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The Twelve Tasks of Kinkmas – Task 6

Task 6 – Describe what a cooter is and list at least 5 uses for it. Post a pic. Day 6 and I almost let the day/night get away with me without completing this task! The damn thing is that I could have written this at work – I had literally ZERO things to do and was just marking time until “go home” time. (I hate days like that.) BUT, I didn’t think about this task, because I had so many other things going on. Moving day is Wednesday and I have packing and coordinating to do. I just got done with dog sitting and am finally home again, but my routine is destroyed, all my things are in suitcases or boxes or god knows where, as is the rest of my house. I do very poorly when everything is unorganized and in disarray. I’m trying to keep it togetherRead 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 …

Day 13 – Time Machine

Jun 15, 2019 | Posted by in Every Damn Day in June 2019 | 0

We’re going back in a time machine to the posts that I wrote the other days but didn’t post. Mostly because I don’t want to revise them to reflect the fact that I’m posting it today even though I wrote it the other day. Writer’s prerogative.  Day 13 – A Hockey Game I actually DID write yesterday. Quite a lot. But I didn’t get that post (feedback on Round 5 of the Smut Marathon) finished in time to post it. I was at my local corner bar with V for the seventh and last game of the Blues vs Bruins for the Stanley Cup Final, and I was sadly mistaken if I was going to be able to focus enough to write while the game was on. So I’m taking the liberty of pretending I’m in a time machine this morning and pretending that I wrote up our adventure lastRead more …

#AtoZChallenge – W is for a Wonderful Weekend of We

I am home after the long weekend. Had a great time, in spite of my initial “traveling alone” anxieties, which, as I drove home today, seemed so silly and out-of-proportion. Who was that that had felt all that? But, hindsight is always like that; I recognize, in the now, looking back, that that is anxiety’s job, to blow up every fear and insecurity into looming beasts. I’m getting better about recognizing that in the moment, though, too, and taming the anxiety beast with appropriate self-care, so there’s that. It’s all a process. In spite of those initial rough moments, the weekend blossomed in lovely, unexpected ways. There was the right amount of kink and play, the right amount of togetherness between V and I, Ad and I and the three of us. The three of us had a very satisfying scene on Friday night, and V and I spent aRead more …

#AtoZChallenge – N is for No

“No” might seem to be an odd thing to be grateful for. Especially for a submissive woman who really likes to please. But in the past year I have learned the power of no – even when it hurts or isn’t want I want to hear or say. I’m not talking only about my own “no’s.” My No’s I have finally realized/accepted a truth about myself. I used to think I was shy, although I admit, even then, it didn’t feel like it quite fit. I learned, particularly in the past year, that what I am is an introvert. That doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy socializing. When I finally do get myself “out there,” interacting with people in a social setting, I enjoy it very much! But my enjoyment has a very definite window of opportunity, and when that window closes, I’m done. It could be three nights inRead more …

A Hairy Question

Mar 23, 2019 | Posted by in Relationship Stuff, Writing About Kink | 0

V asked me today, “What would you do/how would you react if I were to tell you to not color your hair or do anything to it? To just let it be?” He wasn’t asking me about hairstyles. It’s a complicated question, especially right now, when our D/s is on the back burner, waiting for us to figure things out again. Or me to figure things out again. I’m not sure I could say it’s all the way on the back burner, though: I was over at V’s last night, and little bits of it crept in, here and there. I’m not talking about out-and-out play; we did play, but it felt oddly bereft of D/s, more like topping. Which was fine. I needed a good ass-whipping, and that was what I got. But in many of our other interactions last night, the D/s was there, simmering under the surface,Read more …

Forward by the scruff of my neck

I’m moving forward, if incrementally, into a more stable emotional space. I am hoping that feeling better will spur my motivation to write, as well – you know, like the sexy, naughty stuff – but we will see. At the moment, I’m not feeling any sexy, naughty stuff, much less doing any sexy naughty stuff, so it’s kind of a moot point, but, you know, it could happen. Or I could write fiction. As it stands, V and I are kind of in a holding pattern. We’re not off, but we’re not exactly on, either, as I struggle through the emotional morass I have found myself in. We’re holding still. We’re communicating (sometimes a lot) and mostly in healthy ways, and still seeing each other our two times/week. Last weekend we even saw each other in the middle of a weekend day (gasp.) But things aren’t entirely – or even remotely –Read 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 …