I have a craving. A craving for a man who is starving.
I have the food he is starving for.
At first there will be restraint. I will display what he wants, and he will take a taste. One finger dipped in juice. He knows he cannot have more.
Yet.
He will put his face close to me and inhale the aroma of my offering. His mouth will water, and his fingers will explore but he knows he cannot have more.
Yet.
He moves closer and takes his first taste. A long slow lick. His whole body shudders with desire. But he cannot have more.
Yet.
I spread my legs wider. My fingers dip into my dripping wet cunt and then trace the path I want his tongue to follow. His eyes follow eagerly. I notice his hand is around his manhood moving slowly. He is almost ready. Eagerly he follows my fingers with his tongue. A deep groan vibrates through him.
Or is that me?
He grips my thighs desperately holding back. The ache to consume and be consumed grows. My fingers cradle the back of his head. His breath is hot against me. I wait. Each tentative stroke of his tongue sending a cacophony of pleasure through me.
And then it is time.
I can wait no longer. My fingers curl into his hair. I press his head against me. He obeys. He buries his face into me, gulping as he tries to drink my juice. His breath comes in short sharp bursts. I am lost in sensation. My head falls back, and the room fills with my cries of pleasure until I can take no more. I press his forehead away from me and he leans back on his heels breathing heavily. Droplets of my pleasure coat his chin. We grin at each other, and I reach for his cock. My craving is satisfied.
When May tweeted this 4Thoughts prompt I was chuffed that she thought I would have something valuable to add. I don’t consider myself a kinkster per se but some friends have convinced me recently that the delineation between kink and swinging is old fashioned and not valid. If it isn’t vanilla it is kink. Bearing that in mind my kink is non-monogamy with some other sprinkles added when the mood takes me. Mr Jones and I have been non-monogamous for more than ten years. I would consider us successful so logically it would seem we are in a good position to give advice.
Not really. Well, maybe, if a specific person asked a specific question about their specific set of circumstances, then we might chat with them but general advice for people starting out? It is too broad. There are too many variables. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to write something profound and life changing but it all just came out sounding like I was a mother giving a lecture to her child. Besides there are any number of websites, podcasts, blogs, videos and other sources of information out there. Who am I to add more to that?
Something that HAS happened that I feel is a bit more unique is my experience as a parent. I want to preface the next five hundred words or so by saying that I am not a parenting expert. I am just telling my story.
Mr Jones and I have never shoved our lifestyle in our children’s faces but we have not hidden it either. For most of their teenage lives they have been aware at some level that some of our friends are more than just dinner and games night companions. As they got older that level of knowledge got deeper. Gemma Jones has been an identity in our household since we named a boat after her about eight years ago. No questions were asked that couldn’t be answered honestly and matter of factly. Assumptions were probably made but I did my best to make sure there were no completely wild ones.
#1 Son is reserved. He doesn’t do public nudity (unlike the rest of us), he doesn’t discuss his sex life and from what I have observed said sex life is fairly vanilla. Or rather, like most late teenage / early twenties males, any sex is better than none. The Unicorn however is completely different. She is much more open and as she grows up our relationship is morphing into more of a friendship. An example of these changes is a recent facetime conversation during which she modelled her new bra and harness set. I must say I am slightly envious that she has better play clothing than me.
You read that right, play clothing. A couple of weeks before we departed on our voyage, she revealed that she is embarking on an exploratory journey into kink. My brain exploded. With the assistance of the internet, she found a man to help her with this exploration. He is considerably older than her and five months later I have not met him. At the time I was worried. She identifies as a submissive. I KNOW from experience that many men professing to be dominants are complete twats. And that is putting it politely. My parent brain went completely off the rails thinking about how a man like that would deal with a young, naïve, and inexperienced girl taking her first steps into kink at the same time as she takes her first steps into sex in general.
Over the years I have not shied away from talking about sex with my children. I have answered their questions and I have done my best to make sure they are informed. I have explicitly lectured #1 Son about the complications of fathering children with women who are probably not going to be long term partners. I have berated him about taking responsibility for his fertility and being careful about where he sticks his penis. I have made sure The Unicorn is aware of similar issues. Her openness allowed me to see that she seeks information and takes advice on board. I am confident that both of them are sure of themselves as people and while they will undoubtedly have relationships with people who are not right for them, they will navigate sex in general quite safely.
But kink? This was not something I never thought I would have to consider. I was well into my thirties before I thought about anything non-vanilla. I was grown up enough to get my own information and parental supervision was a very long way behind me. I had a husband to be my safety monitor, I wasn’t navigating this world as a single person. There is nothing in the parenting manuals that could prepare me for this one.
In then end the only thing I could really advise about is safety. All I could do was share my own experiences and express my concerns. She is too old for me to ban her exploration or ground her to prevent her from going out. It is irrelevant if I think it is a good idea or not really. My feelings about its suitability will not change her path. She is going to do what she is going to do. If I make too much fuss, then she will simply hide that part of her life from me, and I will have no input.
I reached out to other kinksters that I knew and talked to them about what was happening. For the most part they were reassuring. Those that had met my child assured me that she was a sensible being and is unlikely to get into a situation that is too out of control. They recognised my worry and reassured me that I had done all I could. Mr Jones is being careful not to say the wrong thing. He isn’t entirely happy about this, but he knows that opposing the situation won’t prevent it. Rather it will just mean he will no longer be able to talk to her about it.
The process is ongoing. Since April I have been absent from home. The Unicorn has gotten used to being able to have people over in relative privacy. Our voyage is coming to an end. We will be moving back into our house in four weeks’ time. The next few months will mean adjustments for all of us. Mr Jones and I will have to wear pants more often, The Unicorn and #1 Son will have to consider who they bring home and what they do with those people because the parents might be around. I will meet some of the new friends. That will be interesting. I am guessing meeting and interacting with parents who are also part of their world is something a lot of them have had to deal with. There are going to be some adjustments.
So that is my story. Do I have advice for any parents in the same situation? Not really. I will not presume to tell anyone how to raise their child. But I do believe that sharing stories and experiences can be a great way to gain insight. So, I hope by sharing I have given someone somewhere something.
Mr Jones is particular about getting things straight. Hanging pictures, placing furniture, planting trees. It has to be straight and symmetrical. Sometimes his obsession is a little frustration.
The screen on the camera we use for our outdoor photos is sometimes difficult to see when framing shots so we take a bit of a scatter gun approach. Take lots and delete the really bad ones. When we took this image on the top of a magnificent yellow/ orange sand dune with the sun reflecting off the water below it was a case of point and shoot and hope for the best. When I showed him what I had chosen for this week’s Sinful Sunday he asked “Can you straighten it?”
We spent the night in a bay of an island we had visited on our way north about four months ago. Like most of the thousands of islands that dot the Queensland coast this one is dominated by Granite and other volcanic rock forms. Once in pre-history they were part of the mainland. Once in the pre-history of THAT they were formed by volcanoes. The science teacher in me is loves to tell people about all that Mr Jones is often bemused by my fascination with rocks.
As we walked on the beach I was attracted to a boulder that looked like a sugar skull. As happens with so many places frequented by people the rock had smaller rocks placed in cavities formed by volcanic gas all those millennia ago (Did I mention that I love rocks?). This decoration is part of what made it look like a sugar skull.
As Mr Jones snapped he commented that I was blending in with the rock. I guess I am at the stage of my journey where I am starting to become part of the landscape.
Would you ever visit a sex therapist? What would be the reason and what do you think their advice would be for you?
The short answer to this question is no. Even though I was diagnosed with depression by a General Practitioner and take medication for it I am quite reluctant to visit a therapist to discuss this condition. I can’t really define the reasons for this but I guess they are part of being in this mental state. I have started journaling both about my life as it is and my sexual life. They really are hand in hand so that is as it should be really. That is as close as I am going to get to a therapist for now. It is helping me to see things a little more clearly but as time goes by my dedication to journaling every day is slipping so the benefits are waning a little
So why would I visit a sex therapist? I think I would maybe visit one if I was in a poly relationship and there were issues. That isn’t really a sex therapist but that is the only sexual reason I would visit a therapist that I can identify. I have a friend who worked as a therapist for people in ‘alternative’ relationships. She is completely amazing and someone I hope I can spend more time with, in the future. I think she is the most likely person I would visit for therapy.
What would she tell me? Love yourself. Know your own value and don’t get into a relationship with someone who doesn’t respect you as you are.
Oh wait
I gave that advice out earlier this week to a young woman who go into a bad situation.
The Unicorn and I have a philosophy relating to our crafting / textile / sewing obsession. We call it “out of the closet”. Essentially it is about looking in the cupboard for what is already there. Often when starting a project or working on an idea it is tempting to head for the nearest fabric / craft superstore and purchase everything you need (want really) to make the creation in your head. The reality is that most crafters have a mountain of supplies already squirrelled away that they often don’t ever access. So we make ourselves look in the closet and pull out the fabric we have sitting there to make that dress or use the beads we already own to make new jewelry.
When I saw this prompt for Wicked Wednesday I wanted to write about the minimalism I have been living on the yacht for the last few months. I even prepared a whole post then I saw this news story on a Facebook group I am part of.
The whole story made me feel sick. I have spent the last five months living on the ocean. There have been times when I have collected armfuls of plastic waste that has washed up on beaches. It makes me so sad to see this and know it is a result of our excessive consumption and obsession with convenience.
I read somewhere once that the best way to diet is to cook all of your food from scratch. If you had to go through the ridiculously long process of making the perfect fries you would rarely eat them. Believe me, making fries at home is HARD. Making pizza at home is delicious and worth the effort but it is time consuming. The same applies to textiles. That chunky knit that is so chic? If you had to take the twenty or so hours to create it from a ball of yarn yourself you would wear it more than a few times. That is not taking into consideration the time it would take to spin the yarn from the fleece. There are people who do that.
I have a few garments I have made myself that I wear to work. I always get complimented on them. Because they are different from what you buy in the fashion stores, because they fit me well and because people know I made them. Were they easy and did they come together in the same time it would take to impulse buy something from the sale rack? No way. Do I have more respect for them because they are from my hand? One hundred percent. Will I wear them until they are no longer wearable? Most likely.
The Unicorn modelling a dress I made for her. I have another one made from the same fabric in a different style.
I made a statement to Mr Jones recently that I believe that if we stopped manufacturing textiles tomorrow there would be enough clothing already in existence to keep the world population covered for decades. If every crafter emptied their stash and used what they had they would have enough projects to keep them going until they die.
We
Need
to
STOP
Buying
STUFF!
A couple of years ago a group of friends and I went on a ‘fashion diet’. The diet was essentially a ban from shopping at mainstream and on-line shops. The only acceptable ways to obtain clothing were as follows;
Op shops or second hand shopping
Independent, market stall shops
Swaps with friends
Make it yourself
Underwear and socks were not included in the rules. I think at one stage we bent them slightly to get shoes exempted. I won’t say I succeeded with flying colours but it did make me think every time I looked at clothing “Do I need this? Is there something I already have that I could wear instead?” So even though I didn’t follow the rules all the time it worked. After writing this post I am resolving to implement these rules more into my every day life. It won’t be easy but I think it is necessary.
That was such a long time ago. My high school years were spent at boarding school. My parents were very conservative and my mother was extremely controlling. I pretty much didn’t have a social life that went outside of school. I did manage to meet up with some boys at McDonalds from time to time. I guess that counts doesn’t it?
2. Which gift would you like to receive most from your significant other: a. $10,000 Diamond b. $10,000 vacation c. $5000 in cash
I am currently on a vacation which in real terms probably cost in excess of $10 000 and our cash is completely merged so Mr Jones giving me a cash gift is kind of moot. A $10 000 diamond would be kind of nice but I feel that all of these gifts are a bit of a cop out. I would rather something that he put some thought into. Something very personal that he remembered me admiring but not really asking for. In all honesty that probably won’t happen but the fantasy is nice.
3. Fill in the blank: The day I get/got married _____ .
My wedding was dominated by a very controlling parent. Most of the guests at my wedding were their friends and people they felt obliged to invite. My mother made my dress, I was allowed some input but in all honesty it was all about her. The one thing I remember was deciding on the morning of the wedding that I was going to enjoy myself regardless of what other people wanted. And I did.
If I had it over again it would be different and I don’t even know if I would invite her.
4. What is the first thing your significant other notices about someone attractive walking down the street?
I don’t think Mr Jones has a feature that he specifically looks at. It is more about the overall package. He does have a preference for blondes though.
5. Which adjective category best describes you? a. Sophisticated b. Down home, down to earth c. Sensuous
I am going with b. I consider myself to be pretty low maintenance. Most people I know tell me I am very straight forward and tell it like it is.
Bonus: What is the worst thing you or someone could eat in bed?
The text was straightforward enough but he knew that this would not be a routine, run of the mill fucking. Nothing about fucking this woman was routine or run of the mill. And that was how he liked it. Dirty, taboo and all kinds of naughty.
How would you like me to fuck you?
He had a million ideas about how he would fuck her but they all ended the same way, his cock buried deep inside her, hands gripping her hips and the deep spasm of her pussy enveloping him.
In the carpark, bent over the front of your ute.
His cock was hard before he finished reading. The thought of her bent over, legs spread. He knew he was going to struggle to say no to her. For a fleeting moment he thought about the job in front of him. His boss was waiting for him to finish but he was not motivated.
Will you wear that skirt?
He was glad his clothes were loose. Walking around the work site with a boner was always awkward.
Of course. 😉
He looked around at the other men working on the job with him. How would they react if he suddenly walked out? Did he care? Of course, it wasn’t the right thing but all he could think about was his cock buried deep in her wet cunt while she squirmed and whimpered under him.
I want to go home with your cum running down my leg
Fuck! How could he say no to that! He made a decision. He was thinking with his small head, but he didn’t care.
I will meet you at Boundary Road in one hour
He knew he would have to make it up to his boss later and he knew his boss would take no prisoners but the boner in his pants was not going away.
One hour later he pulled into the carpark. She was leaning on the bonnet of her car cool as a cucumber. As promised the skirt swirled in the wind swishing the hem tantalisingly around the top of those brown legs. She smirked at him as he stepped out of his ute.
“Took you long enough,”
She moved towards him. The wind lifted the hem of her skirt to flash him a glimpse of her bare pussy. His cock throbbed painfully. With a few short steps he was standing in front of her. He reached out and took her hand to lead her to the front of his ute.
“You wanted to be fucked over the front of my ute?”
With one hand he pressed her over the bonnet. Her skirt lifted enticingly. His other hand fumbled with his zipper. His cock throbbed almost painfully. Finally it was free. He pressed her legs apart, letting his finger graze her cunt. She was so hot and wet.
“You are such a dirty girl.” He pressed the head of his cock against her opening.
“You love it,” She pushed her hips back against his cock impaling herself on him.
“AHHHHH’” she groaned.
For a moment he looked around the car park. Even though there was no one there people could look over from the nearby road and see them.
“What if someone sees us?”
Her voice was muffled by the bonnet of his car, “I don’t fucking care. Just fill me with your big cock,”
He knew he wouldn’t last long. This whole thing was so damn dirty.
“What did you tell your hubby?” He thrust hard into her.
“Nothing,” she panted in between cries of pleasure.
“Are you going to take my load home for him,” He could feel the pressure of his orgasm building. Nothing was going to stop him blowing hard inside her
“Yes,” the word hissed out of her. “Now fill me up,”
His hands gripped her hard, “Get ready, UGGGGGHHH.” He grunted in pleasure as his cock exploded inside her. Nothing ever prepared him for the white-hot feeling of unloading inside her. For long moments he leaned over her, panting. She remained perfectly still, holding his cock. Slowly he withdrew letting his cock slide out of her. A dribble of his cum ran down her leg. She turned to face him.
“Well then,” she grinned, that naughty smile. The one that made him horny every time. “Better get back to work then.”
He grinned back at her, “Probably. But I am going to take my time and fuck the life out of you next time,” he promised.
A teasing light glinted in her eye, “Is that so?”
He slapped her bare arse cheek, “You know it,”
“Well then.” She lifted her chin as if to challenge him, “Name the place and time and we will see,”
He leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “We definitely will.”
Just before we left on our voyage I started chatting with a gentleman. One of the first images of myself that I shared with him was me enjoying the sunshine with just my knickers on. Since that moment “Pants off” has been a thing and we sometimes refer to the yacht as “The Land of No Pants”! As I was flicking through some images I came across this one of Mr Jones enjoying a no pants moment with views of the Whitsunday Passage.
It has been a week. The wind and the seas have not been kind to us and we are now holed up in a marina waiting for the wind to drop. A few weeks ago I sent some possible questions to TMI Tuesday. I didn’t realise they were this weeks questions until I was catching up on my blog reading. So given they are my questions (at least in part) I thought I should give them some air time. A chance message yesterday led to a long sex session so my words may ramble a little today as my thinking is a little skewed.
1. What are your thoughts on public nudity or skimpy clothing?
This is a complex question for me. My stupid Catholic childhood conditioning still pokes its head up from time to time and makes me pass judgement on girls wearing shorts that show their arse cheeks and display their bodies in a sexual way. Then I find myself walking around my yacht nude without a care for the people who can see me.
Our bodies are all beautiful. Being nude in nature, such as at the beach or outdoors is part of the beauty and freedom of those places. Being nude at home is personal choice. No one should judge you for how you dress in your own home. If they don’t like what you are wearing or doing they shouldn’t be looking.
Social conventions state that when in public company we wear clothes. Besides clothes can be fun and also enhance your comfort level. However if what I am wearing is safe I don’t need to consider your ideas about modesty. If you don’t like my cleavage or my arse then don’t look!
2. Which of the following best describes you: a. Exhibitionist b. Voyeur c. Keep nudity and things sexual behind closed doors
Definitely an exhibitionist. I like to do things that shock. I like people looking at me when I am nude or wearing something revealing. I like the feeling of power it gives me. And I love the idea that I am turning someone on.
3. What is the most revealing outfit that you have ever worn in public?
I do pole dance for fitness. I frequently wear clothing that shows my arse and my cleavage. A couple of years ago I did a class that was more about floorwork than pole and for our graduation performance we did a semi strip. I loved it.
4. There are only two types of beaches left in the world–clothing optional and must be clothes-free. Which beach will you visit?
Must be clothes free. Because being nude at the beach is amazing. Although I can do without the creepy middle aged men who think a nude beach is a valid pick up zone.
5. You have just gotten out of the shower to find that your towel is hanging outside on the clothesline. Your house is full of guests. Do you: a. Call out for someone to bring your towel. b. Use something else to dry yourself. c. Retrieve your towel as inconspicuously as possible wrapping it around you at the earliest chance. d. Take advantage of the sunshine and dry yourself au naturale in your backyard.
I am going with c. although I probably wouldn’t worry too much about being inconspicuous. As I stated in question 1. If you don’t like how I am dressed when I am at home then don’t freaking look. Or as Pete Symes says “If you don’t like my peaches then don’t shake my tree”
Bonus: Have you ever skinny dipped or visited a nude beach? Pictures would be awesome!
I have visited a couple of nude beaches in my travels. Or is that I have been nude at beaches regardless of the dress code? Meh Potato Potahto. We did visit an “official” nude beach at Magnetic Island. The beach was beautiful in the extreme. The patrons of the beach were friendly enough although I was the only nude female and there was the usual contingent of creepy middle aged men. Including one wearing a cock ring??
Something about rocks at the beach they are so warm.
Corrupting Mrs Jones 