Tag: The Boys
Scrabble the Jade Way
Sunday morning we all woke up early for some reason (okay, it was my fault, I woke up and couldn’t stand being awake all on my own.) 😉 Anyway, after some hair pulling, cocksucking, and discussion about the fun we’d had at the play party the night before, showing off…
Dichotomy
I am sitting up in bed, my computer on my lap, a pink-pinstriped cotton and lace babydoll nightie bunched around my thighs. My legs are open, so I can smell and see the evidence of this evening’s earlier activities. Ad likes this little nightgown. He likes how sweet it looks,…
Two Houses
I smell like sex, my fingers and my hair and my mouth. I am rumpled, my skirt wrinkled and askew, my hair a flyaway mess. I look like I have just been thoroughly fucked. Because I have been. I woke up this morning to Ad’s hands on my thighs, kneading…
Three-Way One Way
Every once in awhile I talk W into staying over at my house on a weeknight, when we both know Ad and I will be getting up to go to work the next morning (which means W will have to get up and leave too, way earlier than he usually…
Ferocity
I have mentioned before the different D/s dynamic in my relationship with W and my relationship with Ad. With W, it is about control, whether that is through the more subtle emotional control that runs like a current beneath and through all our interactions, or the more direct physical control–the…
Shave Me
One of the first kinky things my The Ex ever did to me was to shave me. I didn’t think of it as “kinky” then, I just thought he was kind of weird to want to do it, and only let him do it every once in awhile. I know,…
Willpower
“You need to go home with whichever guy has the most restraint,” my piercer said, looking first at W, then at Ad, after I told her how poorly I had followed her “healing piercings correctly” instructions last time. We broke every rule but one the first time. I begged Ad…
On Piercings and Power Dynamics
Last night I had a funny moment with Ad. Laying in bed, snuggling up, we finally had a kid-and-distraction-free moment to chat about Saturday night. He was stroking my back–and poking at the sore spots playfully. We both noticed a bruise on one shoulder. “Flogger, maybe?” he said, chuckling. I…
Memory Loss, Memory Found
It’s late afternoon and we are napping. Outside it’s about 10 degrees, in here it is warm and smells of cinnamon and the kind of odd electrical odor my heating blanket gives off. I roll over and snuggle into Ad’s side, knowing it’s time to get up but not quite…