I was struggling a little to find or create an image for this week’s Sinful Sunday. I think in my dicking around I may have missed the deadline!!!
During a walk today Mr Jones came across some beautiful paperbarks that were leaning at just the right angle over the Barron River. We checked for any unsuspecting members of the public. With no one coming I stripped and assumed the position while Mr Jones snapped away. Thank goodness there were no ants!!
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I started writing this on Tuesday but other things seemed to get in the way.
1. You have started your own sex themed business. What is the name of your business? What is your specialty service or product? BONUS: In one or two sentences, what is your business’s slogan or motto?
The Lunchtime Quickie Den. So this is a variation on the Love hotels you can find in Japan and some other parts of the world. Basically you can head on down in your lunchbreak and either engage in a prearranged rendezvous with someone you know or find someone else who is at a loose end.
Bed, condoms, lube and a shower for rinsing off afterwards all part of the service!
Bonus: Thank you please come again!
2. You have to write a 10-word message to the man/woman of your dreams, what would you say?
You, me, a yacht, a short skirt and a hoodie.
I can’t believe that I wrote exactly what Mr Jones would want and it was 10 words!
I may have already posted this one but it fits the description
*3. What’s the word or string of words your partner can say to you that sends you over the edge the quickest?
When I am fucking talking is often distracting for me. I don’t have a trigger word or phrase. However Johnny had this facial expression that he would pull that would trigger an instant orgasm. Recently I had an encounter with a very sexy Italian man who pulled the same expression with the same result!
4. What is the nickname of your partner’s pussy or dick? Did you name it or was it already called that.
Not something I ever did or thought of.
5. What would you call yourself if you could choose your own name?
This seems to surprise a lot of people but Gemma and Mrs Jones are not my real names. So I already have chosen my name and I like it. It rolls off the tongue and it isn’t completely outlandish. Even though it isn’t my legal name I am very used to using it and will respond when someone yells it out across a room.
*Question submitted by Kirsti formerly of the Drenched and Delicious blog.
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What parts of your lover’s body are you most drawn to?
I am unashamedly an arse woman. Show me a great arse and I want to touch it, grip it as it is thrusting towards me, spank it (with permission of course!!) and possibly do a bunch of stuff if the owner is that way inclined.
Mr Jones is the proud owner of a great arse. He has always had one and even as he ages and his body changes as everyone’s does his arse is still great. There is just something about it. Nice and round and neat. It fits nicely in my hand and is firm with a little bit of give like a ripe peach. I wish he liked to be spanked but he is not a huge fan. Although I snuck a little sting with my riding crop recently. He was not impressed.
I purchased the riding crop a little while back when I was seeing JB. He LOVED the feel of it on his arse and I loved the feeling of giving him that pleasure / pain push pull. Ironically I was the woman who helped him to start exploring his love of being spanked and other ouchy things that he had been missing in his marriage and ultimately caused it to fail. Then he had a drunken conversation with his ex – wife and told her about our exploits. Turns out she had all the same fantasies but didn’t know how to share them! I hope they successfully managed to re-kindle things.
Back to arses. A few nights ago Mr Jones and I were having dinner at a pub. I was quite drawn to the attire that the female staff were wearing. It consisted of short active wear style pants or leggings. The more self-conscious girls wore skinny type jeans. But, probably like all the men in the establishment, I couldn’t stop looking at some of the girl’s butts. One, in particular, had the most amazing big round arse. Cardi B would be impressed.
When looking at men I am also a huge fan of pants that fit nicely. Because nothing makes an arse look better than pants that fit nicely. And then there is the pleasure of taking the pants off. To feel the shape of those buns in the palm of your hand. To grip them while they are fucking you. Maybe even to glimpse their arse in the mirror and watch it as it pushes their cock into you. All very good visuals for me.
Men always focus on their cock. When taking sexy photos the cock is always front and centre. Sometimes they need to turn around.
This is my first attempt in the “Flash Fiction” genre. Normally my writing ferments a little and I don’t like to post as soon as I have typed the last word. Although I have had the experience of stories falling out of me from seemingly nowhere before. In any case I hope you enjoy my first effort.
Brigit Delaney gave the following image as the prompt
The asphalt is hard. All around is noise. Police, protesters, tear gas cannisters, shouting, rubber bullets being fired. It feels like the end of the world. Then he kisses me. I feel as if time has stopped. Suddenly nothing matters except his body on mine. His hand pushing aside my panties. His breath in my ear drowns out the chaos. I look into his eyes as his fingers probe into me, stroking my wetness, spreading it over my throbbing clit.
Somehow his cock is pressing against my opening, demanding entry. I cannot deny him. Right there on the street he fucks me. Hard intense strokes. My body rises to meet him. I feel him building and I am right there with him. The earth moves. Nothing matters except us.
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As a person in an open relationship who is actively seeking partners I spend a lot of time dating. I don’t mean the awkward dinners that are portrayed on “First Dates”. I am talking about the internet style hook – up type dating. I use a website that is specifically for swingers and I avoid mainstream dating websites like Tinder. My main reasoning for that is to protect my privacy and avoid being outed by someone in my professional life. There is a part of me that is curious to see what would happen if I set up a Tinder account but I am not brave enough yet.
The thing with any dating app whether the user is seeking a soulmate or a one night stand it seems that there is a surplus of males and a seemingly tiny number of receptive females. I hear stories from men about meeting women who get inundated with hundreds of messages. So many that it is impossible for them to reply. That has not been my experience. I am almost fifty, I am married and state clearly I am looking for a man who is comfortable being naked in front of my husband. That in itself seems to weed out a lot.
Despite that I do get attention. I could never hope to meet every man that messages me even those that might be attractive to me or interested in similar activities. If I did meet every man that is attractive and interested I would never get out of bed. I have to narrow the field somehow. I have to make some choices and let others fall by the wayside. I can make arbitrary rules like “If you don’t have a picture in your bio” or “If your initial message is full of Text speak like HowRU” then you don’t make the cut. But I still have to talk to a lot of men who are never going to get in my panties, so to speak.
I have posted before about disappointments. About spending the time talking, exchanging pics, building up some attraction and tension, arranging to meet and then…. Crickets. It is at these times I wonder about my selection process. Should I change my criteria? Am I looking in the wrong place? Is there something I missed? Sometimes I nod in recognition of something that did raise itself but I ignored because he looked hot / I was busy / I was horny etc. Sometimes I am mystified. Sometimes it is the universe saving me from myself. Sometimes I meet some amazing people, like Johnny.
Of late I am with Mr Jones 24 / 7. He sees everything I do which is something he didn’t at home. He doesn’t have a problem with it but I think it has been a bit of an eye opener for him. We have had more open conversations about what each other is wanting / needing. It has been a time of growth for both of us. He has a better understanding of some of my frustrations and the process of making things happen. A lot of times with our lifestyle we discuss an idea and then it happens with little legwork from him. He very rarely puts in the work of building a connection and discussing possibilities with anyone except me.
For me I have a better grip on what he wants but also on how he feels about what I do. The monogamy habit still overshadows things for me sometimes. There is often a lurking fear that I will hurt Mr Jones or damage our relationship. Spending this time with him and discussing different scenarios has helped me to see that he is truly fine with most things as long as he is confident that I am taking him into consideration. I am “allowed” to be slutty and impulsive and have sex with someone I ran into without protracted negotiation and consent from him. He likes the idea of something like that happening and finding out about it later. It is something I am getting used to. I am not quite ready to do something like that but I guess the time will come.
Like everything in this life things are constantly evolving and changing. There are things that we do now that we would not have done even two years ago. I have no doubt there will be other things that we will add to our repertoire over time and still others that will be struck off the list. It is all a question of balance really.
Mr. Jones is not that in to lingerie. He does however have a slight obsession with hoodies. It did take me several years to come around to this (weird Catholic upbringing and some fixed stereotype ideas) but these days I have quite a few. My latest one, purchased just before we left on this trip fits all the criteria. Soft, white, not too thick. As we were driving through some spectacular scenery yesterday I quizzed Mr. Jones about what aspects he found the most visually appealing. He found it hard to explain completely but he said mostly how the neckline falls.
We then spent some time on a relatively cool and rainy Cairns evening with the selfie stand and this is the result. I hope you all enjoy.
I know that Sinful Sinful Sunday is about one image but I really couldn’t decide.
Which one do you prefer?
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What are your thoughts on foreplay – favourite types, best experiences, wishes?
There was a time when foreplay was not something I was particularly worried about. The reason? I didn’t know anyone who was good at it. I am sorry to say Mr Jones did fall into that category. These days he has upped his game and he is on a cycle of continuous improvement.
I am a HUGE fan of oral sex. I LOVE to give head, and by most accounts I am pretty good at it. Although if I am not particularly interested or I feel I am not getting gratitude my game might suffer slightly. I also love to give oral to a woman. If the mood takes me. Satisfying a woman orally is more challenging sometimes but the rewards can be great.
When it comes to being on the receiving end I am picky. I have said many times the number of guys who think they are amazing at giving head is much higher than the number who actually are. I don’t know why, maybe it is me. I am a bit of a princess when it comes to my lady bits and if you go at them hammer and tongs you are going to be told to leave them alone. Additionally, good oral sex makes me squirt. It is easy to tell if a man doesn’t like the feeling of my juice in his face or the taste in his mouth. If a guy doesn’t like it then he will generally stop. This will make me feel like I am missing out because he is getting his cock sucked well and I feel like I have missed a large chunk of the pleasures available. and I will be sad. So a pre-requisite is you have to like it. And there is nothing sexier than a man who cannot get enough. I once had a man grip my thighs and press his face against my cunt to gulp every drop like he was dying of thirst. It was one of the hottest things I had felt in a long while.
Other types of foreplay can be fun. I like kissing and a little bit of teasing. Stroking and playing with different sensations but often I get impatient and want to get to the main course. What can I say? I am a bit greedy.
My current wish is to be tied and teased. Possibly with a blindfold. Hopefully with more than one person present.
I don’t really have anything against reality. Reality is necessary for the world to go around. Where it becomes and issue is when there is no room left in life for fantasising. From fantasies comes ideas which lead to inventions that change the world.
2. Do you feel like you are maintaining a healthy balance between leisure, time for self, career, physical activity, and those you care about?
During the early years of my marriage I was very focussed on my career. After my children were born I didn’t really put my career in the back seat I merely tried to be the perfect mum/ employee/ wife all at once. Because that is possible right?
These days I am more conscious of the work – life balance issue and I make a point of keeping certain barriers in place, eg. I don’t receive work emails on my personal phone, I don’t read my work emails in the evening or over the weekend. When taking on extra tasks I try to be realistic and I am getting better at prioritising tasks. Currently I am on extended leave which is definitely helping to recharge the long term batteries and provide time for reflection.
3. What is a fantasy you have that you really want to come true?
I would love a beautiful modern house that has views of trees and water with space for my sewing / craft and maybe a pole dance area that is not in view of every single inhabitant of my house. In this house nudity and sex are allowed everywhere because there aren’t people like in-laws or children living there that make that kind of thing awkward.
I just read that and thought what an unexpected thing for a sex blogger to write. I just didn’t have a sexual fantasy that is at the front of my mind right now.
4. What is the most impulsive thing you have ever done?
I am a worrier. Being impulsive is not in my nature. The voyage I am currently undertaking was relatively impulsive for me. In the space of about nine months we had purchased our yacht, said goodbye to our family and loved ones and set sail to unknown places. What made it impulsive? Up until about a year before we left I would not have even considered doing this.
5. You are being given an all expense paid vacation, and you must leave for vacation tomorrow. Considering your current mood, state of mind, feelings–will you take the vacation alone, with a friend or with family? Why? (Choose one)
Given that I am currently in the middle of a vacation of a lifetime I don’t really think I could ask for another. But if someone else was going to pay for flights accommodation and cocktails I would love to spend a week with The Unicorn hanging out at the island we are currently anchored at.
Bonus: How do you feel most of the time? Happy? Anxious? Satisfied? Sad?
Anxiety happens a lot in my life. I am a compulsive worrier. Working on being more relaxed and living in the moment.
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Just to make those Australians who are feeling the cold this week a little jealous here is a peek of the sunshine where I am this morning.
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A sneaky autumn breeze wound it’s way around Richard’s ankles as he knocked on the door. He shivered but he wasn’t sure if it the chill was the weather or the butterflies in his stomach. The door opened and Louise stood in front of him. With his heart hammering in his chest Richard took in the way the soft fabric of her dress clung to her curves. Her nails were freshly manicured, French polish. Simple, the way she liked it. Her hair was clean and straightened hanging down over her shoulders but the thing that made his breath catch in his throat was her eyes, slate grey, drilling down into his soul. Without breaking eye contact, she reached up and buckled the collar around his neck. He had to force himself not to look around to see if any neighbours were watching. There was an awkward pause as he stood, collared, waiting for her to invite him in.
“You are not appropriately dressed,” she reminded him.
Richard’s heart hammered hard against his ribs. She had warned him that he would not enter her house clothed but he did not expect that she would make him strip on the doorstep where any passer-by could see him. He opened his mouth to ask if he could undress in her entry way. She raised her eyebrow ever so slightly and the question died in his throat. Slowly, looking her straight in the eye he removed his shirt, his shoes and socks, and finally, his trousers. The chill wind made his skin pucker with gooseflesh, but he could feel his cock hot and hard, straining against his underwear. A drip of pre-cum moistened his boxers. Her eyes flicked downwards, somehow his cock grew harder.
She stood aside and he stepped through the door, holding his clothing awkwardly. She pointed to a hamper sitting next to the door,
“You can leave your clothes in there,” Louise turned to make her way down the hallway.
Without speaking Richard placed his clothes carefully into the hamper.
“And your underwear,” she didn’t even look back as she gave the last command.
Quickly Richard pulled his underwear down over his butt and dropped them into the hamper. His cock stood out proudly in front of him as he scurried down the hallway after her. He caught up with her in front of a large wooden door. Her eyes flicked downwards. Automatically his hands covered his cock.
“Don’t do that,” she said firmly.
“Sorry,” he felt like a small child being chastised by his teacher. There was a moment’s silence.
“It will be OK,” her voice softened a little. “If you don’t want to do this you can halt any time,” she lifted his chin so that their eyes met again. It was the first time she had touched him that evening. His skin responded to the heat of her touch. Her eyes flickered with desire. Did she want him as much as he wanted her? He nodded,
“I am ready.” He straightened himself up with his hands by his sides.
“OK then,” she turned the handle of the door and pushed it open.
Inside her den two other expensively dressed women reclined on the ornate leather couch. Soft clinging dresses displayed their curves. Low necklines showed the swell of their breasts and sheer black stockings encased their legs. The women looked at him brazenly taking in every detail of his body. With the collar weighing around his neck, Richard forced himself to stand proudly. He didn’t want to disappoint his mistress.
“Ladies,” Louise purred, did Richard hear a note of pride? “This is Richard. He is at your disposal for the evening however please remember the rules. His safe word is kaleidoscope.” She turned and smiled at Richard. “Would you mind making us a drink? The ingredients for expresso martinis are all at the bar.”
“Certainly,” Richard made his way to the bar and busied himself with the drinks. He was glad of something mundane to do. The methodical process of measuring and mixing calmed his nerves. As he prepared the drinks, he took quick peeks at the two other women. They were a similar age to Louise, early forties, both had the same look of elegance and grooming that can only be bought with a significant amount of money and leisure time to burn.
One of the women caught him looking at them. Heat flushed Richard’s face as he quickly looked away. As he served their drinks she looked him straight in the eye as she spread her legs and casually lifted her skirt. The edge of the fabric revealed smooth skin above the top of her stockings and a freshly waxed mound. Taking her drink from him she ran her other hand over the smooth mound before sliding a finger down into her slit.
“Louise says you are very good at pleasing,” she said as she took a sip of her drink.
“Mistress is too kind,” Richard placed the empty tray on the coffee table and stood before her, waiting.
The woman stroked her finger up and down her pussy as she spread her legs wider, “I think I would like a demonstration of your skills.”
Obediently Richard knelt between her legs and touched the skin of her outer labia before leaning down and gently running his tongue over her outer lips. The woman sighed in pleasure and leaned back on the couch. Beside them Louise and her other friend continued their conversation as if nothing was out of place.
Richard’s tongue travelled over his new friend’s folds, tasting, sucking and probing. As he had been trained, he listened intently to her response tailoring his attention to her responses. Her hands curled into the back of his hair as he slipped a finger inside her opening and moved it slightly against her G-spot. Responding to the increasing moans and thrusting of her hips, Richard began to stoke her swollen clit harder and faster. Juice from her pussy coated his chin before her back arched off the couch as the orgasm gripped her.
The room was quiet as Richard sat back on his heels with his hands resting on her knees. After a few moments she sat up and regained her composure. Richard got to his feet and bent down to collect the empty cocktail glasses.
“Another round of drinks ladies?” he asked calmly.
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During the first week of our travels I was mucking around with a selfie stick and snapped a shot of my boob with the ancient sand dunes of Rainbow Beach in the background. I posted it on Twitter without a second thought. I am not one for accumulating likes and re-tweets so I never think about what I share too much I just put it there and let the universe enjoy or pass it by.
Later that night I noticed a huge number (for me) of likes and the travelling boob was born. Since then I have posted several more images of my boobs in various iconic and spectacular places. When Molly announced the prompt for this month I knew I wanted to try and make a triptych in a more or less traditional style. Not being entirely tech savvy has let me down a bit but here is my effort!
For the record the three locations featured from left to right are; Brampton Island, Great Keppel Island and Whitsunday mountain.
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