Friday Flashback – Signs

I seem to be on a bit of a Succubi bent this week.

The signs were there. Right from the moment she opened the door. The way his voice quavered when he greeted her, the awkward way he walked as he followed her down to her chamber. She knew that this would be fun. Once inside she turned and stood in front of the bed facing him. Looking straight into his eyes she shrugged off her robe letting him see her nakedness. Without speaking she observed the way his Adam’s apple bobbed and the bulge in his jeans. Without breaking eye contact she sat on the edge of the bed with her knees spread wide apart. With one finger she traced the outline of her lips slowly and dipped her finger into herself before lifting it to her mouth to lick it clean.

His eyes opened wide and he shuffled uneasily on his feet,

“Perhaps you should show me what you have,” her voice broke the silence making him jump slightly. He looked confused for a moment before he realised what she meant. His hands shook as he fumbled with his belt and unzipped himself. She could see his cock straining against his boxers as he pushed his jeans down his legs. His boxers joined his jeans in an untidy pile on the floor and he stood in front of her with his cock jutting out in front of him.

Her red lips arched into a sly smile as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. She loved this moment, when she touched them for the first time, feeling the hardness, the pent up energy, the ache for release combined with the terror that they will make a fool of themselves. This was why she chose these boys, something about their awkwardness and inability to control themselves properly turned her on more than the most skilled love makers.  His eyes closed and his ragged breathing seemed loud in her ears as she moved her hand up and down his shaft. A bead of pre cum formed at the head of his cock. She could feel his thoughts whirring desperately trying to hold back the surge.  A note of panic pushed its way through the energy she was picking up from him. Watching his face she leaned forward and touched the tip of his cock with her tongue, licking away the bead of moisture.

He whimpered in desperation, but she was relentless, she ached to prove her power over him. The excitement of knowing that he was so close to crashing uncontrollably over the edge pushed her almost to the edge herself. Something about the look in his eyes softened her a little.  

“Please,” his voice cracked like a teenager. 

For a moment she considered saving him some of the humiliation that was about to follow but her own desire was too strong. She slid her lips over his shaft. He groaned in desperation as her tongue slipped over his head. She could feel his tension as he desperately fought for control of his body. Her pussy clenched quivering as it waited for the heat of his explosion. She kept her head tilted watching him as his cock slid over her tongue and touched the back of her mouth. The first pulse came as her lips touched the top of his balls. His eyes opened wide in surprise as she wrapped her arm around his ass, stopping him from pulling away in shame. He groaned as his body spasmed uncontrollably and the second salty jet filled her mouth. Wetness streamed out of her as she felt her own shuddering climax in response. His cock muffled her own grunt of pleasure as he pulsed and quivered inside her. 

“I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry,” he repeated over and over like a mantra as the waves of pleasure died away. Only when she felt him start to soften did she release him, letting his cock slide over her lips to hang limply in front of her. Awkwardly he bent to pick up his clothes.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that but you were so sexy and then you sucked me….”

 His voice trailed away as he stood in front of her holding his clothes over his member, hiding it from her gaze.

Her smile was enigmatic, one moment she looked like a kind, older sister, forgiving her brother for stealing her candy, the next she was like a cat, willing the bird to come just a little closer so she could pounce on it. He stood rooted to the spot, desperately wanting to flee and hide in shame but unable to move. Slowly she reached over and picked up a phallic piece of glass from the bedside table and passed it to him. She lay back on the bed with her legs spread open,

“Put down those clothes, come kneel here and show me what you know about women’s vaginas.”

It wasn’t a request.

Awkwardly he knelt beside her holding the glass wand in his hand.

“I want you to touch my outer lips with the wand,” she commanded.

Awkwardly he reached down and stroked her tentatively with the smooth, cool glass. She shivered at the faintness of the touch, aching for more.

“Have you ever tasted a real woman?”

“No,” He still hid his face from her, embarrassed and afraid of not measuring up.

“Bend down and suck just that one little lip,” she instructed. “Don’t get carried away and try anything else just the lips,” she warned as he bent awkwardly.

The feel of his mouth on her was electric. His first touches were tentative like butterfly wings, she bucked her hips against his face, titillated by their fluttering touch. Eventually he became braver and sucked her labia into his mouth. Wetness streamed out of her as she moaned in pleasure.

“Now show me where you think my clit is,” she gasped. He sat back and touched the swollen hard node with the cold glass wand. She gasped at the change in sensation. He jumped back a little startled. She noted that his cock was already starting to stir and unable to stop herself she reached between her legs and stroked herself before spreading her lips wide, expertly displaying her hard node for him. She noticed his cock hardening again. Soon he would be ready to mount her so that she could pull his climax from him again. She shivered a little in anticipation. It was always better when they spurted uncontrollably inside her. Her clit throbbed feeling a little naked and exposed away from its protective hood.

“Suck me!” she commanded.

He didn’t hesitate, kneeling between her legs before taking her node against his lips with the same tentative licks and sucks as before. Her hand reached down to cradle the back of his head for a few moments before she pushed herself against his mouth encouraging his tongue to touch her firmly.

“Ahhhh!” she screamed as the orgasm ripped through her. A jet of liquid spurted over his face and he pulled away, surprised.

She smiled at him, warm from her orgasm but still hungry for more,

“Now we are even,”

He smiled disbelievingly touching his face. Not sure what to make of the juice coating his chin and mouth.

She arched her body towards him, “I want you to fuck me with that big hard cock,” She wriggled a little in anticipation as he lowered his body over hers. His cock pressed against her opening for a moment before it suddenly slid inside her. His eyes opened wide as she clenched around him. His ragged breathing was loud in her ears. The signs were there again, she knew he wouldn’t last long but she didn’t care. She was confident in her ability to arouse him over and over again so that she would be able to pull orgasm after orgasm out of him all night until he was spent and drained in the morning. The thought tipped her over the edge again.

Shut Up and Drive

A friend of mine celebrated her birthday this week. As I composed her birthday post on Facebook I included a picture of Jensen Eckles (aka Dean Winchester) because she is slightly obsessed. As I read the Wicked Wednesday prompt for this week an idea geminated. It took a little bit of water and coaxing to get the story out and if the truth be told I am still nurturing it a little but here is the first part.

“Because the 1967 Chevy Impala was not just a car it was the most important object in the whole universe.” Chuck Shurley – Supernatural, Episode 22

“Nice car,” the girl in the drive thru smiled perfect white teeth. As she leaned forward Jensen got a good look at a pair of perky breasts nestling inside the fast food uniform. Her fingers brushed his hand as she handed him the bag.

Jensen grinned letting his gaze rest on those perfect globes pushing out nicely against the mustard shirt, “Ohh she isn’t just a car,” He patted the dashboard. “She is the only woman who has never cheated on me.”

The girl grinned, “I’d love to get to know her better,” 

There was a horn blast from the car behind them. The door to the cashier’s cubicle opened to admit a frowning manager. Jensen took one last look at the glistening red lips and the perfectly smooth cleavage before he slid his baby into gear, “Looks like we will have to take a rain check.” 

As he drove away Jensen glanced into the rear view mirror. The manager was doing his best to berate his employee but those lips and that cleavage were working their magic. Jensen grinned to himself as he shifted gear and gave the car some gas. She purred in response.

“Baby you are the only one for me,” Jensen stroked the gear shift lovingly as the lights of the hotel came into view. The smell of the burgers filled his nostrils and made his stomach rumble. With one thing in mind he parked outside their room and grabbed the food and the beers. As he opened the door she was there, leaning on the bonnet of his car. Dark hair tumbled down over her shoulders, perfect round breasts straining at the opening of the awful mustard uniform. Jensen frowned in confusion. 

“Where did you come from?” 

She grinned, red lips parting to reveal perfect teeth, “Well when a mummy and daddy love each other very much…” 

The door of the hotel room opened and Jensen’s brother appeared in the doorway, “Where have you been? I am starving.” He stepped towards Jensen and the woman and snatched the bag of food from his brother’s hand. 

The woman raised an eyebrow, “Looks like you better go eat or you may miss out,” 

Jensen was torn; food, or this delectable woman.

As if she read his thoughts the woman lifted herself from the bonnet of his car and took a step towards him. She smelled of cherry lip gloss and some floral perfume. Jensen felt his heart race and his cock stir.  “Go eat,” her face was so close he could almost feel her lips. “We will see each other again soon.” 

And then she was gone. Like a dream. He wondered if he had imagined the whole thing. 

Three days later Jensen found himself driving down an alley near the hotel he was staying at. On the sidewalk he saw a girl walking by herself. Dark hair tumbled down her back, stopping at the waistband of a skirt that some people would call too short. What was she doing walking here? Jensen slowed as he drove past and then he recognised her.

“Hey,” he pulled the car over to the side to drive slowly beside her. 

She turned and those red lips pulled into a slow smile, “Hey there,” she stopped walking and leaned into the window of the car. 

“You know it probably isn’t good for you to be waking down this kind of street alone in the dark.” He tried desperately to keep his eyes focussed on her face. 

She laughed, “Oh the gallant knight in the pretty car is going to save the poor little lady walking all alone at night,” Her fingers trailed along the open window. Jensen squirmed a little at her teasing

“Get in the car,” his voice was rougher than he meant

“OK then,” he was surprised at her response, “but you really need to drop the macho shit,” She opened the door and slid in beside him. Her scent tickled his nostrils and he fancied that he could feel the warmth of her body. 

“Where do you want to go?” He asked as he felt his cock stirring in his jeans. What was it about this woman?

“Wherever you take me,” she leaned over and slid her hand down over his jeans. Jensen squirmed. His cock hardened under her hand and he couldn’t stop himself from looking down her blouse. Her red lips fell open a little and there was a glint in her eye that spoke straight to his groin. With nimble fingers she opened his belt and set his cock free. “I do like a man that goes commando,” she purred as her hand wrapped around his shaft.

Jensen exhaled, slumping a little in his seat to give her better access. With a sly grin she leaned down, “Bench seats are so much more convenient don’t you think?” she grinned up at him as her hand continued to stroke his cock. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip of his cock. Without warning she slid her red lips down over his shaft. A groan escaped Jensen’s lips as he struggled to concentrate on his driving. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock and he felt himself tensing as his arousal grew. Almost before he could sense it the orgasm was upon him. With a huge effort of concentration he pulls the car over to the side of the road as she slid her lips to the base of his shaft to press her nose against his belly.

He tried to fight the pleasure building at the base of his cock. He wasn’t ready to cum but she was like a greedy child sucking his cock deep into her throat. His cock exploded into her mouth accompanied by a groan of pleasure. White hot jizz pulsed out of his cock sending pulses of pleasure through his whole body. It was better than any orgasm he had ever experienced. As the orgasm subsided she held his cock in her mouth drinking the last drops of his seed before letting his spent member slide out of her mouth. 

Jensen’s head lolled back over the seat as she sat up delicately wiping the side of her mouth. He felt as if he had just run a marathon, all of the energy seemed to have drained out of his body. He couldn’t even raise his head as he heard the squeak of the door opening and his mystery passenger disappeared down the dark alley. 

Just in case you need some more Chevy Impala and Dean Winchester Spam in your lives here is a great song that inspired the title

Hello 3am

Image by Elf-Moondance from Pixabay

Earlier in the year I was chatting with a much younger work colleague about being awake at 3am. She was horrified that I seemed so casual about it until I assured her that 3am and I were old friends. I told her that a lot of the time it doesn’t bother me but sometimes stuff happens at 3am that keeps me awake for quite a long time and that can be a bit problematic the next day when people are expecting me to be functional. 

My journey to menopause was a little different from some people’s in that a lot of peri menopause symptoms were neatly masked by the contraceptive pill. In addition, I was quite young when I became menopausal (46 years old) so a lot of peri menopause symptoms that I experienced were not recognised as such. I was diagnosed with depression by my General Practitioner in my late thirties. He never even mentioned the possibility that it was probably linked to peri menopause. He probably didn’t even consider it. For several years I took the antidepressant Pristiq which is a desvenlafaxine class of drug and works by balancing the way your body processes serotonin. At the time when my GP diagnosed me an older friend who had experienced menopause told me that the symptoms I was experiencing could be related to pre or peri menopause. I didn’t talk to my GP about this and because he never mentioned it I just accepted his diagnosis. 

Insomnia has been a feature of my life for so long I can’t remember when it started. There seems to be this blur between having a toddler who didn’t sleep all night and dealing with young children who were ill during the night. Once the children were a bit older and sleeping better the snoring started. Mr Jones suffers from sleep apnoea. The snoring wasn’t loud but what was distressing was listening for his breathing to stop so I could jolt him back to breathing again. All in all I have had many reasons not to sleep well for so long that changes in sleep patterns as a result of peri- and post menopause were difficult to identify. 

While I was taking Pristiq I insomnia was an issue. If for whatever reason I was awake at 3am and didn’t go immediately back to sleep I would toss and turn sometimes for two or three hours only to doze for a short while before the alarm went at 5am to start the day. These sessions of wakefulness were made worse because I would worry the whole time because I knew I would feel like rubbish the next day. Sometimes I would make myself get up and do some kind of task, planning a lesson, ironing even writing. Often this would be enough to settle my mind and sleep would be easier. A lot of times I didn’t have the mental power to get myself out of a warm bed, dress and begin the task. These were the times I would toss and turn and ultimately be a mess the next day. Even while all this was happening I was blaming the depression. There was never any consideration that it could be my hormones.

After several years I went back to the same GP (doctor choice in my area is not great) and asked to change medication. Not because of the sleep but that is another story. He changed me to a medication called Valdoxan which works by mimicking the pattern of melatonin. Almost immediately I noticed some changes. I still had my eyes open to say hi to 3am regularly but it didn’t bother me as much as it used to. The small amount of sleep I sometimes got was enough. Around the same time I stopped taking the contraceptive pill and have not had a period since. A hormone screen confirmed that I am post- menopausal. 

Is the change in my sleeping due to the medication or the change in my hormones or a combination of both? Even if I stop taking this medication I will likely never know. My journey to menopause was unconventional and clouded by other issues. I was 46 when the GP confirmed my menopausal status which is quite young. This is probably why my doctor didn’t really discuss menopause as a contributor to my depression or sleep issues. Additionally, as I said earlier the area I live in is not populated well with affordable high quality doctors. Often a woman has to deal with being treated by a male doctor from a very conservative cultural background. This means discussing issues like reproductive health can be awkward. Mentioning unconventional lifestyles like non-monogamy can lead to some prejudice. 

It is unlikely that I will ever really be sure if my relationship with 3am is a result of a mental health condition or if it is related to menopause. I don’t know if my mental health condition is related to menopause. I don’t think I will ever get answers because the time for seeking them has passed. What I do know is that women sharing their stories in an honest open forum is probably the best way for us to learn about this issue and become empowered. By creating the menopause diaries Marie has given women a space to share their experiences and possibly learn from each other. 

Money, Money, Money

Image by Goumbik from Pixabay

1. What is the most expensive thing you have purchased that was not worth the price?

I bought a pair of shoes last week. I still am not in the habit of doing regular land based things so I didn’t check the price before deciding to buy them. Not sure what was happening there but when the sales assistant rang up the price it was higher than I would have considered reasonable at the time. I didn’t have the brain space to argue so I just paid and walked out the shop. They are leather shoes and I will wear them a lot so I am just telling myself that is enough to justify the price.

2. Has money ever ruined a relationship for you?

Not really. Money is something that I use and I am relatively careful with but it isn’t something that drives life decisions for me. I haven’t had a relationship that was dictated by money issues ever so I guess I am lucky.

3. What is a cheap thing you own that just makes you SO happy?

The cardigan I am wearing as I type this. I got it from the sale rack. It was damaged but it is so soft and cuddly. I love wearing it.

4. What is the most toxic quality about you?

I have inherited some of my mother’s passive aggressive tendencies. I am relatively skilled at inducing guilt in the people who care about me. I am super conscious about not turning into her so I try really hard but it slips out sometimes.

5. Why do you not like to talk about money?

Because for many people seeing someone with something they don’t have but think they want causes them to be jealous and negative. I don’t want to be judged or thought of as a snob.

When we purchased our yacht the question a lot of my teacher friends asked was “How much did it cost?” I could hear the unspoken question of “How did you afford that?” as they asked. I never told anyone how much it was. My standard response was “Enough”. Most people were happy to leave it at that. I didn’t want to advertise to my colleagues that I work primarily for reasons other than to pay my bills.

Bonus: What is the craziest thing you have done for love?

Bought a boat that cost the same as a house, took unpaid leave from my job and spent six months sailing the Queensland coast. I got a lot out of it and it changed me for life but ultimately this voyage was about me compromising with Mr Jones.

Soaking up Sunshine

One of my favourite things to do during our voyage was sunbathing. I loved the freedom of being naked in the warm sunshine. As we journeyed south the temperatures dropped and I had fewer opportunities. I took this image just south of Gladstone in the last few weeks of our voyage. It was the last time I enjoyed this simple pleasure.

For now.

Until Moreton Bay warms up a little.

Friday Flashback – Home Delivery

It has been several years since Mr Fix It and I were regular FWBs. Back in the day we did have a lot of fun. This particular day was one of the highlights for me. I sincerely hope it was the same for him.

My week had been pretty busy with vanilla things. A couple of months back when I was in the throes of full on full time study I had fantasised about all the things I would get up to when study took a break for a while and I had a bit of time to myself. Of course it was a fantasy. Things never work out the way we imagine but that is life However things perked up when I received this text. 

Have a great hump day. Would you like to be at my place between 9 and 9.30 so I can pamper you nicely.

He is always so polite. I love that about him. And of course I wanted a morning of pamper. Who wouldn’t so I messaged back;

A morning of pamper sounds nice. I shall bring the massage table and the nail polish? Any other requests?

To which he replied;

I think that is it. I would really like it if you could wear something sexy for me. 

Now even though the original offer was for pampering for myself how could I not give such a polite, caring soul a hot surprise. So I set my mind to what I could wear. I don’t have a massively extensive wardrobe so this means he has seen pretty much everything that I have. Of course he has his favourites and I could do the easy thing and go with something tried and true but I was in the mood for something a bit less routine. I flicked through my closet turning over ideas in my head. Some of my outfits had promise but then I remembered it was winter. There is nothing sexy about being cold. Then I remembered my fur coat.

It isn’t real fur of course. Writing about this now I kind of cringe a little at the cliché but even after all my adventures I had never done the sexy undressed woman in a fur coat thing. I chose some lacy things to wear underneath. Glimpses of lace are so much more titillating that bare skin. Dressing was a challenge though. Normally when I go out I have an assistant to help me with straps and suspender belts. Today I was home alone and had to manage by myself. I fumbled through it, and satisfied with the results I was all ready to go. 

I never really thought about some of the ramifications of my plan until I got into my car. As I drove dressed in a coat that really didn’t button well, dressed in underwear and boots I was a little distracted. Fortunately I didn’t encounter a policeman during my short journey. As I sat at the lights in my Mazda RX8 I noticed some young men checking out my car. I laughed to myself as I thought “If you think the outside of the car is hot you should see what is INSIDE.”

I arrived at my destination and stepped out of the car. As I made my way up the driveway I kind of wished that there was a neighbour loitering around in their front yard so that I could really spark up their day. The feeling of being so undressed in public was making me feel as if I had drunk a bottle of wine or something. It made me more daring that I would normally be. 

He had left the door open. When I went in I found him on the couch. He had put the heater on so the room was nice and warm. I sat beside him, being careful to keep my coat closed. He was quiet and restrained but I could see his eyes scanning me. He noticed the boots and the stockings but he couldn’t see what was underneath. We sat for a few moments, me waiting for him to make a move, him not sure what to do with me. I noticed that his boxers had started to look like a tent. 

“So what is under the coat?” he asked trying to sound casual. 

I wasn’t fooled, “Stuff,” I wasn’t going to give too much away. “Did you want to see?” I couldn’t help myself. He wasn’t going to get the whole dinner served on a platter. He had to work a little for it. 

He was like a small child afraid to ask for too much, “Can I?”

I moved the coat a little to give him a glimpse of lace clad thigh, “Do you want to,” I really loved the teasing. It was hotter than prancing around in public nude underneath my coat.

He reached forward and opened the coat. The look on his face was priceless. I had to stop myself from clapping because of the success of my devious plan. 

“I didn’t bring the massage table because I figured that after you saw this you wouldn’t be interested in massage.” I commented as he continued to look at me.

“I think that was a wise assessment of the situation,” he lay me down on the couch and sat beside me. He still hadn’t touched me; he was like a child at Christmas unsure of which part to touch first. Carefully he unclasped the suspenders and removed my underwear, I shrugged out of my coat and lay, waiting. The boxers were despatched and he stood in above me with his hard cock standing out in front of him. He kneeled between my legs and slid his fingers into my cunt.

“Mmmmm, someone is a bit horny then,” he murmured before he slid his cock inside me. It had been a while since we fucked, I didn’t realise how good he felt inside me. I wanted him to fuck me for hours and hours but of course he had other plans. After a few strokes that brought us both close to the edge he pulled out and stood up beside the couch. His cock was even harder now and it was glistening with my juice. He held it close to my face and I sucked him briefly before he took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

He laid me down on the bed, dressed in boots and stockings and proceeded to eat my wet cunt. I knew what he wanted but I wanted to make him wait. He teased and licked me I could feel the pressure building in me but I held my pussy tight, keeping my juice inside, enjoying the teasing and tasting. He built me up until I couldn’t hold it any more. A jet of juice escaped and covered his face. Like a greedy child he lapped harder, sliding his finger into me, teasing the orgasms out of me. If the neighbours hadn’t seen me earlier they certainly heard me now. I covered his face and the bed before he knelt between my knees. 

He held my boots high in the air as he teased my hungry, wet pussy with his cock before sliding back inside me. We fucked like rabbits. I came again, squirting juice over his cock as it slammed into me. This wasn’t the long leisurely session we had discussed but I didn’t care. I loved this cock fucking me I just wanted more and more. I knew he wouldn’t be able to last longer but I didn’t care. I wanted to see him cumming.

As if he read my mind he pulled his cock out of me and jetted his cum over my belly, before sliding it back into me to fuck me harder as he climaxed a second time. I arched up to him, holding his throbbing cock tight inside me as he climaxed a third time.

We lay together enjoying the aftermath but I wasn’t finished. I opened the bag I had brought and pulled out some toys. He smiled with pleasure as I showed him what I had bought. I gave him the butt plug first. The novelty was back as he lubed it up and played around my ass with it. Carefully, slowly he slid it into me. I was horny and greedy, but I resisted the urge to tell him to hurry up. It slid in more easily than he expected I twisted in anticipation as he picked up my other vibe. Again, slowly, carefully he slid it into my hungry wet cunt. I loved the full feeling of the two toys stretching me, pleasuring me. He fucked me with the vibe, watching my face as I teased my hungry clit. I tried to hold off the orgasm but it was impatient. I came hard as he fucked me arching off the bed and groaning out my pleasure. The orgasm seemed to go for minutes before I collapsed, exhausted on the bed. 

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 13

Since the beginning of the year I have been working through “Thirty Dirty Questions” which I found on the blog of Brigid Delaney. Along the way I have been joined by two fellow bloggers; Mike from Marriage, Sex and More and Marie from Rebel’s Notes. Make sure you check out their responses for some excellent insights.

What do you tend to fantasize or dream about when it comes to sex? What kinds of porn or kink are you drawn to?

I am excited by the idea of playing with a dominant. I am attracted to men who take charge and give directions. My experiences with The Second Mate expanded on this attraction. Being given specific instructions that expanded my boundaries and helped me to learn more about my own body were very satisfying and left me wanting more. Johnny also ticked some of these boxes. He had a specific order he liked to do things in and he gave clear instructions. In addition he had “the look” that he gave me when he knew I was on the verge of orgasm and he wanted to see me come. The Second Mate also had a “look” that he would give when he knew I was holding back or getting distracted. I find the thought of being instructed when to orgasm intensely exciting. 

Mr Jones and I have discussed the idea of me finding a dominant. Until we met The Second Mate Mr Jones felt that any man that was strong enough to dominate me would not be a very nice person. Part of his thinking was because I didn’t communicate clearly what I really wanted. Since we have played with The Second Mate and I was able to give him a more specific example of what I really like he is a little more on board with the idea. 

Even though I like this idea and Mr Jones is OK with it in theory I am not about to embark on a specific search for a man like this. My experience with meeting people through Fetlife has been very bad. I can select for dominant men through the dating app I currently use but it is primarily for swingers and sex and so any kind of kink often has a loose interpretation. Although I did meet The Second Mate and Johnny on it so there is hope. My current approach is to let things happen organically. It has enabled me to have some great experiences so if I have a more specific goal I am hopeful that I will be having a lot of fun.

Image by Ti Murray-Wyles from Pixabay

Nothing Ever Happens in Marlborough – Rework

The prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday was “Movie Star” I was reminded of a story I posted in 2020. It was too good a concept to sit by the wayside so I dusted it off and gave it a tweak. I hope you enjoy.

The regular Friday night crowd filtered slowly in. Most of them were familiar, farmers or workers from the mine nearby. One or two were truckies who drove up and down the highway that passed their front door. Of course there was always at least one ring in. Usually a traveler or two made their way in from the free camp on the other side of the road sometimes an unfamiliar truckie. At the end of the bar Janice’s friend Katrina sat with her boyfriend Steve.

“What time do you finish?” Katrina pushed Steve’s hand away from her thigh

“Same as usual, around 10,” Janine smiled to herself at Steve’s antics.

“Wanna come and play Wii with us later?” Katrina shrugged Steve away as he tried to kiss the side of her neck.

Janine smirked openly, “And interrupt you two rabbits?”

“Well you could always join us,” Katrina looked at Janine underneath her eyelashes.

It wasn’t an unappealing thought. It wasn’t something she hadn’t done before. The idea caused a slight tingle between Janine’s thighs.

“I will see how the night goes.” She replied, “There is something in the air tonight, this lot might get a bit out of hand.” Friday night in a roadhouse on the side of a highway in a tiny rural town was always a bit unpredictable.

Janine moved away to pull beers for the men standing around the bar. She shared banter with the ones she knew. It was all part of her job. Occasionally one would get out of hand and try to take it further, she would put them in their place pretty quickly. A girl had to know how to handle herself in a place like this and Janine knew better than to go home with a guy from the pub.

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed three men come in. Two of them sounded American but they were accompanied by a tall guy with an Australian accent who looked vaguely familiar. Irritation welled up in Janine. These guys were probably going to want a room and food, she would have to go make up beds and organise meals for them. Why couldn’t they have stopped in a bigger town and found a hotel that was bigger with more staff.

Pushing her irritation down she put her best customer service smile on and made her way to the end of the bar where they were standing, “What can I get you?” she made her way to the end of the bar where they were standing.

One of the Americans replied, “Do you have rooms here?”

Janine hoped her irritation at this question didn’t show as she replied, “We do but I will have to get them made up for you. It may take a while, I am kind of busy here.”

The Australian smiled and at least had the grace to look a little uncomfortable at the imposition. The feeling that she knew him from somewhere grew stronger, adding to her irritation. He shot a look at the American who had approached her, “We get it, Can we please have a beer while we wait?” Despite herself Janine felt some of her irritation dissipate. He was attractive this man who she could not recognise. She poured beers for the three of them. A couple of paces away some patrons stood impatiently waiting for beer. Janine’s irritation re-appeared as she realised her manager had disappeared and left her to fend for herself.

“I will just serve these guys and be back in a moment,” she smiled her best customer service smile.

“Johnno can you get your arse out here!,” she yelled through the door at the back of the bar before turning and pulling five beers for the men waiting.

Like a ghost Johnno appeared. “Keep your pants on, I just had to piss,” There was nothing charming about Johnno.

“Those guys want rooms,” Janine nodded in the direction of the three men standing a little awkwardly at the end of the bar.

“Well you better get them organised,” Johnno never turned down the opportunity to make a buck, “Charge them extra because it is Friday and they didn’t make a reservation,” he grinned. Janine was not happy with his reply, she didn’t want to make up three rooms, nor organise meals.

“So how many rooms was that you wanted?” she smiled sweetly at the tall, oddly familiar man.

“Three if it is not too much trouble,” She could tell he felt a little awkward but right now she didn’t care. She just wished he and his American sounding friends had planned their trip better and landed in a town with a hotel that actually wanted travellers like them. Not in her pub that was really for farmers who wanted a beer on Friday night.

“If it isn’t too much trouble, could we get some food as well?” There was a strange glint in his eye.

“Sure! Our meals are on the board there, I will let you decide, and Johnno will get you another drink while I go sort your rooms. When you decide on your meals let him know what you want, and he will organise it.” She smiled and left them to order their drinks and food.

Upstairs she busied herself with sheets and towels. At least having these three guys around tonight would mean some extra hours for her tomorrow cleaning their rooms and doing their laundry. She could do with some cash. Efficiently she made up the first room, checking that everything was straight and tidy before making her way down the hallway to the second. She was halfway through the second bed when she was startled by the tall stranger.

“I thought I would come and help,” he spoke awkwardly, “I felt like we were imposing a little..” his voice trailed away.

Janine stood awkwardly beside the partially made bed. The strange look in his eyes and the feeling that she should know him made her flustered. “Umm, OK.” She turned back to tug at the sheet before he moved to the other side of the bed and helped her. Dumbfounded Janine watched as he tucked the sheet into perfect hospital corners.

“My mother was a bit of a neat freak,” he grinned sheepishly. He reached for the blanket and dealt with it in the same perfect neatness.

“Would you like a job?” Janine found herself drawn to him. Something about the way his hands moved and tucked the sheets so neatly despite his height and gym buffed body.

“Maybe,” he stood up and took a step closer to her. For a few moments they stood, almost touching. The sound of the bar below them formed a faint background noise but all Janine was aware of was the man in front of her, the slightly musky scent of his body, the way he towered over her. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her shirt and her breathing seemed laboured in the stillness of the room. Time moved slowly as he reached out and touched her face before trailing his fingers down her neck and along the edge of her shirt. She stood, unable to move, transfixed by the burning of his fingers.

His eyes looked at her questioningly, he seemed to be struggling with something, Janine reached out and touched his chest.

“I hope this isn’t too presumptuous but you are so fucking sexy,” his voice was deep and husky.

Janine was lost for words. He pulled her closer, “Can I kiss you?” He seemed like a little boy, afraid of being chastised. Unable to speak she nodded. Within a heartbeat they were pressed together. His hands reached down and cupped her arse, holding her against his hard body. She reached down and cupped the bulge in his jeans. He groaned into her mouth as her hands unbuckled his belt to release the hard heat of his cock. Quickly he followed suit, pulling her jeans down to her hips before turning her around to face the wall. Deft fingers stroked her wetness as she arched back towards him. Nothing mattered anymore except the need to be filled by his delicious cock. He did not disappoint. He filled her hard and the room filled with the sound of his belly slapping against her arse. She cried out in pleasure as he stroked her clit in time with his thrusts.

The orgasm hit her like a train. Vaguely she was aware of him holding her hips as he emptied into her. Her legs sagged as strong arms held her upright.

“Don’t want to mess up the bed,” he panted. Janine looked behind her.

“Oh yeh,” she laughed slowly coming back to her senses. There was a knock on the door.

“Janine, what the fuck are you doing?” Johnno’s voice filtered through as Janine hurriedly wiggled into her jeans.

“Shit, Shit!!! Coming,” she smoothed her hair and straightened her shirt. The stranger smirked at her.

“I believe you already came,” his voice was rich and sent tingles through her body.

“Fuck you,” she replied.

“I think that also happened,” his eyes were the most impossible shade of blue. “But if you are interested we can have another round when you finish. This bed deserves a good messing.”

Janine grinned. “Definitely.” She turned and left. She still didn’t know his name but somehow that didn’t matter.

Months later Janine knocked on Katrina’s door after her Friday night shift.

“Want to know some amazing goss?” Katrina greeted her in excitement.

Janine was startled but her friend’s excitement was infectious. “What!”

Katrina waved a clipping from the local newspaper in her friend’s face.

“Liam Hemsworth is making a movie in Marlborough! Who would have thought, nothing ever happens in Marlborough!”

Underneath the headline was a photograph of the man Janine had spent the night with. Until right then she had not been able to place him. How could she have been so dumb!

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 12

Time for another episode of Thirty Dirty Questions. If you are loving this then you can catch up on my other responses here. You can also check out some other participants over at Rebel’s Notes and Marriage Sex and More

Is there anything about sex that embarrasses you, causes shame or fear of makes you nervous?

I am a squirter. I have quite openly discussed this a few times in this blog. It is an ability that I had to work on to make happen. At the time when I started squirting it was a bit of a novelty. A lot of partners, including Mr. Jones enjoyed the sensation and obvious pleasure it gave me. Over time I became more ‘adept’ and have been known to produce liters of liquid during some sessions.

I am self-conscious about the mess it creates. Although most men like the IDEA I think the reality can be confronting. Also the reactions about getting my juice in their face while they are licking me are often mixed. For a while I didn’t advertise my ‘abilities’ with new partners because I felt that they would sometimes become fixated about it and that was the only thing they wanted. After a while I realised that while I was achieving what I wanted in that regard I was sometimes missing out on oral sex.

Once a man realised that licking me was probably going to get that result he would have one of two reactions. He would love it and try to drink me up. This reaction works well for me. I felt desired and got to enjoy an activity that gives me great pleasure. The second reaction was not so good. He would politely withdraw and oral sex on me would be stopped for the rest of our time together. I would get a hand job and a fucking. Not the desired outcome.

So I changed tack. I tell people now, if you don’t like me squirting in your face then I am not sure this is going to work. It hasn’t been successful. Men lie. If there is a chance they are going to get sex they will tell a woman whatever they think she wants to hear. They will say yes to an activity and then give it a cursory glance before moving on to the thing THEY want.

As a side note I am working on toning down the squirting thing. The amount of laundry it generates is ridiculous. Just as I trained myself to respond in this way I can train myself to respond in other ways. My recent experiences with The Second Mate has led me to start exploring toys and I am finding I respond a little differently to vibration. I like it. It is giving me more power over my orgasms and it is making me more confident in asking for / taking what I want.

Friday Flashback – Sing a Song of Sixpence

Sometimes I look back over posts that I wrote on Erotic Adventures and wonder what was going through my head. This one sounded fun so I hope you all enjoy it.

Sing a song of Sixpence
The sweet voices of the choir outside drifted through the window. I added my own chorus with moans of pleasure as I sprawled over the settee in the salon gripping my lover’s hair as he licked my cunt.

A pocket full of Rye
He always brings me a gift when he visits. Tonight, it was a pocket full of tiny seed pearls which he showered over my naked breasts before bending to pleasure my nipple. 

Four and twenty naughty boys baked in a pie
One of the most delicious things in the kitchen is the sight of those naughty naked boys bent over Cook’s knee whimpering as she paddles their soft white bottoms.

When the pie was opened the birds began to sing
The scullery maid and the chamber maids stood against the wall with their skirts hitched up and their legs spread wide. With red bottoms the naughty boys kneeled in front of them licking at them until they screamed in pleasure. 

Wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king?
The ladies of the court were impressed by the naughty boys. The butler collared them and they crawled on their hands and knees out into Father’s feasting hall licking and sucking whenever a lady lifted her skirts and spread her legs for them.

The King was in the counting house counting out his money
Father does love feeling his gold. I haven’t watched but I have heard that he loves to fuck the scullery maid on a bed of gold coins. I prefer a softer bed. 

The Queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey
For the record the Queen bathes in milk and honey, because she thinks she is Cleopatra. Then she gets her favourite naughty boy, the one with the largest cock, to lick her dry before he fucks her pussy and then her ass with his big long cock.

The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes
It was a beautiful sunny day. The Captain of the Guard was loitering in the garden. Not surprising really. The laundry maid had loosened her corset and her dress had slipped. As she reached up to peg the royal knickers her full round breasts peeked out of her bodice teasing the nice Captain and his men.

When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose
The Captain of the Guard should have known better though. The laundry maid has a thing for the black slave that landed with the visiting party from Africa. When she was finished hanging out the clothes she lifted her skirts and bent over the garden wall watching the Captain and his men while her lover pleasured her with his big black cock.