Tag Archives: scenes

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.

Day 3 of the February Photofest

Feb 4, 2018 | Posted by in February Photofest 2018, Kinky Stuff | 3

I know, it was supposed to have been posted yesterday, but after a night of play, I wasn’t able to function enough to post the image, even after I specifically requested V take the picture(s). So, here they are. I really liked this tie. It allows for all manner of play, from pain to pleasure. I got a little of both, though not enough, because the rope started cutting into my shinbones painfully and he had to bring me – at least partially – down. But we’re already planning how to make it work better next time. I think what I like so much about this is how exposed I am. He can attack any part of me. He can push a toy into my pussy and admonish me to hold it in while he does other things. He can terrorize the inside or outside of my thighs, or getRead more …

Of Subdrop & Self-Care

Dec 5, 2017 | Posted by in Being Poly, Kinky Stuff, Life Before, Relationship Stuff | 2

Whoa…it’s been awhile since I’ve had a bona fide case of subdrop. Long enough that I can’t really remember when it last was. I didn’t even drop after the event a few weekends ago, when I spent two full days and nights with both guys, got cut on, and beat up, and made to fuck a dragon cock in public while Viper shoved a glass dildo up my ass. Oh, and I happened to be wrapped up tight in neon pink vet-wrap so that I looked like an amputee. With a ballgag in my mouth and vet-wrap over my eyes too, up on a table where a dungeon full of kinksters could watch as I was made to fuck myself silly, grinding helplessly against Baldy, the dragon cock in my pussy and V pushing the glass wand in and out of my ass. It’s that part that is most embarrassing,Read more …


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 …


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 …