Friday Flashback – Are You Up For It?

I wrote this post in 2013 as part of a Wicked Wednesday.

The couch springs squeaked in protest as Sue flopped down, completely drained from her day. Her shoes clattered onto the floor beside her and she reached into her handbag to retrieve her phone. Idly she scrolled through her messages not really inspired by them, until the third one made her completely forget her day, her aching feet, her irritation at her boss and frustration with her co-workers. Her heart raced as she read the words on the small screen,

Six thirty, my place, you me, some rope and a blindfold. Are you up for it?

She imagined herself lying there in the darkness unable to see, bound, naked, waiting for something or someone or maybe lots of something’s, or several someone ones or even several someone’s with several some things. The possibilities were endless. Almost before she realised it she had replied.


Seconds after she had pressed ‘send’ a reply came through.

Don’t wear any underwear on the bus. I want to think about you travelling here with a naked pussy, getting wet thinking about what I am going to do to you.

Sue reached down and pressed her fingers between her legs through the fabric of her skirt and knickers. She moved her fingers back and forth stimulating her already aroused clit through layers of clothing and the folds of skin covering it as she contemplated what she was going to wear on the bus. Completely forgetting her tiredness she made her way to the shower and turned on the water.

Less than thirty minutes later she was sitting on the bus, her coat was tied tightly around her body and her knees were demurely crossed. Her nipples grazed pleasantly against the satin lining of her coat hardening as the bus jolted down the road. Her newly shaved pussy chafed pleasantly against her thighs as she looked out of the window trying to distract herself from thoughts of the evening to come.

Her whole body felt as if it were electrified. Every movement of the bus rubbed the satin lining of her coat against her naked scrubbed skin, the pressure of her crossed legs against her pussy kept her constantly aroused. Her phone pinged;

Are you on the bus yet?

She considered not answering and teasing him a little just to even the score. She looked around, all the other commuters were totally oblivious to everything, plugged into their white headphones and absorbed in their evening papers. Quickly she pulled the neckline of her coat open and snapped a photo of her bare breast nestling inside her coat.


She typed under the photo and smiled to herself as she pressed send.

The door swung open almost immediately after she had pressed the bell. He was dressed in jeans with no shirt. As always she was enticed by the fine line of hair on his lower belly leading downwards, giving promises of what she would find when she followed the ‘snail trail’. She noticed the bulge in his jeans and she pulled her coat open slightly to hint at the nudity beneath it.

“Hello,” she greeted him with a smile, all the time fighting the urge to kneel in front of him, open his jeans and take his cock into her mouth.

His eyes were fixed on the neckline of her coat as he reached out and took her hand. He leaned down and kissed her briefly on the lips.

“Hello,” he took her hand and led her through the doorway and down the hallway. The heels of her shoes clicked on the wooden floorboards before he led her into a dim room. “We are almost ready for you,” he murmured as he reached for the black velvet blindfold that hung over the back of a chair beside a length of red silk rope. She suppressed a shiver at the word “We”

The room plunged into darkness as he covered her eyes. With her heart hammering and her legs almost giving way under her she waited patiently while he adjusted the fabric over her eyes.

“Are you ready?” his gentle voice was in her ear as he kissed the side of her neck and slid his hands in front of her to untie the belt of her coat.

“Yes” she found it hard to speak as her coat opened and cool air kissed her skin.

“Well then, let’s begin.” 

Dinner Date

This is another story shared with me by Mr Aus. As always delicious

Having spent the day teasing each other with dirty texts we found ourselves very horny. Unfortunately, there is no time to take care of things before we head out to dinner.

Sitting opposite each other at the restaurant we chat about our days. Under the table I feel your foot rubbing against my leg, slowly making its way higher and higher until it is resting in my lap. Your toes start to stroke my crotch and my cock responds. I glare at you trying to tell you to stop but you just smile as your toes continue to stroke and tease me. As I try to concentrate your toes caress the tip of my cock; the thrill of being so naughty pushes me closer to the edge. I am afraid that I will cum in my pants if you don’t stop. Suddenly the waiter appears to take our order and your foot quickly drops to the floor. I feel the heat in my face as I take a sip of water and try to regain my composure.

As he leaves, I adjust my pants to try and relieve the pressure of my cock being trapped in my boxers. You watch me for a moment, giggling at the effect you can see that you are having on me. A devilish grin spreads across your face and you begin to wiggle and jiggle in your seat. I wonder what an earth is going on before your hand reappears on the top of the table with some kind of black material scrunched up in it. You slide your hand across the table to offer me the object you are holding. It is only when you open your hand that I realise you are giving me your panties. As I take soft, silky material from you I squeeze it tightly in my hand hoping no one saw it. The dampness against my palm tells me how turned on you are but I see the waiter coming with our food, so I have to quickly tuck them into my pocket.

The food in front of us is delicious but neither of us are hungry for food. We sit there in silence staring deeply into each other’s lust filled eyes both thinking naughty, dirty thoughts. You clench your thighs together to feel wetness seeping down the inside of your thighs. Your clit throbs with desire. My hard, throbbing shaft threatens to bust the zipper on my pants. Unable to take it anymore I stand up and give you a cheeky wink as I leave. You gasp; knowing exactly what I am just about to do.

In the men’s room I lock the door behind me. My heart is almost beating out of my chest. I reach into my pocket grabbing those panties bring them up to my nose. The sweet smell of your arousal floods my senses making me giddy.

My hands are shaking as I unbuckle my pants and push them and my underwear down in one go. My hard, throbbing cock springs free. It is twitching and desperate for some attention. My hand curls around my shaft and begins slowly stroking. The first drip of precum oozes form my tip and I spread it over my glans. Gripping my shaft rubbing caressing every touch brings me closer to the point of no return. I wrapped those panties around my hot flesh, the smooth coolness of the material combined with their dampness brings me closer. I press my lips together to stifle the moan of pleasure.

I hold your panties over the end of my cock. My other hand is working furiously rubbing and caressing my shaft. I am desperate for that release that my body is craving. The familiar feeling builds deep inside me. My hips buck, my cock twitches as my body succumbs to the sheer pleasure. Small, muted groans fill the tiny room as my sweet nectar explodes into your panties. I rub the end of my shaft mixing our juices. The last jerk dribbles over my knuckles that are still gripping my throbbing but slowly softening shaft. I lean against the wall of the cubicle, breathing heavily, my body still tingling.

As I walk back the table my face is flushed and my legs are a little weak. I place the soggy black panties into your waiting hand. I expect that you will put them into your bag but instead you open them out to examine the hot sticky mess inside them. You flash me a devilish grin before you stand up and wiggle those panties back up over your hips. My breath gets caught in my throat as watch you sit down. You exhale with your eyes closed as you sit down on your chair and feel my warm sticky load touching your soft wet lips sending shivers through your body.

Let’s skip dessert & go home for some instead

TMI Tuesday – Sex and Bonobo Apes??

1. Are women natural seducers or are men?

In all honesty seduction is not the main territory of either gender. There are some people who are naturally seductive. There are some who are naturally able to invite seduction and there are some who are more comfortable pursuing others.

2. Which of the following statements most closely matches your sexual attitude?

a. Sex is best when you focus on your own pleasure.
b. Sex is best when I can totally meld with my partner and feel as one.
c. Sex is best when the purpose is that of conceiving a child.
d. Sex is just a behavior; don’t put too much importance on the act, just do it the way you like and need.

I am going with a. but with some slight modifications. My natural instinct is to please. I often find myself trying to make others happy at my own expense. As I grow older I am making an effort to change this and focus on my own pleasure. This cannot be a completely selfish enterprise. Like many I get pleasure from seeing other’s pleasure. So while I am thinking about myself I still need to think about the other people in the room as well.

3. Do you need to feel emotionally connected to enjoy sex with another person?

In line with my answer to 2. There has to be some kind of connection. It doesn’t have to be a romantic connection but there has to be some kind of mental connection. There is a moment when you meet someone that usually happens around the first tentative touch. If there isn’t some kind of electricity when that happens then it is unlikely that the sex will be good.

If that first hesitant moment when our fingers touch feels sexy then it is on like Donkey Kong baby!

4. Are you allowed to be sexual? Explain.

The short answer is yes. The longer answer is of course there are times when I have to behave myself. The irony of this is that my efforts to keep Gemma a secret from the Pearl Clutching Crew (thank you Free Matt) I can often come across as a bit of a prude. Well at least that is how I see it. Maybe I am not as clever as I think.

5. Agree or Disagree. Sex without love is meaningless.

I have posted before about the way that women are programmed to be non-monogamous because they need the protection of a beta but want the genes of an Alpha for their offspring. In my opinion this is a biological thing which we cannot avoid. Because of this, the aftermath of sex is a concoction of hormones that are designed to trick us into thinking we are in love.

Of course it is more complicated than that. Humans are like Bonobo apes. We use sex as a social tool as well as a reproductive strategy. Sex between humans creates a bond that gives status (marriage). Bonobos also use sexual interaction to cement status and social structure.

Just to make it more complex I believe that there are many types of love that can be reflected with sex. Not just the monogamous marriage type. But I think I will leave that for another post.

Bonus: Conventional wisdom (but not research) says that women value monogamy more.

Christianity has pushed the idea of monogamy for millennia as a way of controlling the power of women. In Bonobo society females dominate males. The Christian Church has removed this tendency from humans. Additionally men have used property and wealth to control women making monogamy and sexual purity a matter of survival for women throughout history.

So in terms of sexuality monogamy is not important but historically a non-monogamous woman was definitely going to have a much harder time just getting by.

Bonus Bonus: For getting through all that intellectual stuff your reward is Christmas boobies

This post is part of TMI Tuesday for 8 December. Click on the image below to see who else is sharing this week.

Getting Back to My Roots

Today is a great day. I posted recently about a significant purchase that has happened in our lives. In the post I may have mentioned that I have missed being out in Moreton Bay. On a subliminal level I have known that this feeling is significant but my consciousness hadn’t quite picked up on it. Or perhaps it was being stubborn and didn’t want to admit it openly.

About a year ago I went to a couple of therapy sessions and the Psychologist suggested that I should spend some time getting back to nature. His suggestion was related to the idea that I was burnt out and I needed to be forced to stop and smell the roses. Ironically at that time we had just opted out of the yacht syndicate and my visits to the wilds of Moreton Bay had ceased. I told myself that I would do some bushwalking and that would fill the gap. We did spent some time hiking but it was never something that was completely in our routine.

Today we took our new yacht out for the first time. We will be sleeping on her in an anchorage just off North Stradbroke Island. It has been a spot we have visited several times in the past and follows a visit to a bay that we have spent many nights at over the years, right from the times of owning the McGregor. For the first time in probably over two years my feet walked the sand of a tiny island which, in the not too distant past housed a leper colony. The site of the colony is closed to the public but everyone with a boat visits the bay to fish and swim in the quiet, protected waters.

At the end of the bay is a small patch of mangroves. I love these trees. They have adapted in unique ways to deal with an extremely hostile environment. Their adaptations have led to some interesting and truly beautiful root formations.

I am writing this feeling whole for the first time in a while.

It is a good feeling.

Don’t Tell Me to Shhh

This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt is Fore- and Afterplay. When I think about these words I think of a few different things. In the world of sex foreplay is talked about a lot. Stereotypically a lot of men are bad at it.

Of course some men are better than others. I think it is directly related to how selfish he is. The more focussed he is on his pleasure the less he is going to focus on hers. I have experienced a lot of different versions of this but something recently became clear to me.

I am a squirter. This is not something I hide. It is something I have mixed feelings about though. I am self conscious about the mess. I am also conscious that a bed that has been covered with vaginal ejaculate can smell a bit ordinary the next day. I am also conscious that some people don’t like it. Having your face covered in vaginal ejaculate is not some people’s idea of fun.

For the majority of men however it is a dream come true. Whilst I have had the occasional lover recoil and politely move to another activity which doesn’t involve their face being covered a more frequent happening is true enthusiasm for the experience. Both Johnny and JB LOVED the feeling of being covered in my juice. They could never get enough.

After being told “I don’t mind it because it means you are enjoying yourself,” while being fingered in a mediocre way. I realised that trying to hold back that bodily function to suit someone else’s ideas of what is fun is not how I roll. After sucking several men to climax and being complimented the whole time about my skill but without reciprocation I have decided that is also not how I roll.

Most men like the way I suck them. I deserve for the pleasure to be reciprocated. I will squirt, at least a small amount, that is how I am built. If that is not your thing then you are not the one for me.

Sorry, not sorry.

The other thing about me is that I can be noisy. Actually if I am not making noise I am probably not enjoying myself. I was shushed recently. For no good reason. We were in a hotel room in a city where neither of us worked or frequented. There was absolutely NO reason for me to be quiet. I told my partner to get over himself.

In the washup (afterplay?) he tried to explain why he did that. It didn’t change my feelings. In fact his explanation and process of pressuring me to state explicitly what I was unhappy about so that he could rebut and justify and explain himself was the exact opposite of good afterplay.

The only thing that was good about it was that it cemented some things in my mind.

  1. If you don’t like me squirting on your face then I am not interested. I don’t judge you but I am not prepared to compromise.
  2. If you are going to shush me I will put my pants on and go home… I won’t be coming back.

This post is part of Wicked Wednesday Prompt #445 Fore- and Afterplay. Click on the image below to find out who else is being wicked.

Losing Your Virginity

I was been teaching a session on consent to a group of students who are between 16 – 17. Yes the famous Stretch strikes again. I was informed by one rather cynical member of the group that I was three years too late with some of the material that I was presenting. She felt that instead of discussing when it was a good idea to have sex we should be discussing HOW to be safe from STI and other misadventure.

She was adamant that EVERYONE was past the stage of deciding if they should be in a sexual relationship. I don’t know if I exactly believe her. Honestly it is impossible to tell. I think that she is right that MOST of her peers are out there fucking like rabbits but ALL?

During a conversation with a friend I discovered that he had lost his virginity at 13. It is not the first person I have spoken to that told me such a young age. I always thought I was around the average age at 17 but honestly I sometimes wonder. Following this conversation I decided to do a poll amongst my Twitter followers. I am a scientist at heart and I will be the first to admit this is NOT a representative or adequate sample but it was an interesting snapshot nonetheless. I even collated the data into a nice table for you all.

Lose VirginityCurrent Age
Results of a poll among 25 Twitter Users. Mostly males.

So my followers are around my age and I was correct. Amongst my peers I was around average. My friend, as my gut told me, was an outlier. (There is a mathematical formula for calculating outliers but I was not nerdy enough to apply it).

It doesn’t answer my question though. What is the average age a young person loses their virginity in my school? I would dearly love to conduct a similar anonymous survey about this and possibly other sexual habits of these teens. I believe it would shock and disturb some of the people working at my school. I also know that if I were to suggest such a thing I would be stuck teaching every class full of every student no-one else wants for the rest of my life! So I will err on the side of caution and keep my curiosity to myself.

However if any of my readers are brave enough to contribute their statistic to my data pool please leave your responses in the comments. Current age, age you lost your virginity and your gender.

TMI Tuesday – The Sex Symbol Edition

I started writing this on Tuesday but this week has been weird. Writing has not happened. But as they say, better late than never.

“You have to be born a sex symbol. You don’t become one. If you’re born with it, you will have it even when you’re 100 years old” – Sophia Loren

  1. Are Movie star sex symbols a thing of the past?

I think the really iconic movie star sex symbols like Marilyn Munroe are a thing of the past. Special effects have taken over the movie industry in some genres. Although there are some actors who seem timeless and surprise you by popping up here and there.

2. Who was your favourite sex symbol while you were growing up?

I had an unusual childhood. Television and movies were very restricted in my household and so they weren’t a huge part of my teenage experience. Tom Cruise pops into my head when I think of who was popular back then. Particularly in Top Gun. However I also remember watching the movie with a friend when I was around 20 and deciding that Val Kilmer was much sexier

3. Of present day stars, who do you consider to be a legitimate sex symbol? Why?

I have a bit of a thing for bad guys and also movies that feature gratuitous violence. So Vin Diesel has been my go to sexy looking guy for a while. Particularly in the Riddoch series.

I am not a huge fan of his work in the later Fast and Furious movies. But that is because the movies are garbage!!

4. Do you have what it takes to be a sex symbol? Tell us at least 3 things that make you a sex symbol (or not).

My ass, my boobs, my attitude.

5. The following can be celebrities or people in your life.

Name someone who was sexy younger and is still sexy today? (a la Helen Mirren)

Up until his recent untimely death I would say that Sean Connery fit that bill very nicely. He wasn’t completely smooth but there was just something about him.

Name someone who was a bit goofy when younger but has gotten sexy with age (a la Jeff Goldblum)

Nicole Kidman is definitely in that. For most people in the world she did not grace screens until Dead Calm or maybe Days of Thunder but for Australians she appeared much earlier in a little known movie called Bush Christmas. A very cringeworthy film. From those early days she has grown into a stylish and accomplished woman. We won’t talk about that unfortunate marriage to Tom whatshisname.

Name someone who was sexy when younger but has lost that sex appeal?

Brad Pitt. When he was younger, yummo but now? Meh.

Bonus: Name a sex symbol living or dead whose bedroom skills you would not mind testing out.

Henry Cavill. The Unicorn refers to him as “The Pretty Man” sometimes her taste in males is questionable but I think she got this one right. Especially in The Witcher.

Make sure you check out the other sexy folk at TMI Tuesday

Happy Xmas – The War is Over (almost).

Australian students are coming to the end of their school year. In Queensland the last official day of school is 11 December. Some independent schools are already on holidays and the Catholic sector, where I work, school will finish on 4 December. To be perfectly honest, I cannot wait.

I am not alone in thinking 2020 was challenging. I am grateful that I don’t live in the Northern Hemisphere if I am being completely honest. My life has been simultaneously not affected much and profoundly affected at the same time. I was talking with a teacher who is from the US and is working in Australia for a year on an exchange program. What she described about the impact of Covid on her US colleagues is nothing short of horrendous. I am grateful that I live in a country where life is almost the same as it was.

I was teaching a lesson of the famous subject called Stretch which I have posted about before. We were doing a quiz about Christmas traditions and the song Happy Xmas the War os over was part of the quiz. Most of the students in my class did not know of the song and could not understand why it was included in the Christmas Quiz.

I explained to them the basic history of the song but in the noisy chaos that is Stretch, I won’t go into the reasons for that here, I didn’t go into much depth. For me the song is about reflecting on the year that has passed and challenging yourself to be honest about what you have and have not achieved.

In this time of lockdown and social isolation it is easier than ever to sit at our screens and point out everything that is wrong with the world. Humans have become consumers of media, quick to point out others’ mistakes and shortcomings without giving much thought to what they can do to make the world better. It is easy to sit back and wait for the government or some nefarious authority figure to wave their wand of power and make a great change. The world will not change even if that were to happen.

Humans are ingenious especially when it comes to avoiding responsibility and making their life easier. We are quite happy to ignore something that should be fixed and let it be someone else’s problem. But the reality is that change happens when every person does something small every day. Something like picking up someone else’s litter, or asking that person everyone avoids how they are going.

These things are hard. They take a conscious decision to go out of the way and against the flow. I will admit I am not great at them. There are times when I avoid that person who inserts themselves into every conversation even when they are not invited. There are times when I walk past litter, actually this happens all the time for me, if I didn’t I would never stop picking up rubbish.

This year my mental health was better than last year but I wouldn’t say it has been great. I wouldn’t say that I have been a model citizen but reflecting is a great way to recalibrate. I look forward to relaxing with my family and taking advantage of opportunities next year.

The Beginning of Something

Mr Jones has always been interested in boats. He follows sailing blogs, we have owned several boats throughout our time. We started with an old Young 26 (sailing people will know what I mean) which is a yacht that fits on a trailer. There were many things about that boat I didn’t like. It was old, it didn’t have plumbing and it leaned when we were sailing. Having said that we did have some great times aboard her.

She was however, as I said, old. Dry rot was an ongoing feature of her existence. And so we patched her up as best we could and then she became somebody else’s problem.

She was followed a couple of years later by a brand new McGregor. Also a yacht on a trailer. A little bigger, some rudimentary plumbing but still leaning when sailing. Again we had some good times but Mr Jones spent a lot more time on her than me. Both of our children have an appreciation for the freedom of being on the water and it is a great experience for them to spend time sailing like that.

While we were still owners of the Young Mr Jones had a friend who owned a Seawind catamaran. From my first experience of the Seawind I was convinced catamarans were the way to go. Mr Jones took several more years of convincing. His arguments related to speed and cost. Both a bit hard to refute. I informed him that I was not sailing anywhere out of Moreton Bay on a monohull.

By chance Mr Jones came across a company that manages large sailing vessels for syndicates. Here was a chance to own a part of a relatively luxurious boat without some of the risks and hassles of being a sole owner. And, the best part, there were shares in a catamaran available. We leaped from our McGregor into a Lagoon 39. Indoor plumbing, comfortable beds, a full kitchen, self furling sails. Dreams come true stuff.

The Lagoon was the backdrop for many adventures and some amazing family holidays. I found myself being drawn in to sailing. I got a boat license and I did basic sailing training. I won’t say I am a competent sailor but I understand how it works and in a pinch I could dock, anchor and get us places. My ‘blue water’ experience is limited but I have seen some strong winds and chop.

Being part of a syndicate has its pros and cons but eventually we felt the value for money was not there and we sadly said goodbye to the Lagoon. My children joked that “Dad definitely get another boat” but as time went by it seemed this was not to be. There were pie in the sky conversations about sailing to certain places but it seemed it was not to be.

The weird thing was that I missed it. I missed the weekends of being in the sun on the water. Of exploring little beaches where the general public didn’t go (and some that every person on a boat ever seemed to be at!!). Earlier in the year we spent a few days with some friends on their forty foot catamaran. It was a boat similar to the Lagoon. I resolved that the pie in the sky dreams needed to happen.

And so I nudged at the reluctant Mr Jones. I began to strongly encourage him to pursue this dream. Something that 2010 Gemma would never have done. The twists and turns are not important but what is important is that we are now the sole owners of a forty foot Lipari catamaran. Excited is one word to describe how we are feeling. Shit scared is another. Buyers remorse keeps getting chucked around but I am avoiding that label.

What are we going to do with our new beauty?

Watch this space….