You Cant Always Have What You Want…

This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt was “Out of Character”. I struggled to write something. Every idea seemed to sound dumb when I started writing. Then out of the blue this fell onto the screen. I hope you enjoy. Please make sure you visit the Wicked Wednesday site to read some other much more inciteful writing.

Life has a funny way of twisting things around on you. If I am asked about my ideal play mate I will respond as follows;

Taller than me, strong, mentally and physically, charming and a sense of humour. Above average penis size and one that takes the lead when playing.

I spend a lot of my life being the go to person. The one with all the answers. When I play I just want to be spoiled. I don’t consider it too much to ask. The universe disagrees with me.

Over the last six months I have been actively looking for a regular play friend. I don’t want a boyfriend or a romantic connection. I just want a fwb. It has been an interesting and often frustrating path. I use a swinger dating website. For simplicity I have chosen a single site. I don’t want to go into the ins and outs of my searching but I know I am not using the most efficient way so I can’t complain.

Getting back to the point of this ramble. What has fallen out of this search has been a man who is moderately charming, slightly taller than me with a decent sized penis and who is reasonably intelligent. Lots of boxes ticked.

At our initial meet we discussed who would be in charge. Or rather he expressed a desire to be controlled. I didn’t pick up the cue properly and gave my response about not wanting to be in a situation where I am making all the decisions. I liked this guy, he was kind of intense but I did sense that he was holding something back. Kind of waiting to see how things played out before he showed his hand. We ended that first drink meet in the back seat of a car in the carpark of the pub having short, sharp sex. It was fast and hot.

Our second meet was not ideal. My husband and I own a commercial building that is currently empty so we have set up a play space in one section. Not the perfect place but definitely cheaper than a hotel. We met there. He was on his way home from work on a Friday. In my mind it was going to be a long hot, heavy session. Again he stated he was at my disposal but I resisted and did not give specific instructions about what I wanted. For me the day had been long and emotionally arduous. I wanted someone to spoil me and give me an hour or two of sexual pleasure. I didn’t want to give detailed instructions. I also expected a guy who could either recover quickly or control himself to ensure he lasted.

I was very disappointed.

There was a time when I would have kicked him to the kerb. This kind of thing is not ok. For some reason the light slowly began to dawn in my thick brain. I realised that while he had been a little selfish I was also being a bit unfair. He said he was at my disposal, and like a stupid woman I didn’t make my desires clear. I should have asked for a massage and a good licking before sitting astride him. In the course of the follow up conversation he made a revelation. He is interested in being caged.

For play time only I think.

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The reason for that initial feeling came forward. This guy has a kink or two. I am not particularly kinky. I have thought about CFNM stuff in my past. I have read about caging and it kind of turns me on. I don’t want to be the woman who makes a man wear a cage for weeks, or days on end. But when he is playing? Maybe.

If you had told me before I met Pet that I would be turned on by anally fisting a man I would have laughed in your face. But I did it and I was. Pet had to push me to be a weird kind of dominant to his very strong personality but we both got a lot out of it. Was it him “topping from the bottom” or me dominating him? I don’t know. I don’t care. I don’t really count myself as a true practitioner of BDSM. I just use their props and toys for my pleasure.

So it seems The IT guy, he has a blog name now, will become the next person in my journey who pushes me to express my wants and desires more clearly. While it may be hard and not what I thought I wanted it may well be something I need.

Flashback TMI Tuesday

This week’s TMI questions are a flashback from August 2011. Back then I had been posting on Erotic Adventures for less than a year. I hadn’t discovered the goodness of TMI Tuesday. In the interest of the flashback I thought I would share a post from back then from when in my naivety I discovered the concept of a Fucket list. Reading this post I can’t help but think how wide eyed and innocent I was back then.

And so on with the questions;

1. You have been separated from your significant other for six months. An attractive, attentive neighbor has paid you flattering attention. It is obvious he/she wishes to take the relationship further. Do you:
a. Dismiss him/her, you’re in a committed relationship.
b. Continue to flirt, but go no further.
c. Fantasize about him/her, but take care of your sexual needs solo.
d. Let the affair become physical.

So given that I have sexual relationships with other attractive people with the full knowledge and consent of my husband I am thinking the answer would very firmly be (d). Having said that I definitely don’t have any attractive neighbours. So I can’t ever seeing this being an issue.

2. A male co-worker whom you have heard is great in bed and very well endowed has been flirting with you a lot. He obviously wishes to start a relationship. Do you:
(This question is for women AND men).
a. Make it clear to him you’re not interested.
b. Flirt with him but go no further
c. Mentally undress him and wonder what he’d be like in bed.
d. Let the relationship become sexual.

Interestingly I was informed by a co-worker once that he has a PHD (pretty huge dick). This particular guy is my work child. I am old enough to be his mother and I act like his mother. So despite his attractiveness I am left with (c) because there ain’t no flirting there. He is fairly open about his sexual exploits and despite an admirable volume they are all pretty vanilla. So he can keep his PHD to himself.

3. Your significant other is impotent most of the time, showing little interest in you and little interest in being sexual. Do you:
a. Resign yourself to no sex.
b. Satisfy your needs with masturbation
c. Find someone who can satisfy you sexually but remain with your significant other
d. Leave him or her

So the answer to this is kind of the same as the first one. Mr Jones is definitely not impotent but his interest in sex is less than it used to be. As I have been pretty open about I am actively engaged in sex with other people. As long as it doesn’t really interfere with my marriage.

4. The last time you and your mate had sex, were you:
a. Concentrating mostly on him/her, and you didn’t even orgasm
b. Thinking about your pleasure and theirs.
c. Concentrating mainly on your own pleasure.
d. Used his/her body as a tool to reach your own orgasm.

So I had an experience last week that was very unsatisfactory. I met a new play friend for the second time. At this point in time I was not entirely sure of a lot of things. Things like, how long he was able to hang with me before he was expected to head home, how long he was able to fuck before cumming, and recovery time. All things I should have a better idea of really.

Things did not go according to my plan. So I found myself heading home after just under an hour. I was very unhappy about this turn of events but looking back I should have been a bit more switched on and paced myself. My headspace is not that great at the moment which was probably a contributing factor. When I got home there wasn’t the usual re-union sexual experience and I went to sleep annoyed and unsatisfied. I found myself awake in the middle of the night rectifying the situation in a serviceable but not really satisfying way.

5. What kind of partner do you prefer while making love or having sex?
a. Tender, loving, slow and sweeet
b. I don’t care, just do me; it’s been a while
c. Tough, take-charge, I like it a little rough
d. Any lovin’ is good lovin’

My personal preference is for (c). When I have the chance to relax and be in a safe space I like to fuck and I like to fuck a lot. I really like to be seduced and taken.

Bonus: There is no official bonus this week but In the spirit of Nero of Nero Speaks I am adding my own bonus image from my camera roll. Because it is my blog and I can. So in the spirit of the flashback

This is an image taken quite a while ago during an experience of being a dessert on a bar in a swingers club. I was definitely an experience worth remembering.

And so if you enjoyed this bout of sharing head on over to TMI Tuesday and read some other interesting revelations

A Toxic Conundrum

The prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday is “Relationship”. During the week I had a conversation with a a twitter friend that brought up some memories of a time when my own relationship was very strained.

Having small children is hard. No one will argue. I was more fortunate that many women. Being pregnant was ridiculously easy for me. Right from the first thought of “let’s have a baby” to the part in the delivery room when they gave me my babies to hold and nurse for the first time.

My children by and large have been pretty stock standard. No disabilities, no health issues, no learning problems. Just average run of the mill kids. But children are all consuming. The moment they come into being they take first place in your attention, always. At least that is how it was for me.

Which is where the problem started. Mr Jones was used to occupying that space. And while he was ok with not having perfect dinners and an immaculate house he was not really ok with not having as much or the kind of sex that he was used to. He married his fantasy girl and then he broke her by putting a baby in her I guess.

For many years, yes years we went around in this circle of him feeling unloved because I didn’t WANT to have all consuming sex with him and me feeling a whole range of emotions. Firstly guilt at not being able to make him happy, secondly frustration that my husband didn’t seem to relate to my struggles as a constantly tired person who was desperately trying to keep a career together as well as be the super mother and housewife.

There were many, many occasions when I tried my hardest to give him good sexual experiences. Sometimes I succeeded. Even more rarely I enjoyed myself. More often than not I was just left feeling like he had taken a piece of my soul. It was after those times that I then went on to feel even more guilty and unhappy with myself and to ask myself the question “Why can’t I just be a horny individual like everyone else?”

The damage to our sex relationship during those years was ridiculous. Both of us were permanently scarred. For many people reading this I am sure you are asking WTAF?? How did this confident, sex goddess come from that?

The answer, I have no clue. None. There was a cheating incident, by me not him, then there was a visit to a swing club and an incredible journey through a hidden, secret lifestyle. The journey itself was not always easy and there were some very wrong turns but it was our journey and we are still on it. In the end I don’t think swinging itself was the saviour, although it opened a lot of doors in my mind that had been closed. In the end I think it was more about the life lessons learned.

Things I know now that I wish I had known then;

If you want your partner to clean the kitchen / do the washing / buy you flowers then just ask them outright, explicitly. It is easier and you will get what you want.

You can’t do everything and be all things to all people without destroying your own soul. You will become a doormat if you try and no one gives a second thought to the mat as they wipe their feet on it.

Sex is fun. It is ok to enjoy it, no matter what your sexually repressed overly Catholic upbringing taught you. And if it isn’t then don’t fucking do it. No matter who your partner is or what their relationship is to you. Not enjoying sex will eat you up inside.

I don’t have the ultimate answer to the sex drive imbalance. Men I can’t tell you how to make your wife give you the sex you want. Ladies I can’t tell you how to get your man to give you sex that will make you happy. I don’t think anyone can solve someone else’s relationship problems. In the end you have to work it out for yourself.

Good lick (no that wasn’t a typo).

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TMI Tuesday – Can You Handle the Truth?

1. Can you handle the truth?
One of the absolute rules that Mr Jones and I have in our relationship is honesty at all costs. Even about putting cold beer in the cupboard. Which of course any self respecting wife of a beer lover would not do because once beer is cold it must stay that way.

Seriously though. The truth is important. Trust in a relationship is vital. When you open your bedroom to other people it becomes even more critical. Without honesty there can be no trust. Sometimes it means making admissions you aren’t comfortable with. Sometimes it means hearing things you don’t want to. But time has proven that yes I can handle the truth both in the telling and the hearing.

2. A couple of October holidays are coming up. Do you participate in Halloween or Dia de los Muertos? How?

Halloween is not a widely celebrated in Australia as in the United States. It is becoming more popular being driven by retailers. Trick or treating does happen here in some areas but as I live on acreage we tend not to get too many visitors because the houses are too far apart. The most celebrating of Halloween I get involved with is dressing up for a costume party.

3. Do your parents/parent like your significant other?

For the most part yes. It wasn’t always the case but these days things are pretty good.

4. Right now! What do you need most love or validation?

From a mental health point of view 2019 has been a struggle. Without going in to too much detail changing antidepressant medication at the same time as going through menopause was a very bad idea. So I definitely need more love than validation.

5. You are singing in the shower. What song do you want to belt out?

I am not much of a shower singer. I am more into belting out tunes while I am driving. My children will attest that the music in my phone is a bit unusual but my song of choice to belt out at the moment is “Prairie Hotel Parachilna” by John Williamson.

Bonus: What’s your damage?

This question stumped me. I resorted to the wisdom of Urban dictionary to get my head around it. I will say that I have had various aspects of Heathers explained to me by my teenage daughter but not this one.

Continuing from my answer to question 4, I visited a psychologist for the first time ever last week. His assessment of the situation is that I need to learn to slow down, say no to people and not spend so much time working or doing work like things. Since then I have felt like I have permission to sit on the couch and watch Netflix. It has been quite liberating.

As always you can read more TMI goodness over here

Saturday Morning

I have some very hard and fast rules about work life balance that some people might find a bit weird but I have found essential for maintaining my sanity. Of late I have not entirely followed them and as expected my sanity has suffered.

One of them is spending Saturday morning in bed as pictured. Bumming about on my iPad. This time is spent reading blogs, browsing social media, playing pointless games and sometimes writing rubbish to post here. I guess you got lucky today.

Part of my activities this morning was a check on a swinger dating website I use. I received a message from someone who actually looked interesting. But when I came to reply I had nothing in the tank in the way of enthusiasm to reply with.

What I wanted to say was; “You look amazing, let’s get a coffee and if you look as amazing in person we can spend the afternoon fucking.”

But of course life got in the way. I already have a coffee date lined up with someone tomorrow. Not convinced about this one but going with it. And then I have THE LIST. My to do list left over from school holidays that finished two weeks ago. I still have one item left, a uni assignment that is due in just over a week. Grrrrrr why is life so messy.

Maybe I can just write 2700 words of erotica and hand that in, I am sure the assignment marker will enjoy it. More than I enjoy some of the rubbish my students dish up for me.

TMI Tuesday – Feeling the Love

Slightly out of whack this week. Wicked Wednesday was up before TMI Tuesday. Life is threatening to get the better of me but I am making moves to keep it under control.

As usual enjoy the words here but make sure you visit the TMI page to see what everyone else is up to.

1. Tell us something weird about yourself.

Tricky question. Weird is really a question of perspective. Some of the vanilla people in my life would think meeting men for sex is weird. Some of the people in my Gemma life would think getting up at 6.45 on Sunday morning to go to Mass is weird but I do both of those things.

Something that people from both sides of the fence might find a little weird. Peanut paste (butter for the Americans) and honey on toast. Don’t knock it until you try it. And if you are truly brave, licking Vegemite off the knife.

2. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you be and why?

There are obviously a lot of travel destinations that would be nice to visit. Darwin springs to mind, Japan and also Canada. I also liked my friend Mr A’s response to this question. Right where I am at the moment.

3. What can someone do to make you feel more loved?

I am an obstinately independent beast. I struggle to let people do things for me which is a problem I really need to address. It is really just the little things that do it for me. Things like noticing and doing kindnesses without being asked.

4. What are 2 good qualities that first drew you to your current or last significant other?

He has a VERY nice penis. I am talking not too big, not too small, just right. In good proportion, no weird bends and just generally attractive. As shallow as it sounds it is definitely one of the things that won me over.

The second one? I think the fact that he was one of the few people in my life at the time who didn’t want to make me into something other than what I was. It was very reassuring to be with someone who thought the life choices I was making at the time were pretty good.

5. What 2 qualities in your significant other (current or last) can send you running far, far away from them?

My daughter and I joke about Mr Jones turning into a “fuddy”. Especially since his retirement about a year ago Mr Jones is showing some old man behaviours which is a little bit irritating. Actually, sometimes it is a lot irritating. One of these is driving like a grandpa which I don’t mind too much but the kids find endlessly irritating. Especially when I am away and he is on transporting kids to school duty.

Bonus: What does your partner miss the most about you when you are apart?

Probably having me in bed with him is the thing that brings it home. This isn’t because he needs me to sleep or even misses the sex but more he misses having my company and listening ear. To be fair I sometimes feel the same way when he is away.

Jumping Back in to the Pool

This story is based on an encounter I had a while ago. The thing that has stayed with me about this encounter is the terrified pounding of his chest. It added a whole new level to the encounter. When I saw this week’s prompt I knew the story was made for it.

Shane sat looking st his drink. Behind him a glass wall hid the workings of a typical working class pub. In front of him Sunday night traffic ambled past. Everything seemed so calm, so mundane and ordinary as the world went about its Sunday night business but his own head was spinning with questions; “what if she doesn’t come?”, “What if she laughs in my face?”, “What the hell am I doing?”

A woman walked along the footpath in front of him looking intently at him. Shane’s heart almost jumped out of his chest. His earlier worry about her recognising him flew out the window, he know it was her; more disturbingly, she knew it was him. Shane’s heart felt as if it was going to pound out of his chest, it seemed as if he had to force himself to breathe as she walked towards him. By contrast she seemed so calm, as if she did this every day.

He stood to greet her and she smiled as she introduced herself. He felt as if the world was spinning out of control but she seemed so calm. Worse, she seemed interested in him. The next 30 minutes were a blur, all Shane could think about was how amazing she looked and how awkward and stupid he felt. He heard himself telling her about his whole life and saw her smiling and nodding but it was as if it wasn’t him. After a while she seemed to get fidgety, as if she was starting to get bored but he was at a loss. What now? It seemed weird to say “lets go back to my place to fuck” but that is what he wanted to say. How did he do this back in the day?

Then he remembered he had never done this. He had never been that lad. He had met his wife in high school. And now he was here doing this thing. Who the hell meets a married woman in a pub to suss each other out before you go and have sex? Especially when your own wife is home with your daughter two thousand miles away. Except she isn’t your wife anymore. His heart thundered in his chest making it hard to breathe. His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a weird feeling. Startled, he looked across the table at a pair of piercing blue eyes looking intently at him. He realised she had asked a question and was now waiting for an answer.

“Sorry?” He hadn’t thought it would be possible to be more nervous but now it felt as if his ribs were barely containing his heart.

There was a slight flicker of an undefined emotion in her eyes but her smile was genuine as she repeated herself, “Soooooo are we going to sit here all night?”

This was it, the moment he had been hoping for, and yet now he realised it was the moment he had been fearing.

“Let’s go back to mine,” he heard a voice say. It seemed to come out of his mouth but he didn’t know how he said it.

She smiled and collected her things. “It is just around the corner, I actually walked here so I can ride with you and show you the way,” his voice continued to surprise him.

Then, somehow they were sitting on the couch of his rented apartment. She was sitting so close to him with her hand on his thigh. The smell of her was intoxicating. When he reached out to touch her he could feel is own hand tremble. It was like he was a teenage virgin touching his girlfriend for the first time. A small smile played around her lips as she ran her hand up his thigh towards his crotch. He felt as if he was going to jump out of his skin as her fingers grazed his cock through his pants.

Without a word she sank onto her knees in front of him. It seemed strange, why was she down there? Then her fingers fumbled with his belt and he realised. Quickly, glad of something to do with his hands he helped her open his pants. Her hands felt warm as she eased his cock out into the light.

It had been so long since another woman had seen this. It had been even longer since he had a woman at his feet about to do this to him. It felt like he was in a dream. Her lips parted and touched his foreskin it felt as if electricity jolted though his groin. A long slow breath escaped his lips as her tongue slid under the soft sensitive skin, teasing the head underneath. He felt the heat of the blood rushing into his groin. He wanted to touch her head but he was terrified that it would break the spell. His cock swelled out of its foreskin spilling her mouth and she pushed her lips down his shaft enveloping him in warm soft wetness.

Every nerve in his body was straining towards his groin. He was completely unaware of anything that was happening around him. His whole consciousness was focussed on the long forgotten feeling of her mouth sliding up and down his cock. His arousal swelled inside him building towards a conclusion that was familiar but somehow different.

His mind was conflicted. He wanted to stay in this warm aroused state. He wanted to watch her head moving up and down his shaft, tilting every now and then to look him in the eye. He wanted to stay enveloped in the warm wetness and gentle pulling of her lips but he knew it would not last. It had been too long. A small sound escaped his lips and panic began to rise in his chest. How could he warn her of the inevitable? He realised he couldn’t stop himself now even if he wanted to. He pulled away from her but she wrapped her arm around his hips to hug him closer.

The feeling of his climax was building deep in his groin, he let himself surrender to the sensation. Did he imagine it or was she encouraging him by sucking harder and deeper. He would never know. Heat exploded through his body and pulsed out of the end of his cock. Some primitive sound exploded from his mouth and filled the room.

Then it was over. Slowly she let his cock slide from her lips. A dribble of his cum sat st the corner of her mouth as she smiled triumphantly up at him. It was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. In that perfect moment he felt fulfilled in a way that he hadn’t for a very long time.

Then the reality of what had happened hit him. His chest filled with triumph as it had when he had lost his virginity all those years ago. This was the second woman who had ever sucked him and it felt good.

Curiosity

It has been quite a while since I have participated in Wicked Wednesday. Over the last couple of years whenever I have sat down to write other things seem to grab my attention. I have been making more of an effort of late. So let’s see if I can sustain it.

The expression “Curiosity killed the cat” had never really made much sense to Jen. She had always seen life as a journey of discovery. No question was too silly to be asked, nothing was too dangerous to be explored. Which is why, when her colleague gave her his phone so she could look at the photos he had taken of his new car she swiped one too far.

You can tell a lot about people by the junk photos on their phone….

Suddenly she had learned something about Mac that was completely unexpected and at the same time compelling. Without missing a beat she flicked back to car photos and passed his phone back. “Impressive,” she raised her eyebrows at him. He seemed slightly confused but the moment was broken by an interruption from a co-worker.

Later in the toilet Jen allowed herself to remember what she had seen. The image seemed etched permanently on her mind. Sitting in her cubicle in a little bubble of privacy she pushed her panties around her ankles and spread her knees. Her fingers slid gently over her naked pussy. Leaning back slightly Jen closed her eyes and remembered what she had seen, the proud erect cock, arching back slightly towards it’s owner’s taught muscular stomach. His fingers were curled around the shaft pulling the skin back to expose the delicate pink helmet slick with pre cum.

Jen slid her fingers downwards, pressing around her clit, teasing herself as she imagined him above her on a bed teasing her with his gorgeous cock. As she slid her fingers inside her slick wet cunt she imagined him pressing the head of his cock against her opening. She slid her fingers out covered in slippery wetness. The cubicle seemed filled with the scent of her arousal.

In her fantasy he slid his cock slowly inside her pressing her folds apart, penetrating her as he looked into her eyes. Her fingers, covered in her arousal slid upwards to stroke her swollen clit. Oblivious to everything except the fantasy filling her mind and the sensation in her clit Jen slid two fingers from her other hand inside her slick, wet cunt. She pressed against the rough skin just inside her opening sending a jolt of arousal through her. There was just enough consciousness left to remind her to clamp her lips shut to keep the sound of her pleasure inside her throat.

Her fingers moved frantically over her clit and she thrust her other hand inside herself, three fingers now, she wanted to stretch her cunt the way she knew that beautiful cock would. She could feel herself teetering on the brink of her orgasm and she pushed herself towards it. Her pussy jerked and pulsed as the heat spread from her fingers throughout her whole body. A small amount of liquid spilled over her hand and she smiled blissfully as she leaned her head against the wall of the cubicle keeping her breathing as quiet as she could.

The sound of footsteps entering brought her back to reality. She wondered how long she had been away from her desk. A slight feeling of panic fluttered to the bottom of her stomach as she pulled her panties back into place and straightened her skirt.

Returning to her desk she allowed herself a quick glance in Mac’s direction. His head was bent over his desk and he was oblivious to everyone around him. Still warm in the afterglow of her orgasm Jen took her seat and returned to her work.

Five minutes later her phone pinged. Still mostly focussed on the figures in front of her she puzzled at the text ‘new picture message’. Curious she opened the image. One tiny glance was enough to send a new jolt of wetness through her already damp panties.

I saw you looking. 😉

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TMI Tuesday – Fantasy

It is TMI Tuesday time again. For more TMI goodness you should really visit the blog here.

1. You have a new career as a Dom or Dominatrix are you in it for money or enjoyment?

Hmmm let me think about that….

Pleasure of course. I love the rush of having power over someone. I love being able to give pleasure with a slight twist of pain.

Despite the turn on of giving pleasure and some pain I don’t think I would be a very good professional Dominatrix. I am not hard ass enough or fully committed to inflicting pain and shame. So it absolutely would be a bad career choice for me.

2. Do you have a favorite spanking scenario? Do tell.

I do like a spank when I am being fucked from behind. There is something so tittilating about a man’s firm hand on my arse while his cock is being buried deep in my cunt.

Although I have never been restrained and had my arse exposed for spanking at the leisure of my keeper it is something I think I would like to experience. Maybe at some time in the future I may have an opportunity at the hands of a certain Silver Fox I met recently

3. Would you rather go topless to work or bottomless to a family dinner?

What a conundrum. I am proud of my breasts. In the right environment I will get them out with very little encouragement. At work? I think it would be a great way to not only get fired but also probably lose my license and be one of those famous cases trotted out to demonstrate to student teachers the importance of proper behaviour.

So I guess I am going to family dinner with no pants. Maybe I can bend the rules and wear a skirt with no panties.

4. Tell us your doctor-patient fantasy?

This is not one that I have ever really thought about. I guess doctors don’t really do it for me.

5. Tie me up and _____ my _____ .

Carrying on from number 2;

Bend me over the end of the bed. My skirt will be short so that my arse will be exposed. Pull down my panties so that you will have unfettered access to my arse for your pleasure. Tie me so that I cannot move. I won’t like being restrained and I may fight it, but I need you to prove to me that you are trustworthy.

I want you to take your pleasure from my exposed arse. What ever that may be. I hope it will involve some speaking but I also hope that it will involve you spreading my legs and splurging my cunt with your fingers, your tongue and finally with your cock.

Bonus: What is the last act of kindness you did for your partner, friend or family member?

Tonight I made my husband a drink, yesterday I made him a special breakfast for him. I found this question really difficult because these things come naturally and are just part of what we do in our family

Back to School

Whenever I tell a potential sex partner I am a teacher an image like the one above pops into their mind. Usually discussions about my profession involve some reference to a teacher they fantasised about during their high schooling or a comment like “maybe if my maths teacher was hot like you I would have paid attention in class” …

Of course you would.

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Really?

Whenever a man says this to me my mind instantly rejects it. I am 47 years old, slightly overweight and I teach the subject most people hate, Mathematics. I don’t even get the luxury of having those students who find Maths relatively easy. I teach Essential or Applied Maths. You know the Maths you do in high school because you pretty much have to and so you learn about how to calculate wages and the area of your backyard and ‘real life’ stuff like that. It is easy but you still hate it because it is Maths. So yes, my students don’t like my class.

Getting back to the sexy. The interplay of younger impressionable man with older experienced woman is something that I do find appealing, And there have definitely been moments when I could have followed that temptation, if I had allowed myself to. But I take the responsibilities of my job very seriously. It is a very slippery slope and it is best not to even contemplate sitting at the top of it.

In my ‘Gemma’ Life there have been moments when men have brought up the idea of bouncing my profession off our sex. That is ok if they are talking about wearing clothes like the above in the bedroom, or using my teacher voice to reprimand someone. That is actually very hot.

Sneaking into a classroom after hours for sex? NOPE, NOPE, NOPE! Apart from the extensive array of security cameras that cover my school, just NO! I guess this is what some would refer to as a ‘hard limit’. To maintain my sanity I have to work hard to keep the sexy me and the teacher me in separate places. The classroom is one place that sexy me never goes.