TMI Tuesday – Better Late Than Never

Due to life in general the TMI questions were posted a little late this week but I like the questions and so you are having an end of the week treat.

2015/01/img_0349.png 1. I am in need of an intervention for my obsession with _____ . The Facebook game Hey Day. At the start of the Christmas school holidays my children started me playing the game with them and I became addicted. The children have moved on to other interests now but Mr Jones and I are still obsessed.


2. You are being auctioned off. What is your unique selling point? Rather than blow my own trumpet I decided to ask Pet for his input on this one as he insists I am one of the most interesting people I know. His answer; “Your enquiring mind and willingness to try new things” So make an offer

3. On a scale of 1-5 how many stars did your mom or dad give your current significant other or your favorite, longest lasting love? (1 is bad, 5 is great) When I first met Mr Jones our relationship progressed quite quickly. We were married within about two years of meeting and I was seven months pregnant on my first wedding anniversary. When we announced our engagement my mother actually tried to talk me out of it!! So I would say their rating at that time was around 1. Seventeen years later their view has changed somewhat. I wouldn’t say they would give him a solid five but he would easily achieve a 3.5 or 4.

4. Most of the meals I eat are: a. Cooked in a microwave b. Cooked in the oven/stove c. Made by someone else Absolutely unequivocally b.! I wouldn’t say I am a food nazi by any means but I am passionate about eating vegetables and try to include them in most meals. I also believe in having a good understanding of where your food comes from and so I like to eat foods that are made completely from scratch this includes, tomato sauce, pasta, jams, pastry and ice cream.

5. When work and life stress me out, nothing relieves the tension like _____ . A good long session of sexual play involving lots of oral sex and penetration in several different positions. Including a few kinks such as spanking and hair pulling also helps.

Bonus: Write and answer your own bonus question. Again with this one I enlisted the help of Pet. His question was; “What is top on your Fucket List of Things to Try?” This is a hard question for me, I don’t have a very long fucket list. As I explained to someone recently I am a very spur of the moment person and I tend to get excited about trying something but if it can’t be engineered relatively quickly I tend to lose interest. However I do have things in my mind that I want to do and the most pressing of these include;

  • Exploring rope play a little more with Mr Jones
  • Exploring rope play on men a little more in general. I am interested in using rope to increase pleasure for a man by stimulating pressure points etc but it is difficult to find images or information. Most of the information out there is based around men tying women.
  • Lastly I am investigating different implements and building up ways to make Pet’s arse nice and pink because I have developed a fascination for that. We are taking it slowly because we are both new at it and he needs to build up his tolerance and I need to build up my dominance but we are both definitely enjoying the journey.


Wicked Wednesday – Graveyard Visitors


This week’s prompt was ‘Graveyard’. Immediately I thought of this very sexy video that was created by my Pole Dancing Instructor and some of her Burlesque students for Halloween last year. Among other things I think this video demonstrates quite clearly the way the Burlesque world accepts women of all ages, shapes and sizes. VSassy has gone out of her way to create a space and support network for any woman to express themselves through dance and I love being a part of that community. 

As always make sure you check out the Wicked Wednesday page for all of this week’s wickedness.

Baggage Free Sex

I read a post recently by Andee that re-ignited a few thoughts that have been percolating in my mind for a while. In her post Andee raises the question “What do men get out of watching their wife have sex with another man?”

It is an interesting question one that many different people have many different answers for. In the comments following her post the question of why would a woman want to have sex with a man other than the one she is connected to is raised. Along with the material from Andee’s post this question crystallised a few thoughts in my mind.

In my own experience Mr Jones and I have addressed this question several times. Every now and then I encounter a man who I have a deep sexual connection with. These men get me, we share kinks, ideas, fantasies and for some unexplained reason sex with them can be mind boggling. These relationships always push boundaries and sometimes they threaten to spill over into fully blown romantic love but at the end of the day the men I have this connection with are not men I could form a life partnership with.

So why do I have such a deep and satisfying sexual connection with them? Why do I see fireworks when we are together?

The answer is complex but mainly it is to do with the lack of baggage. Mr Jones and I are married. We deal with children, money, mortgages, illness, irritating relatives and a whole plethora of unpleasant issues every day. I see him naked every morning. Which is sometimes sexy but a lot of times not. If you don’t believe me watch the Sienfeld episode that deals with just this.

So when it comes time to have ‘special cuddles’ sometimes these things affect how we interact and see each other. I don’t have these interactions with other lovers. Our whole relationship is based on sizzling hot sex. And when the sex becomes not so sizzlingly hot then I am free to move on no hurt feelings, no financial issues to settle and no custody battles to fight. It is no strings attached sex, sex in its purest form.

The idea that we should meet one person and form a life long relationship with that one person that will satisfy every need that we could have emotionally and sexually is just plain ridiculous. Thinking about it objectively how could that even be possible? We don’t choose one friend to satisfy all our social needs so why should we choose one spouse to satisfy all our sexual needs? We are human and our nature dictates that we form all kinds of connections with all kinds of people including sexual ones.

Of course every person is different and so for some there is one person who can satisfy their every romantic and sexual need but for the majority of us I don’t believe this is the case. As well as that our sexual desires change over time. So we may meet a partner who does all the right things in all the right places but once we have scratched that itch we find that it is no longer that itchy and move on. This also doesn’t sit well with the whole ‘one partner for eternity’ idea.

And so getting back to the question why would a woman want to have sex with someone other than her husband? Well I think the answer is pretty obvious; because she can, because it is fun and because it enables us to become well rounded,fulfilled sexual beings. To be honest, people who spend a lot of time espousing the idea that lifelong monogamy is a good thing probably need to get a life.


TMI Tuesday – Talkin’ About the Weather

This week’s TMI questions focus on winter as it is the current season in the Northern Hemisphere. Here in Australia it is the middle of summer. In addition our winters never equal those of most Norther Hemisphere countries so I have decided to change the questions to suit my local climate.


As always make sure you visit the TMI Tuesday page to check out other confessions! 

1. Where you live what is the current season? As I said above it is Summer here in Australia which means long hot days. Brisbane, where I live is in the sub tropics so we have relatively high humidity and a lot of rain at this time of the year as well. The rain often comes in the form of thunderstorms but sometimes we have monsoonal type downpours.

2. Do you measure/report the weather temperature in Celsius or Fahrenheit? Definitely Celsius. I have a rudimentary understanding of the conversion between Fahrenheit and Celsius but I every time I have to convert between the two I have to look up how to do it.

3. Describe your ideal day of weather? I was born in the sub tropics and so I have lived in a relatively warm climate all my life. I simply cannot go for days and days without sunshine and I really don’t like winter. It isn’t that I feel the cold particularly but I just hate having to wear extra clothing to keep warm. For me a perfect day is nice and sunny with a maximum or around 25 Celsius a slight breeze and a night time temperature of around 18 degrees.

4. When it is hot outside I want to:

  • a. Lie naked on the tile floor.
  • b. Slap on sunscreen and hit the beach.
  • c. Lie around under the air conditioning drinking cold drinks and complaining about how hot it is,
  • d. I do not pay attention to the weather.

I would answer with a combination of a. And b. Although I would prefer the pool in my backyard to the beach. Although I am considerate of my teenage children’s sensibilities and don’t parade naked around the house I do like to wear as little as possible when it is hot.

5. Do you go “commando” in cold weather or in winter or in summer when it is hot? I would say that for men commando in the summer is probably something some of them prefer but for me personally I don’t especially like commando any time. Even though Mr Jones prefers women not wearing underwear It is something I don’t normally do. I am not sure why but I just prefer to have my underwear on.

6. For 10,000 USD Would you rather mow the lawn in 37 degrees C heat or sit your bare ass on the vinyl seat of a car that has been parked in the sun for three hours? I would rather mow the lawn. We live on 1.5 acres and so we own a ride on mower which makes life much easier but I have been known to mow sections of this lawn in the heat with a push along mower. Have you ever sat your butt on the seat of a car parked in the sun? It hurts like hell!

7. What is your favorite piece of summer clothing? My bikini top and my short shorts or a sarong. Comfortable, loose and sexy all in one.

8. Have you ever worn Long Johns aka long underwear or thermal underwear? Yes, the one and only time I went skiing. Like all things related to cold weather, including ice skating, skiing and I did not get along that well. It isn’t something I have on my list of must dos any time in my future.

Bonus: Do you have more or less sex in the Summer months vs. other times of year? Queenslanders as a rule tend to hibernate a bit during the winter. We do most of our socialising in the summer, partly because that is when Christmas and the party season happens and partly because we all like warmth much more than cold. When it comes to having sex I would probably say my sex life in the warmer months tends to be a bit more exciting. Even on really sweaty days. When it is warm there are things like swimming pools, beaches and other outdoor locations that can get very sexed up and you don’t have to hide under the blankets to keep from freezing.


This is the third instalment of this series and follows on from Spank, which I posted a couple of weeks ago.

If you have missed the two lead up posts to this story you can catch up on them at these links; Shave and Spank

Still with his ass tingling from her hand, Howard was flipped onto his back. He looked up at his Miss kneeling on the bed beside his face. The aroma of her wet cunt filled his nostrils making his cock harden and his tongue ache for the taste of her.

“Please Miss,” he asked in his sweetest voice, “May I taste you?”

Her eyes darkened slightly as she smiled at him sending the familiar ache to the pit of his stomach, “Of course,” she moved so that she was kneeling over his chest. Her folds were open just out of reach of his mouth sending her delicious aroma wafting over his face. He tilted his chin trying to taste her but she moved out of his reach, teasing him. Her eyes bored into his, dark and hot with desire and that strange intensity that hit him the first time he had met her. Her cunt was spread out in front of his face like a glistening feast but, frustratingly, it was just out of his reach. Her hand descended over her mound and her fingers spread her lips open a little further sending another wave of moist musk smell over his face. She dipped her finger into her opening and brought it out covered with her juice. With a playful smile she placed it on his lips. Like a starving man he licked it away but it just made his hunger stronger.

She watched him for a while the way a cat considers its prey. He waited, hoping, aching. He considered begging but he was afraid that begging would make her take his feast away so he waited. His patience was rewarded, she tilted her hips forward and lowered herself down onto his mouth, the smell of her almost suffocating him in the most divine way. He opened his lips and ran his tongue around her focussing all of his attention on that first taste. It filled his mouth and his nostrils more than anything he had fantasised about in the weeks of anticipation. The hunger for her hit him like a physical blow and it took all of his concentration to stop himself from devouring her like a starving man.

Above his face she rotated her hips, inviting him to explore her. He obliged, sliding his tongue around her silken wet cunt, tasting, enjoying more than any meal he had ever had. He slipped his tongue into her opening, exploring, feeling the different skin textures and noting her gasps of pleasure as he dipped and probed. Finally he allowed himself to loop his tongue around her hard, swollen node teasing gently as he remembered how extraordinarily sensitive she was.

He was rewarded with a jet of liquid shooting down over his face. Excitedly he opened his mouth further, trying to catch it all so that he could drink the sweet, salty taste of her. Nothing he had ever tasted satisfied him like this and yet he still craved more. She could saturate his whole body with her juice, squirting it out until she was shrivelled up like a prune and it would still not be enough.

Before he felt ready she pulled herself away from him, returning to her spot, kneeling beside him on the bed. Like a puppy, denied his mother’s teat he wanted to whimper but he restrained himself instead lying on his side taking in the glory of her naked body. Her curves and softness fascinated him drawing his eyes upwards to her full breasts capped by dark pink, hardened nipples.

“Roll over,” she commanded.

He obeyed quickly, his ass quivering in anticipation and curiosity.

“What are you going to do to me Miss?” He asked not sure what he was hoping for but excited by the possibilities.

She smiled enigmatically. He could see her mind working behind her eyes but as always she refrained from sharing her thoughts with him.

“What would you like?” She asked

His mind flooded with possibilities but he wasn’t able to focus on just one. “I am your plaything Miss,” he replied. A tingle of anticipation went through him as she moved downwards towards his ass. Tentatively her fingers touched his arse and for a moment he tensed thinking she would spank him again but she seemed more intent on exploring. She pushed his thighs apart, exposing his balls clearly to her view. It surprised him how much he was stimulated by being so exposed. In this position she could cause him great pain, or on the opposite side of the coin, great pleasure. For a moment his mind spun off on a tangent, considering the connection between pain and pleasure.


A warm wet sensation on his balls jerked his mind back to what was happening to his body as she slid her tongue slid upwards over his balls and the base of his cock towards his arse, for a moment he wondered if she would but she stopped short of his twitching hole. He willed her onwards despite his knowledge of how she felt about that particular pleasure. Her fingers pulled his arse cheeks apart so that she could inspect his butt hole. Hardly daring to breathe, he waited for her pleasure.

Tentatively she stroked the skin around the opening with the tip of her fingernail. Tingles of pleasure and anticipation shot through his belly pushing the breath out of his mouth. The tip of her finger entered his eager hole raising his hopes even more. He resisted the urge to push back against her exploring fingers too eagerly, he wanted her inspection but he knew that making his wants too obvious would make her withdraw.

She continued to explore his butt for a few minutes every now and then dipping her finger into his hole as if she was testing him. Each time she dipped a little deeper and he felt himself being opened a little more. He dared a look back at her. She looked straight back at him taking in every detail of his face watching as she explored.

Cool wet lube dripped down over his arse signalling that things were getting more serious. He wanted to be filled to the point where it was a physical ache deep in the pit of his stomach, sitting right beside the pleasure that built as she slid her fingers deeper into him. She pressed her thumb against the skin between his balls and his arsehole making him moan in pleasure. A smile of satisfaction crossed her face, and she slid her finger deeper inside him so that she could press her finger and thumb together causing him to moan louder and move uncontrollably.

A second finger slid in beside the first stretching him slightly. He wondered for a moment at her intent but reminded himself of her firm denial of being interested in that act. Only a very few people had stretched and filled him in the way he had been able to explore by himself with his collection of toys and implements. He was quite skilled at pleasuring himself but feeling that pleasure at the hands of another person took everything to another level.

This time when he looked back at her their eyes locked together. He could see how she drew pleasure from his pleasure. His moan as she slid a third finger into him sent a shiver of pleasure through her. Her face changed slightly as he easily accommodated a fourth finger? Curiosity replaced desire as he opened to easily accommodate her hand. There was a pause as she considered her next move.

Still rested at the opening of his arse her hand changed shape slightly as she folded her thumb against her palm and pressed Asher knuckles against him stretching him even further. This time he helped her a little giving in to the urge to push back against her hand. The whole scene took on a surreal feeling as she committed to doing something that she had assured him not 30 minutes earlier that she would never do.

Her knuckles buried into his arse slowly opening him before her hand slipped inside him, filling him exactly as he had ached for. For a few minutes she allowed her hand to rest there, flexing her fist getting used to the feeling. The tiny movements of her hand sent shivers of pleasure through him. Gradually she increased the movement of her hand twisting her fist inside his arse, hitting pleasure spots and sending lots of pleasure sizzling through him. The room filled with groans of pleasure from both of them. Looking back over his shoulder he watched the pleasure passing over her face in waves in response to his own moans and shudders.
He could feel himself close to climax. It would have been easy to give in to the temptation right then and there and allow the shudder of orgasm wash over him but he wasn’t ready for that yet. He needed to repay Miss in kindness and in full.

TMI Tuesday – Starting the Year off Sexy

One of the discussions in my first Pole Dancing class for 2015 was identifying a mantra for 2015 such as “2015 the year to be green” my personal favourite and the mantra that I plan to adopt is “2015 the year to be obscene”. In light of this the TMI questions for this week are definitely right up my alley. As always make sure you check out the TMI Tuesday page for other racy confessions.

1) What book or magazine have you read recently that turned you on?
I am going to admit that most of the material that I read these days is online magazine articles. A lot of them are not really all that erotic but I did stumble accross something that fuelled my imagination on a science website of all things. I won’t give any details here but make sure you check out the attached picture. I really would like a night with this man!

2) What sort of porn do you watch to get aroused?
I am not a huge fan of porn but in the last couple of years I have become very interested in watching men masturbate in chat rooms like Chaturbate. I don’t really visit these rooms to talk to the participants it is just a voyeristic activity for me.

3) What is the sexiest song?
There are a lot of sexy songs around. I don’t have one that I think is particularly a stand out because it really depends on the situation and on what is happening at the time. But a few tracks that spring to mind are;
Gett Off by Prince
Another Way to Die by Jack Whyte and Alicia Keys
Russian Roulette by Rihana

4) What music do you like to have on while having sex?
I don’t actually have music playing most of the time when I am having sex. It isn’t something that I ever really think about. I generally have other things on my mind,

5) When masturbating do you prefer
A) reading smut
B) imagination
C) watching porn
D) I don’t masturbate

A mixture between C and B. Although as I said earlier i don’t really watch mainstream porn. The images that get me going are men masturbating and strangely some gay pornographic images. Although generally imagining situations that I have discussed with partners or reliving situations that were particularly sexy is something that I prefer.

Bonus: What is the sweetest sexy song?
Well I struggled with this one a little. I am not one of these people who has extensively well organised play lists on my iPod and generally I just listen to the radio. A quick flick through my unorganised play list reminded me of Waving my Dick in the Wind which I am sure that a lot of you haven’t heard before. It isn’t particularly sexy but I really like the lyrics and it is funny. As Pet says if you can’t laugh when you are having sex then you aren’t having very good sex.


Let’s Swing

When I talk to vanilla people about my relationship with Mr Jones one of the most common reactions is “I respect your right to choose how you live your life but I couldn’t possibly be like that with my wife / partner” Which is a completely understandable reaction. I guess the thing that most people don’t consider is that we didn’t wake up one day and decide that we were going to have an open marriage. The decision itself to open the door was one that took a long time (like years) to happen.

I remember very clearly when Mr Jones and I made our relationship permanent telling him that I was not going to hold a physical infidelity against him because I knew that he loved me and no matter how many women he fucked outside of our marriage he wasn’t going to leave me. There were a few factors that led to that feeling of confidence; Firstly I was confident of myself in those days in a way that I am not so much now. Secondly he had been in several very serious relationships before I came along and I was the first woman he seriously considered having children with.

I knew that he considered having children a very serious thing. It wasn’t an endeavour that you entered into with just anyone unlike getting engaged. Which seems to be the opposite of most people’s ideas. Maybe that is the reason there are so many mixed families out there and so many children who don’t have a good idea of family or security. But we digress.

Another thing that I remember very clearly and I am not sure if I ever voiced this fear, I know I certainly didn’t at the time. Was that I was deflated by the idea that I would never have sex with another person except Mr Jones. It wasn’t that I didn’t like sex with him, it was some of the best sex I had ever experienced. But rather that I feared becoming old and stale and that I would be missing out on something.

So there we were, almost drowning in the emotional sea of having young children and dealing with life in general. I was struggling with the effect of children on the quantity of my sleep, on my career and on the way the world viewed me. He was struggling with an unexpected sense of responsibility, a sudden change in the amount of my attention he was receiving and more specifically a lack of physical contact between us.

As time wore on the conflict between what I wanted and what I thought I should do became stronger and stronger. I have realised only recently the massive amount of guilt I automatically heap upon myself at every opportunity. Given this you can imagine how much guilt I was carrying around. Mother guilt, wife guilt, daughter guilt and, just in case it wasn’t enough, guilt for not having enough guilt. All of this negativity had a serious impact on my confidence in myself as well as my general outlook. I withdrew from everything including my marriage. But instead of recognising what was happening I took the view that the problem was the marriage, it wasn’t supporting me in the way I needed.

I was very passive / aggressive at that time. I didn’t stand up for myself I just held on to my negative feelings and tried to hide them because, you guessed it, I felt guilty that I wasn’t the perfect modern superwoman.

Things came to a head when a work colleague took advantage of my unhappiness and insecurity and after much coercion on his part and a quantity of alcohol on my part I ended up naked with him. It would be much cooler if there was swinging from the rafters sex but the reality of things is that we had both drunk too much, I was consumed by guilt and fear and he couldn’t even get an erection. So was there sex? Technically no but I definitely cheated.

This series of events became a turning point in my marriage for a lot of reasons. Firstly I bought to a head some of the issues that had led to the infidelity in the first place. Despite my conviction that he was oblivious to my feelings and issues Mr Jones knew something was amiss and so he had preempted my infidelity a little. In an intense discussion he made me promise that I was going to be honest about everything that happened. He had worked out that my work colleague was cutting his grass so to speak and he knew it was probably only a matter of time.

Because of all of this I fessed up almost immediately. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done. What followed was an intense few months of late night deep and meaningful conversations, painful and frustrating revelations of feelings, long buried and hidden from each other and of course, guilt. On the plus side issues that both of us had were voiced, and actions were taken to deal with them. Both of us learned a lot about communication and honesty. But more importantly we both learned that the only factor that was going to end our marriage was ourselves. The actions of other people didn’t have any effect as long as we kept communicating with each other.

It wasn’t immediately after this series of events, both of us needed some time to heal, but because of the things we learned about each other that Mr Jones suggested that we open the door of our bedroom and enter into the mysterious world of swinging.