Rooted in Nature

Sometimes life has a strange way of turning out. As our journey progressed we found ourselves blown a little further north that we had originally intended. To find somewhere a little more sheltered we tied up in a town called Bowen. While we didn’t find the shelter we sought we did find a town that is laid back in the extreme. Even the trees seemed fairly relaxed and comfortable in their surroundings.

Insert pun here ________

I know that this looks like one of those joke images that circulates around the internet but I promise that I took this image myself in a place that about 99.999% of the world will never visit!

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 5

Welcome to another edition of Thirty Dirty Questions. The question today is:

What are your thoughts about porn?

Porn is strange. I never really was into it. A lot of women aren’t really, I think. Maybe I am wrong. Anytime I have watched a porno it has left me feeling meh. There are many things about them that I don’t like; The women are totally fake, fake boobs, fake eyelashes, fake tan, fake nails. Fake. I hate that in a woman. The men are weird. They are just taxis for their enormous penises. They have no other feature that makes them desirable.

The scenarios are also so contrived that I really don’t understand why the makers of porn movies try to make a scenario up. Their audience is not really interested in how Monica came to be naked with the guy who came to fix her washing machine. They just want to watch Monica get banged good and proper by the impossibly good looking plumber, preferably in the arse.

I don’t know any plumbers that look like this!

For men porn is a staple of their adolescent sexuality. Some men never grow out of it. I have noticed in the circle of people I hang with that watching the cheap porn that features on sex shop shelves is becoming less and less popular. These men are more discerning. They want to watch real women. I get asked for pictures of myself regularly. It seems that men find getting a picture from someone they have a connection with is more arousing. I recently asked a man about this and he confirmed the connection makes the image more intimate.

Sometimes I like the feeling of that kind of intimacy. It arouses me to know that a man is masturbating about an image of me if we have been talking a little and I feel a connection. But that connection is rare and somewhat hit and miss. What I DON’T like is when a man messages me and then asks upfront for pictures and videos. Especially if he says something like “I’m really horny today can you send me something to help me out?”

It is likely that he is messaging me while I am in the middle of making dinner or hanging out washing. 99% of the time I am not horny or really in the headspace to get enjoyment out of sending pictures and then hearing about how sexy I am or how he would fuck me. I don’t make a habit of sitting on the couch wondering if there is a man that would like to see a picture of my pussy hanging around. If I do then I will post it on Twitter for multiple people to see. Asking for images simply because they are horny is the same as buying porn. Except that the person they are approaching is not necessarily advertising or selling. To me it seems like they are avoiding the whole buying part and trying to get something for free.

When I became a swinger, I was introduced to the world of live sex. This was raw, and real. The participants were not perfect, although sometimes there was fake boobs and fake eyelashes. There were slip ups, there was wobbly bits and there were sometimes some awkward looking positions but what was attractive is that it was REAL. Watching someone else have sex in the same room as you makes you want to have sex. Maybe with a stranger standing next to you. Once you have had that experience porn will not really cut it.

Overall, I think the world of porn is changing. I think that the internet and dating apps have changed how people want to see porn and how they interact with it. So, in five years’ time things could be completely different again. Whatever the case I will always prefer real people having real sex.

If you have missed the other questions or want to re-read them a full list of questions with links to those answered can be found here

TMI Tuesday – Life Questions

Image by Gino Crescoli from Pixabay

1. Do you typically wake up feeling optimistic?

Most days, yes. I would not say that I am a particularly negative person. I do tend to stress about possible problems (even if they are highly unlikely) but as a rule I make a strong conscious effort to be a positive person.

2. Do you pursue your passions?

Physical passions yes. My sex life is one of the very few areas in my life that I am truly myself and don’t worry a lot about what other people think about me. Consequently I am very comfortable with pursuing activities and people who interest me.

3. If your life was affected by covid19 lockdowns/restrictions how have you pursued your passions during the pandemic?

I have spoken here quite a bit about the very minimal impact that Covid-19 had on life in general in Australia. Watching the impact on other people’s lives in other parts of the world has made me extremely grateful for this.

4. Is there a conversation you need to have with someone but you have avoided? Tell us the basic subject and your relationship to the person.

Nothing springs to mind right now. There probably is something. But I haven’t really had to deal with people in the real world for over six weeks now and things have not fallen apart so I guess it can wait.

5. Fill in the blank. When my partner is around I feel _____ .

I have spent the last six weeks on a boat with Mr Jones. Sure we have left the boat and gone ashore almost every day but I can put my hand on my heart and say that I have not been more than 100m away from him for six weeks 24/7. There have been days, not many but some, when we haven’t had a face to face conversation with anyone else.

Given all that I think for me the statement should read;

When my partner is NOT around I am going to feel, a little bit weird.

Bonus:  Are you living in reality or a fabricated fantasy?

Currently my reality resembles many people’s fantasies.

When you are the only people on the entire island and there is a nice warm rock to lie on

Usually I am a realist. I don’t like to pretend that things are different than they are or that something is not going to happen the way it obviously will. When I am at work I am a high school teacher. Living in a fantasy world would end badly for me.

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Three is Company

I often write stories from the perspective of a male rather than a female. Even if it is based on an experience of my own. Reflecting on a recent encounter I decided to try writing from the perspective of each person a bit like a reality TV commentary. Please let me know how you think it worked.

Harry

Living in a small town sometimes makes it hard to find a FWB. Choices are limited. People get funny if you like something a little different. No one likes to admit they get freaky in the sheets even if people do. All guys ever do around here is fish and drink.

I met Jenna online through a dating app. When we started chatting, she lived in a city far away from me. I don’t know why she talked to me really, but she was cool, and we sometimes shared pics. I fantasised that I would visit her city one day to see her.

One afternoon I was flicking through profiles and I noticed that she had changed her location. She was travelling with her husband and heading my way! I couldn’t believe it! Maybe my fantasy would come true.

Brian

I love my wife. She is an amazing person. She doesn’t always agree with me, but I think she is amazingly beautiful. When we go to lifestyle events men are always attracted to her and want to be around her. She always worries that I will get left out but a lot of the time she is the most attractive one in the room and I just can’t get excited about anyone else.

Lately we have been meeting single guys. She seems to mainly like younger guys, but they can be fickle. I hate it when she thinks she has arranged a meeting and they bail on her. They honestly don’t know what they are missing. She is really good at sex because she likes to make her partners happy. It is a joy to watch.

Jenna

I wasn’t sure about Harry. He was a guy who seemed to have a good heart, but I wasn’t sure. I learned when I was much younger that sometimes giving guys like him a go can be rewarding. Which is the reason why I never just shove them to the side. But he had slowly stopped talking to me and I was surprised when he messaged me.

Getting timing right can be tricky. Travelling by sea is subject to weather and sometimes you arrive well before you intend, mostly it takes longer. Harry lived in a place we were not really intending to visit and then the wind blew us here. The town surprised us. At a time when I was anxious about our journey and needed to breathe for a day or two, I found a place that let me do that. Harry was persistent if nothing else. We had no plans, so we agreed to hang out.

Harry

She was staying in the marina. A tiny pontoon with about twenty boats tied up to it. Of course, hers was the most beautiful sitting proudly amongst the run-down fishing boats. In the darkness we embraced for the first time. She felt amazing in my arms and she smelled so good. Better than the coal smell that filled my car and my hut at camp. She showed me around her boat and introduced me to her husband. They offered me a beer and we sat on the couch chatting about their trip and stuff.

Earlier in the day she told me that her husband was bi. I was nervous. I had never done anything with a guy, and I wasn’t sure what to expect but he was cool. He sat apart from us while we chatted. I felt her hand on my leg her fingers sneaking under the leg of my boardies. I stroked her arm, still unsure of how fast to go. Then she started unbuttoning my shirt. I took it off and she started playing with my nipples. Her hands slipped down into the waist of my shorts, my cock was so hard.

Brian

Jenna thinks she is being subtle, but she isn’t. We had talked about how interested her friend was in guys. Lately I have been participating more in her choices and expressing my desires to suck cock and see, smell, and taste his cum. Jenna discussed this with Harry. He hadn’t ever done that kind of thing before, but he wasn’t ruling it out. Watching them together was cute. I could see he was shy, and I could see she would probably prefer a bit more of a one-on-one encounter.

I left them for a while and went to our bedroom to read but all the time I was listening to them. I could tell she was enjoying herself by her moans. I didn’t know what he was exactly doing but I could tell she was having the type of climaxes that usually make her squirt. Then her voice was muffled a little. I imagined her mouth full of his cock. It made me hard.

Harry

She tasted amazing. When I licked her and fingered her at the same time my mouth filled with her juice. I could have drunk her sweet liquid all night. Her mouth on my cock was amazing. I hadn’t had a head job in forever and this one was one of the best. I could have let myself cum in her mouth, but I didn’t want to spoil it by asking for permission.

We moved to the bedroom I lay on the bed and she straddled me. I thought she was going to take my cock inside her, but she just rubbed her pussy on me. The slightest touch against her pussy sent shudders through her. It was so intense.

Jenna

I sat astride him. I was so turned on the slightest touch sent a jolt through me. I wanted his cock to fill me, but he pushed me down and fingered me again. I could feel my juice gushing over his hand. At the entrance to the room, I saw Brian naked, watching us. I smiled, happy to see him sliding into bed beside me.

Harry kneeled on the bed beside us with his hand gripping his cock as he watched us fucking. He watched us closely, his hand working his cock.

“Cum on my tits,” I whispered to him. He nodded.

“Come closer,” Brian encouraged him. I know what Brian likes.

Harry came so quickly. So sexy. I felt Brian get harder inside me as the first hot liquid splashed across me. His load was much bigger than I was used to. Jets of warm cum sprayed over both of us and Brian pumped harder into me. Harry groaned and fell back on the bed watching us. I could feel my orgasm building in time with Brian.

With a groan he climaxed, tipping me over the edge. It was intense. The room seemed filled with pheromones and the scent of sex. The three of us relaxed breathing heavily, happy, satiated.

Someone made a comment about the drive Harry had to make to go home,

“My feet won’t touch the ground the whole way back to camp.”

After we had recovered, I walked back to his car with him. We embraced and kissed goodbye. His cock was hard against my leg.

“Oh my God you are ready to go again!” I exclaimed. I did not expect that. If I had known I would have sucked his cock until he came in my mouth. I rubbed him through his shorts.

“I should have said something,” he looked sheepish.

“Something to remember for next time.” I smiled in the darkness.

He got into his car and drove away. I wondered if I would see him again. I walked back through the marina parking lot and down the gangway. I was wearing a long flowing cardigan with nothing underneath. Something easy to dress in. In the darkness walking past the sleeping boats, I let the garment fall open. The breeze pulled the fabric away to expose my naked breasts. I knew there were other men living on some of the boats, I didn’t care. In that moment I felt like a goddess. I pushed back my shoulders daring the world to look at me and comment.

Sunday Afternoon Idleness

I love handcraft. My most recent exploit has been crocheted mermaid tails for Mr Jones and myself. I have always admired images posted for Sinful Sunday and other blogs of elaborate Shibari but I have never had the confidence to just do it!!

On a recent Sunday afternoon when we were hiding out in an inlet waiting for wind that still hasn’t stopped I got out some rope that we brought along and downloaded some tips for beginners. I also have an app that I downloaded for sailing knots. I have practiced a few and my knotting is getting a little better but I wouldn’t say I am competent.

However I was pleased with the outcome of this experiment. Now I just need to keep practicing.

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Chocolate Swirl

There were two

One was dark like Old Gold chocolate

One was pale like milk

Together they were smooth over my tongue

First one, then the other, then both together

Drops of salty liquid that I lapped up

All the while looking them both in the eye

Image by RitaE from Pixabay

TMI Tuesday – Down and Dirty

Image by Achim Thiemermann from Pixabay

1. Your first night out after covid19 lock-down and you catch a friend making a drunken pass at your significant other. Which of the following most mirrors your feelings or thoughts?

a. Ignore it, they are drunk off their ass.
b. Alcohol is a truth serum, true feelings come out and this false friend is after my honey.
c. Well, my babe is pretty hot so I can’t blame them for making a move.
d. After a year of lock-down, people are likely to flirt with a lamp-post. It is no big deal.
e. Hmmm, I wonder if this friend is up for a threesome?

The response to this question depends on a lot of factors. If we are at lifestyle event then my response would wander between c and e depending on how attracted I was to her.

If it was a vanilla event then I would be firmly at c. Mr Jones has dated women from our vanilla life before. He had a great time and it was very validating for him. I was not as enthused about the relationship and had to put her in her place a couple of times. For the record we are still polite to each other but the situation kind of killed any friendship she and I had.

2. True or False. I am so bored with vanilla sex?

Well who wouldn’t be? The only time vanilla is valid is when you are eating ice cream

3. Is it unreasonable to hope for mind-blowing sex when you have been together for several years?

Erm No! It is unreasonable to expect mind blowing sex every day in any kind of relationship but there should be mind blowing sex some times. I am very spoiled. I get to have sex with multiple partners and generally that turns out pretty mind blowing but there are still times when Mr Jones and I get it together pretty well.

4. Name two things that could doom your current romantic relationship?

We have been together for 22 years. I am not sure there is much that could kill it now. The only things that I can think of that would kill our marriage are things that I can’t possibly imagine Mr Jones ever doing. The kinds of things that are likely to cause a problem are the little things that erode trust over time. Those things are hard to identify.

5. A local sex educator is holding orgasm classes–as in how to give an orgasm. Would you sign up to be a student or be the demonstration model?

You know what? I would be the fucking educator.

Bonus: May 18 is World No Dirty Dishes Day. How will you celebrate?

I clicked the link and I don’t really get it. But for the record I celebrated the day by having breakfast, climbing a mountain, and spending the rest of the afternoon lounging, and writing my TMI post of course!!!. I will be making dinner and Mr Jones will be washing the dishes.

Bonus Bonus: A shot taken from the top of said mountain

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A Small Reminder

Something that struck me when I looked at this image was my wedding ring. Often I notice it in images taken when I am playing. I remember once a lover telling me that it was the sexiest thing I was wearing because it meant I belonged to another man and that man was allowing me to be with him. Ever since then I have always noticed my ring in images. It makes me think about the unconventional nature of my marriage and how fortunate I am that I found myself here.

In this image I am performing oral sex on Mr Jones because he indicated he would like me to give him a “road head job” while he was driving the yacht. Not one to deny him a fantasy I complied when the opportunity arose. He enjoyed it but not so much that he forgot to capture the moment!

Attack of the Fifty Foot Women

The prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday was to write a post that started from a comment on your blog. In response to a recent Sinful Sunday post No Pants Endurance commented; “The way the photo is set gives me the illusion of the fifty foot woman”. And so here is the attack of the Fifty Foot Women.

“Hello I am Hank,” he had to almost shout over the noise of the club

“My name is Glenda,” she reached out to shake his hand.

“Can I get you a drink?” Inside he kicked himself for sounding so lame but really he didn’t know what else to say. Plus, he felt weird standing there in front of the lounge where she sat with her friends.

Glenda leaned towards the woman sitting next to her. They whispered for a moment before she turned to face him.

“As long as you get one for my friend Wanda,” The two women looked at him with a glitter in their eye that made Hank nervous. Despite his trepidation he shook off the feeling and made his way to the bar.

An hour later the shot glasses were piled all around. A warm feeling filled Hank as he sat wedged between Glenda and Wanda with their other friends Amelia, Maya and Jenna all laughing at everything Hank said. He didn’t know what had happened. Normally women shunned him, laughing at his height, his haircut, pretty much everything about him. This was so out of the ordinary that Hank kept waiting to wake up from the dream.

“Let’s go somewhere a bit more intimate,” Glenda gathered her purse.

All the other women followed suit. As they stood up Hank felt his jaw drop. He felt as if he was a warthog surrounded by a herd of giraffes. These women were enormous. He knew when he stood up that he would barely reach their armpit, or rather their breasts. Glenda was an inch or two taller than the others. A mental image of standing in front of her with her crotch at his eye level filled his head. He stayed sitting on the couch, unsure of what to do next.

“Are you coming?” Glenda beckoned to him. Again, there was that strange glitter in her eye. For a second Hank considered running away but Maya reached out her hand,

“We won’t eat you,” she smiled gently.

Courage, or at least Dutch courage, filled Hank and he stood to his full height of five feet. As he suspected he came up to the armpit of Maya, the shortest one, and his eyeline was just above Glenda’s navel.

“You are so cute,” Jenna cooed. “I love little guys, they are so fun to play with,”

“Behave Jenna,” Glenda chided fondly. “We don’t want to scare our new friend,” She reached out to take Hank’s hand, “Don’t listen to her, she is just being weird.”

Hank nodded and trotted along beside her still feeling like a warthog amongst giraffes.

Twenty minutes later Hank found himself at the apartment that Glenda shared with Wanda. The girls obviously spent a lot of time here, they kicked off their shoes and dropped their purses on the counter. Glenda, Wanda, and Jenna disappeared into bedrooms while Maya and Amelia busied themselves making drinks and choosing music to play on the big screen. Hank stood awkwardly in the middle of the lounge area unsure of what to do or what to expect.

After a short while the three girls re-emerged wearing short silky nightwear. They smiled at Hank as they walked towards him. Glenda took his hand and led him towards the couch that dominated the room. She pulled him down beside her and kissed him on the lips. Hank melted into her embrace, fumbling around her breasts. Without a word she took one of his hands and slid it inside the top of her pyjamas. From behind him Hank felt another hand sliding into his pants to reach around and grip his cock. Jenna’s voice breathed in his ear,

“Well, hello there. I am so glad you have come to play with us.” Her perfume was intoxicating as she kissed the side of his neck. Hank watched mesmerised as Glenda and Jenna kissed before they turned their attentions to him. First one kissed him then the other. Jenna’s hand slid slowly up and down Hank’s shaft and Glenda massaged his hand over her breast encouraging him to pinch her firm nipples.

A third set of hands moved over his torso caressing his own nipples tweaking them gently.

“I think we need to relieve Hank of some of his clothes,” Wanda’s voice was soft in his other ear. Her fingers nimbly unbuttoned his shirt, and he felt a cool rush of air over his naked skin. Glenda trailed kisses down the side of his neck as she helped Wanda remove his shirt. Wanda’s lips mirrored Glenda’s as each woman’s lips made their way to Hank’s nipples. Lips teased his nipples and teeth grazed over the sensitive buds as Hank’s hands were pushed against breasts before Wanda shoved his hand into her pyjama pants.

As Hank slid his fingers into Wanda’s slick wet pussy, he felt his pants being unzipped and his cock eased out of his underwear. Glenda took Hank’s other hand and shoved it against her pussy as she kissed Wanda above Hank. Wet lips slid down over his throbbing cock. Hank let out a strangled moan as his fingers dipped in and out of two pussies. Glenda moved so that she was kneeling over his face. Her pussy was like a vision as it lowered towards his lips.

Obediently reached his tongue upwards and stroked her pussy. She tasted amazing, clean, and salty. Like a man who has been starving he gulped at her as she ground down on his tongue. Wet lips moved up and down his cock and he was aware of women pressing their bodies against him. It felt as if he were covered in them, smothered by their scent, their breasts, their mouths, and their desire.

Somehow, he found himself on the thick rug covered by five giant women. His tiny body seemed to disappear into them. Each woman pleasured him in her own way. All of them partook of each other. Their height meant nothing. Lying down they all were the same height.

One thing Hank knew for certain. He would forever have a thing for tall women.

The Effect of Greedy Lucy

Last week for MMMMonday I wrote a story about a very naughty girl who had an excellent time with a group of friends on a boys weekend. The scenario came from the mind of Mr Jones so he was very happy when I put it into words. I am happy that I was around to record his response…

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So many things about this situation are yummy.

1. Being connected enough to be able to enhance on his fantasy
2. Knowing he enjoyed reading my work
3. Watching his response
4. Sharing his response with you all

I hope wherever you are there is something in your day that makes you say MMM.

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