The internet is for Porn

Finally after what seems like an eternity of assignment drafts, exams and assignments my life has calmed down for a couple of weeks. It means I get some time to put some of those random thoughts on to the screen. So today the story of our journey down the rabbit hole continues ……

Following our magical night with Kurt and Renee we were high. For Mr Jones it was a confirmation that his fantasies could come true. For me it was like opening a door into an alternate universe that I had never even dared to imagine could exist. Fucking Kurt ticked a lot of boxes I never realised I had. As I said in my last post he was a big man with a big appetite. I loved the feeling of being lifted off the ground by someone so big and powerful. It was not something that had happened to me often. Something else I loved was the feeling of his orgasm when he was fucking me. Up until that time the feeling of Mr Jones cumming inside me was often enough to tip me over the edge. I hadn’t realised I would experience the same thing with other men. 

Sadly our new special friends did not come from Brisbane. It was their habit to fly to Brisbane from the regional centre where they lived every six weeks or so to live it up away from their relatively small community where discovery of their alternative relationship choice could become a little problematic. We had exchanged phone numbers and promised to keep in touch to arrange a meeting the next time they were in town. Now that we had experienced some success we were very keen to explore some more and meet some other “like minded couples” to see what other fun could be had. 

Kurt had introduced us to the concept of online adult dating communities and so in the weeks that followed we investigated further and set up a profile in relatively well known community. Like everything else about this world it was a revelation to both of us. In my mind Internet dating was for desperate people who didn’t have the social skills to go out and meet real people living real lives. The idea of hooking up with someone from the Internet for casual sex was something that I would never have conceived. 

Like regular dating this kind of Internet dating revolves around a profile featuring photos, a list of features required by the website that include things like smoking or non smoking, cock size, breast size body shape etc. Then there is a section where you write in your own words a description of yourself and a short description of what you are looking for.

Completing the categories was relatively simple. Even deciding on cock size didn’t create much friction although a lack of experience with comparison to other cocks made it difficult to decide if he was thick or average. I am here to tell you, after much experience with material to compare with, he is thick but back then he lacked the confidence to believe that he was above average in anything. The section that caused the problems was the description of ourselves. Mr Jones was absolutely not prepared to compromise on complete fairness. By this I mean that he didn’t want me, the person he viewed as more outgoing and perhaps more likely to be successful, getting more air time that him. That meant that there couldn’t be more words about me than him and we both had to come across as equally attractive and exciting. It is difficult to achieve this when one person is doing the writing and the whole process caused a little friction between us and prompted some discussion about what we were and weren’t looking for. 

These days this kind of thing is not really an issue but back then neither of us had learned fully how to express our ideas and feelings and so, as with many people things often went unsaid. In the end we managed to get together a profile that everyone was happy with. One of the upsides of the whole process was that we had an excuse to get involved with an activity that Mr Jones had liked for a long while, taking naughty pictures of each other. Fortunately at that time our children were still relatively young and went to bed at a sensible hour and so we could spend the occasional Saturday night undressing and experimenting with various poses and outfits sometimes resulting in spectacular failure and sometimes resulting in spectacular success. 

As new members of the website we spent a lot of time online looking at other prospective partners and also reviewing messages. Many more experienced couples were very interested in “New Meat” so to speak and so we were approached by a lot of people. We quickly came to realise that our idea of sexy and other people’s idea of sexy was often quite different. We had been relatively conservative in our choice of photos for our public profile showing our bodies partially undressed with no face pictures and no direct photos of genitals. 

Other people were not so discreet and often we clicked on a profile to be greeted with a fully erect cock or a nicely spread pussy. Not to say they were always unattractive just not the first angle of someone that we wanted to look at. Some of the photos were good representations of their owner in the sense that they made you say, “What the???????” 

Over the next few weeks we chatted to quite a few different people. Some of them interesting, some of them a little bland and others that made us want to switch the computer off the second we clicked on the profile. People, it seems, can be even more inappropriate on the Internet than they are in real life.  


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About gemmi72

Wife, swinger, blogger. An ordinary woman living life one day at a time dealing with the complications of moonlighting as a sex goddess.

Posted on June 20, 2016, in Marraige, Swinging and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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