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The Twelve Tasks of Kinkmas – Task Ten

Woo! Check it out, we’re up to ten. This is a task that I have been kind of putting off, because, frankly, I wasn’t sure I could manage it. It’s been…oh, awhile…since I’ve played this way. And in the last couple years, physically it hasn’t always been something I can do for various reasons. But when I can – woohoo! It’s a thing I super like. Anyway. I didn’t actually accomplish it this time, but I got damn close, and I *think* the images fulfill the spirit of the task itself. And, as an appeasement, for both my tardiness and because I wasn’t successful the first time, I have made an offer to The Canadian to attempt it again, tonight, on Marco Polo. (Don’t know Marco Polo? If you are in a long distance relationship or even a not-so-long-distance relationship with someone, you should. Go on, Google it. Then imagineRead more …

The Twelve Tasks of Kinkmas – Day 3

Task 3 – Suction your nipples and then decorate them For this task I got to use toys that Adam bought for me a long time ago, but that neither he or V ever used on me. Suction cups are delightfully painful…they give me that long, pulling, pinching feeling that pulls from my nipples to my cunt…so yummy. And which also led to me completing another task…but you’ll have to wait for that one. ;-)

The Twelve Tasks of Kinkmas, Day 2

I’m sitting here at work trying to decide if I want to write about my “real life” and all the mixed feelings I am having, that seem to be overwhelming me right this minute, or just focus on the fun part (completing Day 2 of my Twelve Tasks of Kinkmas.) I guess accomplishing that, and the moments of levity the task induced, in juxtaposition with the mish-mash of feelings I’ve been experiencing, is my “real life.” But it seems sad to bring down my kinda-sexy, kinda-silly Kinkmas Tasks post with all the emotional backwash of the last day or so, so I’ll stick to the fun, for now. Might be that I’ll follow up with a “feelings” (whoa whoa whoa feelings) post at some later time. Task 2: Wear clamps on your nipples under a white blouse at work. Take a picture in your office. So ya’ll know I couldn’tRead 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 …

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 …

#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 …

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 …

Random nonsense, buttplugs and writing. Oh, and brussel sprouts.

Jan 22, 2019 | Posted by in Life Before, Relationship Stuff, Writing About Kink | 0

So, yeah. Here it is the (almost) beginning of the week and I am looking at my schedule for the next few days, and thinking about writing, and feeling both excited (yay, writing!) and guilty (how the fuck did I lose three straight days off work without writing? Or exercising. Or crocheting. Or, really, ANYTHING I had planned to get done??!??) My bed is soooo seductive. Especially when nighttime in my bed has been rather sucky, what with that whole “Nope, not gonna sleep til, like, 3 a.m. Or maybe 4. Yeah. 4 a.m. seems a reasonable time to go to sleep.” I know, I know, if I didn’t sleep all day I wouldn’t be awake all night. But I swear it started the other way around. “He started it!” But okay. Here we are. Where we are, by the way, is a Tuesday evening when it was too coldRead more …

Before & After

6 PM – Tuesday V’s coming over tonight, though later than normal, so I have time to do the things I “should” do: laundry, fold clothes, vacuum…you know the drill. But I am on deadline, because this week I have both written the prompt and will be doing the round-up for Wicked Wednesday; I have also to write one myself. I have been able to read a few as they have been posted, and written notes about what I like about each, but I haven’t got to all that have been posted up to this point, and I know that there may be several more by end of Wednesday when the prompt closes for the week: I need to catch up so I am not overwhelmed tomorrow. And also (!) – I need to write my own! I have been noodling, pondering, thinking, brainstorming all week. When I suggested theRead more …

Fuck yourself, he said.

Jan 7, 2019 | Posted by in Masturbation Monday, Writing About Kink | 1

I arrive, already wet with anticipation. I’d told him this morning about the dream I’d had the night before. Actually my exact words were, “What is the ruling on orgasms in sleep?” “Did you have an orgasm in your sleep?” he asked. “No, but I sure tried. It felt like all night long. It was frustrating as fuck.” I paused. “But when I woke up, I saw that you hadn’t texted me hello yet, so I thought, “free orgasm time!” and got Baldy (my fave vibe) out. Because end-runs around “no orgasm without permission” rule, right? Not right. I couldn’t make myself do it. “You’ve ruined me!” I wailed (in text. I’m sure he heard the edge of hysteria there.) “Such a good girl!” he said. “I believe I will reward you tonight when you come over.” Well damn…it’s been awhile since I was rewarded for good behavior (boy wasRead more …