To Photograph or Not to Photograph

This week is number 500 of Wicked Wednesday. I have a memory of a conversation with Marie way back in 2012 when the moderator of Wank Wednesday announced that she was ending her meme and Marie was building a new place for weekly stories and erotic images. Back then I was deeply committed to writing and the routine of writing a piece every week for a prompt helped me to become a better writer. I felt like I was going somewhere with writing and I was excited to be part of the new era. You can read part of my first post here. 

Fast forward to 2021. My life has taken many twists and turns since then and my blogging and writing has ebbed and flowed. I moved my blog from Blogger to WordPress in 2014 and for a long time didn’t really post anything regular as I worked to establish my new career as a teacher. At the end of 2019 I “put a rocket up my arse” and started to pay attention to Corrupting Mrs Jones. Slowly the views and traffic increased. I kept up the commitment through 2020 and when I started my life changing voyage with Mr Jones in April of 2021 I looked forward to having the time to craft stories instead of spitting them out just in time to meet the deadlines of memes.

2021 has indeed been my biggest year and included one month where I topped over 4000 views. When I reviewed my statistics for this posts I could see that the most popular posts have been those that I included in Sinful Sunday. The top 10 posts for this year are below. Only one “Stretching Greedy Lucy” was a story. The rest are Sinful Sunday posts. 

Morning Glory

Relaxing in to it

A Small Reminder

Popping our Sinful Sunday Cherry

I am Wild and I am Free

Panties to the Side

Travelling Boobs

Stretching Greedy Lucy Pt 2

No it isn’t Straight

Double Take

I am not sure how I feel about this. I have never listed erotic photography as an interest. I started posting in Sinful Sunday as Mr Jones and I were travelling and had endless opportunities to take nude photos in great locations. I had some vague notion that it might become a hobby of his. It didn’t really work out that way. Since we have been back living in our landlubbing house obvious opportunities have become harder to find and his interest is small. I don’t feel as technically competent as a photographer as someone like Molly. But it seems that the general public are more inclined to click on a set of boobs than they are on a story that will take five minutes to read. Does this mean my writing is not worthy? I don’t know. 

Over the years of blogging I have enjoyed the therapeutic aspect of putting my thoughts somewhere that I don’t feel judged or compelled to perform. Wicked Wednesday has been one such space where I can post and get some good feedback. I also like to spend some time browsing while I enjoy my morning cup of tea, reading what other people are posting for that particular week. The feeling of “anything goes” has really helped me to relax and share my thoughts in a way that I hope is positive. I periodically think about putting a more concerted effort into writing fiction and making something of the million or so starts I have made to stories. Recently I had a coffee with a Twitter friend and he did encourage me to take some steps in that direction. But, news flash, writing a long piece that involves more than two or three fucks is hard. And it seems I have the attention span of a gold fish. 

But I am not ready to give up yet. I admire Marie for her consistent, thoughtful posts. The way she seems to find time to post and run two memes, Wicked Wednesday and Menopause Diaries, as well as Blogable. Does she ever sleep? She certainly is much more productive in front of a screen than me. I admire her and the other people in the world who have beautiful websites, amazing content and consistently work to support plebs like me who struggle to put out three posts per week consistently. 

I learned long ago that making statements like, “I am going to wow the world with my writing by writing 50, 000 words next week” are doomed to failure. I have also learned that talent is a small portion of any success story. So I will keep on keeping on. I know there are people out there who read my pages and enjoy them. And that is enough for me. 

Belly Fat

Photo by Monika Kozub on Unsplash

When I open my social media it seems inevitable that I will be faced with an advertisement that is aimed at women of “a certain age” and promises to reduce their belly fat, deal with their bloating or generally be a miracle cure for mysterious weight that won’t move. A quick google and a number of articles that claim to be medically reviewed come up explaining that hormonal changes happening during peri menopause will be connected to a need to review the way you look at weight. 

For me I have been convinced most of my life that I am overweight and that my naturally curvy shape is unattractive (thanks mother!). At the age of six I was teased by my parents for being chubby. And so I have always thought that my belly was unattractive. Even when it wasn’t. Earlier in the year I posted a shot taken for #travellingboob that included my muffin top. I wrote about the way my eye was always drawn to that part of my body and it always made me feel inadequate.

The belly is something that comes and goes a little. But it is always there. Once I had a conversation with Johnny about how women around my age always feel like they are fat. The women he had met felt that way because their husbands had told them they were overweight and used it as their excuse to cheat on and ultimately leave them for a younger, thinner model. I will never forget the passion in his voice when he told me how he felt about it. 

“So what if your tummy is a bit soft? You have carried and birthed children. Your body has done amazing things. What about their husbands? They have a big fat gut because they sit on the couch and drink beer. What is amazing about that?” 

For the record, Mr Jones is not one of those husbands. 

The long and the short of things is that women’s bodies do some pretty incredible stuff. During pregnancy the uterus increases mass by up to ten times it’s regular size. That is the amount of tissue actually increases 1000%! Then, afterwards it goes, mostly, back again. The rest of our abdominal cavity moves and adjusts to accomodate up to 20 extra kilograms of “stuff” before having to find its way back to it’s “normal” position. Our hormones change markedly both in response to our mensural cycle but also in response to pregnancy, breastfeeding and changes in our ovaries. The female body is a temple that creates life. We are the goddesses who should be honoured for that. 

So if you are a mother, or even if you aren’t. Your body is undergoing some major changes. You deserve to give yourself a break. As long as you are focussed on your overall health and putting food into your body that will keep you healthy and happy. It is pointless obsessing about how many calories you are taking in or trying to manage one particular food group. Comparing yourself to other women is a trap we all fall into. It is dangerous and destructive and will only lead to heartache. 

Those articles that tell us we need to change the way we look at weight loss? They are right. We do need to look at the way we look at weight loss. We need to change the way we see our bodies and stop obsessing that we need to look a certain way. Celebrate your body and it’s achievements. Be kind to it and feed it good food that you enjoy. Be kind to yourself. Don’t let others make you feel less than the goddess you are.

TMI Tuesday – Looking Forward Looking Back

1. My favorite thing about 2021 was.

#travellingboob,#boatlife, #cruisingyacht. That made me sound like such a millennial but honestly the best part of 2021 for me was being on the ocean and wearing as little as possible.

2. What is something that happened to you in 2021 that you never want to forget?

So many moments in the voyage Mr Jones and I shared. I cannot choose just one. Mostly I never want to forget that there are always choices that can be made. We are never “stuck” in a particular situation. Walking the path less travelled is always interesting and more fulfilling.

3. What would you like to do differently next year?

When I returned from my journey I felt very refreshed and I made the commitment to myself to make my 50th year on The Earth “The Year of Being Fabulous”. Of course I am not sure how that is different from what I already do. But a couple of months in I can feel a little slide away from fabulousness. Maintaining my focus and not letting the mundane rule my life would be my ultimate goal.

4. How do you honor the past while staying focused on the future?

Learn from your mistakes. Keep only people in your life who you have a healthy connection with. Don’t let your family rule your life just because they are your family.

5. Next year I am excited to _____ .

Start my new job. It is an adventure into a different way of educating. Right now I am not sure what it is going to look like. At the moment it has the potential to be innovative and exciting. I just hope I am able to be creative enough to make it happen.

Bonus: Do you feel jaded at all?

Right now not so much. Having six months at sea tends to clear the head pretty well. Since being back on the land I have been able to make changes that will help keep my head clear and looking firmly forwards.

Bonus for you guys, some images to help clear your mind and soothe your soul.

Relinquish

To relinquish control gave him a release that splashed over her skin

#Storyin12

All I Want for Christmas

As I was preparing to write this I read through some of my old posts about Christmas. I was interested to read this one and to compare my thoughts about Christmas in 2021 with my thoughts about Christmas in 2022. I was actually really surprised about how different they were. Somewhere, somehow I have had a complete change of thinking. 

For many years I allowed my mother to dictate the location and the way that Christmas would play out. She called the shots by guilting her children into attending a family gathering that most people didn’t really enjoy. Since my children were very small travelling ridiculous distances and spending Christmas sleeping in a strange bed, in a strange house feeling awkward and not at home has been a big part of the landscape. They tolerated it but since leaving school and becoming more adult they have become more vocal about out it. 

My niece and nephews were a little ahead of the field informing their parents that they were not up for travelling anywhere this Christmas and they just wanted to stay home. And so for the first time in a long time we are Christmassing like a lot of people. Visiting for lunch and then leaving to go home to our own house where we will host a small evening meal. For the first time we will see most of both sides of our family on Christmas Day and there will be no sleeping in weird beds or having unwelcome and demanding house guests! 

I am excited! Yes it isn’t what my parents want but honestly they can go jump off a cliff. Last year I posted about them being elderly and isolated and I had a feeling of responsibility to them. Last year I did the journey and survived the three or so days of Christmas Hell. And after Christmas Day there was an altercation with my mother that drove home to me that I had given her far too much power in our relationship. It doesn’t matter that she is older and living in a place where she has limited support from able bodied people and very limited health care. She chose that life. She is an adult and she still has all of her mental capacity. She can make changes if she chooses. Throughout the year I have quietly pointed this out to her. 

From now on Christmas is about me, Mr Jones, #1Son and The Unicorn; along with their partners. Where and how we celebrate Christmas is dictated by their work commitments. In line with most things in our family it is fairly low key. We have a tree in the corner and have been busily making things as gifts for family members. There are not a lot of other decorations around the house but that is OK. There is ham in the fridge and prawns in the freezer. Things that are essential for Christmas in our house. We are all happy.  

I am surprised by the number of parcels under our tree but it is a good thing. I am looking forward to opening them and watching others open theirs. For the first time in a long time I am excited by Christmas. I am hoping that this is a sign of things to come. Low key, relaxed Christmas with people I actually want to see. 

Down the Hallway

This story is an alternate perspective of last weeks entry “In the Dark”

His ears strained listening for sounds that would tell him what was happening down the hallway. Since she had left their bed time had seemed to stop. The house was quiet in the early morning. In other rooms other people slept. Oblivious to what was unfolding. A faint sound of pleasure came from the room at the other end of the house. Jake’s ears pricked. His cock twinged in response. 

In response to the sounds from the other end of the house he reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock squeezing gently. He imagined her sliding into the bed next to the other man. Her hands moving over his body as she roused him from sleep. The unmistakable sound of her pleasure came softly to his ears. He knew that she had woken him and he was pleasuring her. Was his hand sliding between those silky thighs he knew so well? Did she gush juice over his hand as he fingered her folds. 

Sounds of their pleasure increased. He could hear heavy breathing as they pleasured each other. A rhythmic squeak told him they had started to fuck. In his mind Jake could see her sitting proudly astride him her magnificent breasts bouncing in time with her movements as his cock was buried deep in her cunt. A deep guttural moan excited his hard cock even more. His hand shuffled up and down as he listened to them fucking in the other room. The squeaking of the bed became more frantic before he heard the sound of his climax. Alone in his bed Jake’s body arched as he imagined him pumping his seed into her.

The sounds of pleasure ebbed away and silence descended into the cool early morning air. Once more Jake found himself pricking his ears, straining for a sound to inform him of what was happening. The soft patter of feet on the wooden floor warned him of her return. What gift would she bring him? 

Without a word she slid back into the warmth of his bed. They kissed briefly but his mind was focussed completely on something else. Urgently, more forcefully than normal he pushed her down on the bed and spread her legs. He dipped his fingers into her cunt feeling the different texture of her wetness. The smell of semen filled his nostrils and his desire was overpowering. 

“Sit on my face.” He whispered into the darkness. 

Without question she obliged spreading her thighs and smothering him in the glorious smell and taste that she had carried back to him. He tried to hold back, to savour his gift but he was incapable. His fingers gripped her hips as he pulled her down to bury his face in her cunt. Another man’s semen and his own wife’s juice covered his face. His desire for her had never been so overwhelming. He needed to fuck her. To cover his cock with cum and pussy juice. To fully enjoy her gift. 

TMI Tuesday – It’s the Little things

1. Do you have a favorite author? Who?

Not especially. I read a rather eclectic range of books combining both fiction and non-fiction. Stand outs are Terry Pratchett and Anne Rice.

2. Do you make your bed each morning? Why?

No. Because I just don’t. Sometimes I might straighten it but hospital corners and perfectly straight doona seem to be a big waste of time.

3. What is one recipe that gets you through busy, hectic times?

“Egg, cabbage, noodle thing”

Cook a packet of Mi Goreng instant noodles and mix the sauce through.

In a separate pan stir fry a grated carrot and about a cup of finely sliced cabbage.

Add three or four eggs and scramble with the vegetables

Stir through the noodles and serve.

You can add different vegetables and more or fewer eggs. While we were travelling this dish was great when staggering back late after sun downers on the beach

4. For therapeutic venting, who do you call–friend, sibling, parent, significant other?

Most of my therapeutic venting is done with The Unicorn. She sometimes tends to respond to a vent with her own rant which can be annoying but on the whole she gets most of my issues.

5. When did you last de-clutter the camera roll/pics on your smartphone?

While we were travelling I regularly de-cluttered my phone because it filled really quickly. No we are back in the mundane world I only really remove the last selfies that I sent to my lover. Mostly so that I don’t have to worry about some random vanilla accidentally seeing it.

Bonus: What is the subject of your next blog post?

I am intending to write another flash fiction with an extension of the story I published last week for Wicked Wednesday. No spoilers.

Indecision

Dark or milk chocolate?

Why not have both?

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 18

At the start of the year I began working my way through Thirty Dirty Questions from the pages of Brigit Delaney. Along the way I have been joined by Rebel from Rebel’s Notes and Mike from Marriage Sex and More.

Do you have trust issues surrounding sex or your sexual relationships?

Photo by Alex Shute on Unsplash

Mr Jones and I are swingers. We have been swingers for an extended period of time. Ever since the beginning open communication has been a cornerstone of the way that we live this lifestyle. I don’t consider myself to be an expert on all things non-monogamous but I do consider us to be fairly successful in our lifestyle. If anyone starting out in this lifestyle were to ask me for my number one tip it would be to always be honest and listen when your partner is being vulnerable.

When your spouse is having sex with another person there has to be trust. It is irrelevant if they are only engaging in foreplay, they are only having sex in the same room as you or they are off having date nights without you being present. If there isn’t going to be strain and conflict in your relationship there has to be trust. Without trust jealousy is inevitable. And if there is a sure fire way to invite the green eyed monster in to cause havoc in your relationship then not communicating and creating trust is it.

Communicating about this kind of thing is not easy. It feels weird. It is hard to overcome years of social conditioning and popular culture that doesn’t support unconventional relationships. It is hard to overcome pre-concieved ideas that you or your partner may have. The first time you have to talk about something that is happening that you are uncomfortable about can be terrifying. And awkward and just plain weird. It gets easier as you become more comfortable with yourself and where you are at. Trust can only be built on honesty. 

I would say that we definitely have done the hard yards and built trust based on this commitment to honesty. Between us there is a lot of trust that can be evidenced in Mr Jones’ confidence that I will be safe when I venture out to meet new people alone. His readiness to agree to adventures that I propose and his confidence that I will hold back when he feels that I need to or if he needs me to. 

With my extra martial relationships things can be somewhat transactional. When seeking a partner there are always conversations about what each party is interested in and looking for. There is always a discussion about boundaries and rules that may be in place with primary partners. If you are new to this kind of lifestyle and you are seeing other people without these conversations things are likely to get really messy really quickly. There are many men, and probably women as well, who hang around the swing scene without the knowledge or consent of their partner. The reasons that they do this kind of thing vary from person to person. I do not judge them for choosing this path. 

However I am not going to jump into bed with a man who admits he is cheating on his partner. If he is going to lie to the person he has committed to for his entire life then he absolutely will lie to me without a second thought. He will be unreliable and lie about it. He will ask to do things that are not safe and then lie about it. He may (and I have had this happen) ask me to pretend to be some kind of work contact should she ever answer the phone when I call. Essentially lying for him. I can never trust him entirely. And so I will not enter into an arrangement with a man who is cheating. Of course if he lies and doesn’t tell me about his wife / fiancé / girlfriend then that is on him. As soon as I catch him in the lie out the door he goes. There is no substitute for honesty. 

In the Dark

Photo by Krista Mangulsone on Unsplash

Sleep receded slowly as his body became aware of her sliding into the bed beside him. His cock stirred as she snuggled beside him, In the midnight darkness of his room their lips met, his hands caressed her soft curves, cupping her breast and tasing her nipples before sliding downwards to the space between her thighs. Her hand closed around his stiffening cock stroking gently. As his arousal grew his breathing became quicker. Fo so long he had waited for this. Many evenings they had flirted. Once or twice they had caressed and fondled but somehow she had never been in his bed. It was almost like the dream that he had been enjoying.

His fingers slid into her slit. She was slick and wet with arousal and her body arched towards him. Her legs fell open inviting his fingers deeper towards the centre of her arousal. He responded to her invitation, sliding deeper into her folds until he found her swollen nub. He circled the little node with wide gentle circles as she writhed and gasped against him. Her hand covered his pressing his fingers harder against her groin. The sound of her voice increased sending echoes of her pleasure down the darkened hallway to the ears of other people listening in other rooms. He slid his fingers inside her and was rewarded with a jet of warm liquid covering his hand and making a damp patch on the sheets beneath them.

He leaned down and kissed her, he could feel her smiling in the darkness. Pleased with herself at surprising him. She pushed herself upright and straddled his hips so that his cock was resting against her wet opening. She moved her hips so that his cock was rubbing against her clit causing her to shudder in pleasure. Warm juice spurted over his belly dribbling down onto the sheets. The sound of her pleasure filled the room. He reached up and cupped her breasts, delighting in their fullness as she pleasured herself against his cock. In the movement and the wetness his cock slipped inside her. She ground down onto him, pushing his cock deep into herself. A small sliver of dawn light pierced the darkness and he could see her watching him intently as she rocked her hips over his cock. Her cunt was so wet and so hungry that he knew he wouldn’t last long. 

Somehow it didn’t matter. She was intent on milking his climax from him. He allowed himself to ride the waves of pleasure she was giving him. He gripped her hips firmly moving her faster, in time with the rising tension in his body. The orgasm ripped through him making him cry out in pleasure. She held his cock inside her until the orgasm ebbed away and he was lying quietly, basking in the afterglow. Without a word she slipped out of his bed and padded quietly down the hallway taking the memory of his orgasm pleasure back to her waiting husband.