Yes I am going there. In the years I have been blogging I have always been very careful about making such comments as the one above. In my swinging life I have been less careful when in the company of people who either are well endowed or who are pragmatic enough to understand the concept. This post was prompted by some experiences with men of a certain ethnic backgrounds that kind of demonstrated that stereotypes about size and ethnicity are just that, stereotypes and should always be taken with a grain of salt.
So before the trolls start getting wound up let’s make something very clear. I don’t walk around with a ruler saying to prospective partners “you must be this long to enter”. I am about the whole package. A caring man who gives pleasure is very welcome whatever the size of his appendage. Just as an uncaring man with a donkey sized appendage is not. There is some discussion about length versus width a lot of which has merit. In short there are three variables, length, width and effort; the combination of these three is how it works, not an excess of one factor. Yes I am a mathematics teacher and so I did get a little excited when I saw this graph in Imagur which I feel explains it perfectly
As the graph shows there are two red zones, “let me get my magnifying glass” and “don’t even think about touching me with that extra arm” of course these zones vary from woman to woman. For me they are significant enough to mean that size definitely matters, just not in every case.
So the story…..
This one night Mr Jones and I went out it had been a while since we had gone to an adult venue. At the moment we are in a phase in our relationships where we are focussing on each other. For me that means encouraging Mr Jones and boosting his confidence while minimising the attention I get from men, single or otherwise. This is the source of some frustration for me but that is a topic for another post. On this night there was this guy. I am not sure why but he seemed attractive, there was not a lot on offer. Anyway after some conversation the four of us, Mr Jones, me, the guy and Mrs Guy ended up naked. Looking at the graph above he fell well into the red zone on the left. I mean, when he was fully erect I could press my face against his belly and not even feel his cock near the back of my mouth, let alone at the back of my throat. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, I am generous like that.
Generosity did not pay off. In the effort stakes he sucked. The only redeeming quality of the evening was that Mrs Guy was amazing in a I find you fascinating, sexy and I want to be your friend on a lot of different levels way. A few weeks later we ran into her again. I freaked out when I saw her with a dark skinned man because I assumed it would be the same guy. I was very relieved when it wasn’t. New Dark Skinned Man turned out to be well and truly towards the middle of my graph with very high scores on the effort level. I like New Dark Skinned Man and hope I get to see him again sometime.
The awkwardness happened when Intriguing Lady turned up in our lives for a third time with Mr Dissapointment. In the light of reality and less randiness he didn’t even seem attractive. Fortunately the situation was a no nakedness situation. So the awkwardness was kept to a minimum. Just for the record I am definitely NOT going there again. The moral of the story; like Caucasians,Asian men vary in size, personality and sexiness. For me, the bulk of them are not that sexy but my experiences have opened my eyes a little.
Turn off the alarm and debate with myself about going back to sleep. Right now, in week 8 of a 10 week term I am almost at the point of counting the sleeps before the holidays start. The other crucial part of my getting up routine is cuddling the cat. Neither of us can function properly if we don’t have our morning cuddle.
2. What is the last thing you do before you go to sleep?
Have a snuggle with Mr Jones. Sometimes it turns into more but mostly it is just a cuddl a kiss and “good night”.
3. Are you a giver or taker?
Such a giver! Not just in bed but in everything. In bed I am definitely the one who is more likely to come away from an experience wondering what all the fuss was about. In fact reflecting back I think that was ultimately what caused my relationship with Pet to die. That and the fact he was/ is a very selfish person.
4. If you had to give yourself a new name, what would it be?
Esmeralda Amelia Jane. In a pinch though Gemma will do. It has served me well as an alias for many years now.
5. A world-famous chef asks you to make dinner, what would you make?
Absolutely no fucking idea. Probably lasagna because that is the meal that I am famous for, in my own little kitchen anyways.
Bonus: What’s the worst advice you ever received?
I must be a bit of a maverick because I can’t remember ever taking someone’s advice and regretting it. Either that or I have no friends that care enough to give advice to me.
Swinging can be compared to many things. A recent experience made me consider that it is like Pandora’s Box. Before you start it seems like a magical thing that can make everything right with the world. But, like the girl in the classic tale, you never really know what is in the box until you open it and once the box is opened and all the treasures come out you can never put them back in again.
As we were becoming accustomed to Mr Jones and I encountered a couple on a recent outing that were on their first foray into the magical world of swinging. Like us they had been married for a long time. Unlike us they had married young and had missed out on the early sexual decadence that some people are lucky enough to experience in their youth. Like most new people they had no idea what to expect from a visit to a swingers club and, sadly, like a lot of new people they also had a very specific idea of what they wanted.
I am a great believer in living out your fantasy but experience has taught me that that making a fantasy into a reality is difficult. You will never achieve exactly what you envisage in your mind; there will always be someone or something that is not exactly what you imagined. This couple, or rather Mrs Newbie, felt the need to have another penis in her life. Her husband was most obliging and had agreed for her to make that fantasy come to life. On the evening in question there were a number of penises on offer but she was fussy, not a bad thing. The penis she was looking for had to come attached to a young, tattooed, well muscled young man. Oddly enough there were no men matching her description on offer.
The four of us chatted for a while. I explained that Mr Jones and I were in the market for a couple that particular evening. It didn’t occur to me to make it abundantly clear that I came as part of a package and the selection of said package included interaction with all parts of the package. They seemed a little dissatisfied with things and I expected that they were going to leave early. She was that kind of person, if things aren’t going the way she wants, she is out.
This was when the box opened. On my way to the bathroom I passed them sitting at a table and chatting with a single man who definitely didn’t meet the requirements. To my surprise Mrs Newbie, reached out and pulled me towards her asking if She could kiss me. It has been a long time since I kissed a woman but it wasn’t too bad. Before I could entirely process everything that was happening we were in a room on the way to getting naked. She was very focussed on having her first girl on girl experience, even though she had said that wasn’t really what she wanted, the guys were a little awkward. Mr Newbie had his instructions, he wasn’t really part of the action for this evening but he had come prepared to watch his wife be fucked by another man, not engage in the ultimate fantasy of watching his wife with another woman and the expected extension of that fantasy, fuck the other woman himself. Mrs Newbie had explained to me that she was not interested in Mr Jones, something I was OK with because I expected that Mr Newbie was a no go for me.
As things heated up barriers were smashed and we ended up in a situation where Mrs Newbie gave her husband the green light to play with me. It didn’t occur to her that her reluctance to interact with Mr Jones meant that I didn’t really want to play with both of them and leave my husband watching. Some people are a little selfish like that. Eventually she came up for air and what had just happened started to sink in, she commented that she felt really hot and needed a drink and some air. In a normal situation I guess her husband would have realised that this was a sign of trouble. However he was still in the throes of realising that he had, for the first time in a 20+ year relationship come perilously close to an encounter with a vagina that was not part of his wife.
After a very flustered struggle with her underwear, (a tip for newbies, don’t wear complicated or hard to remove clothes, the can look great but they can really kill the mood when you are trying to get them off or, as in this scenario, get them on so that you can make a hasty exit) Mrs Newbie left, unknown to us, the building. Mr Newbie commented that his wife had a bit of a tendency to flee from situations that she found challenging. He was a little reluctant to leave probably feeling that would be bad form. He wasn’t really wrong but staying when your wife is already in the car waiting for you to come and drive her away from this overwhelming situation is much worse form.
We were not really surprised by the turn of events but we conceded that getting dressed and literally running out of the club without even saying goodbye properly is a sign that things are not OK. Once Mr Jones and I would have worried that we had done something wrong, and speculated way too much about the relationship dynamics of Mr and Mrs Newbie. But the extent of our conversation after their departure was that they were definitely going to have some things to process in the aftermath of their evening. I did go on to reflect that having your first swinging or extra martial encounter can be like opening Pandora’s box. Before you open the lid it can seem like all the wonders of the world are inside but opening the box can uncover many unexpected things some of which are the exact opposite of what you are looking for. Like the box in the story the lid can never be replaced, the repercussions of what you let out can take a long time to process.
The Pandora’s box of swinging has been at time a blessing and a curse for us. There have been many issues in our relationship that have been bought to the fore by the situations that we have found ourselves in but on the flip side we have been very fortunate that we have been able to live out many, many fantasies. In addition we have been privileged to have been able to help other people live out theirs and to help them open the Pandora’s box for themselves in a fun, non destructive kind of way. In the situation of Mr and Mrs Newbie we definitely helped them to open their personal box but I am certain they were not expecting what came out. I just hope that they are able to deal with it and don’t spend the rest of their life wishing that they had left well enough alone.
I wish you were here with Mr Jones and me today sailing in one of the most beautiful places in the world enjoying the stunning Queensland weather.
If you were here you could fish with Mr Jones. You would never be thirsty or want for anything. I would serve you drinks and food dressed in a light cotton dress. At first you wouldn’t realise that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath until you brush against me and you feel the softness of my breasts. Your curiosity will be aroused, making you watch me as I walk towards Mr Jones to fetch him another beer. The breeze catches my dress and lifts it just far enough for you to catch a glimpse of my butt. You are still not sure so you watch me as I take a seat on the couch and pick up my book.
Suddenly fishing doesn’t seem so interesting. You put your rod in the holder and without saying a word you are kneeling at the edge of the day bed. You grab my ankles and pull me over to you before you spread my knees apart. My naked pussy smiles up at you, confirming what you already knew.
“Were you going to tell me that you weren’t wearing anything under there?” You ask even as your thumb is sliding into my slit testing the wetness there.
It is hard for me to reply but I manage a small, “Maybe,”
You aren’t listening, instead you have buried your face between my legs stroking the moist folds of skin, tasting my juice. Mr Jones is oblivious to what is happening even as I start to catch my breath and feel the little sounds of pleasure rising in my throat. You slip a finger into my opening while your tongue teases my clit, gently, the exact way I like it; demanding but not too hard. The first spasm is small but you are rewarded with a tiny squirt of juice which you suck eagerly from me. You put your hands around my hips holding me firmly against your mouth hungry for more juice. It is not long before you are rewarded. Your tongue and fingers work their magic until you have had your fill. You pull away from me and wipe me from your chin.
“You are such a good girl,” you say as your fingers pull open your shorts to reveal your strong, hard cock.
My whole concentration is focussed on your cock and you know that I am starving to feel it’s soft skin sliding over my lips until you are pushing yourself against the back of my mouth. You step forward and cradle my head in your hand teasing the tip of your cock over my lips. Out of the corner of your eye you see Mr Jones watching you. An urge to push yourself past my lips and fuck my mouth is very strong but you fight it as you look back into my hungry eyes. You want to tease me, to revel in the knowledge that I am starving to worship your cock completely. Knowing that my husband is watching is an intense turn on for you, almost more than having a woman so willing to suck you.
Eventually you cannot hold back any more and you succumb to the urge to push yourself into my mouth. You are not dissapointed, my tongue swirls over your cock and my lips press down. I suck you eagerly as if you are about to feed me the drug I have been starving for. I wrap my arms around your hips so that I can press my face against you and you feel the tiny spasm that tells you I am gagging on you. It doesn’t stop me, I take a breath and then I am sucking you again, teasing your head before taking as much of your length into my mouth as I can. My body wriggles uncontrollably as you groan in pleasure.
Your nose catches a slight scent of my arousal and you reluctantly withdraw from my mouth. Without speaking, and acutely aware that my husband is watching you intently you flip me over on all fours so that my glistening, wet oussy is beckoning you. You catch a glimpse of Mr Jones’ bulging pants and for a moment you want to feel his cock in your mouth but my naked pussy is pushing against you, demanding to be filled. For a moment you rest your cock against my opening before sliding into the warm wet depths. It is like a homecoming. For a moment you stop, holding yourself inside me but you cannot stop yourself from starting to fuck.
At first you take slow strokes enjoying the feeling of sliding completely out before pushing yourself back in to me. Without looking you know that my husband’s eyes are fixed on your cock and you turn slightly to give him a better view of your cock fucking my glistening wet pussy. After a few strokes you become lost in the feeling of me. Your excitement is threatening to get out of control and overwhelm you but you are not ready to cum yet. You turn your attention back to my ass and increase the pace of your strokes. Your hands grip the side of my hips, steadying me against you, controlling the speed and depth of your strokes.
Underneath you I am sucked in to the intensity of the situation, I watch my husband’s face as he watches you fuck his wife and and I can feel your excitement building. I know I am teetering on the edge of that feeling of never wanting to stop fucking. The blissful feeling of never quite getting enough cock and always being ready to take more is overwhelming; but another need is also building in me. I am starting to crave your cum. I can feel your orgasm building and it makes me crave the feeling of your cum covering my ass and dripping down my pussy. My ass pushes against your belly asking to be covered with your warm cum. You know that is what I want, you also know that is what my husband wants. You know that he will step in as soon as you cover my ass and pussy to lick your cum from me before he puts his own cock into me to add his own stamp on me.
Concentrating intently you hold off as long as you can. But that is not long. Soon the feeling is too strong and you whisper to both of us,
“Are you ready?”
I can only manage a whimper but Mr Jones answers for both of us, “yes.” He has stripped off his clothing and his cock is jutting out in front of him as he leans forward to watch. He doesn’t have to wait long, after several strokes you pull out of me. I have just long enough to register a feeling of loss before I feel your warm cum splashing over my ass and pussy. You cum hard and I feel splashes on my thighs. Your hands grip me tightly until the first spasms pass and then gradually you release until you are leaning on me, breathing heavily. I hold myself still not wanting to disturb the pattern your cum has made on me until you lie down on the bed beside me to make way for Mr Jones to inspect your handiwork.
He doesn’t dissapoint, wasting no time before he is bending over me touching your cum and smearing it around before he places his finger into his mouth to taste you. I hear the smacking of his lips before I feel his cock stroking through your cum and teasing around my opening. I know he won’t be able to control himself for much longer and my suspicions are confirmed. His cock slides into my familiar opening covered with your unfamiliar juice. I groan in excitement and push back against him in the same way that I did to you. Inviting his cum to fill me. I do not have to wait long.
Afterwards we rest together watching the sun dip towards the horizon. A cool breeze blows over us covering us with the salt smell of the ocean. It would be easy to think that our play was over for the day but all of us know that this is just the beginning.
Home:1. Your current home: House? Apartment? Trailer? Condo? Other?
I live in a fairly idyllic place. A four bedroom house on 1.5 acres. For an ex farm girl who finds herself living in the city it is a perfect fit. I don’t have to see the neighbours when I go into the back yard plus I get to keep poultry.
2. Which is bigger, your childhood home or your current home?
My childhood home was a farm house on 23, 000 acres. So in terms of land the childhood home was definitely bigger. The house was physically bigger but it was a bit higgeldy piggeldy so there was a lot of space that wasn’t used very well.
3. Which is better childhood home or current home? Why?
Both of them have their pros and cons. But I prefer my current home. Mainly because I am happier here than I was at my childhood home.
4. What was your favorite subject in school? (consider high school, college, grad school). Why was this your favorite subject?
Definitely microbiology. I found the whole concept of a world of organisms that are invisible to the naked eye fascinating.
5. Are you currently working in a field that you studied in college?
I am a science teacher which on the surface looks like I am working in the same field but in reality it is quite different. There are some aspects of the subjects I studied at university that are the same in this job but there are a plethora of other things that are not. Prior to starting this job I also completed a degree in education. I have to say that not very much of that degree really helped me get ready for the reality of teaching.
6. Describe your first job.
My first job was as a research assistant a C.S.I.R.O. Which is the Australian government funded scientific body. I was very much at the bottom of the ladder in this place and I did all of the jobs that were beneath the real scientists working there. My experiences there formed my opinions about the attitudes and work ethic of government workers and since that job I have avoided working in government funded positions.
7. What was your favorite job and why?
Prior to starting work as a teacher I managed a laboratory in a milk factory. Many of the staff there were awesome people. The factory was brand new and the company that built it was establishing its brand in a new area. This made the whole community of workers extremely tight. This changed as the factory grew but those first years were awesome.
Bonus: What haven’t we talked about in TMI Tuesday that you would like to discuss?
A couple of things; travelling and fantasies, sexual of course.
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OK I will admit that the questions this week are not about back to school. However in Australia the summer holidays finished this week and the school year has started. For me it signals the end of sleep ins, daytime naps and not having a timetable to follow; at least until December rolls around again. That will happen in 45 weeks or so. But who is counting. And so on with the questions.
This morning when I read thes questions I was feeling very positive but I received some very negative and unfair feedback today from a collegue. I like to think that I am a positive person but the thing that probably sets me apart from others is a refusal to play office politics and get caught up in he said she said games.
2. When it comes to sex appeal, what sets you apart from others?
This question kind of stumped me a little but I asked The Fireman and he said this
Ok … your confidence, imagination, willingness to be adventurous, and enthusiasm for the dick 🙂
Until I read this comment I had forgotten about that. But it is true. If I am in a play situation I can become insatiable for cock. Hence my last post about being taken by multiple men. It is a state of mind that gives incredible freedom.
3. What are the big imbalances in your life?
Given the events of today I am thinking that I take a lot of things way too personally and need to stop over analysing.
4. What is it that your family and close friends cannot do that only you can do?
When I was growing up my mother prided herself on being a good cook. She had a certain amount of talent for a certain type of cooking, namely CWA (never heard of it? Look here ) style baking etc. she thought that she was the best person to make birthday cakes. However I have surpassed her skill. As she ages her ability seems to have diminished slightly and I was more than a little chuffed when recently she declared that I was now the “go to” person in the family for celebratory cakes.
5. Are you flexible enough?
To do the splits? Not quite. For the record I have never been able to do the splits and so getting my body to that point is a painful challenge that I am not committed to enough.
To be able to deal with unexpected situations as they crop up in every day life? Absolutely I would go so far as to say that it is one of the essential skills that all teachers must have and I am pleased to announce that I have it in spades.
Bonus: What was the best news you received in 2016?
At this point I would have to say my timetable for this year. It is awesome!!! For the first time ever I am not the person in the staff room with the least planning time. That is great because it means I have time to plan sexy adventures and write about them here (I hope!).
Despite my best efforts I am not superwoman and a lurking black dog meant that I did not get this posted on time. However make sure Yu enjoy more TMI goodness at the official TMI Tuesday site.
I have a friend who has a rule about her ‘Number’; it can never be greater than her age. Just prior to writing this I was skipping through TMI Tuesday posts and I came accross a question about your personal number stating that in a recent survey it was found that men found women with the number higher than 14 a little off putting.
14???!!? Like shouldn’t that read women with an IQ of less than 41? I don’t really want to think too hard about this but I am relatively sure that I passed 14 a VERY long time ago. Even before my swinging days, maybe. I can honestly say that I have no idea what my number is. If I think about it I can remember most of the people of have shagged, I think. OK there will be ones that I have forgotten, not everyone I have met has been fantastic at sex. However the point is that my number is much higher than I or anyone else needs to think about.
I was recently discussing the whole concept of keeping track of your number with a male friend. He was commenting that a lot of younger men like to discuss their number, obviously the higher the figure the higher their opinion of themselves. He and I were both in agreement that it is bad form for people to have this kind of approach. Mainly because it indicates that you are just chugging through partners without any thought of the quality of your input or the effort they are putting in. Really you may as well just go visit a series of glory holes. It is very disrespectful of the person who is sharing their body with you that all you think of the experience is how the notch is going to look on your bedpost.
In my opinion being able to describe your experiences and being able to describe a life of fantasies realised is a much healthier and sexier way to live. Thinking about my number makes me feel bad about myself. There is so much confusion in my mind about what is an acceptable number and what the ramifications of a number that is too high. I am nervous sharing my feelings about my number with people because I am worried about being judged. When I think about experiences that I have enjoyed I feel strong and powerful. It gives me a sense of control over my sexuality and my life.
There is one time when a number is perhaps a good thing; when you are planning a session of pure unadulterated lust. This year will be my 45th birthday. A conversation recently with Mrs Mikes Place about a birthday celebration involving a gang bang inspired me to make a similar birthday wish for my upcoming celebration. I am a little unsure of the exact number of men she fucked but I believe that it was somewhere in the vicinity of 20.
I am nowhere near that ambitious. But my scenario runs something like this;
I am in a room of a swingers club, on a bed, mostly naked. I am not restrained but I am available to any man who is invited to join me. Mr Jones is beside me holding me, loving me. Standing over me my private bouncer, in consultation with Mr Jones, is in control of who has access to me. Men who come into the room can fuck me with the permission of the fireman and Mr Jones.
My visitors are allowed to lick my pussy and fuck me. Any condoms they fill are to be left for Mr Jones and the fireman to enjoy later. While I am being fucked other men are able to explore my breasts and have their cocks sucked. They are welcome to cum on my belly and tits but they are not allowed to cum on my face.
I don’t have a specific number of men in my mind but I doubt that I could handle more than about six or seven. Definitely no more than 10. That is the only time in my mind that a number would matter. Even then I am thinking it isn’t really an issue.
Like many women in the scene, and possibly more men that it appears, I started my journey into swinging with the goal of exploring my bisexual interests. In my post, The Big Red Door, I described that on my first visit to Couples international I both satisfied and increased this curiosity by kissing a girl. This experience was very surreal, I had never kissed a woman before and the thing that intrigued me the most was the softness of a woman when she kissed. Ever since that night the softness of a woman’s body had been one of the things I have enjoyed most about this exploration.
Couples International was owned by a couple who had been in the swinging scene for many years. Mrs CI was a tall, very striking woman who was not a little intimidating. One of her special interests was empowering women by giving them a safe space to express their sexuality as well as the knowledge of their own bodies to help them understand how pleasure works for women. She did this by running nights at her club restricted only to women. During these evenings she spent some of the time discussing women’s sexuality, displaying her extensive toy collection or providing some very physical demonstrations about different ways women are able to climax.
When I saw these evenings advertised I was very curious about them. People I met during some of our visits to CI told me that they were very much worth attending and I was very curious about them. Mr Jones was very supportive of me going along but I was still reluctant. I didn’t have a lot of friends, especially in the scene who I could take along with me and I was intimidated by the idea of going along by myself.
Once I had plucked up the courage I found myself one Wednesday evening, walking through the big red door all by myself. In many ways the evening was a turning point for me. Mrs CI started the evening by making her guests feel welcome and encouraging them to introduce themselves to everyone. It was a smallish group of around 20 women. Many of them were not swingers as such but the majority of them were married or in long term relationships. Like me they were there to explore their interest in other women away from the prying eyes of their husbands and other men.
After some small talk Mrs CI gave us a presentation about female orgasm. She used her own body to explain some of the points she was making describing the feeling of different parts of her vulva and vagina. She described different ways of giving pleasure other than direct stimulation of the clitoris and also described how she made herself squirt. I had read a little about squirting and I was fascinated by the phenomenon. This was the first time I had witnessed it in real life and it only served to increase my curiosity. Mrs CI assured all of us that squirting was not a talent that was reserved for a few of us but something that every woman was capable of.
After the formal part of the evening was over we were invited to spend some time getting to know each other more intimately with full access to the facilities of the club including all of the bedrooms. For those of us who had not been to an evening like this before it was still a little intimidating but we found ourselves inspired by lead of some women who had been before. After watching some more experienced women enjoying each other I found myself naked with several ladies on a bed in the open play area. We spent quite a bit of time exploring each other, kissing, licking, sucking and enjoying the delights of oral sex. For the first time in my life I was able to get really up close and personal with a vulva and it fascinated me. I found that I loved to explore the folds and openings with first my fingers and then my tongue.
I do not remember exactly how many of us were on the bed together but I believe it was around seven naked sexy women enjoying each other’s bodies. As well as discovering a lot of things about how women’s bodies work I also discovered a lot of things about myself. To this day I have a huge appreciation for the softness of a woman’s skin and the curve of a breast. I also love slowly exploring a woman’s vulva stroking her labia first with my fingers and then with my tongue before slide my fingers into her vagina and stroke that little rough piece of skin wile I tantalise her clitoris with tongue strokes and sometimes a little sucking. There is something a little powerful about giving a woman an earth shattering orgasm that is quite different from sucking a man to climax.
Despite all of these experiences I went home a little edgy and unsatisfied. After describing my evening to Mr Jones I finally filled myself by riding his beautiful cock. Despite all I had learned and experienced I am still primarily in love with cock. Pussy is a fantastic entree but it does not satisfy, it whets your appetite and when the morsels have been consumed you are even more keenly ready for the main course. Yes I am bisexual to a degree but the only thing that will truly satisfy me is a good hard fucking.
This week’s questions are a little eclectic but I enjoyed them. If you are interested in more TMI goodness then make sure you check out the TMI Tuesday page.
1. If you were forced to wear a warning label, what would yours say?
Quite a few years ago someone actually made a Facebook post about me that said;
“Caution hot! Pole not included.”
Ironically in her knowledge pole dancing was the most scandalous thing I did in my spare time but in spite of this I think the label still applies.
Definitely Ernie. He wasn’t exactly the smartest one but he was definitely the one who had the best sense of enjoying the simple things in life.
3. If you could have an endless supply of a candy or baked good, what would you get?
This is a hard one. I am a huge fan of chocolate cake and have been known to say that good chocolate cake can be better than sex. But I also have a weakness for vanilla slice. I don’t actually think that if I had an unlimited supply one one thing that I would like it for very long. Variety is the spice of life.
4. Who is your favorite villain? Why?
This is a hard one. No one exactly springs to mind. I am not sure if she is exactly a villain but I do like Catwoman, the Michelle Pfieffer version.
Sunrise, definitely. I am a farm girl born and bred and since childhood I have awoken at sunrise. These days I am ‘better’ at sleeping in but there is still a special place in my psyche for sunrise.
Bonus: If you took a job out of your current career path, what job would your take?
Currently I am in the third year of my current career. I started my first year of being a teacher when I was 41 years old. It was a significant career change that happened after several major events in my life. I am not sure if there is another job that I would really be interested in pursuing.
This is a fictional story based on an experience a friend shared with me recently
“You have a great cock, I would love to suck it,”
These are words that every man dreams of hearing just not from the mouth of perfect stranger standing behind you in a public toilet. When John heard them he was unsure if he had heard correctly. It seemed so totally random. For long moments he stood, his cock in his hand staring at the wall of the urinal. He was afraid of what he would see if he turned around. But he was also afraid of what he would see if he didn’t. There were many things that he had fantasised about in his life but a man sucking his cock was not one of them. Men had never featured in any of his fantasies.
But now here he was standing in a public toilet holding his cock and considering a proposal from a perfect stranger whose face he hadn’t even seen yet. The thinking part of his brain told him to put his cock back in his pants and walk away into the park outside to continue his run but as with so many things in his life his cock betrayed him. He felt the stirring in his groin and then the twitch against his palm even before his mind registered a slight curiosity.
“Go on,” the unseen man behind him urged, “I suck cock good.”
How would a guy suck a cock? The thought was so unexpected that John almost had a physical reaction. Nothing could have stopped him from turning around to look at the owner of the voice.
He was young, clean shaven and good looking in the kind of way that teenage girls find attractive. The earnestness in his eyes surprised John. He was like a puppy wanting to please. Without speaking John moved his hand offering his now fully erect cock to this young clean shaven stranger. Within moments he found himself looking down at the top of his head as the young man kneeled in front of him and slid his lips down over his hard shaft.
The sensation was familiar and foreign at the same time. The man wrapped his hand around his ass pulling Johns entire length into his mouth. John felt the head of his cock connect with the back of the man’s throat, something he had never experienced before. Slowly he withdrew his lips, sliding them wetly up his shaft to twirl his tongue over the head of John’s cock. John staggered against the wall of the toilet unable to fully support his weight.
Leaning against the wall, gripping the sink, feeling the pressure of his nails against the porcelain John gave himself over to the insane sensations that were washing over him. For a split second he thought he heard the sound of a footstep. He had never even thought of what would happen if someone walked in on them, but it was nothing. The stranger hadn’t even noticed. He just kep right on worshipping John’s cock in a way that was unlike any woman. John’s fears vanished and he felt himself immersed in the sheer pleasure of the younger man’s lips on his cock.
Involuntarily he found himself thrusting against the stranger’s mouth wanting to grip the back of his head and shove himself deep into his throat the way he would fuck a pussy. It was one of the best head jobs of his life. Surprisingly he felt the pressure of an orgasm building in his groin. A flicker of panic welled up in him. What was the protocol? Could he cum in this guy’s mouth? Was that OK? John knew that when he came it would be hard. For fun he had learned how to shoot his cum into his own mouth and he didn’t mind how he tasted, but women often had an issue with it. Did other guys?
As if he sensed John’s conflict the stranger slid his lips off John’s cock and looked up at him for a moment,
“I want to taste your cum.” His voice was earnest and his eyes pleading. John could sense the fear of rejection that was strong in him and, strangely, it comforted him. He still couldn’t speak but he nodded his consent. A flicker of pure pleasure passed through the stranger’s eyes and he eagerly returned to the object of his affection.
John could not suppress a groan of pleasure as the lips slid down over his shaft again, enveloping it in warmth and wetness. His tongue swirled over the head of John’s cock and he sucked the tip firmly for a few seconds before sinking his lips deeper and wrapping his arms greedily around John’s hips. John could feel his hunger for cum and strangely it stirred him deeper than he ever expected. Suddenly the pressure to cum was back, stronger than before. This time John didn’t fight it, but he held back for a little while, he wasn’t ready for this surreal experience to be over so quickly. The stranger sucked him even deeper, saliva had built up around his lips and it made a slick sound as he moved his head back and forth. He made little whimpering noises as he sucked and John felt the slight grazing of his teeth over his shaft. Every sensation felt magnified, time seemed to have stopped and John felt almost as if he could step out his own body.
Finally he couldn’t hold back. The intense heat of his orgasm washed over him and he felt his cum jetting out of him against the back of the stranger’s throat. Greedily the stranger sucked every drop of his juice down giving little moans of pleasure as he sucked. John leaned heavily against the wall, breathing hard as the orgasm continued to twitch through him. For the first time he noticed the stranger wanking himself.
As the last fragments of orgasm ebbed away the stranger let John’s cock slide out of his lips and stood up beside him. Facing the wall he leaned one hand against the top of the urinal while his other hand worked frantically over his cock. John watched, fascinated. He had never seen a man wank himself before and it was strangely compelling.
For a brief moment he wondered what it would be like to return the favour and suck him dry just as he had been just moments before. But it was clear that this was not what the stranger wanted. For a moment their eyes met. The pleading look had disappeared and was replaced by drunken lust.
“See how horny you made me,” the stranger murmured, “Watch me cum.”
The lust in his eyes was compelling, John couldn’t stop himself from looking down at the hand working over the cock. He was unsure of what made a cock attractive but to him this one looked full proud and a little tasty. He became aware of the stranger’s heavy breathing as the speed of his strokes increased. Then everything went still as the orgasm wracked him. Cum jetted out of the stranger’s cock and hit the wall of the urinal as he gave soft grunts of pleasure.
For a few moments the stranger leant over the urinal breathing heavily. His now flaccid cock slipped out of his fingers and a sticky string of cum stretched between the stranger’s fingers and his cock. John was rooted to the spot, unsure of the protocol. He responded to the strong urge to cover himself and, slightly dazed, he pulled up his shorts and straightened his t-shirt.
“Thank – you,” the stranger followed his lead and adjusted his own clothing before turning and leaving. Still not sure how or exactly what had just happened John followed him out into the park. The sun was shining, noisy shouts of children enjoying the climbing frame nearby reached John’s ears bringing him back to reality. For a few moments he stood watching a woman jog past him with a dog following on a lead. Looking like a regular jogger, but with his mind spinning madly John went back to his jog.