It’s no secret that I’m big on pain. Total masochist. I even enjoy non-sexual pain, sometimes. Like sore muscles, scratches, this kind of thing. I don’t like headaches. I didn’t particularly enjoy breaking my wrist, though some of that pain was fun. My name is Sadey Quinn, and I’m addicted to endorphins.
I’ve never been much on biting, though. Biting is hard to adjust to. With a spanking, you can work your mind up for the pain, you can get used to it. Then the pain fades and it gets fun. Sometimes. Or it starts hard and goes hard, and I wiggle and desperately try to get away, but that’s fun too. Depends on the guy and what he’s doing.
Biting pain is…well, it’s biting. It’s a biting pain. There’s a reason that adjective exists. Dan bit me like crazy last night. My arms, my back, covered in pretty bruises and teeth marks. I’m going to have to wear a tshirt instead of a tank top to the gym today. It was fun. Not my favorite kind of pain, but fun, nonetheless. And who doesn’t like marks!
Heh. Probably most people don’t like marks. I love love love ‘em. I love the indentation of rope that’s been wound around my wrists. I love bruises, welts, hickies, abrasions. Battle wounds. Reminders.
Here’s two blurry photos of my arms. I need to get better at taking pictures with my phone.
Happy Sunday! We get a whole extra hour today (for those of us in areas that observe Daylight Savings). Enjoy!
News Number One: I finished Insanity–the workout program everyone seemed to know about but me. I will assume you already know about it, and leave you to Google if you don’t.
Results? Eh. Fit-wise, I’m pretty pleased. I even beat out Tania* in one of these, though I forget which:
I lost exactly zero weight which seems odd. Probably I have more muscle though. I will do it again and see what happens in eight more weeks.
The best thing about Insanity had been the consistent feel-good endorphin rush I get every day. My mood will not necessarily be all that great during the workouts, but after them I know I feel better than I did before. Yay, endorphins.
News Number Two: ~~~TMI ALERT~~~
I’ve discovered vaginal orgasms**! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!
I’m thirty. I realize this might qualify me for several ‘late bloomer’ awards. What. Ever.
This shit is life changing. Probably as life changing or more so as getting a smartphone, to put a quantitative measure on it. Let’s go with more so.
*Tania is this super smiley chick who is ALWAYS kicking ass. Sometimes I’m all, “Wow, Tania, you’re inspirational.” Other times I just want to tackle that bitch because she smiles when all I feel is pain.
**Thank you, Mister Blue.
I did a little blog restructure today, in the interest of full disclosure (full exposure…). There is a new menu item: Sadey Sex. Hover over that bad boy and you’ll see two categories: Fantasy and Reality.
Fantasy includes such shorts as Two Nights with Mistress Tracy, and Sexy Labor Day. If you thought those stories were real, well, good. I was hoping they would sound real, and was doing some experimentation as I work with my various writing voices.
Reality will include past and future sexcapades as well as awkward and weird stories of my BDSM self-discovery.
I’ve been doing a lot of reflection lately. On my life, what I want out of it, and who I want to be. What I do want, for sure, is to continue writing smut. So that’s good. Right?