Into the Woods

Photo by Jim Carroll on Unsplash

f you go down to the woods today

You’re in for a big surprise

The nursery rhyme sprang into Carrie’s mind as she wound through the trees. All around her were sounds of the bush, chattering of birds and buzzing of cicadas

There’s lots of marvellous things to eat

And wonderful games to play

She came upon a small clearing and there he was, sitting quietly on a rug. He was watching the  fairy wrens flitting about. She took a few moments to spy on him, smiling to herself as her eyes travelled over the familiar body. Before long he noticed her and gracefully got to his feet. Standing in the bush completely naked he took her breath away. Immediately she noticed the glint of silver around his cock pushing his balls forward to frame his semi erect member. Quickly she followed his unspoken instruction and shed her clothing, shivering a little as the cool air caressed her skin.

“It is so good to see you.” His voice was soft in her ear as he stepped forward and placed a blindfold around her eyes. Only when the fabric was secure did he take a moment to kiss her hello. She stood still, waiting as he moved away. Then he was back, she could hear his breath and smell his aftershave. He pressed a strawberry against her lips. Opening her mouth she let him feed her the sweet treat. 

Beneath the trees where nobody sees

He led her to the side of the clearing. Her arms were lifted and she felt the coarse rope binding her hands around the trunk of the tree. Bark scratched her naked breasts as he spread her legs. Cool air whispered around her twitching wet cunt. The sound of bird calls seemed to fade into the background as the clamour of her desire rang loud in her mind. 

His body pressed against her back, she could feel his hard cock against her arse and his heavy breathing in her ear. His fingers slid into her slick opening. Unconsciously her knees bent apart inviting him to pleasure her deeply. Her own breathing came harder and faster ending in small moans. She ached to be filled with the hot hard cock that seemed to be throbbing against her arse. 

The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today.

“Do you want this cock?” His voice was hot and gruff in her ear

“Yes,” She whispered against the bark of the tree.

“I can’t hear you,” His fingers pressed against her g-spot making her knees buckle.

“YES!” Her voice rang through the clearing.

Watch them, catch them unawares

His body left hers and for long moments there was silence. Emotions tumbled through her mind  Fear that he had left her tied and vulnerable began to creep in.

And then he was back. Except he wasn’t. This man smelled different.

A hot hard cock filled her. Despite herself she groaned in pleasure. 

Who it was no longer mattered. 

Riding the Sybian

This shot is a screen shot captured from a video taken on a weekend Mr Jones and I attended recently. I have been curious about this kind of toy before.

Verdict?

Jury is out for the moment but I will be posting more about this particular weekend in days to come.

Another Cute Bum

I have always had a thing for Mr Jone’s butt. When I looked down into our cabin recently and saw this I just had to capture a picture!

Under the Table

For the month of January Brigit has chosen winter themed prompts. I try but I just can’t get my head around them! I am a child of the sun. Snow and fires have never been part of my experience. For Flash Fiction Friday this week I bring you a story of naked people enjoying a beautiful summer day.

It started as a bit of a joke. What would it be like to sit under the table and pleasure those sitting around? Could it be a game where nobody knew if they would be next. Would the men (and maybe the women) be able to keep their poker faces? 

Somehow the time never seemed right. She tested the table a couple of times. Making sure it was high enough and the legs were not going to get in the way. It was more spacious under there than she expected. The height between the table and the seat seemed enough to fit her head. Maybe it would work. 

The day was warm and everyone felt comfortable to lose some clothing. There were enough people around the table to make it a fun thing to do. Without explaining she slipped under the table. Twisting her body to fit in between the first pair of legs. She wet her lips and slid them down the shaft. This was not the game she had discussed with her husband. This was just her being a dirty greedy slut. How could she resist with so much beautiful cock just there in front of her? 

The first man didn’t hide his pleasure. He was hard in her mouth She tasted the salt of his pre-cum and she knew she had him. But there were more cocks that she could see. Sitting stiffly between legs wondering if they would get a turn. She twisted her body and positioned herself between another pair of legs. She could see his face as she took him into her mouth. Sliding her lips all the way down his shaft. She wasn’t taking prisoners today. Her fingers gripped the base of his cock firmly and she sucked him firmly. His leg trembled as she watched the pleasure on his face. 

With a grin she moved to the next one. Thick and strong. She loved this cock. Had always loved it. Even when she struggled to fit it into her mouth. She watched the familiar face as her lips pleasured him. Every crevice, every vein was familiar she knew how to pleasure and she did her best to pleasure him. 

There was one more. A new man. One she had never seen before. His cock was pretty. Neat and clean. From the first moment she saw it she knew she wanted it. But she had held back. Waiting. Not wanting to be greedy or to block the other women. Now, her sense of politeness went out of the window. She took all of him into her mouth, tasting the salt drip of pre-cum on his tip as she sucked. Cramped under the table she was limited in her exploration. But there was time. Sometime, in the future she would explore him properly. 

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 20

Source Brigit Delaney https://brigitdelaney.com/2020/10/30-dirty-questions/

What is the most sexually daring thing you have done?

For many people this question is fairly cut and dry. For most people being daring sexually is a once in a lifetime or at the most once a year thing. For me, who has been consistently pushing the envelope for ten years or more it is a minefield of a question. I sometimes ask this question when I am in the initial phases of contact with prospective play partners. It is a way for me to gauge how adventurous and experienced they are. But when the tables are turned and I am asked the same question? Definitely a mine field. 

Firstly, what does a person consider daring? Most vanillas would consider having sex with someone else in front of your partner daring. But most people we know in the swinging / kink world accept that is par for the course. 

Having sex or doing something sexual in a public place? That is pretty daring. Mr Jones and I have done that several times. One that springs to mind is the time we took a break on a road trip and had sex on a table in a picnic area in front of a lake. There was a man who was fishing on his kayak who enjoyed the show immensely I am sure. There was the time I took a playmate to a nature reserve near my home and gave him a head job in the bird watching area while Mr Jones watched from the bushes. Oh and there was the time Mr Fix It and I went for a motorcycle ride and had sex in the rainforest next to a bushwalking trail. Like I said consistently pushing the envelope. 

What about kinks and sexual things that are out of the ordinary? I have sold / given away my used underwear to men I have met on the internet. Not everyone’s cup of tea but something I actually find arousing. Similarly I have found giving men a the panties I wore to our encounter and then knowing they used it to pleasure themselves later is also extremely arousing. Getting photos of men wearing my underwear? Super fucking hot! This activity is something that I tend not to discuss with new people because I am afraid that they will think I am weird. Also it is disappointing when they tell me that is not their thing. Because I would absolutely love to find a partner who is in to that kind of thing again sometime. 

The final thing that is more of an out there thing than a daring thing was fisting a man. Yes you read that right. Putting my fist in a man’s arse. I did it but I am not sure I will actively pursue finding someone who wants to do that again. As a rule I don’t reveal this one often in conversation. If I do it is because I am deliberately trying to shock. It is usually effective.

So there they all are. The fun, the kinky and the slightly gross.

If you want to review all of the questions I have published so far head over to the Thirty Dirty Questions Page for links to all the relevant posts.

Cute Bum

Mr Jones and I took some friends out for a sail yesterday and a very nice time was had by all. After we were back in the marina I was putting away the sail and I overheard two of our friends discussing my bum. Clearly they had a great vantage point and they snapped this photo.

The light was not the best so apologies for the quality of the photo.

Click on the lips below to see who else is sinning.

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 19

Source https://brigitdelaney.com/2020/10/30-dirty-questions/

A couple of days ago I was reading a post from Marie Rebel linking to Brigit Delaney’s January Erotic Journal Challenge. I got excited and thought it would be fun to participate until I remembered that I have not finished Thirty Dirty Questions. Despite starting them quite some time ago. So I have put a pause on that new project and decided to put some effort into finishing this one.

What do you look like and sound like when sex feels good for you?

A play friend once took some images of me while I was fucking him. He wanted some mementoes and as a FIFO worker no doubt he was keen to add some material to his stash for use when alone in his camp room. He shared them with me as a matter of courtesy. I know I enjoyed the encounter but I have to say that looking at myself in that moment later was a little weird. I don’t think I am attractive. Other people don’t feel that way, clearly and I am happy for them to feel that way and use images that they have taken of me during our encounters for stimulation at a later date. It just isn’t my thing.

Sounds of sex however are a completely different matter. I love the sound of my partner enjoying themselves. If someone is very quiet I find myself worrying that they are not enjoying themselves. If they are making happy and satisfied sex noises then I am all up for that. I have a short video on my phone of JB ejaculating into my mouth. While I don’t necessarily enjoy the vision I have listened to the sound of his climax many times and it still gives me a twinge. 

Me personally. If I am quiet during sex then there is something wrong. Even when there is a reason to be quiet, like there are people in the house or something like that I find it hard to be quiet. Most people know I am having a good time. Our next door neighbour at our marina actually commented on the people having a party somewhere once. He indicated the noise he was referring to was sexual. Which is more a reflection on him being a Nosy Parker than anything else. 

Two things came out of that conversation when Mr Jones and I discussed it later.

1. I didn’t think I was being that loud. Mr Jones maintains that I was. Which makes me wonder. How loud am I when I think I am loud? 
2. Was he asking about this because he wanted an invite? I am really not sure. I am also not sure if I DO want to invite him. Maybe if he has a shave and doesn’t talk too much.

TMI Tuesday – The First Time

Photo by Jackie Hope on Unsplash

1. First app you check in the morning?

One that is showing notifications. Usually messenger or something like that. I have a couple of friends who I usually text good morning to every day. We don’t have a protracted conversation but that regular contact is the stuff a friendship of ten years is built on.
2. First kiss location?

I think it was in the middle of a dance floor at a high school dance. I went to boarding school. We didn’t get out much.
3. First major purchase over $1000?

Probably my first car. It was a blue Nissan Pulsar Q and looked like this.

At the time I didn’t really think about it but it was almost new. I drove it until #1 Son was a toddler and I was pregnant with The Unicorn. At that point we conceded that I needed a bigger car!
4. First song choice in karaoke song book?

NONE! I really don’t like karaoke and avoid it whenever I can.
5. First internet screen name?

Back in the day I used the moniker ‘Babeslady” I upgraded pretty quickly to Gemma when I moved from Literotica to my own blog.
6. First break up reason?

I honestly can’t remember. Probably because I had met another boy I was more interested in!
7. First concert and how old were you?

I was about 18 and some friends and I went to see Midnight Oil at the Brisbane Entertainment centre. I still love their music!

8. First crush?

I was never really one for celebrities. During my high school days I had a major crush on a boy in my grade. He was nothing really special and I never acted on it. My friends thought it was hilarious. I don’t think I ever even really spoke to him much.

Bonus: What was the title of your very first blog post?

Ranting into the void. I considered including a link but honestly. When I read what I wrote I feel like I was reading something my teenage self said. Cringeworthy!

Red Satin

“What is this?” Adam pulled a large cardboard box down from a shelf. The words “Lost and Found” were scrawled across the side of the box. Liz looked over her shoulder and grinned.

“I wouldn’t look in there.”

Adam placed the box on the table, “Why not?” His fingers pulled open the flaps.

“It is stuff I used to find on the floor after I had parties.”

He looked at her with one eyebrow raised, “Those parties?” The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk.

Her brown eyes met with his across the room, “Yes, THOSE parties.”

He looked back at the box. Curiosity crowded his mind but on the other hand did he REALLY want to look in there? “Why did you keep this stuff?” He tried to sound casual. He told Liz a lot of things he thought about, but not everything.

“I honestly don’t know. I thought that people might ask about something they left behind and I didn’t want to tell them I threw their precious item in the trash.” She laughed. “But I doubt they are going to call up NOW to ask about some random thing they left at a sex party six months ago. Can you just chuck it in the bin?” 

“OK.” Adam carried the box out of the room and down the stairs. Liz watched him go. For a moment she wondered. Adam thought he was subtle. But he was a man for heavens sakes. 

Next to the dumpster Adam allowed himself a peek inside the box. There they were, red and satiny with lace trim. Somehow they found their way into his pocket. Two days later he found them, peeking out of his pocket as he threw clothes into the washing machine. He held them up for a few moments. Who had worn them? What had they done? Why had they forgotten to pick them up as they left? Somehow they went into the washer. 

Later that afternoon he found them in the dryer, tucked between his trousers and his socks. He picked them up and ran them through his fingers. Nicely washed they smelled fresh when he touched the silky fabric to his face. The next morning the red satin gleamed at him from his underwear drawer. Without thinking he slid them over his arse. The smooth coolness of the satin stretched across his cock. Pleasantly squashing his balls against his body and bunching up his cock.

At work in the bathroom stalls he allowed himself to stroke his cock through the satin. A feeling of daring surged through him and he found himself snapping a picture of red shiny satin peeking through his trouser zip. The panties restricted him nicely as his cock leaked pre-cum.

It was time to show her.

Liz’s phone pinged. Her eyes widened as she looked at the image.

Under her desk, between her thighs her own red satin panties became a little damp.

Sunday Morning Ferry

I love the way that Sealink have painted the car ferry that runs between Wellington Point and Stradbroke Island, don’t you?

It seems that the people on the top deck have a good view today.

These sailing types. They really need to wear more clothes!