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.

Sinful Sunday

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.

1991-Nissan-Pulsar-Q-N13-S2-Hatchback

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.

Wicked Wednesday

Freedom is as Freedom Does

I started 2021 with a flu like illness that lasted a couple of days. It may have been Covid. Getting tested and receiving timely results is an issue in Queensland this week. In any case I was fortunate to not be seriously ill. Despite Covid being the most dominant feature of 2022 so far for me, for most of 2021 it was a non-event. 

For me, personally, 2021 was a year of travelling the ocean, and making changes to my employment objectives. From April to September I lived on board a catamaran and travelled from Brisbane to Port Douglas with many stops in between. During that time I saw many places and walked on beaches that most Australians will never see. I did not work, or think about looking for work. Life was simple. Daily chores were minimal and even things like preparing dinner was more basic than regular life. My mind was opened to a completely new way of life and I met a lot of people who made choices and saw life very differently from the majority of the world. 

Freedom is a strange concept. Part of the Human condition is being part of a community. Wether we want to or not all of us are part of some form of group. Being part of these groups, wether they be families, clubs, communities or tribes leaves us with some responsibilities to act in the best interests of the group as a whole. We are not able to do exactly as we please all of the time because some of our choices impact on the lives of others. So it could be argued that to be a responsible member of society we all have obligations and therefore are never truly free. 

But where do these obligations end? How many of the choices we make in our lives are as a result of a feeling of obligation. Or a feeling that it is the expected thing. Many people make financial commitments because of social pressures or expectations of their families. People feel that they are trapped in jobs they don’t like because they have to meet these financial commitments. Once we are caught in this spiral it is easy to feel that freedom is out of reach. 

Making the choice to step away from the spiral is difficult. It requires people to let go of things that we are conditioned to think are important. It requires us to go against the grain. It requires us to be different from most of the people that we know. Towards the end of my journey I was asked to provide a prompt for Wicked Wednesday. In it I asked the question; “What is the real world?” This idea that I was living in an alternate universe is tied to the way I was experiencing freedom. It felt as if I needed to step into an alternative universe to be free. 

Adjusting to the real world took some time. I didn’t have too many problems resulting in the physical aspects of “real life”. I got to work on time and didn’t miss any meetings. Nor did I get caught daydreaming in meetings. What I did find myself wondering was where I was heading with my job. I knew I didn’t want to stop working but where I was working and how I was being directed to do my job wasn’t what I or my students really needed. On a whim I applied for a new job at an alternative type of school. 

In what seemed like the blink of an eye I had a new employer. And so, despite an interruption from Covid 2022 seems like it is a case of out with the old and in with the new. 

TMI Tuesday – Health Wealth and Happiness

Photo by Elena Mozhvilo on Unsplash

I have been sick since January 1 so despite having time I have not had the energy. The jury is out on whether or not we have Covid but I am happy that it was a mild experience.

1. Do you feel that happiness is luck or is it a practiced mindset?

Happiness is definitely not the result of luck.

2. If you could transport to the happiest place in the world where would you be?

These images were taken on top of the Sandhills on Moreton Island. I have long recognised it as my happy place. It has been frustrating that weather has conspired to keep me away from there since our return to Brisbane in September. How could I want to be away from here.

3. In 2022, what will you do to improve your health?

Eat more vegetables. Because vegetables are awesome.

4. What is your money psychology?
a. Money worshipper: Those who associate money with security, but in a kind of arbitrary way. The danger is no amount of money is ever enough.

b. Money avoidance: When you tend to think of money as bad, corrupting or just something you do not deserve. This can manifest in many ways, such as, not trying to negotiate a raise at work or avoiding looking at your retirement account.

c. Money vigilance: These people seem really great with their money, but there is a lot of anxiety around actually using it. This type can be great savers but rarely treat themselves.

d. Money status: People with this mind-set see money as a way to feel good about themselves and appear a certain way to others. These folks tend to run up credit card debt, pick up tabs they cannot afford and otherwise mismanage their money — while judging others who do not have the same status symbols.

I am none of those. Mr Jones is very anti debt and consequently we have only ever incurred short term debts to help us buy big ticket investments like houses and property. Whenever there is a debt it is the number one priority to settle it. The other big rule in our house is “never go into debt for something that is not an investment” This includes things most people consider necessary to incur a debt for such as cars, furniture, renovations, vacations. If there isn’t money in the account for the item right then and there then we simply don’t purchase it.

Consequently the rest of our life is about living within our means. We don’t smoke or drink excessively nor do we go out for dinner almost ever. We have stuff. We have a yacht for FS. But the flip side of that is that I can count on one hand the number of times I have been out of the country for a vacation. I can count on the other hand the number of times I have had a vacation that involved staying in a hotel.

So of the choices given I would say that I am vigilant about money but not to the point where it becomes an obsession.

Bonus: Do you have any goals for your blog in 2022?

Honestly. Keep on keeping on. I was happy for the most part with how it progressed in 2021. It has taught me that persistence and consistency is the key to growing this page.

TMI Tuesday blog

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. 

Wicked Wednesday