Why Does it Have to be so Hard

So I have been looking for a playmate on and off for probably over a year now. When I say looking I don’t mean searching high and low, spending hours trolling through internet hook up sites and messaging every possibility on social media but looking in the sense that my eyes are open to opportunities and I pursue certain gentlemen when they happen to come into my notice.

So for me the process is a fairly passive one. Most of my suitors have approached me first when I have been doing nothing but merely going about my business. Sometimes this works but most of the time it doesn’t. I can’t really complain about that because the amount of effort I am putting in is fairly small.

A few months ago for some odd reason the planets aligned and I received a few messages from some random single guys on through my Fetlife account. I have no idea what caused them to stumble across me but like a polite well brought up young lady I replied and a few messages were exchanged. Most of them either petered out or I decided very quickly that they were not people I was interested in.

One however persisted. I had not really been out in the word of playing seriously for quite some time because my work had been all consuming and so I decided that I would meet this guy for a coffee to see where things would lead. In the past when I have done this things have gone in all sorts of directions including to a well known incident in a car park behind Bunnings. Readers of Erotic Adventures may remember that story.

This day was not to be anywhere near as fun as the Bunnings incident. There was something about the gentleman in question that was nagging me but I decided to persist. I should have listened to the nagging voice. It turned out to be one of the longest coffee dates I have ever known. Not only was he completely unattractive to me, he smelled bad and he had very few social skills. Within the first five minutes he had insulted my religion and my profession. Not only that but he completely ignored my attempts to change the subject. For the first time ever I seriously considered walking out leaving my unfinished coffee behind.

Afterwards I launched a twitter rant about the failure of the afternoon stating that if it was this hard I would seriously consider becoming monogamous again. Of course I was met with a barrage of men proclaiming that THEY would not waste my time. I began chatting with a gentleman who promised the world. After exchanging pictures and lots of words I was indeed very keen to meet. Hot sex with a sexy younger man seemed imminent.

I should have known better really. After a couple of attempts at meeting in person and many refusals on my part to partake in internet sex (I don’t do web sex but I will save that discussion for another post) I found myself back at square one without any hot sex with younger men under my belt. After four attempts at trying to actually press flesh with this guy I resigned myself to the idea that it was never going to happen.

I find myself asking, What is so complicated about this?. What is so hard about getting two people to be naked together? Is seems a simple enough premise. I am a woman, with a fully functioning vagina, I am not unattractive, I am looking for a guy to have sex with. Not necessarily a hot young thing, I am pretty relaxed about the looks thing. I am fairly flexible about time, placement etc but for some reason all of the men who put their hand up suddenly find it too difficult when the time comes to put their money where their mouth is.

It is frustrating. I am fairly upfront and clear about what I want and what I do and don’t accept. All I am asking everyone else to do is the same. If you want to do the online chatting and camming thing that is fine, there are plenty of women out there who will scratch that itch with you. I am not one of them. Don’t waste my time and yours by pretending you are going to give me what I want in the hope that I will give you what you want.

In fact that is the one key piece of advice I would give to every person everywhere in the dating world, casual sex hook ups or otherwise. Just be open, upfront and honest about what you are looking for. Don’t pretend that you are looking for something that you aren’t just to get an in. Faking it is not going to increase your chances of getting what you actually want. It is just going to create stress and angst and ultimately lead to women who think men are all jerks and disengage from the dating scene leaving a huge herd of men who can’t understand where all the women went.

TMI Tuesday – The Things That Come Out Of Our Mouths

I really really loved this week’s questions.

1. Close your eyes and think about having sex with your lover. Now, what was the first image that came to your mind? Was it foreplay? What kind of sex? What position? Where?

For some reason the first thing that popped into my mind when I read this question was the first time I had sex with Mr Jones. It was one of the most romantic and sexy times of my life even after some of the sexy times that we have enjoyed since.

When Mr Jones and I started dating we agreed that we were not going to jump into bed on the first date because we both recognised that we were starting something special. Despite this we only managed to wait about two weeks. When we both gave in to the chemistry that was happening it was intense. We had a bath together and I straddled him in the bathtub. We were both so worked up we climaxed almost immediately and were ready for round two by the time we got out of the bath and went into the bedroom.

2. What is that most memorable thing that you or your partner said immediately after sex?

None of my lovers has the gift of the gab, obviously, because nothing pops into my head when I read this. Maybe it isn’t because they didn’t say anything memorable but rather because what they did beforehand fried my brain so much that I don’t have a clear memory of anything.

3. Whether reward or punishment, a part of your body must be shown on a huge billboard in the heart of your city/town. Which body part will you select to be 14 feet tall by 48 feet wide (4.27 meters x 14.63 meters)?

My breasts. I have absolutely no doubt in my mind about this. I am not a vain person but I am proud of my breasts.

4. You are about to lose your power of speech, what’s the one thing you would want to tell someone before that happens?

My brain must be a bit fried tonight. Nothing immediately comes to mind. I hope that means I have everything that I need to tell people up to date. I think the only thing I would have to say is to tell Mr Jones that he has the prettiest cock that I have ever fucked.

But he already knows that.

5. You are stricken with a disorder that causes you to blurt out a single phrase every time you orgasm? What is that phrase?

“Fuck Me!!!!!” which is what I already say. I love cumming and getting fucked even harder.

Bonus: If you had to make out with a friend (same sex or opposite sex) to save the world from mass destruction, whom would you pick?

It is lucky that I have some sexy friends who are open minded like myself. From this group I would be pressed to choose just one. I would be very happy however to make out with a group of them if it meant saving the world. A girl has gotta do what a girls gotta do, right.

TMI Tuesday

I have been a long time contributor to TMI Tuesday as Gemma Jones, posting my contributions on my other blog. Recently I have felt that the questions have not really fitted with my idea of what that blog is about. They do, however, sit nicely with what I would like this page to become. And so, here is the first post TMI post from Corrupting Mrs Jones.

For each of the categories listed below, imagine that a new business or event of that type opened in your area. Tell us whether you would check it out or attend; and, whether you would go alone, with friends of your gender, or with a significant other/lover. Expound on your answer as much as you’d like.

1. Sports Bar: never, alone, with friends, with your SO?
I am a little unsure just what exactly a Sports Bar is. I feel that the Australian definition of Sports Bar is a little different from the US one. In Aus Sports Bars are the section of a hotel that does play sports on a television in the corner but the focus of the action is often the pool tables and or the topless waitresses that are known to work there on Friday afternoons. Generally these places attract yobbo type guys and aren’t the best places for women to hang out alone. The only time that I can imagine myself going to one of those places would be to meet a potential playmate as a prelude to more adult entertainment.

2. Brew pub or beer hall: never, alone, with friends, with your SO?
Again I am not really sure of exactly what Hedone and Virtual Sin are meaning by this kind of thing so I am going to pass on this one. I will comment, pubs and beer really aren’t my kind of thing and therefore I am unlikely to want to go to something like this either with myself or anyone else,

3. Wine Festival: never, alone, with friends, with your SO?
This is more like it! I can see myself heading along to something like this with friends and or my significant other or even both of them together. Nothing like a glass of good wine to lubricate your conversation. Although I would be very careful to avoid the wine snobs. Even after a few glasses of wine that kind of person still annoys me the difference being that after a few glasses I am more likely to say something that will leave them in no doubt about what is on my mind.

4. Tanning Salon: never, alone, with friends, with your SO?
I am starting to think I don’t have a lot in common with our esteemed authors. Again this is not a place I would consider visiting. I live in sunny Australia. I don’t have a need to tan in a studio. Besides like all good Australians I have been well educated about the long term dangers of tanning in relation to skin cancer.

5. Sex/kink event (e.g. Dark Odyssey, Sexapalooza, Leather conferences, fetish ball, kinky salon): never, alone, with friends, with your SO?
This is definitely the kind of place that I would take Mr Jones to!!! If I had a play friend who was into the same things as me then I might take them along as well. Either that or make some new ones at the event.

6. Strip club: never, alone, with friends, with your SO?
I have never visited a strip club, alone or with others. It is however a place I am infinitely curious about. I have never worked up the nerve to visit one but I think I may make a resolution to pay a visit to one at my upcoming birthday celebrations. Besides they say that strippers are more likely to hook up with women. I think I should do some personal research into that theory

7. Sex toy store: never, alone, with friends, with your SO?
I actually love poking around in sex toy stores either alone or with Mr Jones. I can’t think of a single friend, vanilla or otherwise that I wouldn’t feel a bit weird about taking to a place like this.

8. Upscale Spa: never, alone, with friends, with your SO?
I am not a person who has a lot of girly friends that I hang out with regularly. So I can’t imagine the two besties chatting at a spa scenario for me. I think I would feel the most comfortable about visiting something like this alone.

9. Adult Sex education conference (e.g. Eroticon, CatalystCon): never, alone, with friends, with your SO?
In the interests of not driving another person completely nuts with my enthusiasm sex education ideas and passion about getting reliable factual information into people’s heads I think I would probably attend this event alone. Besides, when you are alone at a conference you are more likely to network and meet other people with the same passion and enthusiasm.

Can’t get enough TMI goodness? Make sure you check out all of the other posts at the TMI Tuesday page.

Ranting into the Void

Some of the people who drop by here may be aware that this is not my first blog. My online persona has another creative outlet on another blog hosting site whose name I won’t mention here. I have struggled to post there for several months now for a few reasons some of which I may share on these pages in the future but probably the key reason is lack of motivation. 

So, you ask, if I am not motivated to maintain my old blog how do you expect to get a new one off the ground? 

My reply: I am not sure I will but I knew that persevering with what I was doing there was not really going to help me. In the words of Einstien, “Insanity is doing the same thing every day and expecting a different result” Life Lessons from Albert Einstein. I started the blog as a very inexperienced writer dreaming of fame and fortune. Over time it grew into something else resembling the chronicles of an erotic adventurer. It was fun researching and writing as that person but it is not who I am right now.

So here I am starting afresh to share the thoughts and ups and downs of Mrs Jones. Unlike her alter ego Gemma, Mrs Jones is a lot more sedate and at first glance looks and acts rather conservatively.  But of course like Jekyll and Hyde there are aspects of one in the other and vice versa. Sometimes it is hard to tell which one is which. 

I blog mainly for selfish reasons. I suffer from depression and blogging is often very therapeutic. It helps me to straighten out the spaghetti bowl of my mind and put to bed some of the things that worm my way through my head and keep me from acting like a sane person. Be warned, I am not writing to please the masses and some of the things I post here may be offensive to some people. Just so that we are clear here is a short list of thing as about me that some people may find offensive.

• I am in an open marriage
• I like to fuck guys with decent sized cocks 
• I do pole dancing for fitness and also because I like to dance like a slut
• I love to wear clothing that is short and shows off my body
• I have been know to moonlight as a sex goddess

These things are not particularly offensive by themselves but when combined with a few other basic facts about me; I am a mother and also a high school teacher, some people can find it a bit hard to deal with. 

If you don’t like any of these things then do me a favour and go read something else. I am not interested in debating my morality with you. Nor do I care to listen to any of your small minded crap about why your morals are better than mine. I respect your right to make choices about your life please give me the same courtesy. 

And so here we are at the start of a new era. I have no idea what is going to spring forth from this keypad but I am looking forward to finding out.