Tag Archives: Viper

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 …

Day 26 – The Birching

Feb 26, 2018 | Posted by in February Photofest 2018, Kinky Stuff | 0

And in an animated version of Day 6’s Whipping Dance… The Google Photo Assistant is so much fun. I can’t help but share this gif that it made for me. This was the last “scene” thing we did before we left that beautiful place by the lake. I had bought V a birch cane for Hanukkah, and he felt that outdoors was the ideal place to use it – it just so happened that “outdoors” was also in 18 degree weather. He did let me keep my parka on this time though…    

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 …

Day 18 – Reward Number Four

Feb 18, 2018 | Posted by in February Photofest 2018, Kinky Stuff, Sinful Sunday | 4

But what about three, I can hear you say. There was Reward Number One, and Reward Number Two, and now Reward Number Four? What happened to three? And what ARE these “rewards”, anyway? Well let me explain. There’s this show called “The Expanse.” Have you seen it? Viper REALLY likes it. I was ambivalent about it, mostly because I have so little time to devote to TV watching, so when he kept saying, “Have you watched it yet?” I finally said, “Maybe you should make it worth my while,” and he said, “Getting wrapped up in a great show isn’t worth it?” and I said, “Well, no, especially if there’s the possibility of something better…” and the very next day he offered me a “reward” for each episode of episodes 1-4 that I watched. Ya’ll know he regulates my orgasms, dictating if I may, when, how and how many, andRead more …

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.