TMI Tuesday – Show and Tell Time

1. What time of the day do you feel the most energetic and what do you usually do in those moments?

I am a morning person through and through. It comes from growing up on a farm. As a teenager and young adult I found it impossible to sleep past around 6am. These days I find it easier and am more like most people who struggle to get out of bed before the sun is well and truly up. However I am absolutely one of those people who is fully functioning as soon as my feet hit the deck. At this time of the day I do all sorts, some form of exercise, writing, and even on occasions like today some baking.

2. What’s the coolest thing about your life?

There are many cool things about my life. One of them is that I work because I choose to. Teaching is hard and stressful and sometimes it feels as if you are banging your head against a wall. Actually most times it feels that way. But there are moments when you see kids being excellent and it suddenly becomes worth it.

I have a line manager who I have had a difficult history with. She has publicly and aggressively attacked my professionalism and knowledge more than once. The most liberating thing about my life? The moment I realised that I could leave any time I chose to. That there was no pressing financial or other reason for me to stay in a job if I felt it was crushing my soul. Once I had that realisation suddenly all of my manager’s issues became insignificant and my job became so much better.

3. When are you most yourself?

Hard question. I feel most free and honest when I am playing with my lover. In that space there is no emotional baggage, no need to forgive any hurts or deal with mundane every day things. It is also the space when I feel the most attractive and desirable.

When I was pole dancing there were a lot of times when I also felt this way. It is one of the reasons why I grieved so much when that environment was lost and why I have been so indecisive about finding another studio. What if they don’t like me there? What if I don’t fit in?

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4. Would you rather be an ugly genius or a hot moron?

It is hard to choose between these absolutes! Beauty is fleeting and also in the eye of the beholder. Genius is something that is so rare and extraordinary that it is noticed as much as beauty. At least that is what I would like to think. In all honesty The thing I would most like to be is ordinary. Ordinary people fade into the background and are always over looked.

5. Would you abandon your phone, internet, family, and friends for three months for a prize of 1 million dollars?

I have said many times recently that I would like to become a hermit. I had a conversation with someone who is much smarter than me about this and he told me some things about the reality of it. That was confronting. I am not as convinced now that it would be the Utopia that I imagine it to be.

Bonus: If you could wave a magic wand right now and have your life be perfect, what would that new life look like?

The possibilities are endless really. A perfect life would involve a larger house with a studio space for my sewing. Also maybe a fully equipped play space that is occupied regularly by some attentive skilled lovers would also be nice. Actually that would be a key part of the perfect life.

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TMI – Fantasy

1. To spice things up in the bedroom, how adventurous are you willing to be? (select one)

a. I have never role-played before and will need a lot of instruction.

b. I have tested the waters, but never acted out anything scripted.

c. I have got my feet wet and want more!

d. Dive in head first – nothing is too deep.

Role playing is not something that I have ever really done. I always felt very self conscious when I have thought about stuff like that. I am not confident enough in myself so if I had to choose one of the options I would be a)

2. What scenario peaks your interest most? Why?

a. Romantic and sensual

b. Playful and fun

c. Kinky! I want it all.

I am very much into sensual play. I love playing with different sensations tripping over the line between pleasure and pain. Doing this was one of the things I enjoyed most about my time with JB. Exploring that line, giving pleasure and some pain to increase his pleasure gave me no end of pleasure. It takes a great deal of trust and intimacy to achieve this kind of pleasure / pain. I hope that one day I will have the opportunity to experience that again.

3. Which of these is closest to your ideal setting for a fantasy?

a. A brothel

b. A dungeon

c. A bedroom

d. A prison cell

Taking into account my answer to question 2, I would choose a dungeon. It would indeed be the best place because it would contain implements and equipment that would enable me to play with the joys of pleasure – pain.

4. Which of the following toys would be prominently featured in your fantasy? (select one)

a. Feathers and whipped cream

b. Handcuffs, panty hose, and a necktie

c. Whips and chains

d. Ice cubes and a cold beer

Despite being interested in using a small amount of pain to increase pleasure I am not really a sadist. Extreme pain is not really something that interests me. My fantasies are about teasing by restraint so that I can give pleasure at my will. Restraining my partner means that I a also in control of my own pleasure which I can take at my own will. The tools that serve this are definitely hand cuffs and neckties. The pantyhose are part of the teasing.

5. It is time to take your sexy self to fantasy island, which fantasy will you bring to life to rock your lover’s world?

a. The Sassy Sexy Jersey Whore: Gaudy, Flashy, Showy…totally Jersey!

b. Kinky Cook: It’s all about the spice! Heating things up in the kitchen.

c. Naughty Maid: Your feather duster will tickle more than just the dust on the shelves.

d. Doctor Love: Saving lives and breaking hearts but not before you administer a head-to-toe physical examination.

e. Frisky Fireman: A hose so long you can put out several of the hottest fires and leave a smoldering heap as proof of a job well done.

As I have already said my role playing experience is very limited. Looking at the list above a couple of things come to mind.

C. Naughty maid: I have a thing for the Rocky Horror Show. I love the costumes, the music and have seen the stage show a couple of times. Because of this I have always wanted a maid outfit. I guess I have never really had a reason to buy one. I know you don’t need a reason to buy lingerie but Mr Jones really isn’t into the dressing up thing and so I don’t want to buy an outfit that would go to waste so to speak. I am sure sometime in the future an opportunity will present itself.

E. The fireman: I have had a couple of sexy encounters with men who work as firemen. They lived up to the image that is sometimes put out there about men who are strong and very attentive. Sadly for various reasons they didn’t stay in my life for very long. Maybe one day they will rescue me again.

Bonus: Tell us about your craziest or wildest role-playing adventure.

So my experience is limited. The craziest thing that comes to mind was an adventure I embarked on many years ago that involved me visiting a man in a hotel room. His wife had asked me to dress in lingerie with a coat over the top and give her man a lap dance while he was restrained. The restraint lasted as long as the dance and some very sexy fun ensued. The build up for me was intense as walking through a hotel wearing nothing but underwear was tittilating and a little nerve wracking. I quite enjoyed that young man and I believe he very much enjoyed me.

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The Pink Seam: An amazing mind with some great erotic fiction.

Mr A: A gentle soul, always a gentleman, always well dressed.

Flashback – The Shittest Day Ever

Recently I came across a USB in my desk drawer that had a whole bunch of things on it I had written. Some of it had been published on Erotic Adventures and some possibly on Literotica. I am slowly working my way through it, dusting off some of the stories and publishing them here.


Thursday was the shittest day. Emma couldn’t remember the last time she had such a shit day. It was the end of the financial year so all of the finance team were already stressed. Then, the server crashed. Reporting and finalising of  accounts ground to a halt. The air in the office was thick with stress. All of Emma’s team congregated in the lunch room trying to keep out of the way of the Financial Controller who was pacing around in between terse phone calls to the IT department.

Finally at around three pm everything was up and running. Everything had to be closed out before anyone was allowed to go home. It didn’t matter that it was Friday. It definitely didn’t matter that Emma’s best friend had organised drinks, followed by dinner to celebrate their birthday. No one was going home until everything was finalised.

Emma worked frantically. She desperately wanted to finish so she could go and join her friends. But there was still hours of data to work through. Around four the texts started coming,

Are you coming out, it is going to be a great night!

You should get down here we are going to have a blinder!

And so on. Eventually Emma turned her phone off. Not being able to go join the drunken party was just making her day worse. Sometime around six pm she the numbers on the screen were blurring together. Emma had mostly finished her part of the rollover but there were a few more little things to check authorise. The frustration of missing her friend’s birthday and trying to rush a day’s work into a few hours was overwhelming. Numbers on the screen in front of her blurred. She decided to get a few moments of fresh air before running her final check.

Quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone from their stressed, hurried work she took herself quietly out of the office and up the fire escape stairs. A few moments of outside air on the rooftop balcony was all she was seeking.  Her hands were shaking as she gripped the railing around the rooftop balcony. For a few blissful moments she stood looking at the street below and the lights of the cars hurrying past on their way home. She sucked deep breaths into her body, forcibly blocking out the thoughts of work. It worked a little, the stress started to drain out of her body.

Behind her a door opened shattering her moment of sanity. Footsteps crunched on the concrete behind her. Emma’s knuckles whitened as she gripped the railing and continued to breathe deeply desperately hanging on to the calm that she had found inside herself. She resisted the temptation to turn and see who it was until they were standing beside her. Only when she sensed a body beside her did she turn her head slightly. A sense of relief twisted through her as she recognised Tim, one of the sales managers. He wasn’t part of her team and was excused from her hellish day. His day had probably been all sunshine and lunches with clients. Emma felt a stab of jealousy before she reminded herself that he was also still at work at 6pm. Maybe he wasn’t part of her hell, but he was likely part of his own.

Maybe it was the insanity of the situation, maybe it was the stress she thought she had banished, but as she looked at his tall lean body a burning desire to be bent over the railing and have the life fucked out of her took over.

“I heard you guys are having a shit day,” he commented quietly as he leaned against the balcony railing.

“Yep it is a ripper,” she replied. They stood for a moment watching the traffic. A million things raced through Emma’s head but she couldn’t bring herself to say any of them. Emma knew she should already be back at her desk but she dallied for a moment longer. Tim didn’t say any more to her, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.  Disappointed Emma squared her shoulders, bracing herself before she went back into the onslaught.  “I better get back,” she muttered from the corner of her mouth. She decided not to flirt. Being rejected would just make this day even more shit and she had more than enough of that.

As she took her first steps the heel of her shoe caught in a crack in the concrete and she found herself lying on the ground looking up at a startled Tim.

“Are you OK?” he asked as he bent over her.

It was all too much, Emma burst into tears. As she lay on the concrete howling it seemed like the day couldn’t possibly get any worse. Of all the people to fall over in front of and to top it off she felt her ankle swelling already.  Tim hovered around looking nervous and uncertain. His flapping irritated Emma enough to make her pull herself together.

“Are you OK?” he asked again. A deep furrow formed in the middle of his forehead.

Emma took a deep breath, “I think I will be OK. My ankle hurts like hell though.”

Tim reached down and carefully felt her ankle. “Yep that isn’t going to tickle tomorrow. You should get some ice on it straight away.” Thoughts of the reports waiting to be checked crowded into her mind.

“Can you stand?” Tim was entirely focused on her ankle.

Emma stood up carefully but almost collapsed as her ankle gave way again. Tim caught her as she stumbled. His tall lean body seemed to fit around her perfectly. Was it stress induced delirium or did he hold her just a little bit too tight?

“I guess not,” she smiled wryly at him.

Tim half carried her to the first aid room where he helped her onto the bed and then fussed around looking for bandages and ice packs. Emma forgot about her throbbing ankle as he bent in front her looking for bandages in the cupboard. The fabric of his trousers stretched tightly over his ass. Emma’s palms twitched with a desire to reach out and cup that perfect roundness. She wondered what it would be like to grip his naked ass as he thrust himself into her. He stood up with a bandage in his hand. As he turned around in the tiny space he fell against her. Maybe she moved her foot just a little.

“I am so sorry,” he looked a little awkward and made to move away. Emma moved her good leg around his calf and pressed her hand against his crotch.

“I am not sorry,” she looked into his eyes.

“Ummmmm what if someone walks in here?” Tim allowed himself to study Emma’s cleavage which had suddenly appeared between some opened buttons. Under Emma’s hand she felt his cock begin to harden. A small flash of triumph began to brighten the horizon of this shit, shit day. Just to make sure he knew what she wanted Emma gripped his ass firmly pushing him against her.

Suddenly his mouth was on hers. His hands were inside her blouse and she had opened his pants. Her hand wrapped around his hard cock. Tim’s eyes widened in surprise for a brief moment before they filled with a look of unbridled lust.

Emma looked up with a devilish twinkle in her eyes that showed no signs of her earlier tears. “I do believe there is a lock on the door.”

Perhaps Thursday would turn out to be not so shit after all.

TMI Tuesday – Sex Olympics

1. In the bedroom, what makes you insecure?

My body. As I get older it seems that I am destined to be curvier and heavier. I know that I could become fit and “shredded” but honestly I would rather put the time and effort into writing things to go on these pages and spending time with my family.

2. In the bedroom, what makes you a champion?

I am a squirter. In the eyes of my most recent lovers this is something that is a wonder to behold. It was one of the things that JB was most fascinated by. He would press his face against my cunt and try to drink all of the liquid that came out of me.

When I get really excited I am almost unable to control myself. I cannot contain myself or my ejaculation. My lovers find this intensely exciting and in their eyes it makes me a champion. Most recently I was told that my abilities had spoiled all future encounters with other women. I think that is a little bit over the top but a nice compliment nonetheless.

3. When it comes to sexy time, I earn a gold medal _____ .

For sucking cock. I love it and I pride myself on being good at it.

Most of my lovers seem to feel that my skills are on par. So I hope that I am not mistaken.

4. At the sexolympics, in which sport will you compete

a. Artistic, synchronized water sex in the pool

b. Freestyle naked wrestling\

c. Artistic naked gymnastics

I am not a huge fan of sex in pools or spas. They are great places to get into the right mood but sex in a pool is not my thing. Neither is gymnastics. I am definitely not coordinated enough to do gymnastics.

Freestyle wrestling is definitely my thing.

5. Your significant other’s ex is coming to town and he/she wants to go out to dinner with them alone. How do you react?

a. It’s okay, no problem.

b. Not thrilled, but go ahead.

c. Not just no… HELL no!

A funny thing happened once. Before he met me Mr Jones dated a woman who was related by marriage to his sister. Unknown to me this woman attended family events that were held at his sister’s house. I wasn’t until one evening that I ran into a student at one of these events that the story of his previous girlfriend still being part of the family came to life. The student was the child of this woman born after she and Mr Jones parted company. He was far from being a model student and I am grateful that he was not my stepchild.

Despite the fact that I was unaware of the situation I wasn’t bothered to find out that Mr Jones’s ex was just around the corner the whole time. I am happy and confident that any ex-girlfriend is not a threat to me.

Bonus: What kind of fidelity (being faithful) is more important to you?

a. Physical/Sexual.

b. Mental/Emotional.

c. Neither is important.

d. Both are equally important

Definitely b. But probably not in the sense that you would imagine. Our general culture demands absolute fidelity from our partners. For myself and Mr Jones this is not right. One person cannot be expected to provide all the emotional and physical needs of the other. You would not expect one person to be the only friend in your life because different friendships fulfill different needs and give different perspectives on life. I feel that this is the same in the romantic space. Why try and fit your significant other or primary relationship or spouse into all the nooks and crannies? Why not explore possibilities.

With that mindset fidelity becomes about something else. It becomes about honesty and respect. When pursuing multiple relationships one must be honest. Absolutely honest. Because there must be trust and this cannot happen without honesty. With honesty and trust comes respect. When pursuing other relationships it is important to be constantly communicating with and listening to your main partner. Their feelings are just as important. And so fidelity is not as simple as not fucking someone else or not falling in love with another person. It is deeper, richer and much more satisfying.

Note to self: I feel there is a whole post here which I may work on over the weekend.

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Guilty Pleasures

In the darkness sheets twist around my legs. Outside cicadas buzz, giving constant background noise that always go hand in hand with humid summer nights. In the corner of the room a pedestal fan oscillates from side to side. The frantic action of the blades a false advertisement for the puny relief they bring from the oppressive air in the room. I toss over, trying to get comfortable, chasing elusive sleep around the sweat dampened bed.

My legs fall open just as the head of the fan makes another pass. A puff of air brushes my pussy. It is like the caress from a lover. A shiver rushes through me. My legs press together. Alone in the darkness my hand strays downwards until my fingers press the lips of my labia together. Short crinkly pubic hair crunches against my fingers as I massage my clitoris through the lips of my labia. The pressure increases my arousal but the heat around me saps my energy.

Beside my bed my tablet lurks. It whispers to me. Telling me tales of the guilty pleasures lurking on the internet. Without making a conscious decision I find myself opening the screen and navigating to the familiar website. I don’t have this tab saved in my favourites. I don’t want to admit to myself that this is what I look at. Late at night when I can’t sleep, when I can’t lie still, when then hunger knaws at me.

Images flicker onto the screen. Young men stroking themselves. Their hands are wrapped around their hard cocks as they display themselves for an unseen audience. They are amateurs, like me they are feeding a secret, sometimes guilty pleasure of being on display for unseen watchers. Some the watchers are women, like myself watching silently, not announcing themselves. Others are men, loud and demanding the way men can be. In the chat box their comments roll through complimenting and encouraging. Some of them asking to see cum.

I slide my dildo between my legs. The cold glass contrasting against the heat. My pussy is wet and the smooth glass slides easily. I watch the screen entranced by the stroke of the man’s hand stimulating the hard velvety skin of his cock. The dildo slides inside me. I know the places to stroke. I know the exact amount of pressure to apply. My other hand strokes my clit, rubbing familiar circles.

I can feel the orgasm niggling at the edge of my brain. I know that I could push myself over the brink with a few, well placed strokes but I want to wait a little. I slow the rate of my stroking, sliding the glass shaft slowly in and out of my slick cunt. The sound of the fan blends with slick, wet noises. On the screen in front of me the hand strokes faster. The messages on the screen show that he is close.

The orgasm pushes at the edge of my consciousness. A familiar pressure started to build in my pussy. I know that I could push it away but I am impatient. The point of no return approaches. I thrust the glass shaft deeper inside me. Harder and faster, my fingers work faster, my breathing becomes harder and faster.

White fluid spurts over the man’s hand. In my room a muted moan accompanies the sound of the fan. The orgasm shuddered through me. My feet twisted the sheets as a small jet of liquid splashed over my thighs, covering my own hand. For long moments I lie enjoying the chemicals zinging through me. The heavy glass dildo resting on my thigh. All my muscles relax and sleep comes closer. I don’t want to move too much and disturb this peace but I have to remove the signs of my indulgence. Even now I don’t want to admit that I succumbed to my weakness.

My tablet is returned. The website removed from my screen, my dildo is stashed beneath my pillow. I fall asleep with my hand resting on the cool surface covered by the drying juice of my guilty pleasure.

This post is part of Wicked Wednesday Week 401. I haven’t used the prompt but was inspired by some conversations I had with fellow bloggers as well as some sexy material that was sent to me by a twitter follower.

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TMI Tuesday

1. If you had to wear a t-shirt with just one word on it for an entire year, what would it say?

I devoted a fair bit of thought to this question. I could not think of one word but I could think of a gesture that would cover most situations.

2. What movie did your parents let you watch as a kid that they definitely should not have?

My parents were true purists when it came to controlling my television watching. I wasn’t even allowed to watch Dr Who or anything that didn’t fit with ultra conservative. As a teenager I “escaped” to boarding school where there were fewer restrictions on my television.

At a party with some friends I started watching The Amityville Horror. I couldn’t watch all of it and to this day have not been able to stomach horror films.

3. What are your hopes for this day?

It is evening as I write this. I stayed up late last night working on my Wicked Wednesday contribution for this week. So my hope for this evening is that I can sleep all night without interruption.

4. What is holding you back from going after what you want?

Knowing what I want.

If only I had a good handle on that I would be able to make it happen.

5. If you could make a rule for a day and everyone had to follow it, what would it be?

Be kind.

The world would be a much better place if people followed that rule.

Bonus: What is one thing you refuse to share? Why?

I really don’t like sharing cock. I am greedy like that. I don’t mean that I want exclusive claim on the cock that I enjoy. All of my partners, Mr Jones especially, are free to have sex with whoever they want. But when they are fucking me I don’t like to share. I want all of the cock, for myself.

The only time I will share is with Mr Jones who sometimes likes to explore a cock himself.

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