Getting Gemma On

Wind back the clock about five years and my life was in a very different place. I was not employed in a paying job, I had time on my hands and Gemma Jones was at the start of her glorious career. I am not talking about the British actor but rather the sex goddess who defined my life for several years. 

Fast forward to now and my life is radically different. I find myself struggling to explain to myself why a section of my life that was so amazingly empowering and just plain fun seemed to be so hard to keep alive. It is true that life is all about cycles and as the years slide by things change, no matter how much we want them to stay the same. It is also true that a life that is based around sexual gratification is ultimately very two dimensional and, ironically, unsatisfying. My life these days is much more…. twenty dimensional, and emotionally challenging and satisfying in ways that are completely different. But I keep going back to the thought that there still has to be space for Gemma in there.

For a good while I was approaching the problem from the perspective that time was the issue. I just needed to make Gemma time more of a priority in my life and give myself time to be ‘all that’. Sometimes this worked. And sometimes I have been Gemma. Actually, reflecting as I write, I think I have been Gemma a little more than I realise. A more subtle and grown up Gemma than the overtly sexual and in your face version of five years ago. 

I was having a conversation with Pet recently that wasn’t really about this issue but during the course of the conversation I realised something that I hadn’t thought of before. Being Gemma is not just about finding time to fit that stuff into my life. It is also about confidence. This Gemma; 

  
Was 10kg lighter, and had lovers in her life who were solely focussed on her. She was told almost every day by a range of people how completely desirable she was. Today’s Gemma does not look in the mirror and see a ravishing sex goddess. Instead she sees the cellulite, the belly, the folds of skin over her eyelids and she frantically checks for signs of a double chin. When she is at work she is required to wear clothing that cannot be seen up, down or through and she is constantly under review by the most self centred of beings, teenagers, and the most demanding of humans, their parents. 

In short Mrs Jones often needs to be reminded she is HOT. 

To effectively be able to get Gemma on Mrs Jones needs to be convinced that she is sexy or it ain’t gonna happen. It may sound egotistical and it is. I don’t need to remind anyone who has spent time with the real Gemma that the experience is not about worshipping a passive being. Gemma is all about giving and satisfying. Her own gratification is based very much on other people’s satisfaction but that is impossible to achieve if she doesn’t have confidence in her ability and appeal. 

So I guess I need to add another requirement to the list for potential playmates;

• Must be able to make Mrs Jones feel like she is sexy. 

That shouldn’t be too hard to achieve. 

The Washing Basket Part 2

Several months ago I posted The Washing Basket Part One  of a story and only just realised that I left you all hanging. As part of my Christmas holiday clean up here is part two. You may need to refresh your memory of part one and you can do that by going here.

“So,” her voice crackled like ice across the room sending a chill down his spine. Automatically his eyes travelled to the space under the bed where he knew she kept her implements. His buttocks twitched under the skirt, inside her panties; HER panties. The look on her face left him in no doubt, she was not impressed and he would be punished. Deep inside a little flutter of excitement made itself felt tempered only the slightest bit by fear. What would his punishment be? It had been a long time since he had felt the sting of her palm on his bare buttocks but something in her tone, the way she held herself and the light in her eyes told him that he was going to be receiving something much more than a mere spanking. 

“I see that you managed to amuse yourself while you were waiting for me.” Her eyebrow raised. Howard was not fooled. He knew that glint, guilt flushed through him, he had betrayed her trust. Maybe she wouldn’t merely punish him in the way that balanced on the fine border between pleasure and pain. Maybe the consequences for his adventure would be more serious. The elation he had felt at the thought of a punishment evaporated and the cold chill of fear settled in his belly.

“Do you like wearing women’s clothing then Pet?” She walked towards him slowly. For the first time he noticed the collar in her hand. His heart skipped a beat, she did intend to punish rather than banish. She stopped in front of him, and stood for a few moments looking into his eyes. Her expression was unreadable. For a few moments he looked back at her hungrily, it had been weeks since he had seen her and he wanted to take in every detail of her face but her eyes held him captive. 

Placing the collar around his neck, she broke the spell, “You haven’t answered my question.” She whispered as she fastened the buckle, smoothing the strap and making sure it sat comfortably on him.

His throat felt as if it had closed up, “Yes Miss,” he managed to reply in a hoarse whisper.

She snapped the lead into the ring at the front of his collar, “And so you thought you would wear my clothes,” she pulled his head downwards so that his face was pushed against the bed. Every nerve in his ass was stretching out of his skin, straining to feel what was coming next. He felt the fabric of the dress being lifted upwards to expose the white cotton of her knickers stretched over his buttocks. The crack of her palm against him filled the room, the sting shot a tingle of pleasure/ pain up his body making him grunt into the bed. 

“Did you like the feeling of the dress over your cock?” She asked as she rubbed her hand over the place she had just slapped sending more tingles through him. When he didn’t reply immediately she clenched her fist digging her nails into his skin.

“Yes Miss,” his voice came easier this time even though his body was coiled with tension waiting for the next blow.

He was not disappointed, a second and third sting resounded through his body before he felt tension in the lead as she bent down to pull her case from underneath the bed. With the sting of her palm slowly fading he listened intently to the sounds of her snapping open the lock and rummaging through her implements. He heard several things being placed on the bed beside him. He desperately wanted to turn his head and see what she had put there but even more he did not want to interrupt the flow of what she had in her mind. Resolutely he kept his face planted into the bed. 

Her hand smoothed over his ass again before she pulled the leg of the knickers across into his ass crack. The elastic cut into him, squeezing his testicles together and stretching the fabric tight over his engorged cock. “Did my knickers feel nice over your cock pet?” She asked as she scraped her nails over the mark her hand had left.

This time he didn’t hesitate, “Oh yes Miss,” he almost wriggled in pleasure as he remembered the feeling of her dried juice scraping against his cock. 

The sting of her palm on his bare skin was so much more intense than her hear earlier blows. “You dirty, dirty boy.” She replied. There was a pause as she bent down and picked up her small whip and then another intense flash of pain as she flicked the thin ribbons of leather over his bare red ass cheek. His grunt of pain was echoed loudly across the room. 

“If you like dressing like a woman then maybe you deserve to be treated like one,” she spoke through her teeth as she flogged him several more times. Howard clenched his fists beside his hips, his ass felt like it was it was on fire and he was starting to wonder if this would be the day that she pushed him too far. As always though she stopped just as he was reaching that point. 

Her hands left his body and Howard found himself straining his hearing to determine what she was doing. There was the riiip sound of Velcro tabs being adjusted. Her first touch was cold and wet as she slipped her finger into his ass. He gave a small moan of pleasure in response. 

“I think if you want to dress like a woman then you should be fucked like one,” she pushed his legs apart and moved between them. Howard held his breath as he felt himself being opened by the dong she was wearing in front of her. The elastic of her panties pulled even more tightly over his scrotum and kept his cock even more constrained but he didn’t care. Every sense was focussed to the pleasure of his ass being stretched and she pushed herself deeper into him. Finally her pubic bone came to rest against his ass.She stood resting part of her weight against him with the plastic dildo buried in his ass for a few moments, ” would you like it hard and fast like this,” she pulled out of him and plunged back in, slapping against his ass several times. Her hands gripped his hips tightly distracting him briefly from the intense feeling of being fucked. Suddenly she stopped, holding herself still with the tip of the dildo resting against his hungry asshole. He almost cried out in desperation as the sensation of pleasure drained from him. She was so still he could almost imagine she had left the room.

“Please,” he whimpered, fretting that she was going to withdraw from him and that she would leave him like that, crashing down from the heights of his pleasure. 

Then she pushed herself into him ever so slowly, sliding in stretching his ass open ever so slowly until her hips were resting against his ass again. 

“Or slow like this.” Her fingers gripped his hips as she began to penetrate him ever so slowly. The sensation was surprisingly intense, as if she were stretching out his pleasure making him ache for more but at the same time frightened of her slamming into him. 

“I don’t know,” he whispered, unable to think in terms of his desires. He wanted it all; all of her and every piece of pleasure or pain she desired to give him. He was completely at her mercy. 

“I like it fast,” she decided slamming her hips against his ass. 

The room was filled with the sound of her slapping against him and his groans of pleasure. He could feel the orgasm building up. He tried to dismiss it but the intensity of it was almost too much for him. Suddenly he felt a sting of her palm against his skin. For a millisecond the pressure of his orgasm was gone, but then she slapped him again. He was so lost in his experience that he couldn’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure. Every stroke from her cock, every slap of her palm, the cutting sensation of her knickers around his balls, everything was just sensation layered upon sensation. 

“You like being fucked like a woman?” She asked harshly in between slaps.

“I do, Miss, I do.” He replied with heartfelt fervour. 

“You are a dirty, dirty boy.” She slapped him again, harder. “I should tie you up somewhere and invite all my friends around so that they can all come and fuck that slutty, dirty ass of yours,” the image of being treated like a plaything for Miss and her friends was almost too much for him.

“Please Miss,” he whimpered, gritting his teeth to keep control of his body. Involuntarily he pulled away from her to prevent his orgasm.

Angrily she flipped him over and stood over him while he sat on the bed. “Suck my cock and wank yourself until you cum.” She commanded. The look in her eyes sent a small quiver through him. He didn’t argue. As he put his lips around her rubber cock he could feel the buzz of the vibrator sitting against her cunt. Se watched his hand wrap around his cock and begin to stroke intently. Her body spasmed slightly and a trickle of moisture ran down her leg. It was too much he let go of himself and groaned loudly as his cum jetted out of him covering his belly and his hands.

Internet Dating

This is the next chapter in our journey after meeting Kurt and Renee for a second time we ventured in to the world of internet dating. 

Over time and with a few false starts we eventually located a couple through the Internet who seemed to tick all of our boxes. After a couple of online chats and phone calls we arranged to meet. By this time we had met up with Kurt and Renee again with a similar sex marathon evening, sending us home smiling and on a sex fuelled high. Our positive experiences had given us some confidence that things would work out. 

I hadn’t really taken much time to think about exactly what we were looking for. We were like children, wide eyed in awe at this strange new world that we had stumbled into. Neither of us had any experience with the world of Internet dating. So we were a little un-prepared for the reality of appearance on screen versus appearance in real life. 

The evening we had arranged to meet dawned and we found ourselves on the couch at the house of our new friends. It seemed both surreal and strangely matter of fact at the exact same time. The people were quite different from Kurt and Renee much more salt of the earth. Jenna was much more reserved than Renee and it took a while for things to get started. 

At the time we assumed that everyone we met was going to take the lead because we were such complete newbies. Now, with some experience under out belt we realise that this is not always the case. Another thing that we came to realise with the wisdom of hindsight was that confidence does not always equal experience. Our assumption that everyone we met knew exactly what they were on about was completely unfounded and mostly incorrect. 

Eventually we fumbled our way around and ended up naked together. It wasn’t the highly charged sexual encounter that we had experienced with Kurt and Renee but it was deeply satisfying. These were people we had much more in common with and could have a more interpersonal relationship with. An example of how comfortable I felt was my ability to give instructions once we were naked. Following round one Jenna and I were enjoying some girl on girl exploration. Having satisfied themselves, for the time being at least, Mr Jones and Steve were sitting on the end of the bed. I think they started out watching the show but we must have been a little too run of the mill for them because they started chatting about tractors, of all things. 

I was a little annoyed at their nonchalance and the very unsexy talk and so they were dispatched to the kitchen. I know that there are probably many men reading this right now thinking “What the Fuck??? How can two red blooded men not be transfixed by the sight of two women enjoying each other?” All I can say is not everyone is turned on by the same things and once you have seen something a few times it tends to lose its appeal. Mr Jones and Steve are both men of action. Happy to watch for a while but need to be part of the action at some point. 

These exploration sessions with Jenna satisfied my bisexual curiosities quite deeply. I learned a lot about how to please a woman and developed my appreciation for pleasuring women. It wasn’t always that Mr Jones and Steve in particular had to be banished to the kitchen when Jenna and I were playing. Mr Jones always stayed true to form, he had to be involved in the action at some point, Steve did sometimes enjoy sitting in a chair in the corner of the room masturbating to sight of his live porn. 

I think that this was one of the catalysts for my present day attitude about girl on girl sex and voyeurs in particular. I am an exhibitionist and love people watching but I do not perform tricks on request. My sexual activities are for my pleasure. It you want to watch and this is gives you enjoyment all the better but the essence is always the same, my exploration for my pleasure. If I was to get all hard core feminist I would say that the idea that men have that they can request or demand women to perform for them stems from the habit of being able to choose porn videos to suit them. Other women are obviously more compliant than me. Maybe that was a sign of things to come. 

TMI Tuesday -Sex is Life 

1. Have you ever tested someone’s love for you? What did you do? Did things turn out as you expected or hoped?

I don’t really believe in playing games with relationships so the idea of testing someone’s love is foreign to me. Having said that I have been married for 18 years and of course there have been many times when you would say that my relationship has been tested. We are still together so I guess you can say that things have turned out well.

2. Select the answer that best fits your experience. I have dated:

a. all the wrong people

b. romantic companions that were mostly a good fit for me.

c. people that were perfect fits–loves at first sight

d. not all that much, I mainly have had a lot of long term relationships

As I stated in question one I have been married for 18 years but prior to that I was mostly d. I didn’t really date all that much. Since we opened our marraige I have dated a lot but not in the traditional sense. The results of this dating are splashed all over this and my Erotic Adventures blog. I will leave you to do the research and make your own conclusion

3. Online dating: What is your success rate? What do you consider success?

So as I already said I date, primarily from online sources. Of course the motivation for this dating is not to find a relationship in the traditional sense. I am seeking sexual adventure and experiences that most people fantasise about, if they are brave enough. In terms of success it has been very hit and miss. I have written about both of these. I have been fortunate to have some extraordinary adventures but they have not been something that comes along every day. You really have to sort through a lot of rubble to find the gems. 

4. What sexual thing do you do most often that you could commit to doing everyday?

A realist will be very aware of the fact that doing something every day is a great way to make it a chore. Experience tells me that making anything sexual a chore is a good way to cause problems in your marraige, so sorry to be a party pooper but I am not going to entertain the idea of doing anything sexual every day.

5. What are your thoughts on love and lust?

There is definitely a difference between a lust based relationship and a love based relationship. The line when a relationship crosses from one realm into another is very, very blurry and differs from person to person and situation to situation. There is absolutely no way that real love resembles in any way the saccharine sweet Disney version of love that we are sold as children. In my experience real love is practical, it has lots of lumps and bumps and does not come in one size fits all. 

Lust is hot intense and rears its head in all sorts of situations. It is definitely a roller coaster ride and like all roller coasters great for a holiday treat but not something you necessarily want in your life every day.

Bonus: Are you searching for love or are you searching for attention?

I believe I have already found love with all of its imperfections, practicalities and pragmatism. I have built a partnership over 18 years that has raised children, built a comfortable life and sustained ourselves and a number of friends through some interesting times. I am searching now for the roller coaster ride. Maybe I have become a bit of a junkie or maybe a connoisseur but as I have said many times I am a goddess and, yes, it is all about me. 
As always make sure you head in over to the TMI Tuesday site for more TMI goodness. 

A Walk in the Park

As she pulled into the car park Lisa quickly scanned the area. She had guessed that it would be deserted during the day but something like that was never certain. It was a public park after all. There was only one vehicle parked several spaces down from her. A white twin cap ute with a large number on the side. The type that are used in mines and construction sites. Her heart thumped in her chest. It had to be his. The urge to flee welled up in her for a moment. It was one thing to fantasise about this kind of thing, another to actually be here in a park waiting for your lover to come and take you on an adventure. 
With fluttering nerves in her stomach she checked her hair in the rear view mirror and then forced her wobbly legs to stand up beside her car. Her guess had been right, it was his car. He emerged as the same time as her. Gravel crunched under her feet as she walked over towards him.

“Hello,” she was surprised that her voice worked. 

“Hello,” he smiled down at her sending a wave of heat through her body. Not for the first time that day Lisa was aware of her cunt throbbing between her legs. Brent reached down and took her hand, “Let’s go for a walk and see what we can find shall we?” There was a glint in his eyes that reassured her that this was not going to be an innocent walk in the park. Between her legs she became aware of a hot wetness to accompany the aching throb caused by the feeling of his body against hers. 

They came to a deck overlooking a small lake. Egrets dabbled around in the shallows and further out a pair of ducks swam peacefully. 

“Nice place,” Brent commented as he put his arms around Lisa and bent down to kiss her lips. Heat melted through her entire body as she felt herself surrounded by his body. The quiet power of his large frame almost overwhelmed her, she was entirely putty in his arms, completely at his mercy. Still kissing her he moved her around so that she was resting against the railing of the deck. His hand travelled down her back and over her arse, seeking the hem of her dress. Eagerly she opened her legs, inviting him to touch her wherever he pleased. 

He did not disappoint, without hesitation his hand found the waist of her panties and slipped down over her mound to enter her slick wet slit. She whimpered against his mouth as he stroked her lightly, all the while keeping her pressed against him with his other arm. 

“Someone is a bit excited,” he whispered, looking down at her intently. The heat in Lisa’s body was matched by the fire she saw in his eyes. In response, she pressed her hand against the front of his jeans.

“I think we both are,” she responded with a sly grin. 

“Lets see where this path goes,” he took her hand and led her into the bush. Behind them Lisa thought that she heard the crunch of a footstep. She wanted to look over her shoulder but she didn’t want to alert Brent to the secret she shared with her husband. Beside the track they had followed was a convenient log, Brent sat down and pulled her towards him so that she was standing in front of him. His hand stroked the inside of her leg as his fingers worked their way inside the elastic of her panties. Automatically Lisa parted her knees and let out a sigh of anticipation. She was not dissapointed his fingers worked their way into her dripping wet cunt. 

“If you weren’t wearing any panties I could out my tongue in there,” he whispered urgently. 

“I can fix that,” she replied equally as urgently wriggling her arse as her knickers hit the ground. 

Brent reached down, picked them up and stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans, “For later,” he grinned before he lifted the hem of her skirt to slide his tongue into her slit. Lisa let out a throaty groan as he teased her swollen throbbing clit. Her fingers gripped the back of his head, pushing his face against her pussy. For a moment she opened her eyes, long enough to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure standing against a tree about 50 meters away from them. She smiled seductively at him allowing herself to fantasise for a moment about what would be waiting for her at home tonight. 

The feeling of a finger slipping inside her brought Lisa’s attention quickly back to the present. Her knees parted further and she looked down into a pair of intently burning eyes. “I think you need something else to fill that space,” he commented as his fingers fucked her slowly. She had lost the ability to speak properly, but she managed a nod in response. 

Quickly Brent unzipped his jeans and lifted his hips to free his cock. Unable to stop herself Lisa bent down and slid her lips down over his velvety warm shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head of his erection before she took a second stroke sinking her lips down as far as she could. The head of his cock pressed against her throat but she welcomed the feeling of her throat being filled. She held her mouth there for as long as she could before he lifted her away. 

“I want to fuck you,” he said simply as he rolled a condom down his cock before he grasped her around her hips and guided her down on to him. 

As the tip of his cock touched her cunt he gripped her harder resisting her motion downwards. The urge to slam him inside her was strong and she fought him for a moment. 

“This is the best part,” he whispered, “feel it.” 

There was a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead as he struggled to control himself as well as her. Slowly he slid her down on to him the wet folds of her cunt opened over him, welcoming his hot cock as it filled her. When he was fully inside her he held her still on his lap twitching his cock inside her. 

“The only thing that would make this better would be if your husband was watching,” He said. 

The look on his face made Lisa wonder for a moment if he had guessed the setup she had planned. Did he know her husband was back there loitering beside a tree watching them? 

Brent moved her hips rocking the hardness of his cock against her g spot. Suddenly it didn’t matter all that mattered was the cock inside her, the strong arms around her and the pleasure that was coursing through her body. She struggled to be quiet conscious that anyone could happen along and find them but in the end she didn’t care she just wanted to be fucked, hard. 

She wasn’t disappointed. 

The Internet is for Porn

If you have been following my story I apologise in the delay between posts. Enjoy the latest instalment. Feel free to catch up on the ‘Journey to Now’ page. 

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.  

When I Say No

In most areas of my life I am incredibly incompetent st saying no. If someone asks me to do something for them I will struggle to say no even if I really don’t have time, really don’t like that task and really don’t think it is helpful. I have a chronic cas of the the “disease to please”. When it comes to my extra marital sex life I am fairly on board with the concept of no and take pride in my direct and open conversations with men. I try extremely hard to be polite, friendly but definite with my no. In return I expect a question free response. No doesn’t mean anything except no. I doesn’t come with some hidden agenda or some inference that you are less than adequate. It just means no and my reasons for my response are entirely my business. Which I don’t need to discuss with you. 

At the club that Mr Jones and I frequent there is a gentleman who seems to have problems with this concept. I have known him for quite some time during which he has both been in serious relationships and a single person. Socially awkward would be one way to describe this guy but that would be a little unfair. He is the guy however who always seems to do and say things that are a little bit odd, a little bit sleazy and and that make you wonder what he was thinking. He is not backwards in coming forwards and he seems to be one of those guys who works on the premise that if you ask everyone for sex then you are going to score more often than not. In a swinger’s club this strategy works fairly well. However, combining this with his other traits means that many of the more choosy amongst us tend to avoid him. I am a firm believer that quantity is not a substitute for quality. Wogboy does not seem to think so. 

The other part of Wogboy’s way of operating is his inability to accept no. I will admit I flirt with him. Flirting is something everyone enjoys. Having someone interested in you is a great ego boost and flirting is a great way to enhance this. However when push comes to shove I have declined the request to go further. To be completely honest the main reason I have not gone there is Mr Jones. If anyone is more fussy about who has sex with me than me it is Mr Jones and he is adamant that Wog boy is not going to be one of the people with the key to the kingdom, so to speak. Maybe Wogboy senses this, but for whatever reason he always finds a way to mention to me that he has asked, I have said no, and he thinks I should say yes. So this is what I what I really would like to say to him, even though I don’t think he would listen.

When I say not it is with reluctance. There are parts of your personality that I find intriguing. Of course you have a reputation for having a large cock and that intrigues me. There is also something else about you that I can’t quite put my finger on, something that my gut tells me could lead to experiences that are dark, enticing and sexy. But the decision is not entirely my own. You must know that my husband is my priority and he has the right to veto any of my desires. You also need to understand and respect that, even though your intentions are above board an intense connection between me and anyone else is threatening to him. 

If you are serious about pursuing me you have a twofold task. On the one hand you have to convince him that you are trustworthy. I am the most precious thing in his life. He will not tolerate men treating me like a cum bucket. On your other hand you need to convince me that you are that dark and enticing experience of my fantasies. Complaining about my refusal every time we meet is not the way to do that. I don’t do high maintenance, needy and negative people. If you are not prepared to take on the task then you need to let it go. I don’t do sympathy sex.

Like I said I doubt that I would ever get the chance to say that and if I did I doubt he would listen. 

Sunday Selfie

I love my cat. One of the best parts of my day is coming home from work and chilling for 30 minutes or so with my cat. In actual fact he belongs to my daughter but he didn’t get that memo. Owners don’t choose their cat. Cats choose the person or people they want to hang out with. I am just glad he likes to hang out with me.