TMI Tuesday – The Good Life Edition

1. What is an ideal weekend for you?

An ideal weekend would consist of some serious play time that included about two hours of continuous sex of some form, a large portion would involve fucking. Some time spent on the boat in a sunny part of Moreton Bay being at least semi naked in the sun and time to sleep and recover from the fucking.

2. What is the craziest job you would consider taking?

There are many people in the world who think I am crazy for doing the job I do now. Although I find it mostly rewarding. Despite frequent rants about troublesome students and Central Leadership making stupid unrealistic demands.

Apart from this job the craziest job I have considered was working as a scientist for the summer season in Antarctica. I was much younger then. I didn’t get very far through the application process before I realised it probably wasn’t for me.

3. Where would you rate yourself as a kisser on a scale of 1 to 10? (10 being the best kisser ever!)

I am OK at kissing. I wouldn’t call myself great so maybe a 6 or 7.
A play friend I knew once had this feedback system going where you gave him a rating about certain skills he felt were important. Maybe I should start something like that.

4. What do you like most and least about your significant other’s cooking?

The think I like most about Mr Jones’ cooking is that when he does it I don’t have to. Don’t get me wrong, I generally LIKE cooking. What I don’t like is having to think about WHAT to cook after a day of work and having to plan what I need to buy to do said cooking.

What do I like least about Mr Jones cooking? That when it is his turn to cook I often end up doing the planning and decision making that is the part I don’t like about having to cook myself.

5. How has smartphone photography changed your world?

I am not sure if smartphone photography changed my world a lot. Certainly during the early years of my marraige and parenthood a physical camera was a big part of my life. Since having a smartphone I did move away from needing a separate item just to take photos.

A hiking trip that involved rock hopping accross a creek and a swim for my phone has convinced me that for our current, water based, adventure that I would invest in a waterproof camera. I do not regret my choice but I do still use my phone.

Bonus: What is a good life?

To me a good life is one that has been well lived. In doing this a person has achieved their goals, and been happy and productive. I don’t believe a person can be productive if they have not contributed to making the world a better place. Just accumulating stuff or satisfying your personal whims is not enough.

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On the Water

Sometimes you meet someone who is clearly going to be an amazing lover. Sometimes those encounters leave a lasting imprint and you wish you could go back and do them over and over.

The night was warm. The weather was clear with no wind. I wanted to show a new friend our boat because he was really interested in boats. We took our yacht out into the bay, just a little way. Far enough away that no one would hear the screams but close enough that we could watch the lights of the harbor. Or rather that they would provide a pleasant backdrop.

Once the anchor was down we lay out the front on the trampoline. The slight breeze lifted my dress, maybe it was helped a little by his hand. He kissed me deeply, pressing his body against mine. I responded, thrusting my hips against his hand that had found its way inside my panties. Skilled fingers stroked my swollen clit as he nibbled against my neck. I slipped my hand inside his shorts.

“See what you do to me,” his breath was hot in my ear.

A little whimper escaped me as his fingers slipped inside me.

“I want to put myself in there,” I loved the sound of his voice. The way his accent made the words sound. It made me want him more. But I wasn’t ready for his cock yet. I flipped him on his back and opened his shirt. His nipples responded to my touch. As I sucked and nibbled he moaned with pleasure. My hand caressed the soft smooth skin of his cock before I slid my mouth downwards over the head of his cock. I paused, taking time pull back his foreskin and stroke the smoothness underneath as I applied more suction. His hips bucked under me and his hands held the back of my head as he pushed his cock deep into my mouth.

With a wicked smile I sat astride him with the hardness of his cock pressing against the hot wetness of my cunt, separated by the thin fabric of my panties.

“How much do you want me,” I smiled, enjoying the tease.

“Very much,” his hands gripped my hips, “I want to make you cum twenty times and cover me with your juice.”

I ground down on him aware that my husband was standing in the shadows, watching us, not ready to join in yet. There was a pause as I found the condoms. I lay back watching him slide the sheath over himself. His cock was strong and proud. I knew he was skilled. He arranged me the way he wanted and knelt between my legs with his cock resting against my opening. Slowly he slid inside me, all the time watching my face. The dim light from the foreshore lit his body perfectly.

“You feel so amazing,” he said softly as he began thrusting.

I was lost in the feeling of his cock inside me, pushing me open. He twisted my hips, finding the spots he knew would trigger a reaction. He looked so fucking sexy, a little furrow appeared in the middle of his forehead.

“What is wrong?” I worried, I always worry. I didn’t want to spoil this perfect moment.

“I am concentrating,” he replied. He took his cock and stroked my pussy. My body arched and I squirted juice over his cock. He grinned in happiness, “That is what I wanted.” He slipped inside me and fucked me hard. His energy was astounding. It felt like he could fuck like this forever.

There was movement beside me and my husband settled beside us. He had taken his pants off and I could see how turned on he was by watching us fuck. I flipped my friend over and sat astride him so that I could lean down and take the second cock into my mouth. I slipped off my dress completely and my friend reached up to hold my breasts.

“Such beautiful boobsies,” he murmured pressing his face into them before taking each nipple into his mouth.

If there was a heaven, I was in it. Two men, two cock, a beautiful night. I couldn’t ask for anything more. I really can’t remember the exact order of events after that. I know that I came more than the requisite twenty times. I know that I fucked each of them over and over. I know that my friend was covered in my juice and I know that I wanted to pack him into my suitcase and take him away on my trip.

Images keep flashing into my mind. Of a sexy dark haired man fucking like a rabbit. Of my husband fucking me as I bent over the bed with my friend’s cock in my mouth. Of my friend cumming in my mouth while my husband’s cock was inside me. It truly was magical.

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Friday Flashback – Personal Development

From the vault of Erotic Adventures comes this little gem. It is happy to see the light of day again. I hope that you all enjoy it.

Josh hated training courses. The idea of sitting on uncomfortable chairs in small rooms with freezing air conditioning listening to boring presenters who didn’t have the first clue about what it was like to work in a real job in the real world just made him irritated. Even though his boss knew how he felt about training courses he still found himself sitting on an uncomfortable chair in a freezing room waiting for the presenter to turn up. His boss had given him some kind of line about everyone needing to complete a personal development activity for their annual review. In an attempt to warm himself up he got up and helped himself to the coffee sitting in the corner and then checked his watch, 8.30 am. He was surprised that he was the only person who seemed to turn up. “That would be right,” he thought, “I get stuck here in a stupid course and there isn’t even another person to talk to.” He wandered over to the desk and selected a chair just before a woman with flaming red hair walked through the door carrying a thick leather briefcase.

“Hello,” she greeted him before she made her way to the whiteboard at the front of the room. 

“Hello,” Josh replied, with his eyes glued to her ass as she bent over to look inside her briefcase. The fabric of her skirt stretched enticingly over her full round butt. “It doesn’t look like there are many turning up this morning,” he continued, unsure of what else to say.

The presenter turned to face Josh. He had to remind himself to keep his mouth closed as she walked towards him. The neckline of her blouse stretched open to display full round breasts that looked like they were about to fall forwards. Stopping in front of him she leaned forward on the desk until Josh could almost see her nipples. “That is OK,” she smiled at him. “I prefer small intimate groups.” As if it was the most natural thing in the world she slipped her butt onto the desk in front of him. “So,” she continued, completely business like. “Today is all about your personal development and pushing your boundaries,” her voice dropped slightly as she leaned forward and touched the side of his face, letting her finger trail down the side of his neck, “Tell me about some of your boundaries Josh.” 

Suddenly it seemed as if Josh’s pants were not big enough for his cock, “Uh I don’t know,” he stammered fidgeting in his chair, trying to find a position that put less pressure on his throbbing cock. In front of him the presenters fingers nimbly popped open a couple of buttons on her blouse to reveal a very low cut bra and even more of her impressive cleavage. “What kinds of boundaries were you meaning?” 

“Well this course is about personal development,” the woman replied as she continued to unbutton her blouse. Even though Josh had been freezing earlier he suddenly felt hot. “So I was thinking personal type boundaries,” The woman slipped off the desk and stood in front of him, “like taking your clothes off in front of a stranger.” To emphasise her point she shrugged out of her blouse and let it slide to the floor, “Have you ever done that Josh?”

Josh fidgeted, not sure where to look.  “No,” He replied quietly unable to take his eyes off her breasts.

“Would you like to?” The woman reached behind her waist and Josh heard the sound of a zipper before her skirt started sliding down over her hips. 

“Maybe,” he replied glancing towards the door.

She followed his gaze, “It is OK,” her voice was comforting, “I made sure it was locked so that we wouldn’t be disturbed,” the skirt joined the blouse on the floor. She looked so tempting standing there in front of him in her underwear.

On an impulse Josh stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. “What the hell!” he grinned as he shrugged out of his shirt and followed suit with his jeans. He stood before her with his cock straining against his boxers unsure of what was going to happen next but determined to be open to whatever came his way.

Taking a step forward the woman reached out and stroked his cock through his boxers. Josh held his breath, wondering when he was going to wake up. It had been so long since a woman had touched him there that he was sure that this had to be a dream. The woman slipped her hand under the waistband of Josh’s boxers and curled her fingers around his shaft. “So you haven’t answered my question,” she moved her hand slowly up and down and Josh began to wonder if he would be able to contain himself, “Do you have any boundaries?” She moved until she was close enough that Josh could feel her breath on his neck. He shuffled his feet as her hand slid down over his testicles cupping them gently before continuing further back towards his ass crack.

Josh felt his butt cheeks tighten as her fingernails scratched the skin behind his testicles. His cock throbbed in response, taking him completely by surprise. Her fingers slid further back, towards the forbidden zone. The place that he had always maintained was outwards only, except in the deepest darkest corners of his fantasies, ever since he had seen that image. Her finger stroked around his asshole tantalising him. His body betrayed his mind, opening itself up to her caresses even as his mind screamed out to tell her to stop.

For the first time he noticed her eyes, the glittering lust he saw there. “I will stop any time you tell me to Josh,” she whispered. “But until you say stop I am going to keep on exploring,”

“I don’t want you to stop,” Josh was stunned to hear his own voice say those words. 

She pulled away from him slightly and reached out for the waist of his boxers. “Maybe we should get rid of some barriers then.” She slipped the garment down over his hips freeing his cock. “Mmmm,” she bent down and tasted him briefly,” Josh moaned sharply, alarmed that he would shoot jizz into her mouth and spoil the moment but she released him. “I do like sausage but I am after more exotic fare today.” 

Quietly she moved to stand beside him, running her hands down his naked back to cup his butt before she slipped her finger lower to caress his butt hole. Josh took a deep breath as she smeared some lube and slipped her finger inside him. Sensation exploded through him as she moved her finger gently in and out. His cock was like a rock in front of him and he couldn’t stop himself from gripping his own shaft.

“That’s it,” the woman’s voice whispered in his ear. “Relax and enjoy the moment.” 

Josh nodded, frowning in concentration as sensations he never imagined possible sizzled through his body. The woman pushed her body against him, rubbing her crotch against his thigh as she finger fucked his ass. Josh’s head was spinning with pleasure.

“Would you like more?” her voice interrupted him. 

“Yes please.” He heard himself say.

She removed her finger and there was a pause before he felt the cool pressure of something else opening him more. He pushed back against the implement eagerly, still surprising himself with how much he wanted this. There was a moment of slight discomfort and then the pleasure ripped through him. His hand gripped his cock hard as she fucked his ass spreading him further than he thought would be pleasurable.  His whole body tingled and he felt something building. It was like an orgasm but at the same time not. Before he could stop it he exploded, groaning as cum covered his fist. His whole body spasmed in pleasure before he collapsed forward on the desk still twitching with aftershocks. Feeling completely dazed he turned his head towards the woman, She sat on one of the chairs with both of her feet up on the desk. Still recovering Josh watched as she fucked herself with a thick pink dildo. Her fingers moved quickly on her clit as the pink plastic moved in and out of her slippery wet cunt. 

Her movements became more frantic as Josh watched until her mouth formed a perfect O and her body arched out of the chair. As she relaxed and slumped into her chair a huge smile spread across her face. “Well done,” she congratulated him as she came back to life. “I think we can definitely say you have pushed a boundary or two today.”

The Final Countdown

My presence on these pages has dipped slightly over the last couple of weeks. Mr Jones and I are in the final stages of preparing ourselves and our vessel for our six month adventure. It seems that there is an endless parade of details that are demanding attention. Some days I feel like I need more time but the reality is that these details are the things that keep most from doing things like this. There comes a point when you have to just bite the bullet and LEAVE. The unattended details will look after themselves at that point.

LEAVING day has been set in concrete. We are steadily getting things organised. I feel like I am on top of it. I also know that there will be a day when I realise I left something behind that I think I really need. The reality is that we will improvise or go without. It is surprising what you can manage without. An acquaintance told me of a couple that she knew who had done a similar trip. Upon their return they found it a little difficult to adjust to a life full of material things. I know from a caravanning experience many years ago that this is definitely a thing.

As the last few days tick by we are making the rounds of friends and acquaintances ensuring we get to spend time with people who are important. It is an interesting thing. Most people are grateful of the effort but also focussed on their own lives and plans. More than once I have fought off a bout of FOMO as I hear of celebrations and gatherings planned that I will not be able to attend. I know that there will be others and we are having our own adventures but the disconnect is a little jarring. I sometimes wonder how hard it will be to slot back in to life when we return. Will everyone forget us? I hope not.

Things are set now. Changing the path we have chosen for ourselves can only happen if there is a major upheaval. Besides why would we want to change? We are truly some of the luckiest people in the world.

TMI Tuesday – A Few of my Favourite Things

1 What is your favourite dessert and why

My automatic response to this question is always chocolate cake. Although in recent years I have developed an affinity for cheesecake. So chocolate cheesecake? All of the good things, rich chocolatey goodness, creamy cheese with a little tang. What is not to like?

2 What is your favourite nickname to be called?

Mr Jones calls me Babe but I don’t like being called that by anyone else.

At work I have a variety of nicknames depending on who is calling me. One of my colleagues who is about the same age as me calls me “Sissy”. It harks back to a student who graduated last year. When he was in year 7 he mixed myself and my “Sissy” up all the time (we don’t look at all alike!). He said we looked like sisters and the nickname was born.

3 What is your favourite nickname for your favourite person?

I also refer to Mr Jones as Babe. Not very imaginative but there it is

4 Who makes you laugh the most?

One of my colleagues who refers to me as her lover, is highly unusual. She is one of the quirkiest people I have ever met. Always guaranteed to generate a smile when she walks into the room.

5 What is something from your childhood that would seem strange to millennials.

Many things from my childhood would seem strange to millennials. I grew up in a small country town. One of the last to have a ‘party line’ phone system with a manned exchange in Australia. The phone that sat on the desk in the study area looked like this;

It was connected to the exchange by an actual wire that ran for 42 kilometers! About six or so households shared the same access wire and only one of us could use it at once. Children were not allowed to use the phone at all. A far cry from the smartphones of today.

Bonus: What is your idea of heaven

Somewhere that is unspoiled by humans and their consumerism. A place where people respect the environment and live relatively simply. I hope I see some of these places in my upcoming voyage.

Bonus Bonus:

There is always room for boobs

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Is This Menopause?

I have contributed to the Menopause diaries before. But when I read that Rebel was going to focus on a monthly prompt I really wanted to get on board. I read the post for the first prompt and wrote my contribution and then… Life happened. So here it is. A little out of sequence but I am sure that Rebel will forgive me. Perhaps I should offer a sacrifice to the Goddess of blogging????

My reproductive system has been very compliant pretty much my whole life. Apart from starting my period at 11 years old everything worked well. I didn’t suffer from cramps or irregular periods when I was younger. As an adult I was able to fall pregnant when I wanted to. My pregnancies went by with a minimum of fuss.

I took the contraceptive pill for large chunks of my adult life. From age 18 until about two years after the birth of The Unicorn when Mr Jones had a vasectomy. When we opened our marriage, I started taking the pill again. Even though we used condoms and practised safe sex the possibility of me falling pregnant to another man was a deal breaker for Mr Jones. He refused to act as a father to another man’s child.

And so, I found myself taking the contraceptive pill well into my forties. Over the years some doctors tried to convince me that other devices would be better / more convenient. I had an encounter with an Implanon or as it is known in the vernacular “the rod”. It didn’t work for me and I continued with the tried-and-true method. I loved being on the pill, the predictability of it, the way it just worked.

Somewhere between the age of 40 and 45 I noticed that I began to sweat a lot. I live in a hot humid place. But on really warm days sweat would literally pour out of my face. During summer I had to carry around a cloth to wipe my face if I was not in an air-conditioned space. It was mainly my face that leaked profusely. The rest of my body seemed reasonably unaffected. At school I was reluctant to do this because I worried about looking odd in front of my students but there were times, if I was particularly stressed when I would be reaching for the tissue box. At the time I didn’t realise what was happening to me. Hindsight is a wonderful thing.

I have struggled with depression since my late 30’s. In all honesty I have probably always had it to an extent it just got worse as I got older. Or perhaps it was a perimenopause symptom. I don’t know. Whatever the case I started taking medication when I was around 40. I took the drug for several years. It had a negative effect on my libido and sexual function but at least I didn’t wake up at 3 am wanting to cut off my hair! Or other, more drastic things. Like the sweating I didn’t consider this as part of a bigger thing. I will never know all the answers to all the questions I have about depression. I do believe that the increase in the effects on my life are linked to the onset of menopause.

In 2018 when I was 45, I noticed my period change. I was still taking the pill. The artificial hormones make your uterus bleed every 28 days no matter what. But I noticed that the amount was less, and it seemed different somehow. At this point I began to put some things together. The profuse sweating on hot days had morphed into full on hot flushes by now. I was still taking depression medication, but I was ready to either ditch it or change because I was done with the impact it was having on my sex life. Plus, it didn’t seem to be helping much with mood swings or keeping at bay the days when I just wanted to cry for hours. I still wasn’t sure what was depression and what was menopause but I began to ask myself if they were one and the same.

In January 2019 I decided to conduct an experiment. I stopped taking the pill. I had read that the pill masks menopause symptoms, but I was a little naïve as to what that could exactly mean. My hypothesis was that if I had stopped ovulating and my uterus was heading to retirement that I would not have a period. My hypothesis was proven to be correct. I have not had a period since January 2019. At the time I was 46.

Around March of the same year I visited my GP and asked to change my depression medication. I also asked if there was a way to confirm my menopause status. He conducted a blood test and informed me that “my hormone profile was the same as a post-menopausal woman. I changed medication which was a long process of weaning off the first medication and then easing on to the second. It was harder than I expected. Were some of the things I was experiencing a result of menopause, or were they because of the stress I was under at the time? Later that year I visited a counsellor. He told me that he thought some of my issues were a result of being burnt out. Great! Another thing to add to the mix of things that could be causing my symptoms.

Reading through blog posts and talking to other women there is much chatter about menopause and peri-menopause. Many women seem to be in touch with what is happening and able to identify the central focus for their symptoms. I was not one of them. For me hindsight has been the only insight. I blindly went through the lead up to menopause dealing with each symptom individually not realising it was all part of a bigger thing.

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Toxic Masculinity

My friend Mike over at Marriage Sex and More often writes about his journey through changing his approach to his sex life. This journey has taken him from being a classic “blue pill” thinker to more of a “red pill” guy. The resulting change in attitude and confidence has resulted in a complete 180 degree turn around in many areas of his life in particular his marriage. As a woman I find his ideas a little confronting. As a wife I find myself nodding along. For men who are in marriages that are sexless and unsatisfactory what he has to say is invaluable. Confronting but invaluable.

Mike’s idea of “Blue pill” vs “Red pill” thinking is interesting. In his view “blue pill” thinking is taking on pressures placed on men, often by feminists, to be more sensitive and to suppress men’s tendencies to be strong, and in some ways dominating. A blue pill guy is married to the system, does every thing he can to meet his wife’s demands, all the while complaining that he never gets enough sex and that women are bitches. Mike’s reformation came about when he refused to be the sensitive new age guy type and became a “Red pill” thinker. Strong, happy with himself and more in control of his life. I have summarised here, you really need to read the way he explains it.

Blue Pill or Red Pill

As I read a recent post summarising the changes in his approach and his wife’s approach to oral sex many things resonated with me. I come across men every day in the world of the internet who are dealing with being sexually repressed in one way or another. All of them will complain at length about their wives not being on board with their sexual fantasies. All of them tell me that they are keen to be amazing in bed, that they love licking pussy, that they have endless stamina yada yada.

While I have not tested them all I have enough experience to tell you that

They

are

lying

to me, to their wives, to themselves.

When it comes to licking pussy most men are, well, pussies. They will do it for a short while as a means to get to the main course. Once they have ticked the box, they don’t go back. They don’t listen to subtle direction, they don’t assess how their partner is responding and they don’t give the impression that they are actually enjoying it. When it comes to the main course, again it is all about them hitting their goals. Stamina is relative. For some five minutes is a long time to have sex. And yes it can be a long time if you are fucking someone who is using you as a place to shove their dick.

It is a generalisation but many of the men I encounter who are using a poor sex life as an excuse for cheating have one thing in common. They do not take responsibility for their problem. They see themselves as a victim. Blue pill thinking. Everything in their life is someone else’s fault. Mostly their wife’s. This goes further to them thinking they are owed something. That the other women they are seeking are going to just fit with their fantasies, ideas and availability. In short, she is going to supply him with everything he wants that he is not getting now. Because, of course, if one woman is refusing to comply she is definitely the one with the problem.

A casual read of Mike’s posts might lead a man to think that paying scant attention to what his woman wants is all part of the Red Pill mentality. That to be a Red pill man all you have to do is focus on demanding what you want and it will come along. There is no such thing as a free lunch. Just demanding what you want in a loud voice is the kind of thing a two year old does. If his parent is doing their job they will promptly remind their entitled child that life is not about waiting for your privileges to fall from the sky it is about EARNING them. The focus is not on what you WANT but what you ARE.

Instead of complaining that your wife is not attracted to you how about considering making yourself more attractive to her? There have been times when I have had to look at myself. I fell in the blue pill rabbit hole and felt that Mr Jones was not doing it for me. A good hard look in the mirror told me I was also not doing it for HIM. It has taken time and much trial and error but these days I have a reasonably good idea of what does it for him (I think). The question is mostly not what to do but motivating myself to make the effort. Because it does take effort.

Mr Jones often talks about the cycle of not being attractive. How one partner’s inadequacy feeds the inadequacy of the other and around and around it spirals. His idea is correct. Breaking the cycle is hard. It takes one partner to go out on a limb. Of course if the other doesn’t follow then you are possibly flogging a dead horse. It is just a question of how long you want the limb to be and if they don’t follow do you go back to where you were or move on?

At the end of the day marriage is not a free ride. There is never a time to coast and there is never a time to lie back and be worshipped as a perfect specimen of a spouse. Good relationships take work. Sometimes the rewards are not instant. Sometimes the rewards are not exactly what you wanted. But do you honestly want to be a victim at the mercy of other people? Is that really what you want?

TMI Tuesday – Easter Weekend Edition

In Australia Easter is traditionally a four day weekend. There are usually school holidays either side depending on when Easter happens. Many people take the opportunity to go camping or have a short get away with their family. Plans in the Jones house have been rather topsy turvey due to a lot of factors; a snap three day lockdown, our upcoming six month yacht expedition and the weather no less.

Whatever is happening in your part of the world I hope that you and yours enjoy some time with each other and create happy memories.

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And so on to this week’s questions

1 Would you rather have sex with someone who never showers or someone who never brushes their teeth?

I teach teenagers. They frequently stink. Some classrooms seem to have the stink of teenage body odour permeated into the paint and the floor covering. It always hits you when you first walk in but after a while you seem to forget it. Particularly if something is happening to distract you.

Bad breath on the other hand is overpowering. Nothing can make me forget that smell. Or stop me from cringing. I would choose body odour every time. You could always use a position like doggy style where you don’t have to be close to them.

2 Would you rather have only have sex in the shower for the rest of your life or only have sex on the floor for the rest of your life?

I have never really been a huge fan of shower sex. It just doesn’t cut it for me. Foreplay in the shower 100% yes. Maybe a little penetration sometimes but always in the shower? Nope it would become frustrating if that was the only way I was ever having sex. I need a surface I can lean against securely because when I have sex I like to be completely focussed on what is happening to me, not concentrating on not slipping or maintaining a position that is a little awkward.

3 Would you rather cry every time you have sex or burp every time you kissed?

Crying is something I am coming to terms with as I get older and my hormones become more messed up. Burping is something I know is unavoidable but would over time make me avoid kissing.

4 Would you rather find out the last person you had sex with was your long lost cousin or a brutal serial killer?

That would depend on how good the sex was. If it was mediocre then it doesn’t matter, I didn’t die, I didn’t make a child, I won’t feel compelled to go there again.

If it was mind blowing I would just be annoyed that I couldn’t go there again.

Bonus would you rather always say what you think or never say anything.

Saying what you think is something that is very important for maintaining your integrity. Certainly there are times when you can keep your ideas to yourself and it will make everyone happier but in many of those situations it IS possible to say what you think without being offensive. It is all about the phrasing. For example when an acquaintance told me she and her family were buying a house a VERY long way from her work, her husband’s work, their children’s schools and most of the people they were friends with at the time my thoughts were;

“Have you lost your mind?” with some expletives thrown in.

What I said was “Oh, that is a long way from everything.” I don’t know if she realised what I thought. I am sure she didn’t care. I believe I did say what I was thinking, it was just phrased more tactfully. Besides I can always vent here.

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Carmen and Ryan Part 7 -Friday on My Mind

It has been a while since I posted an installment from the story of Carmen and Ryan. But I have been working on it albeit slowly. If you are new to the story you can catch up here

Carmen looked at the screen of her phone. Messages from Josh and her friend Liz flashed up on the screen. Josh was checking in to tell her he was taking Chloe camping for the weekend. There was no mention of other people who might be going with them. Specifically, he didn’t mention Ryan. Why would he? sensible Carmen said in her head. You need to get a grip woman.

Liz wanted to catch up for dinner.

“Sure”, Carmen replied. Dinner with a friend would be nice. Not as nice as a good fucking from a young stud but nice. What the actual?  Sensible Carmen scolded her. Carmen was shocked at herself. What was she becoming? Two nights and suddenly she was obsessed. There was a knock at her door.

“The AmpliMed rep is here,” the new receptionist announced.

Carmen frowned, “Did I have an appointment scheduled with him?” she asked no-one in particular. The young girl squirmed uncomfortably,

“I don’t know,” she looked uncertain and worried she had done something wrong.

Carmen was jolted back to reality. Of course, she didn’t know! She didn’t have access to Carmen’s calendar. Quickly she flicked through her screens. Damn! Of course, she had an appointment. “Just tell him I will be out shortly,” she smiled reassuringly at the young girl.

Quickly she gathered her notepad. She had not met this rep before, but they had bought a couple of supplies from his company in the past. Normally Carmen didn’t speak to sales reps. They were usually a waste of time. She could find most of the information she needed to know about their products on the internet. Making this meeting must have been a moment of weakness. She made her way to the reception area and spotted him immediately looking awkward among the patients.

For a few seconds Carmen hung back in the corridor to take him in. Something about the way he held himself spoke straight to her groin. She noted the smoothness of the skin under the open neck of his shirt which hugged his chest in a way that suggested his body underneath would be toned. There were bulges that suggested he spent a lot of time in the gym. Mentally she compared him to Ryan, both about the same age, both fit young men but this one looked more office like. His fitness was from gym sessions rather than hard work. His hands would be soft. She wondered if there would be any scars under his shirt.

With all this in her mind she stepped forward to greet him,

“Good morning, my name is Carmen,”

He smiled radiating confidence with a perfect smile of shiny white teeth, “Hello Carmen I am Corey, It was really good of you to agree to meet with me,”

He took her hand, it was indeed soft, as she had suspected. She noted the strength of his grip and the way his hands seemed shorter and a little stockier than Ryan’s. For a moment she wondered if there was any truth in what she used to giggle about in high school. Was the size of a man’s hands an indication of his cock size? It was certainly true for Ryan. She looked into Corey’s eyes and felt a warm melting sensation in her belly.

She became aware of Jenny watching her from her position behind the reception desk. She knew if she turned around she would be greeted with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Would you like to get a coffee?” she smiled at the rep, “The place next door makes a great Latte.”

He looked a little relieved at being able to escape from a room full of sick people. “Sure, lead the way.” Carmen was rewarded with another flash of the 1000 Watt smile.

Without looking over her shoulder Carmen led the way out the door of the doctor’s surgery. She didn’t trust herself to make eye contact with Jenny right now. As they took their seat at a table in the corner it was all business. They ordered coffees and he began the usual spiel complete with catalogues and brochures of their latest products. Carmen smiled and nodded and asked appropriate questions the whole time studying his body. She was enjoying the way he held himself and the way his hands moved his brochures around the small table. After a few moments she realised that he had asked her a question and was looking at her, waiting for a reply. She had been so lost in her reverie that she had completely missed it.

“I am sorry, what was that?” she felt a flush of colour in her cheeks her heart raced a little.

He smiled disarmingly, “I just wanted to thank you for actually seeing me today. It is so hard these days, most people just want you to drop in a brochure and call if they need something.”

Get a grip will you! Sensible Carmen chided her. You really need to stop thinking with your vagina!”

“It was really no problem. I needed a change of scenery for a bit anyway,” She smiled warmly as she looked into his eyes.

“Well anytime you need an excuse to get out of your office just let me know,” he grinned.

Carmen’s heart skipped a beat. Did he just flirt with her? She held his gaze. A sales rep was not going to intimidate her. “Sure thing!” she kept her voice cheery. “I better get back now though.” She gathered up the brochures that he had given her.

Across the table he stood opposite her. He gave her a business card, “Call me anytime you have a question or a special request,”

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Worlds Collide

One of my greatest fears is that one day, unexpectedly, I will encounter a play friend in my professional life. Either as a colleague or as a parent. Thankfully it hasn’t happened yet but you never know.

Morning sun pierced the gap in the curtains pouring a slit of bright light over Suzie’s face. With an irritated grunt she tossed herself to the other side of the bed. The sunlight steadfastly shone on the pillow that she had left bare. Time passed. The temperature in the room rose, fed by the warmth of the sun. Suzie flung back covers to reveal her naked body. Her full round breasts moved with her chest in time with her breathing. On the bedside table her alarm buzzed piercing her sleep.

With a groan Suzie rolled over and turned off the alarm and lay with the shaft of sunlight playing over her naked belly. For a few moments she struggled to remember where she was and what day it was. Then she remembered, it was Parent – Teacher interview day. Panic began to flutter at the base of her stomach. She hated this day. Of all the days when teachers are asked to stay back, for meetings, for professional development, for awards nights the worst is parent – teacher interview day. Four hours of sitting in a hall at a tiny desk having awkward conversations with parents. With no time in between to collect your thoughts or even pee.

Suzie considered calling in sick. But she knew that would mean having to re-schedule all those meetings to another time after school. Nope, best to rip the band-aid. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and moved to the window to open the curtains. The sun shone gleefully in illuminating her entire room. As she walked past her wardrobe Suzie caught a glimpse of her ass. The bruises from two nights ago had faded a little. Their bright redness now a sullen purple with yellow tinges around the edge. A smile played around the corners of her mouth as she remembered him. The calm authority about him as he had indicated to her to lay across his lap. The way his cock prodded her belly while his hand tormented her ass. Then later, kneeling in front of him with his cock in her mouth, looking up at him. All the while her ass was burning. But not as much as her cunt.

Still fantasizing Suzie hurried to the shower, knowing she was late, knowing today was not a day to be late, or flustered, or apologetic. Nor was it a day she was going to suck that magnificent cock. She chose her outfit carefully. Her Principal’s voice ringing in her ears, “Professional dress people”. She chose a dress that snug fitting but not tight. It draped across her ample bosom showing only a hint of cleavage. The skirt was straight but allowed her to move and it was long enough that it didn’t ride up too far when she sat down. Before she stepped out the door, she checked her appearance one last time. Perfect.

The day passed in a blur. Students sat before her, some gleeful that they were finishing school early today, some nervous about the upcoming evening. She chatted with some of them about interviews that she knew were booked, calming their nerves, pointing out things they could bring up with their parents. All the things a kind teacher did. And then it was time.

The first few meetings passed without a hitch. Parents sat with their student. Grades were discussed, assignments examined, comments made about behaviour at home versus behaviour at school. Suzie was finding her rhythm. She started to relax a little. So far, so good. No complete fruit-loops and no aggressive parents with an axe to grind. Then she saw him. He was sitting in the waiting area. The same air of calm authority. The same hands, slightly larger than some, clean, manicured. The hands that could deliver a sting to your ass and then seconds later stimulate your cunt in ways she didn’t think was possible. Suzie’s ass twitched in time with her cunt. A trickle of wetness soaked her panties. For a few moments she forgot where she was. The collision between her private and professional life was completely unexpected.

He stood and for the first time she noticed the young person with him. One of her students. In fact, now that she saw them together the resemblance was obvious. The same height, the same colouring the same air of quiet confidence. Beside them a woman tottered on platform heels. Neither father nor son paid her any heed, she looked oddly out of place but in this speed-dating alternative universe nothing was unexpected.  

He sat opposite her. Nothing in his face showed that he recognised her. For a moment she doubted herself. Maybe it wasn’t him. Unsettled she shuffled her files before selecting the right one. Across the table he watched calmly. His hands were folded, nothing in his face gave him away. The mother started speaking. She babbled about her son’s cleverness and questioned his latest grade. Suzie forced herself to ignore him and focus on the mother. With a practised smile she brought out examples of work and marking rubrics to explain to the mother that remembering a bunch of facts was not enough. Suzie knew she was wasting her breath, but she was glad of the distraction.

The whole time he sat observing quietly. Suzie wondered if he would say anything. A small, bemused smile played around the corners of his mouth. Suzie felt as if SHE was the one being evaluated. He was measuring how she coped with this situation. Deciding if she was worthy. Every glance at those hands, folded neatly sent another jet of wetness to her panties. Against her seat her ass twitched, remembering the sting of his palm. After what seemed like an hour the bell rang indicating time to move on.

Suzie stood to farewell the family. She extended her hand to him. He took it firmly, looking her straight in the eye. For the first time in the whole interview he spoke,

“Thank you for being the teacher my son needs,” His voice was like silk. Exactly the way she remembered.

“Thank you for trusting our school with him,” she replied struggling to maintain a professional demeanour. She had to remind herself that he was in her world, she was in control, not him.

The mother tottered away with her son trailing behind her. For a split second they were alone in an imaginary bubble. Suzie’s heart soared.

“I have no doubt we will be seeing each other again.”

And then he was gone.

The seats in front of her tiny desk were filled with another family. A weasel of a man with his loud bossy wife and their spoiled brat of a child. The contrast couldn’t have been sharper.

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