Tag Archives: V

A is for Arousal

Reading Marie of Rebel’s Notes’ Sinful Sunday post today reminded me that April is the month for the A-Z Blogging Challenge. I participated one year a few years ago, and another year we played our own A-Z blogging game, our public-rope-themed Alphabet Challenge (which was way more fun than any three people should be allowed to have together, and gave me so many wonderful memories with W – all chronicled in my then-blog, Kink and Poly.) I am still awed by the sheer volume of writings I did there, by the friends I made through that blog, by the way it not only chronicled our lives – W’s, Ad’s and mine, as well as my children’s and others who we came into contact with – through the years, but by the way it informed our lives together. It was, in the way that a location sometimes becomes a character of its own inRead more …

Teasing and Torment

Mar 30, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Relationship Stuff | 2

I need to date and timestamp my posts. I started this…what, six, seven days ago? It feels like an eternity ago, because all that time I’ve been on punishment, the saga of which I detail below. **************** I’m sitting here in bed, my tablet on my lap. Twenty minutes ago, I was doing exercises with a buttplug in my ass. Ten minutes ago I was laying on the floor, in the little space between my bed and my easy chair, still with buttplug in my ass, buzzing my Baldy against my clit and fantasizing about tying V to a cross and teasing him to a drippy, frustrated mess. Of course this was all at his behest – it’s continued punishment for that orgasm I stole. “Don’t you remember last time you stole an orgasm?” he said, when I complained about the situation. “Obviously not,” he says, sighing. “Looks like youRead more …

Flying – a Scene

Mar 22, 2018 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff | 0

This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt was “Sad”.  Ah, hell, I thought, I’ll give you some sad. There’s the lingering, self-possessed sad of the loss of W. This month – tomorrow, in fact – is the Big Sad™, and there’s just no escaping it. It’s wound down though, to something that is almost…soft…padded…just below the surface; only occasionally startling me by rising up and sinking its fangs into me when I least expect it. It’s a sad I live with now; have accepted as a price of being me; have made peace with, at last. There’s the sad of recognizing – and accepting – changes in myself, as I age, as my body changes, as I face my own mortality, and that of my loved ones. There’s the sad of lost opportunities and missed chances, and of poorly made choices. There’s the sad of a broken heart, of a broken relationship; ofRead more …

Days 24 & 25 – Baby Got Back

I missed yesterday’s February Photofest post. I had running around to do, then spent the afternoon with my daughter and mom, teaching Mom how to use the Instapot my dad just got her. Like my mom really needed another kitchen gadget. Name a gadget or one-use kitchen item in the universe, and it’s somewhere in my mom’s kitchen. But it was a pleasant-enough afternoon, if you discount the horrible weather I had drive in, which put me hours behind in my “to-do before I go out to the party with V” list, and posting here was (only) one of the things that got left undone. I’m okay with the sacrifice, though. Every hour I get to spend with my elderly momma is a blessing, to say nothing of getting my daughter all to myself in the car for two hours. All those things that you would tell your younger self in aRead more …

Our date-aversary, in which I learn that there’s a correct way to eat sushi.

Oct 4, 2017 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Wicked Wednesday | 9

Apparently I’ve been doing it all wrong. “Don’t disassemble it,” V admonished, watching me pick apart an avocado roll to make more manageable bites. “Pick it up and put the whole thing in your mouth. It’s meant to be an explosion of flavor in your mouth, all the flavors at once.” Explosion in my mouth. I could think of something else I’d like to explode in my mouth. Back to the task at hand: an entire piece of sushi crammed in my mouth, me trying to chew around it. Hey…it was good. Fantastic, actually. He was right. Even if the size practically made me choke. How do I manage to deepthroat all those cocks? We were at the restaurant we’d gone to on our first date, and then on our first date-aversary, and now on our second. It’s a tradition, now, right? I guess we better hope the restaurant doesn’tRead more …

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 …

Morning Drive

Sep 23, 2016 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff | 8

(This morning.) Him: Are you in traffic? Me: (wondering why he wants a traffic report) A little bit, but mostly it’s moving along well… Him: Good. Hike your skirt up over your thighs. Me: Um. Okay… Him: Now put your fingers in your pussy and keep them there until you arrive at work or I tell you otherwise. Me: (realization dawning) Umph. (Some time later.) Me: Um. There’s a bus next to me. The driver can look down and see that my skirt is hiked up! Him: Are you at a stoplight? Me: Yes. I’m holding my arm across my lap so she can’t see what I’m doing! But I can’t take my hand away from my pussy because she’ll see me move it and know what I’m doing! Him: Good. I haven’t told you to stop – so you shouldn’t be moving your hand anyway. Keep it up, kitty.Read more …

Morning Punishment

Sep 9, 2016 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff | 1

Is there anything better than, first thing in the morning before you’ve even properly awoken, being dragged down to the basement by your hair to have your punishment meted out with paddle and strap? “What did you do wrong? What did you forget yesterday? Tell me why you are being punished.” All while the paddle meets your soft, sleepy flesh, and your mind struggles to cohere itself, and really the most you can get your mind to think (at 5:45 a.m.) should be “Coffee? Where is coffee?” instead of “I forgot to bring the EAK (Emergency Anal Kit, an item that is always supposed to be with you) to work…” Because really, you couldn’t even remember what the EAK was five minutes before. Mmm, nope, it doesn’t get much better than that. Well, okay, maybe it does.  There’s the journey back up the stairs, with his hand rubbing and pinchingRead more …

Catching Up

Author’s note: I’ve started and stopped this post so many times, written and pondered and wanted to finish it and not done so time and again. I finally gave it up as too long ago to matter, but now here I am again, though the “why” I’m back revisiting family relationships and dynamics is different: I’m staying at my mom’s this week to keep her company while my stepdad goes back East to sit vigil on his youngest sister, who has been in a coma since a heart attack last week, and who was diagnosed with inoperable, stage 4 lung cancer the month that this trip happened. I had never met her before this and now…I have bonds to this family that weren’t mine until this trip. I’m struggling to disentangle my feelings about it all. So this post begins with my musings from yesterday about all this, and thenRead more …

Emotional Flotsam

Jul 26, 2016 | Posted by in Being Poly, Life Before | 1

We’ve been going through a difficult time. I’m calling it growing pains – at nearly a year, many relationships go through a bout of it – but it could quickly devolve into a growing break if the issues are not addressed and resolved. Feeling restricted from writing here doesn’t make it any easier, as this was always my way of processing and finding resolution – and peace – with what are often roiling, uncomfortable, loud, disagreeable emotions. I don’t like being in the midst of that storm any more than the people around me enjoy being buffeted by it, and being able to write through the part where I want to stand up and scream my confusion, fury and distress has been my safety valve. I wondered recently why I never seemed to go through what I have put my loved ones – V in particular, but everyone is affectedRead more …