TMI Tuesday – Sexy Sentences

It seems I cannot get myself organised these days no matter how hard I try. I am determined to keep writing. I hope you all enjoy this little story I put together with these prompts.

1. He _____ inside me repeatedly.

Our greeting was the same as always. A gentle kiss that deepened as our bodies pressed together. The kiss ended as he slowly removed my clothing and laid me down on the bed. He positioned himself between my legs and began exploring my thighs with his mouth. His hands pushed my knees further apart as his tongue circled my outer labia before breaking through to my hot wet cunt. He looked up into my face as he slid his fingers in and out of me repeatedly.

2. What excited me most was _____ and _____ .

After he fucked me with his fingers he bent down and tasted my cunt. One taste was more than he could bear. He pressed his face hard against me as his tongue slid through all of my folds stroking my swollen clit and dipping into my opening. I was moaning and thrashing around the bed when he pulled away and stood above me.

The two things that excited me most about this man were the tongue that had just ravished me and the gorgeous cock that now stood out proudly in front of him. I adored his cock right from the glistening pre cum that was forming at the tip along the soft velvet skin of the shaft to the tight balls nestling at the base. I sat up and began to worship him properly.

3. I lounged around naked on the couch with my _____ .

After we had fucked hard and long we rested together. I lounged around naked on the red leather of the couch with my head resting on his shoulder. My fingers stroked the soft skin of his belly before trailing down to explore the soft relaxed skin of his balls.

We talked about many things, past relationships, past experiences and fantasies. He told me he wanted to be bound and teased. A germ of an idea began to grow in my mind…

4. Still bound and begging, and he _____ .

He lay in the middle of the bed with his hands tied above his head. There was a little fear in his eyes as I straddled his naked torso. I bent over his face, letting my breasts graze his lips. Hungrily he raised his head trying to taste my nipples. But they were just out of his reach.

I ground my cunt against his body, pleasuring myself against him. He responded by writhing against his bonds. I dipped my fingers down into my slit, touching myself and covering my fingers with my juice. I reached up and touched his lips letting him taste me.

Greedily he sucked away every last drop. “Please,” he begged. “I need to taste your pussy. I need to feel you.” He looked into my eyes. I moved my pussy lower so that his cock rested against my wetness. He moved his hips against my opening. I arched my back, moving away from him. His hands balled into fists, straining against the bonds. His eye begged as he thrust towards me.

5. After _____ I gently unbound him.

I lowered myself onto his waiting cock. His length filled me slowly. For a moment I paused, enjoying the feeling of his cock inside me. Then, slowly I began to move. Riding his magnificent cock, grinding down on him. Our eyes met and he mouthed the words,

“Tell me.”

I lost control as the orgasm shuddered through me. My juices spurted over his belly. He thrust himself deep inside me and I felt the orgasm rising again. His body and the bed were covered with my juice.

After I was spent I gently unbound him. He flexed his hands before flipping me over and dragging me towards him.

“I am not finished with you.”

Bonus: All I can think of is how quickly I can clear my schedule to meet him again.

This post is part of TMI Tuesday for July 28. Click here to see who else is confessing.

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Saturday Sex Interview – Trial by Fire

This is the second set of questions that was published in Your Sex Interview and follows on from last week’s initial interview. You can read Firsts here

Question 1: What is something you desire sexually that you will not tell your significant other? (if you’re single, what would you not tell your next partner?)

I can’t think of anything that I won’t tell Mr Jones eventually. Sometimes I find it difficult to express what I want in words but it does eventually come out. Strangely I find it easier to discuss sexual fantasies when I am actually having sex. In between discussing groceries and work schedules I really struggle.

Question 2: What is something a lover often did/does that you didn’t/don’t really like, but you didn’t have the heart to tell them it didn’t do it for you as much as they thought?

Early in our marriage I really struggled with a lot of things sexually. Despite my idea that I was sexually open I guess I had a very fixed mindset about certain things. Mr Jones is not really into lacy lingerie and often requested me to wear other clothing that he found arousing. It made me feel weird to wear it and I resisted. It caused a lot of tension but over the years I have relaxed about it. It isn’t really my thing but wearing something that turns him on is arousing to me because he enjoys it.

Question 3: What is the most embarrassing thing that you have thought about while masturbating lately? (the last month or two)

I am not a huge watcher of porn but what I do watch when I am masturbating is men masturbating. I love watching a man pleasure himself. Through a Twitter follower I have discovered a website that features people livestreaming themselves masturbating and having sex. (The internet really is for porn!). The male channel is of course overrun with gay men. I am definitely in the minority.

Recently I branched out to watching gay couples and trios playing together. I am not embarrassed by this exactly but I do feel like it is a bit weird.

Question 4: What do you think is the hottest thing about you, or the hottest thing that you do from the perspective of those who have sex with you? (bonus: include the 2 or 3 hottest things)

So the thing that seems to get most guys going is the squirting thing. I have posted about squirting a few times on my page. It took me a long time to go from being curious to being a virtual “ridiculous” fountain. Men love it! One of the sexiest memories was the first encounter with JB. After getting comfortable touching me and being naked with a couple he asked me shyly if I would squirt on his face. It was so beautiful and made him so happy.

I frequently get complimented on both my breasts and my arse. Looking at your own arse is hard and I don’t see the attraction myself but hey if you like looking I am gonna show you.

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Question 5: What is something that you would do if it was more acceptable and nobody would mind or judge you for?

Be more open about my lifestyle. I think a lot of people want to know about what happens in open relationships but they don’t know who and what to ask. It also frightens me how many people have misconceptions about anything except lights off missionary position sex.

Friday Flashback – Slice

Of late I have been wading through old posts from my first blog and stuff hanging around on my computer that I am not sure has seen the light of day. I came across this piece of flash fiction. I actually really liked this one and thought I would share it again.

“I’ll have this sliced please.” I hefted the piece of rump I had just selected from the cabinet over the counter to Bob.

“Sure thing.” If there ever was a real life example of a stereotypical cheery butcher it was Bob. He was a bear of a man with massive forearms and the biggest smile I have ever seen. Grinning from ear to ear he ran his knife over the steel hanging from his belt with lightning fast strokes.

“How would you like it? Thick or thin.”

“Oh she definitely likes it thick,” his partner Glen, another cheery butcher joined the banter.

“Hmmm, well, yes I do believe she does.” Bob thumped the rump down on his workbench and began slicing. His knife eased through the meat like it was butter. Watching his big, capable hands wielding the knife made me think of those hands handling another kind of meat.

Bob is very much a man’s man. Nothing makes him happier than a few beers and a weekend of fishing with his mates. Glen is his business partner, drinking buddy and fishing accomplice. The two of them are an institution in the small country town of Innes Springs. Their shop in the middle of town is a compulsory stop for any shopping trip and they serve big smiles and good humour along with the best steaks I have ever tasted.

A few weeks ago I was enjoying a quiet Friday night drink at the local when these two parked themselves on the bar stools on either side of me. This wasn’t all that unusual. We occasionally whiled away a Friday night drinking, playing pool and swapping fishing yarns. The three of us were single and so it seemed a natural thing for us all to hang out together. I never was that interested in the crap women carry on with and so spending the evening with two blokes suited me fine.

That night started out normal but it didn’t take long to change course. Maybe it was the moon, which was full. Or maybe Mavis, the bartender, put something in our drinks. Whatever it was the conversation over our first game of pool took on a decidedly racy turn.

We only got one game in that night. By the end racy, comments and a couple of not so subtle strokes across my arse by Bob had me feeling decidedly horny. I love the feel of a big strong man next to me and Bob fitted the bill very nicely. So when Bob suggested a visit to his house I didn’t say no.

Glen is not too shabby either, so when Bob suggested he tag along I didn’t say no again. The three of us covered the three blocks from the pub to Bob’s house in no time flat. I was pressed between the two men and each one covered one of my butt cheeks with one of their huge hands.

We stumbled through the front door together, clawing at each other’s clothes; me kissing each guy in turn while the other pressed against my back, cupping my breasts and nuzzling my neck. We all fell onto the bed in a pile of arms, legs and hands stroking and pawing at each other.

I wormed my way up the bed, still pressed between the guys. Glen followed me kissing my lips hard and passionately. For a few moments his hands were all over my body and then they seemed to disappear. It took a few moments to register and then I opened my eyes to one of the hottest sights I have ever seen.

Both brawny guys were pressed against me, nuzzling my neck and breasts but each guy was stroking the other guy’s cock. I paused for a moment adjusting my thinking to this new facet of Bob and Glen.

“Is this cool?” Bob looked very concerned.

“Fuck! It is the hottest thing I have ever seen.” There was a tangible feeling of relief in the room. “I just hope I don’t get left out because I DON’T have a penis.”

“Oh baby,” Glen stroked my face. “I love Bob’s cock and I love watching him cum but the thing that gets me really going is watching him fuck a pussy and putting his sweet cum in there.”

My eyes flicked down to Bob who was kneeling beside me on the bed wanking himself. Glen whispered in my ear,

“Doesn’t he have such a nice thick cock? Don’t you want to feel it fucking you and filling you with cum?”

My eyes were glued to Bob’s hand moving up and down his shaft. He did indeed have a beautiful thick member and I did indeed want him to fuck me. Glen kneeled on the other side of me. His own cock stood out in front of him and Bob reached over and took it in his hand stroking both of them now.

Glen reciprocated, leaning down and taking Bob’s cock into his mouth for several hard, fast sucks before he broke away and pressed Bob towards me.

“Fuck her hard mate.” He whispered.

Lily’s Awakening Part 4 – Unveiling

Lily checked the address for the third time. Yes, she was in the right place. It all seemed so surreal. The address Jenna had given her was in an industrial estate. The only thing that confirmed she was in the right place was a small sign in the window of one of the buildings. A classic silhouette of a woman striking a pose on a pole and the name “Scoundrels Dance Studio” A line of cars were parked in the surrounding area filling the carparking spaces of Motor Mechanics, Air-conditioning sales and other assorted businesses who, like most places, were closed on Saturday night.

The sliding door to the building opened and some women came out with robes over what Lily had to assume were their performance costumes. They seemed unconcerned about their unusual dress and stood around the entrance vaping. Other people arrived and made their way through the sliding door. Some of them seemed hesitant and unsure, the way Lily felt. It gave her comfort to know she was not the only one feeling awkward. Taking a deep breath she sent a quick text to Jenna before making her way across the street.

Jenna greeted her at the door, dressed in tiny shorts and a large t-shirt. Her make up was unlike anything Lily had ever seen. She seemed so exotic it was almost impossible to recognise her.

“Come in!” Jenna hugged Lily. Her eyes were glittering with excitement. Lily’s fears were slowly being replaced by awe at the environment she found herself in. It was like a strange mix of strip club combined with dance school recital. Student performers, like Jenna, made up and dressed in robes or oversized shirts like Jenna escorted their supporters to seats. Lily was surprised at the variety of supporters, boyfriends, mothers, sisters, friends young and old, it was an eclectic mix.

The show itself passed by in a blur of sparkly costumes female strength and athleticism. Lily was astounded by the way Jenna seemed to effortlessly hoist herself around and still look sexy at the same time. In between performances on the poles other women displayed their burlesque skills. Lily thought that burlesque was something that belonged in the speakeasies of the wild west or in some exotic bar in Europe. She never expected to encounter it in an industrial building in the inner suburbs of Brisbane.

Another thing she didn’t expect was her fascination with the women performing. They were all regular women. Some were young, some, astoundingly, were well into their 50’s but most were like Lily, somewhere in the middle of their life journey. Their bodies told the stories of their lives, stretch marks from pregnancies, scars from surgeries, curves from enjoying dinner with friends, tattoos, pericings and smiles. Smiles of women who had found their tribe, women who were learning to love themselves exactly how and what they were.

But the thing that filled Lily’s senses was the boobs. So many different sizes and shapes, covered with elaborate bras, crop tops and sometimes pasties. They all jiggled and bounced and enticed. Never in her life had Lily seen so many breasts in the flesh. She suddenly realised that she loved them and a need to explore them took over. She thought back to the lesbian porn she had enjoyed. Was she becoming a lesbian?

Later she found herself in a bar with Jenna drinking shots. Jenna sat opposite her dressed in a tiny black dress. Lily found herself gazing at her friend’s breasts that seemed to be in danger of spilling out. Jenna didn’t seem to care. Lily had the very strong impression that, on one level, Jenna wanted to expose herself. She seemed to enjoy the attention she was attracting.

The same song that Jenna had performed her dance to earlier came on. Jenna grabbed Lily’s hand and led her on to the dance floor.

“I love this song so much,”

The alcohol she had consumed burned in Lily’s veins. Normally she would have shied away from this place, those drinks and dancing with a woman like Jenna, but tonight she couldn’t stop looking at her. Jenna pulled her close and wrapped her arms around Lily.

“Let’s give those boys something to look at,” she spoke into Lily’s ear above the music.

The feeling of Jenna’s body against hers and the scent of her jolted Lily straight in the groin. Hesitantly she wrapped her arms around Jenna pressing herself against the other woman. Jenna was already taller than Lily, but her shoes lifted her another six inches. Lily found herself staring almost straight at the breasts that had fascinated her since the first day they had met. In the dim light of the club she wasn’t sure but it seemed as if she could see Jenna’s nipples through the fabric of her dress. With a jolt she realised that Jenna wasn’t wearing a bra. The only thing between Jenna’s breast and Lily’s face was a thin piece of fabric.

Lily’s cunt throbbed. The music drove her to move rhythmically in time with Jenna. Before she realised Jenna’s hands were on her butt.

“You are so fucking hot,” Jenna’s voice penetrated her thoughts, “I really want to kiss that beautiful mouth,”

Lily didn’t give herself time to think, she simply tilted her head upwards to look into Jenna’s eyes. At that moment there was nothing else in her mind except the desire she could see burning in the other woman’s eyes.

The kiss was everything Lily’ had fantasised about and at the same time nothing like she expected. The softness and the gentle way they met struck a chord deep inside her. Lily tilted her hips harder against Jenna’s leg and she lifted her hands to twist her fingers into Jenna’s hair. She pressed her lips harder against the other woman opening her mouth to let Jenna’s tongue tentatively explore her mouth.

It seemed as if her cunt was on fire. Instead of satisfying her, kissing Jenna had only awakened a deep need for more. Lily desperately wanted to tear the dress away and touch Jenna’s body. She wanted to taste all of her and feel all of her nakedness. With a shock she realised that she wanted more than to explore breasts. She wanted to look at Jenna’s pussy and taste the sweet salt of her. She became aware of Jenna’s hand on her butt gripping her, pushing her against her leg. Like a child riding a pony, Lily ground down enjoying the stimulation. Jenna’s hand slid over Lily’s hips and pulled her dress up. Her fingers slid inside the leg of her panties.

Like a wanton slut Lily moved her leg to allow Jenna’s fingers to slide inside and stroke her pussy. Looking up she saw a strange glint in her friend’s eye.

“Someone is a little excited,” Jenna smiled. Her finger continued to stroke. Lily felt as if her legs were about to give way.

“I think we need to take this somewhere else,”

This post is part of Wicked Wednesday prompt #425. Click on the link below to see who else is being wicked this week.

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Saturday Sex Interview – Firsts

I have made a couple of posts featuring questions from Your Sex Interview. For personal reasons the blogger has made his blog private so cannot link it here but I love the intimate, far reaching style of the questions. He has put together some sets of questions that I thought would be fun to share with you here. So here goes set 1 – Firsts.

Question 1: Describe the first time you experienced an orgasm with another person? (could be any kind of contact not necessarily intercourse)

Sadly I my first orgasm seems to be buried in the depths of my past and does not resonate in my mind as a life changing experience. I learned to masturbate when I was relatively young. I struggled to communicate my desires and what makes me tic to many, many lovers including Mr Jones. So often my best and most resonating orgasms have been self assisted.

I do remember well the first time that Mr Jones and I had sex. In those days I was still governed by some sense of catholic morality and had deemed that we would not have sex until we had been together for a while, I think initially I wanted to wait for a month. My resolve crumbled. We had been somewhere, perhaps overnight camping, I don’t remember but I do remember being together in his room and his cock entering me for the first time. I loved his cock from the first time I saw it, so beautiful. I remember having an orgasm simply from being penetrated. It was un heard of for me.

That fuck and that orgasm sealed the deal for me. He was the one.

Question 2: Describe the time you first saw someone’s private parts? (in a romantic/sexual context)

In high school my boyfriend and I used to sneak into the squash courts to make out during lunch time. I was a boarder and so my socialising was extremely limited. We had very little opportunity to see each other outside of school. It was during these sessions that I reached my hand into a boy’s pants for the first time to feel and later see a real live penis. From memory it was not unattractive to me. It would be a couple of years before I put one in my mouth though.

That event did change my sexual identity.

Question 3: What would you watch first if you were given a magic video library that included videos of every sexual encounter of every living adult on earth? (who, what, where, when, who with, etc.)

I am not really in to watching porn. Watching actual people have actual sex in a live setting is more my scene. So the idea of watching a video of people having sex is not massively appealing. Having said that I do have a weakness for watching a man masturbate. If I could choose any video of any sexual act it would be to watch Johnny masturbate. Oh wait, I already have one of those videos. I guess I don’t need the library.

Question 4: First sexual word/phrase that enters your mind in response to the following prompts:

◦ Big: ?

Cock

◦ Hot: ?

Summer day, wearing a bikini

◦ Tempting: ?

Mmmmmm what I could do with that pretty cock.

◦ People might think I’m a perv if they knew:  ?

I like to surreptitiously look at the front of men’s pants and speculate about what is in there,

◦ I wish I could:  ?

Eat ice-cream every day without getting fat.

Question 5: What is the first thing you would say if your significant other sat you down and asked if one of their friends could join you both for a three way?

The three way thing is not a bother to me. My husband and I have had many of these and I throughly enjoyed all of them.

The problem with this scenario is my husband’s friends. I am not sure if I am up to have sex with most of them. To be perfectly honest I am not sure they could keep up with me!

Lily’s Awakening – Part 3, Epiphany

Lily’s relationship with Jenna is growing and taking Lily in a direction she never knew she needed.

“Oh my God!” Jenna placed her lunch on the table and flopped into a chair at the only table in the rooftop garden they both retreated to for lunch every day. “Rob is the most frustrating man to work with.”

Lily smiled knowingly and took a sip of her coffee.

“I mean what the fuck is it with asking you to do a task and then making you feel like an idiot because you haven’t done what he wanted and THEN taking your work and pretending it is his! Like WHAT the ACTUAL FUCK!” Jenna’s face was red with anger and her chest heaved as she sat scowling at her lunch.

“He has got me so worked up that I don’t even want my coffee,” Jenna thumped the mug onto the table.

“Yeh he does that.” Lily’s calm response hid a turmoil of her own. The fantasy of kissing Jenna would not leave her. Sitting opposite the raging woman added fuel to the fire. In her anger she seemed even more like a goddess, fierce, and glorious. Her breasts heaved under her shirt pulling apart the lapels feeding Lily’s obsession with seeing them naked.

“He isn’t even hot,” Jenna’s rage was passing and this last comment sounded like a childish tantrum.

“Oh my god imagine being his wife,” Lily giggled.

“I would rather not,” Jenna retorted, “Poor thing having to fuck someone with such a small cock.”

Lily was mildly shocked. After several weeks of sharing lunch breaks, she was still not entirely comfortable with Jenna’s bluntness. Apart from Jenna she had never thought about any of the people she worked with in a sexual way. The idea of imagining her colleagues naked was completely out of character for her. Talking about the size of a man’s penis so casually seemed weird.

An awkward silence descended. Lily had no idea how to respond with Jenna’s last statement. Jenna looked across the table at her.

“Don’t tell me you have never thought about the size of the partners’ junk,” a wry smile twisted at the corners of Jenna’s mouth.

“Of course not!” Lily could feel the heat rising in her cheeks.

“Why not?” Jenna’s voice was matter of fact. “Do you think they pay you the same courtesy and not fantasise about your boobs?”

It was all she could do to not squirm in her seat thinking about the number of times she had fantasised about Jenna’s boobs. “No,” she managed to squeak.

“So why is it so bad that we think about the size of their junk then?” Jenna took a sip of her coffee and opened her lunch.

“I don’t know,” Lily couldn’t look Jenna in the eye. “I guess it is just something I was always taught that nice girls don’t do,”

There was a pause as Jenna studied Lily closely. Her face was unreadable, but she was thinking about something.

“And where do you think being a nice girl is going to get you in this world?” The challenge in the question was undeniable. “Nice girls always end up getting screwed over.”

Lily took a breath and considered what Jenna had just said. She had been raised by conservative, Christian parents to be a nice girl. To be demure and lady like. Her parents had succeeded. She had been a virgin when she met the man she married. They had the white picket fence dream and the nice girl seemed to be on top of things. Until she had come home one day to find another woman’s underwear on her bedroom floor.

In the wash up as her marriage disintegrated Lily was forced to face up to some harsh realities about the white picket fence dream. The harshest one was being told by her husband that the reason why he had cheated was that she was “so fucking boring, especially in bed.”

It had been five years since these events. She had worked hard to establish herself at her new job and build a home for herself and her sons. Sitting here opposite this self-assured, opinionated woman it hit her hard between the eyes. She WAS too nice, nice girls did get screwed over.

There was defeat in her voice as she replied, “I guess you are right.”

Jenna sat in silence, eating her lunch, Lily finished her coffee. Feelings tumbled chaotically through her as she lay back in her chair looking up at the sky. She thought she had come so far with repairing her life, but this conversation made her realise that she still had a long way to go.

“What do you think about boobs?” The question hit Lily between the eyes making her sit straight up to face Jenna.

“Sorry?” Lily didn’t think she had heard right.

“Do you like looking at naked women?” Lily couldn’t understand how the hell Jenna kept such a straight face when she talked about this stuff. She knew she couldn’t even begin to form the words in her mind let alone ask someone that kind of thing while keeping a straight face.

“Welllll. I’m not a lesbian if that is what you mean?” The memory of looking at the lesbian porn while she masturbated prodded at her conscience. Heat burned under her collar and up Lily’s neck.  

Jenna laughed. “Fuck you are such an innocent! It isn’t about falling in love with them, it is about appreciating their body. Looking at other people and appreciating their beauty in a non-sexual way is a great way to get more comfortable with your own body actually.”

The concept seemed contradictory. How could appreciating how attractive someone else is make you feel better about yourself? Lily wondered for a moment if hanging out with Jenna was a good idea. The comment made by Maddie on the day she first met Jenna popped into Lily’s mind. Overtaken by the craziness of this whole conversation Lily decided to put the rumour to bed.

“I know this is going to sound weird,” Lily started tentatively.

“In case you haven’t noticed weird is kinda my jam,” Jenna grinned.

“I heard that you are, or were, a pole dancer.” Lily couldn’t look Jenna in the eye. Gossiping was another thing she was taught nice girls don’t do.

There was a pause as Jenna studied Lily again, “I have never danced on a pole at a strip club for money,” The answer was guarded. “I do however dance on a pole at a studio with my friends and sometimes we give student performances that are only open to family and friends.”

Relief flooded through Lily. She knew Maddie was stirring up trouble! Then more questions tumbled in.

“Why?”

Jenna shrugged, “Why not? It is fun, a much better work out than the gym and the girls there don’t judge your arse if you aren’t as skinny and fit as them.”

“Ok,” Lily nodded as if she understood but she really didn’t.

“Would you like to come and watch sometime?” Jenna seemed a little nervous asking this question.

Lily hesitated. She was intrigued. She had also never been asked to socialise with the people she worked with. It was a big deal to her that a woman like Jenna, someone she admired for her don’t give a fuck attitude invited her into a private world that she kept hidden.

A feeling of defiance took over Lily. Of course she wanted to go and watch women dance on a pole. She absolutely wanted to step into Jenna’s world. Maybe she would learn to be fierce like her and drop the nice girl mentality.

“Where do I sign up?”

This post is part of Wicked Wednesday #424. Click on the image below to see who else is being Wicked this week.

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TMI Tuesday – Really Late Edition

This week was the first week of term 3 for me. I have a new timetable, I don’t like it, I am struggling to be positive. I don’t know why it is affecting me so much but for the first time in a long time my depression is getting physical with me. However in the spirit of fake it until you make it I am determined not to let everything go to hell in a handbasket, even if it means posting a little bit later than I would like.

1. Money or Fame? Why?

In this world of Tick Tick, Youtubers and social media influencers fame has become everyday and cheap. It has lost its influence and its power. Anyone with a phone can become famous. It sometimes comes without any real effort. 

Money still has power. With money a person can effect great change in the world. Sure they can be like Jeffery Epstein and use their money to cause great pain and sadness in some people’s lives but there are many in the world who use their money to really influence the world around them. 

2. Fish or Chicken?

I don’t feel particularly strongly about either of these choices. If I had to take one out of my life completely it would be fish. Chickens are a huge part of my life at the moment. We currently have about 20 chickens living with us and by the end of the year that number will be higher. We use these birds to create eggs and also for meat. The rule of thumb is “don’t name the ones we are going to eat.” It has worked pretty well.

3. Sleeping at night–too warm or too cold?

I am a child of the sun. I was born and have lived my entire life in a sub-tropical climate. Consequently I don’t like being cold. Like most Queenslanders I get twitchy when the daytime temperature is below 20^oC and downright panicky when the nighttime temperature drops below 10^oC. So I like to be warm. I pull the blanket around my neck to make sure I get a good seal. Unfortunately the onset of menopause has meant that I frequently wake up feeling like I am roasting so my nights at the moment (during our winter) have been a long dance of “blanket off, get cold, blanket on, get warm, sleep a little, wake up hot, blanket off” repeat.

I can’t wait until summer.

4. Beard or Moustache? Why?

I am not a fan of facial hair. Mr Jones has never had a beard. Although recently he has had a couple of attempts at letting his whiskers grow out. I tolerate it, in the spirit of being a supportive wife but eventually it annoys even him and he shaves it off.

I wonder what will happen next year when we are living in a caravan for an extended period? Perhaps I should pack a beard trimmer when we leave for our odyssey.

5. Cars–classic or modern?

I have long been a fan of the muscle car. Toranas to be exact.

My current drive car varies, depending on the day, who is in the car with me and what is convenient in the driveway. Having two adult children, a set of grandparents and another adult tenant all living on our property has resulted in a LOT of cars to house and shuffle around. So I can find myself behind the wheel of a Mazda 3, An Isuzu Ute or a 2005 Commodore. Or, in a frightening twist, in the passenger seat supervising a learner driver.

6. Which holds more beauty–smile or eyes?

Normally I would say eyes. One of my classes is a bunch of 12 – 13 year olds. It is about a 60/40 split of boys to girls. During a class this week I made a quip about wanting to see their beautiful smiles in an attempt to get their eyes away from their laptop screens. I was rewarded with some very special little boy smiles. So now I am conflicted. Although I will say that a smile is not genuine if the eyes don’t match it.

7. Soothing the soul–hiking or shopping?

Absolutely 100% hiking. What is not soothing about hiking and seeing stuff like this?

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As an aside my daughter looked over my shoulder as I was answering this and said that shopping was DEFINITELY not soothing to my soul. In her honest and unfiltered opinion it was the opposite of soothing for me.

She knows me well.

Bonus: What is your favorite type of foreplay?

Absolutely 100% having Johnny’s face between my legs.

This post is part of TMI Tuesday for 14 June. There are some awesome posts happening over there. You should check them out!.

I Love a Pretty Cock

About a week ago I was bored in a long car trip so I occupied myself by scrolling through profiles on the dating app I am a member of. I came across a profile that displayed some images of a very nice looking penis. I composed the following tweet

I do love a man with a pretty cock”

The ensuing conversation was thick and fast. Of course every male who read it suddenly wanted to know if his cock was pretty and or what exactly was the criteria I was using to assess prettiness. I responded

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder but my personal preference is for one that fills my fist and hits the back of my throats nicely. Clean, can have a slight bend, in proportion, length that relates to width and proud.

Conversation ensued and I was a little concerned I would be showered with unsolicited dick pics but my fears were unfounded. My followers seemed to be restrained. Maybe they were afraid that their cock would not be up to scratch. I am grateful that my fears were unfounded.

I have blogged before about my appreciation of cock. I love it. I truly do. Not just in the sense of being fucked but in the sense of I truly find them beautiful. I do like looking at them in real life and in photos.

That doesn’t mean I like every photo of a cock. There is an art to creating a good image of a penis. Angle is important and a certain level of erection sometimes helps. The classic angle most men seem to go for is looking down from their point of view onto a fully erect member. 

This is not always the best angle, lighting can be bad, proportion is almost impossible to assess and it doesn’t reflect what I, the person that should be impressed, is going to see if I ever encounter the member in real life. 

I am not sure if a lot of men put much thought into what their images will look like when viewed by another person. Going by some of what I have seen I don’t think they do. Either that or their mind is so fogged by fantasies of what women are going to do with their member that they aren’t thinking clearly. 

A classic example of this is something that happened with a group of friends after a shopping expedition and lunch with a couple of wines. One of the group pulled out an image she had been sent by a man who she chatted with occasionally. The image had been taken while the sender was masturbating. Some trick of angle, light and poor timing meant the the thing that hit the viewer when opening the message was a huge gaping hole at the end of the glans. Yes there is supposed to be a hole there but this one looked big enough to put a finger in!!!! The recipient was repulsed by the image, I don’t really blame her if we are being honest. I am also pretty certain that the sender did NOT intend to be the butt of a group of women’s jokes. 

So what makes a good photo of a cock? As I said, angle and lighting are important. Background clutter or glare from a flash are distracting. I like to be able to see and get some idea of what it will feel like to hold. Something like this;

This just makes me want to kneel down and worship that baby. 

I am not by any means a skilled photographer and penises are notoriously hard to photograph. But I know what I like. 

This post is part of this week’s Wicked Wednesday and Kilted Wookie’s The Penis Project. 

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In the Moment

It has been documented that my sessions with Johnny are wet, sexy, loud and involve a multitude of orgasms of many different types. The word he uses to describe it is “ridiculous”. Not in a negative way but in the completely unbelievable, surreal way. Johnny is a man of experience. He likes to fuck, he is exceptionally good at it and he is in demand. I count myself as being very fortunate to be on his VIP list.

One of the things that keeps Johnny coming back is the “ridiculousness” which he says is unusual. I know that many women struggle to orgasm. With Johnny I get into a zone where I sometimes can’t stop. There have been times in my past when I was the woman who struggled to orgasm. I was unsure of my own sexiness and not confident enough to express what I want.

At those times I took what was offered to me and I dealt with it. I tolerated bad sex and fumbling and discomfort because I wanted to please people and make everyone around me happy. I never really faked an orgasm but I maybe enhanced my vocal appreciation a little and I often didn’t let on when things weren’t right.

Over time and with age and experience I learned to value myself more. I learned that my pleasure and on a more basic level, comfort, is just as important as everyone else’s. I learned that the only way to combat bad sex is to call it what it is, bad sex. The only way a man, or woman, is going to know what is working for me is by me telling them. I had a responsibility to know what works for me and that is a separate journey. The most critical part of this equation for me is accepting that I am enough, by myself. I don’t need to accommodate lazy or selfish lovers just so I can have a companion.

This last part is hard. It is hard to be confident enough in yourself to know that you will be OK alone. But knowing that means you are confident enough to set a high standard for the people you accept into your life. It means you are confident enough to let someone know when they are not pushing your buttons. It means you are confident enough to let people in who do push your buttons and suddenly the door to ridiculous opens.

Ridiculous happens when you are relaxed and open to what is happening around you. When you have ensured that the right people are in the room and you can relax and enjoy yourself. When you are not worrying about making someone else happy or making allowances and telling yourself that it doesn’t matter that they aren’t getting it quite right you can’t truly be in the moment. For ridiculous to happen you have to be in the moment. Completely absorbed in the interaction between the people in the room with you, completely relaxed and open to the possibilities.

You have to be confident.

This post is part of 4 Thoughts or Fiction prompt #153. Use the link below to find more thoughts and stories about confidence.

https://4thoughts.ifsexmatters.co.uk/2020/06/confidence-prompt-153/

Friday Flashback – Afternoon Delights

Looking back over my swinging journey as part of my holiday activities has been a great experience. I had to share this little gem with you all because there is an update which is kinda amusing.

When I was in my late teens my very straight laced mother had this strange idea that it was O.K for her virginal daughter to visit her boyfriend’s house in the day time when his parents were at work but it was not O.K. to visit the same boyfriend in the same house at night time if his parents happened to be out. The reasoning that led to this conclusion?

Well apparently you can only have sex at night!!! I don’t really know if she genuinely believed this gem or if she just wanted to make herself feel better. At that point in time I was living in another city as a university student. She really had very little control over where I went, what I did or who I did it with and I guess anything that she could say to me (or herself) was better than nothing. 

Of course being seventeen going on eighteen and having my closest parent living over 300Km away from me meant that I did pretty much what I wanted, when I wanted and with whom.  My boyfriend didn’t have that luxury; his parents, annoyingly, chose to live in the same house as he did (or was it the other way around?). They were not big fans of teenage sex either and so my boyfriend and I became well acquainted with the ‘afternoon delight’. We spent many a happy afternoon locked in his bedroom with the music turned up practicing our oral sex skills and fucking ourselves silly. I have very fond memories of that virginal relationship.

Fast forward twenty (or so) years and I found myself contemplating a similar encounter. Jake and I have been exploring creative ways to meet up with our friends when childminding has not been available.  Recently a nice guy who is great with his hands messaged me to tell me he had the day off work and to ask me if I have any suggestions about what he could do to occupy his time? It just so happened that I was able to wangle a few hours in the middle of the day as well. With the kids at school we were able to plan a nice session in the luxury of a bed.

Both of us were a little excited about our date.  Jake was also very excited for me.  He did have one request; that we record our session on our video recorder.  He wanted us both to watch and enjoy later.  So Mr Fix It arrived on schedule and after a coffee and a chat we got down to business.  It took a while to get the camera organised.  Perhaps if we got the camera happening before we took our clothes off it might have helped. A small amount of the action didn’t make it onto the film but the important things did. There are a few basic things that I will never get tired of; giving head and trying out new techniques, riding a guy until he comes inside me, getting fucked hard and fast.

I am happy to report that all of the boxes got ticked in that area. I have the video evidence to prove it. Gemma was a very happy and satisfied customer. Jake came home for a visit at the end of our session.  He said that he could hear me from the driveway!!  I really was enjoying myself.

Watching the video later was a lot more horny than I thought it would be.  For once I put aside the thoughts of how fat my ass looked and how horrible the saggy bits were and enjoyed watching two people go at it.  We really were sexy.  I can ‘t wait to hear how Mr Fix it’s wife enjoys watching the same movie.

Update So Mrs Fix-it definitely did enjoy the movie. We never had a group viewing. I think that would have been a little weird. The twist in this story is that several years later the Fix-its’ daughter was looking for an SD card for her camera and for some weird reason she thought her parent’s bedside drawers were a safe place to look.

She was rewarded with a card. It just so happened to be THE card. It is unclear if she looked to see what files were on the card before recording over them. She certainly never discussed it with her parents. The general feeling was that if she did well then hopefully it was a lesson in snooping.

Kids!