A Swinger’s Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through our place,
Swingers were ready to party with eager looks on their face.
The men were all naked, hung and ready to rock,
Everyone anxious to enjoy some pussy and cock.
The people paired off and headed for different beds,
As visions of swinging sex danced in their heads.
Momma wore a sexy red teddy and I in my Santa G-string,
We took on a new couple, their first time to swing.
Soon out by the pool there came such a loud sound,
I sprang from the bed, my boner bouncing around.
I went to the window to see what was taking place,
And saw a woman moaning as she sat on some guy’s face.
The moon shone brightly on her huge bouncing boobs,
As she reached over to pick up a container of lube.
Then what to my wandering eyes do I see.
But more party people joining in with glee.
The action around the pool picked up very quick,
All the women were now busy sucking every dick.
The sex by the pool was wild, no one was alone,
Everyone was making sounds in a husky and throaty tone,
“Oh baby”, “Go Harder”, “Take it all”, the words went,
Back to the new couple and doing our thing till we were spent.
People came back in the house to keep on partying and screwing,
We four came downstairs to see what everyone was doing.
I quickly joined in with a couple making it three on a bed,
His wife wasted no time giving us both some great head.
Momma found herself sliding between a sexy blondes thighs,
Licking her juicy mound making her let out some hot, sexy sighs.
People were scattered all over and doing it in every way,
Everyone going at hot and heavy with someone to play.
Then by the fireplace appeared a man in a red suit giving out a call,
Dropping his pants the women noticed he had the biggest cock of all.
He said, “Merry Christmas and swinging holiday joys,”
Then added, “Just for you I’ve brought a sack full of new toys”.
He dumped his sack of dildos, vibes and such on the floor,
With a smile he said, “Have fun and enjoy them, I have plenty more.”
Everyone loved all the sexy fun toys he brought,
All the folks grabbing them for new sexy pleasures to be taught.
Santa’s boner got bigger and bigger as he fondled each woman and played,
Momma and another gal would make sure that Santa got laid.
They both sucked his pole then Momma took him deep inside,
The other gal straddled him, her pussy giving his face a ride.
The ladies rode him as if his eight reindeer were in heat,
While all the other guests were enjoying their new toy treats.
Soon everyone was so hot, ready to burst and pop their big loads,
Santa was hurrying himself along as he had to hit the road.
Here he was this big, round, plump and very jolly old guy,
But when he came the gals thought his load would shoot straight to the sky.
He kept cumming and cumming there seemed no end in sight,
Momma and the gals were thrilled and hoping he’d stay the night.
When he was finished he got up and put back on his suit of red,
Grabbed his sack and with a wink was out the door to his sled,
To his team of reindeer he gave out a big boisterous yell,
And in a flash away the all flew away like a bat out of hell.
But I heard Santa exclaim as they moved out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, I’d love to stay but I have 4 more swinger parties tonight!”

 

by Art Koch

Don’t Quit

             

When things go wrong as they sometimes will;
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill;
When the funds are low, and the debts are high;
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you can never tell how close you are;
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
It’s when things go wrong that you mustn’t quit.

Author Unknown

What’s My Label?

Day 1: Dom, sub, switch? What Parts of BDSM Interest You? Give us an interesting in-depth definition of what that means to you. Basically define your kinky self.

In the simplest of ways to label me, I’m a switch.  But, as with any label that comes with MANY nuances. It’s for this reason that I generally dislike the use of labels.

In my primary relationship, I identify as a slave.  We have been in an M/s relationship since August of 2009, however we’ve been married since October 2000.
If I was to say I’m a “no limit” slave as most would expect me to say, that would be wrong.  I have never been expected to give over all of my decision-making, to have no limits, etc.  However, I do believe if my Master expected that of me (which he does not) that I would be willing and able to do so.

Outside of my primary relationship is where the “switchiness” comes into play.  I’m VERY much a masochist and enjoy being on the receiving end of pain.  My masochism is something that doesn’t play a huge role in my M/s relationship so I primarily fulfill that need through other play partners. I can also identify as a bottom or even submissive, dependent on play style and partner. On the flip side of the coin I can also identify as sadist, Top or Dominant. I have a growing fondness of sissy boys and CBT.  I do play with women too – and that style of play can range from sensual to sadistic.

On a side note: I also identify as bisexual.  In my eyes, bisexual means I am capable of having relationships with either a man or a woman.  For me, this label is more than just sexual preference.  While my primary relationship is heterosexual, I believe I am fully capable of having a relationship with a women – and would love to find a woman who I find compatible to explore that with.

Other labels I use to describe myself include swinger and polyamourous.  And no, I don’t use these terms interchangeably like some tend to do.  Although, a recently coined term I find most suitable would be polyfuckery… I like it! Define it however you choose!

Silence is NOT Golden

I’m writing today on behalf of sexual freedom, on “How is sexual freedom important to the work you do as an advocate?” as an entry to the blog carnival on VenusPlusX.

First, let me just begin by saying, I had to do some serious soul-searching to even begin to identify myself as an advocate.  To me, a sexual freedom advocate looks a lot like Kendra Holliday (The Beautiful Kind).  So, before I could even begin to write about sexual freedom, I had to wrap my thoughts around advocacy.  It’s a bit disheartening to me that I’d even feel the need to Google the definition of advocacy, but I’m glad I did…  partly, because maybe; just maybe – I AM an advocate for sexual freedom.

My advocacy comes primarily in the way of anonymous contributions. My alias is where you will find blog posts, tumblr pictures, and formspring questions talking about any and all types of topics – nothing is taboo in the world of Cadence Rayne.  Sure, there are people in real life that know who is behind the online identify of Cadence Rayne, but those are people who I trust to understand why I choose to maintain that alias.  So, from behind the keyboard, I spread my thoughts and ideas about sexuality and do so as if there will be no ramifications.  But, who am I kidding?

If you stripped away my alias, you’d find nothing more than a petrified young lady, dying to have a voice! Silence is not golden! To put it simply, when the Human Rights Campaign was auto posting status updates on FaceBook about LGBT and the anti-bullying campaign, I chose to post then with no “association.”  I felt like I was being honest when I did that, because to claim my association as a “straight supporter” would have been a lie – but I wasn’t entirely honest either.  Why did I feel the need to mute myself from declaring my bisexuality?  I could name so many different reasons why I wasn’t honest – but what it boils down to is that sexual rights have a long way to go before they truly protect someone.  Hell, it took until 2010 for the repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.  I would give anything to be able to declare my bisexuality, the fact that I live in a 24/7 D/s relationship, the fact that we are swingers and the fact that we are working our way into polyamory – but, let’s get real – the average person, especially in my part of the country (the good ‘ol Bible belt of the South East) would see those statements as unethical and morally wrong.  So, I remain silent.  I’m not ready to risk everything I have to declare everything I am to everyone.

So, I continue to fight for sexual freedom – from the comfort of my alias.  I hope you won’t hold it against me!

‘Twas the night before Christmas (BDSM Style)

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the domain,
Not a subbie was stirring, (they were tied down with chain)
The shackles were hung by the chimney with care,
And the St. Andrews cross stood empty and bare.

The subbies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of floggers danced in their heads;
The Dom in his leather, and I in my slave cap,
Had just settled down after getting our whacks.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I crept from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew very quickly.
Tripped over some handcuffs and cursed soft and thickly.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my sleep-crusted eyes should unfurl,
But a miniature sleigh, pulled by eight pony girls,

With a Dominant driver, so forbidding and stern,
I knew in a moment I’d a great deal to learn.
More rapid than eagles his pony girls came,
And he whipped them, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, dashslave! now, danceslave! now, pranceslave and switch!
On, subbie! on slavegirl! on, slavepet and bitch!
To the top of the porch! to the training room wall!
And I’ll redden your bottoms, should one of you fall!

As terrified tears before the cat-o-nine flow,
When they meet with an obstacle, gather courage and go,
So up to the house-top the pony girls flew,
With the sleigh full of sex toys, and the Dominant too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of pony girl boots.
As I drew in my head with a sense of forbode,
In through the front door the Dominant strode.

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his feet,
And his clothes were all studded, leathered and neat.
A bundle of sex toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked very menacing opening his pack.

His eyes, they were hard with a definite glower
His countenance cold, and I quite felt his power.
His sternly set mouth bespoke no reprieve,
For the unlucky subbie who caused him to grieve.

The goatee he sported lent a devilish air
As did the slight spatter of gray in his hair.
He had strong pectorals and a muscular torso.
That hardened and flexed and gave force to each blow.

He was lean, stern and fit, quite the Dom of my dreams,
And I wanted to serve him, so went down on my knees.
He looked down upon me, with a turn of his head,
He made my soul tremble while my heart filled with dread;

He spoke not a word, but put me to straight to work,
He watched me in silence, idly tapping his quirt.
“Heel me,” he commanded, the lone words he would say,
And he stalked out the door as I rushed to obey.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team cracked the whip,
Pulled me ‘cross his knee, where i hung scared and limp.
And he whispered to me, “I shall teach you a lesson.
Happy Christmas, new slave; tonight we shall session.”
~Author Unknown

Naughty Things You Can Only Say On Thanksgiving

1. Talk about a huge breast!

2. Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist.

3. It’s Cool Whip time!

4. If I don’t undo my pants, I’ll burst!

5. That’s one terrific spread!

6. I’m in the mood for a little dark meat.

7. Are you ready for seconds yet?

8. It’s a little dry, do you still want to eat it?

9. Just wait your turn, you’ll get some!

10. Don’t play with your meat.

11. Just spread the legs open and stuff it in.

12. Do you think you’ll be able to handle all these people at once?

13. I didn’t expect everyone to come at once!

14. You still have a little bit on your chin.

15. How long will it take after you stick it in?

16. You’ll know it’s ready when it pops up.

I have no idea what to list as the source on this… but I liked it and wanted to share it!

Seduce Me

My sex drive can be something like a roller coaster, lots of highs and lows and nothing substantial in between.

The only thing I’ve discovered is that there is an inverse relationship between my sex drive and stress.  High stress levels equates to little or no sex drive.

Well, the last couple of weeks have been nothing but high stress.  Work demands have been chaotic and unpredictable.  Personally, I’m in the sprint to finish 3 exams in the next 3 months with the nearest one being in 9 days.   Master and I have been less than loving with one another. My body is fighting against me – everything hurts.  Blah, blah and blah…

Anyway, I’ve said all this to say – I want NEED to be seduced.  I want to be able to forget about mundane life for an evening. To go out, have dinner and/or drinks, and be seduced in such a way that I feel sexy and desired – something like that sure would go a long way in getting my sex drive back on track.

That is all… k, thanks!

 

xoxoxo
~Cadence

Stepping Back

It’s time…  time to step back from writing, chatting and otherwise spending too much time online.

It doesn’t mean I won’t be lurking around or occasionally write a post, or reblog a picture – just means it won’t be with the regularity as it has in the past.

No one has caused this to happen, but more a matter of circumstances.  I have 3 exams scheduled over the course of the next 4 months.
So, any extra time I have will be spent preparing for those.  My future depends on it to be perfectly honest.  I don’t want to start back at square one which means I have to pass these 3 sections before the end of May.  I’ve scheduled my exams through February and March isn’t a testing month. So, if I have to re-take ANY of them I have April and May.

I’m hoping to occasionally get out and about but the fact of the matter is I just can’t sacrifice too much time – I’ll have time later for socializing.

Family Sucks…

I got a letter from my mom yesterday…

I haven’t quite processed all my emotions about it just yet.  I didn’t respond to her email over a year ago, and now I feel obligated  to speak my peace.  I’m just not sure what I want to say just yet…

It’s funny how time can change things – over  a year ago when I opened her email while I was on vacation (yeah, I know – spare me the lecture of checking email while on vacation!)  The emotions that went raging through me are nearly impossible to describe – but needless to say it impacted me so much that we chose to come home from vacation a day earlier than planned. *sigh*

So, now I read this letter on my way to work on Wednesday morning…  10/20/10.  I’m wearing purple in support of the lives lost to anti LGBT bullying – Spirit Day.  And at that moment, even though I felt all sorts of emotions – I simply didn’t care.  I didn’t care what she said, what excuses she had or anything else.  I just didn’t/don’t care.   Why should I?   I’ve come to terms with the fact that many don’t accept me for who I am, family included.  That’s their problem, not mine.  So, why stress?

Master read the letter last night and he said something that I hadn’t even caught… she talked about how I would become more accepting of people and open to who they are as I got older.  SERIOUSLY? Did she really say that to me? Does she not remember that she was the one giving me the third degree about the lifestyle choices I make?  REALLY? I need to be more accepting – hmmm, funny I don’t think ANYONE that actually knows me would EVER say something even remotely similar to that.  How can someone who raised me to be accepting of others live the opposite of what she taught?

Anyway, I know many of you read my blog for my more erotic posts but since this directly relates to me and my lifestyle choices – I thought it might be okay to rant…  hope you don’t mind.

Only the Beginning – Part II

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The boys imaginations were now spiraling out of control,
their excitement now undeniable beneath their pants.
We did our best to help camouflage the evidence,
but our Cheshire smiles did all  but give away our secrets to the guests.
It seemed as though the clock was standing still,
but we were finally left alone.

The feminine energy couldn’t be denied any longer,
and she and I could no longer contain ourselves.
Undressing one another, a single piece at a time, we made our way to the bedroom.
Pausing only long enough to see that our partners were nearby,
our hands exploring every inch of one another.

Our journey ended up under a trail of steaming hot water;
kissing, touching, and exploring one another.
We hadn’t spent much time alone together before now,
and the boys seemed to be content in knowing they’d get their turn.
I couldn’t help but pinch and bite her nipples,
listening to her breathing quicken and body writhe, I knew she was on the brink of orgasm.

Our partners were waiting in the bedroom, and as I pushed her still wet body onto the bed they quickly moved out-of-the-way.
I climbed on top of her and paused – paused to look at this beautiful woman before me and leaned in to meet her lips with mine.
I could sense her holding back, fearful of everything she knows she wants but attempting to bury the feelings.
Regardless of where our relationship might go, we both knew that we needed one another to satiate that feminine desire burning within us…

I’ve decided not to complete this writing, due solely to the fact that I’ve written both of these posts in anticipation of an upcoming evening with two very special people.  Rather than writing fantasy, I’d rather write truth.  I won’t promise to write about the events that happen, but I can promise they will be worthy of being written about.