting it close by not actually putting my votes in when I knew which three I would choose. I had notes, though, and this time I wanted to post feedback in the form on the post. I had my feedback about halfway typed up, and took a break to hang out with my friends at the kink event we are at, sure that I’d be fine on time this afternoon.┬áThen the migraineRead more …

Sometimes…

Jul 11, 2019 | Posted by in Writing About Kink | 3

…things just feel good. Not good like the perfect strike of a whip, or the rope that cinches down just the right amount, though for sure those times feel good too. I’m talking about the times that just seem to be balanced, seem to hold you in this warm bubble of contentment, of rightness… I’m headed out for a “girl’s weekend” at a kink event in a neighboring town. I’m pretty damn excited, especially as I orchestrated the whole adventure. Someone I met at Kinky Kollege last year, and with whom I hit it off and had a delectable scene, and someone local that I consider a good friend as well as someone I’ve been hoping to play with, and I are all going together. It’s crazy, considering the fact that I’m the introvert here! But here we are, less than 24 hours away from spending the weekend together. I’mRead more …

Day 27 – A Musical Night

When it;s good, it’s very, very good. V came over last night. We went to listen to music at the Garden and have a little picnic; it was a pleasant evening, if a bit cold and wet, since it had stormed earlier. But at least the free concert wasn’t canceled – they have already canceled 3 out of the 4 weekly concerts due to rain so far this summer. One of the reasons V switched our date nights to be alternating Tuesday/Wednesdays was so that we could go to them – it’s a favorite summertime activity of mine – so the cancellations have been doubly disappointing. Anyway, in spite of the not-ideal conditions, it was nice, feeling like we were on a date. Walking back to the house afterward we got into the never-ending discussion we have regarding schedules, though. When we got to the front door I put myRead more …

Day 13 – More Time Machine

Jun 15, 2019 | Posted by in Every Damn Day in June 2019, Sinful Sunday | 15

In order to make this post square with the rules of Sinful Sunday (it’s about the image – one you’ve taken yourself or had taken of you) I broke up Day 13 into two posts. This one is about AFTER the game… Day 13 – A Different Game Prior to going to the bar, V set up a “game” of our own – I had picked out two canes during a previous game, one I “liked” and one I didn’t like. Whatever the score was, he would take the difference between the scores and take that x10. If the Blues won, he’d hit me that many times with the “good” cane. If they lost, he’d use the bad one. That night, as this, the Blues won. To the song “Gloria” (for some reason that was the Blue’s theme song this year) on repeat, he whacked me 30x with a whangeeRead more …

#AtoZChallenge – V is for Viper

He’s talking in my ear, saying nothing really, just words to fill up the space between us. Between my hotel room and where he is. I interrupt. “Where are you? Right now. What are you doing?” A pause. “On the couch. Looking at the trees…” “Are you alone in the house?” “Yes. For the moment. E is shopping for the weekend.” “Then what are you doing on the couch?” Another, longer, pause. “Where should I be?” “Well,” I say, slow, thoughtful. “I think you should be upstairs. In the room we share. In the bed we sleep in when I am there. Where you can pull your cock out and stroke yourself.” “You do, huh?” He’s quiet a moment. “Feeling kind of bossy, are you? I think maybe we need to create a protocol for when you decide you want to be a bossy kitty.” Then, a moment later, “That’sRead more …

#AtoZChallenge – C is for Crave

I see V again Thursday night. Twenty-four hours. Not so long to wait, in the scheme of things. BUT. It’s been so long since we’ve been in “that” space together. Saturday night, I got a taste, before something unexpected happened and we had to stop, too soon. Up against the cross, wrists tied, skin bared. His hands on me, his mouth on mine, his body pressed heavily against my naked skin. I squirm a bit. Wriggle my ass, feel the heat between my thighs. His fingers are there for a moment, then gone. He steps back. The flogger whistles through the air. It lands with a thud against my back. My ass. My thighs and my shoulders. Between my legs, back to my ass. I’m warm now. Grooving to the music and the tempo of his strikes. The flogger is heavy and thick, pushing me against the cross; except whenRead more …

February 11 – Pain as Pleasure

I wanted to write about this topic for Prompt 5 of Brigit Delaney’s Erotic Journal Challenge, “Hurt,” but I’m me so of course I waited too long and the link-up is closed. I’ll link you to it anyway (click the icon below) so you can read what other people wrote. There’s some powerful, heart-wrenching, and incredibly brave writing out there. People really suck sometimes. But that’s not the only way to be hurt sexually. I’m talking about “good” hurt, obviously. And if you’ve read here for any length of time, you know that pain, for me and a lot of people, can be pleasurable, or can lead to pleasure. After play tonight that started with the above picture, V and I talked about our beginnings in BDSM. And I commented on having to ask my then-husband to hurt me. At the time, he was okay dabbling in rope, spanking meRead more …

February 9 – Back from Ohio

Sunday Night, Home Again What a week I’ve had. I got very ill with a stomach bug the Tuesday before we left for Ohio, then came down with a vicious head cold Wednesday morning, the day before I was to go over to V’s before we headed out of town. It was to be our first weekend away, alone at a kink event, in almost 3 years. But instead of the pre-event debauchery I had imagined, I spent Thursday night drugged on Nyquil with a box of tissues curled up in the bed we share at his house, by turns whimpering because I felt so bad and apologizing because I felt so bad. I was medicated to the gills all the way up to Ohio in the car on Friday, although by that time the worst had passed, and 8 hours after we started out I was feeling more myselfRead more …