TMI Tuesday

1. Tell us 10 things that scare you.

  1. Heights
  2. Being the only person in an isolated place
  3. Sailing somewhere that I cannot see the mainland
  4. The thought of being out on the ocean in a small boat or a jetski
  5. Being too close to a bull
  6. Laybacks – see illustration

2. When it comes to sex, which of the following do you and your partner disagree about more:
Where to have sex, when to have sex or how often to have sex?

There was a time when how often to have sex was a cause of friction. Mr Jones would frequently express his opinion that we didn’t have sex frequently enough saying it had been ages. I would point out that we had sex only a few days ago. His reply would be “oh yes, I forgot about that.” Was the problem we didn’t have enough sex or that it was not memorable, or that his memory was very convenient. Probably a combination.

These days it is more of a “when” thing. I get up and leave the house for work before he is even awake. Consequently I am ready for sleep well before him. That can make timing for sex a bit tricky.

3. Worse thing to do as a couple:
a. dieting
b. picking a movie
c. building something from Ikea

I was gratified to hear from Mr Jones after spending a few days with a relatively inexperienced sailing crew that did not include me to interpret his poor instructions for him that he had a new found appreciation for my ability to know what to do without him having to give proper instructions. For us none of the things on the list are difficult. I ignore his bad food choices and make my own bad choices. For the most part I let him pick the movies because I will likely fall asleep before they are finished and if you can live on a yacht with and sail 2000 nautical miles in six months without killing your partner, Ikea has to be a cinch.

4. What is the most organic thing in your home right now?

Organic food – we have some cage free eggs in the fridge.

5. Tell us the best thing you bought to enhance your life for under 30 usd.

My $5AUD slippers. Gotta love Kmart!!!!

Every Damn Day in June

TMI Tuesday – The Good The Bad and The Ugly

1. What made the best sex partner you’ve ever had so good?

At this point in my slut career (I just invented that term but I kind of like it) I am not able to identify the BEST sex partner I have ever had. A few spring to mind, The Traveller, Johnny, Pet, Mr Jones. There have been other events that have been stand outs but at 5.30am on Wednesday morning I can’t think of them.

2. What made the worst sex partner you’ve ever had so bad?

Again, at this point in my life, some things like this are a bit of a blur. One that sticks out at this moment is a man I met a couple of times. The first time we got hot and heavy in the back seat of my car. It was fast paced and sexy as fuck. Then we met, I thought, for a more leisurely exploration of each other.

It was very short lived and he didn’t apologise for being a fast finisher or even offer to make up for his shortcomings. Just kind of said “I told my wife I would be home soon” and left.

He didn’t get asked back.

3. Who was the most physically attractive person you ever had sex with?

Again, blurry stuff. One that did happen to pop in my head was not penetrative sex but sexual you can read about it here. Of late I have been reminiscing about Johnny. He was one sexy mother fucker.

4. How was it?

Well if you clicked the link you would know the Random Blow Job was like my own personal power trip. A very I told you so moment.

Sex with Johnny? Well it was fucking amazing. You can read about one encounter here, There were others. Too many to list.

5. Who was the least physically attractive person you ever had sex with?

I can’t really answer this one. There just isn’t a stand out. When I looked up my answers to these questions the first time they were posted I found this answer;

Before I met Jake I had a fuck buddy relationship with a guy who was quite over weight and very unattractive.

6. Why did you do it?

Continuing with the above thread this was my previous answer.

I am not really sure why I did it. I had just come out of a long term relationship. I think I was just cutting loose and experimenting a bit. This guy was brave enough to ask so I thought why not?

7. How was it?

My previous answer to this one was that at the time I thought it was pretty good but compared to these days it was very vanilla.

Bonus: Describe a bad sexual experience that you believe was your fault.

There is never an experience that is entirely the fault of one person. In my life most bad experiences have happened to me because I have not given clear direction or avoided saying no.

What is it with Men and Being Gay?

I want to preface this post with a warning. It is a rant. It is my opinion based on my experiences and life so far. I am not an expert nor do I profess to be.

So last night I “went into the out”. It was a rewarding experience. But that is not the story I want to tell.

I ran into a man I had met before. I couldn’t remember if we got naked together. He didn’t mention that we had. So I am confident we didn’t. Things started out OK. He was nice, mostly polite. Sort of funny. Very keen. I thought “maybe”. Then a couple things happened. I took on a task to help a friend and my potential suitor was left waiting for longer than he liked.

While he was waiting he continued to make conversation with Mr Jones and myself. He related a story about being hit on by another male who he had asked to help him out with a tech problem. That in itself wasn’t an issue but his reaction was. For some reason he seemed to think a man placing his hand on another man’s thigh without permission or invitation was far more offensive than a man touching a woman on the arse, the boob or any other unwanted advance. Because it was a man touching another (not gay) man. It was more offensive than a woman coming on to another uninterested woman. It was just THE MOST OFFENSIVE THING EVER.

Why? Because my friend (who had just removed all possibility of being naked with me) is NOT GAY. In fact he was so NOT GAY he had to explain how NOT GAY he is at great length.

When I related this story to The Unicorn she voiced the opinion that he is probably a closeted gay. Honestly I think if he relaxed just a tiny bit he might enjoy interacting with another man sexually. There is a strong possibility he does want to do this but he can’t bring himself to because he is simply NOT GAY. I don’t think he is interested in having a full blown monogamous relationship with a man but sexuality is a spectrum, right? I remember when I was The Unicorn’s age I had similar theories about similar types of men. As a much older person I feel the theory has some merit but it isn’t quite right.

There is a whole swarth of stuff to unpack in this situation. One item is this whole culture of men insisting they are NOT GAY and using “that is gay” as a way of expressing their dislike of a situation. I work with 15 – 18 year olds. I am at the coalface of changing that culture. But this post is not about that.

The thing I found irritating about this man’s attitude was the way he reacted to being touched by someone he wasn’t attracted to. In general (and this is a generalisation minorities and exceptions calm your tits) women approach people with the idea that they may not be acceptable / desirable very much in the front of their mind. Men, in the majority of cases, have the opposite idea. They feel that anyone they are interested in (man or woman) would obviously like them and therefore are surprised when that is not the case. What is amusing is a situation like this one. A man was pissed that another man told him he should be flattered because he was on the receiving end of some unwanted attention. He didn’t see why the gay man should think he would be attracted to him because he was NOT GAY!! Furthermore he couldn’t see how this approach was like the thousands of approaches that women receive over their lifetime.

I read a post this morning written by a bisexual man complaining about other men who message, presumably through apps like Grinder / Tinder etc, to hook up. The complaint being that these suitors are expecting their target to drop everything and be available right now. He was complaining about men who don’t stop to consider that the object of their affection might have a life / job / commitments and not be at their beck and call. I don’t know why this man thinks he is special and that this is a problem specific to bisexual or gay men.

All of this complaining highlights something for me. Often men genuinely don’t get how their behaviour affects other people. Straight men created a society where they feel completely entitled to express their sexual desires and expect that someone will hasten to meet their needs. In our modern world men who are interested in other men are coming out of the closet. No longer is the sexual desire being expressed solely for a woman. What hasn’t changed is the sense of entitlement. It is amusing to watch the reaction of men when they “get a taste of their own medicine”.

I don’t hate men. Truly I don’t. I know that many men have realised that being an entitled twat is not the way to be. And their respect for women and other humans in general shines through. But some days it feels as if we are changing this culture one man at a time.

Smile for the Picture

Prime Minister Scott Morrison and 2021 Australian of the Year Grace Tame during a morning tea for state and territory recipients in the 2022 Australian of the Year Awards at The Lodge in Canberra, Tuesday, January 25, 2022.
Source – SBS News website

I don’t normally listen to the news but as I was driving to work yesterday I was intrigued by the story that accompanied the above shot. Recently the woman in the photo, Grace Tame, was attending a function at The Lodge whereby she was passing on the baton as Australian of the Year to the incoming recipient. Ms Tame is an advocate for, and survivor of, child sexual abuse and this advocacy was the reason for her being awarded this honour in 2021.

The media storm that surrounded this function and the footage that featured Ms Tame refusing to “smile for the camera” has focussed recently on comments by the Prime Minister’s wife about the rude behaviour of Tame. Ms Tame’s response to Mrs Morrison’s comments has been;

“survival of abuse culture is dependent on submissive smiles and self-defeating surrenders. It is dependent on hyprocrisy.”

Powerful words. Ones that make men like Scott Morrison squirm in their seats. Privileged white males who survive on the premise of civility. As a child I had one of “those” family friends who stood too close, put his hands on my thighs and tried to touch me inside my panties. My mother was like Jenny Morrison, always telling me to be nice and smile for the camera. I could never tell her about it because she wouldn’t believe that this man would do something like that. There are millions of stories like mine hidden behind the nice smiles in photos. I am one of the lucky ones who was never seriously touched.

The people who did this never seemed to be outed or dealt with by the adults who should have known better and protected their children. Why? Because looking nice to the outside world and not having to explain why Uncle Arthur or Auntie Gladys were invited to family functions any more was more important than the safety of a child. Ms Tame’s story is similar. Aged fifteen she was groomed and repeatedly abused by a teacher at her expensive girls high school. When the case was brought to trial the court found that the school had multiple opportunities to intervene but chose not to. It was up to the vulnerable teenage girl to stand up against the establishment and out her attacker to stop the abuse.

Fast forward to now. This young woman has done some pretty remarkable things. Which is why she was awarded the status of Australian of the year. She is incredibly intelligent and clearly not up for accepting any bullshit. To be told by a condescending woman to smile for the camera is the ultimate insult. What is even more tragic is that this woman is raising daughters. Do her daughters have to stand next to a relative that makes them feel uncomfortable and whose hands linger just that little bit too long? Who insists on kissing them when they don’t want to? Jenny Morrison says Ms Tame should be ashamed. She should be ashamed for not realising the world needs to call this crap to attention.

For all the children in the world I have this wish: Know your body, value it as the temple it is. Never believe that other people have the right to touch you in ways you don’t like. Nor do other people have the right to tell you to smile when you don’t like the person you are standing next to.

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

Friday Flashback – Working Late

“Are you going home soon?” Rebecca’s head appeared at the top of the partition that separated their work spaces.

“Soon, soon,” Jo didn’t look up from her screen. “I just want to get this finished tonight so Grumpy Arse doesn’t get on my case in the morning.”

“You work too damned hard,” Rebecca admonished her friend. “Grumpy Arse doesn’t appreciate you enough.”

“I know, I know.” Jo waved her hand absently. “I promise I will come out for drinks with you guys tomorrow night.” She looked up from her screen for a few moments to smile warmly at her friend. 

Rebecca looked unconvinced. “If you say so then.” She turned and picked up her handbag. “Make sure you aren’t here too late.”

“I won’t.”

As the lift door pinged and Rebecca left the building a hush descended. A feeling of relief came over Jo. She actually liked working in an empty office with no ringing phones or colleague’s conversations to distract her. In no time she was absorbed completely in her work. 

The first thing that alerted her to his presence was his scent. Her body registered the aroma before her mind registered his presence. The familiar smell filled her nostrils and sent a warm jolt straight to her groin.

“You always work so hard Jo,” his voice whispered against her neck as his lips brushed her hairline. Gooseflesh rose along Joe’s arms and her nipples hardened against the lace of her bra. In front of her the cursor blinked, demanding the next word in the report she had been writing. She couldn’t think of a single thing except the feeling of his hands sliding over her shoulders to cup her breasts.

She exhaled as she leaned back and let her legs fall open.

“I missed those breasts,” his breath was hot in her ear as his fingers pinched her nipple. He straightened up and turned her chair around so that she sat with her face centimetres from the fabric of his trousers that was straining to contain his throbbing cock.

For a few seconds he considered unzipping himself and freeing his cock. He knew that if he did she wouldn’t hesitate to open those beautiful lips and slide them down around his aching member. He ached to feel this lips on his shaft and twist his hands into her hair, pushing himself deeper into her. He knew that once he started down that road there would be no turning back. Tonight he wanted something else.

“Which office belongs to Mr Grumpy Arse may I ask?” He looked at her quizzically. 

“That one,” Jo pointed to the office in the corner. “Why?”

Marcus took her and and led her towards the open door. “Because I am going to fuck you over his desk,” he announced casually. 

Jo stopped in her tracks, resisting his gentle tug in the direction of her supervisor’s office.

“I can’t do that!” Her heart was racing and she could feel heat rising in her cheeks. 

Marcus grinned, “And why not? He will never know.”

Jo continued to resist, “He will find out.” 

Marcus stepped close to her. His scent was intoxicating. 

“If he does he will just be very jealous that another man was enjoying this delicious neck,” he trailed kisses down the side of her neck. “And watching these gorgeous breasts bounce while you were having the life fucked out of you.” His hands cupped her breasts as he kissed her deeply. Without a word he turned and led her through the open door. 

Inside the office he pulled the door closed and guided her towards the desk. Without speaking he sat her on the desk and hitched her skirt up around her hips. She watched as he kneeled between her legs and hooked his fingers into the leg of her panties. For a moment he studied her perfect wet pinkness before he slid his tongue into her wet musky folds. He lapped at her wetness greedily as her protests turned into sighs of pleasure. When he slid two fingers into her greedy cunt her sighs turned into little whimpers that crescendoed into deep moans as he continued to pleasure her. Only when her moans peaked as her hips bucked against his face did he stop his ministrations. 

He stood up and looked at her sprawled across her detested supervisor’s desk drunk with pleasure and lust. Only then did he reach down and open his trousers to ease out his aching cock. His hand wrapped around his shaft, “You want this?” he asked.

“Yes, yes,” she didn’t hesitate.

He only paused long enough to rip open a condom wrapper before he plunged his cock into her hot hungry wetness.

“Joanne,” the familiar voice drifted through the open office door. Even though this morning he didn’t sound angry Jo still felt a stab of dread at the sound of his summons. 

“Yes Mr Newton,” she responded as brightly as she could.

“Would you come in here please?” This was a new thing. Normally he would return her work by email covered in highlighting and scathing comments. She hoped that he wasn’t about to berate her in person. 

Like a meerkat on watch Rebecca’s head popped over the partition to give her a quizzical look. Jo replied with a shrug as she stood and made her way to her supervisor’s office. Once inside the door Jo had a vibrant flashback to the previous night when Marcus had sat her on the desk in front of where Mr Newton now sat and knelt on the floor where Mr Newton’s chair now resided to lick her pussy. 

“I just wanted to tell you that the standard of the work you submitted this morning was excellent,” Mr Newton stood up to face Jo as she stood on the opposite side of his desk.

He was standing right were Marcus had stood as he slammed his cock into her while she sprawled across the jotter that she now found herself staring at. Her screams of pleasure rang in her ears as her boss continued to praise her. 

“Sit down,” Mr Newton settled back into his chair, the one Marcus had sat on last night before she impaled herself on his cock. “I think maybe it is time to talk about your future here,” 

Jo took a deep breath as she tried to clear the disturbing images of her debauchery from her mind. Her effort was wasted. As she turned to pull a chair up to the desk she saw, sitting there, right on the seat of the chair, was an opened condom wrapper!  

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 17

I have been slowly working my way through a list of thirty dirty questions that I found on the blog of Brigit Delaney. Along the way I have been joined by Marie Rebelle at Rebel’s Notes and Mike from Marriage, Sex and More. If you want to catch up on other questions you can find the links on my Thirty Dirty Questions page.

What is your favourite way to be seduced?

Photo by Antonio Friedemann on Unsplash

While I was travelling I read the book “The Game” written by Neil Strauss. The book tells of his time spent first as a trainee and then as a guru of a secret society of self titled “Pick Up Artists” These were men who were typically shunned by girls as adolescents and grew up to be the awkward nerdy types who dreamed of having sex with beautiful women but always sat in the corner of the party feeling rejected and angry at the world. 

The book describes the multitude of techniques and routines that these men use to play on the insecurities of women with the end game of scoring a phone number and ultimately sex from unsuspecting women at clubs and parties in Hollywood. Their “game” was all about illusion and using mind tricks to snare unsuspecting victims. None of the connections these men made in this way were based on true human connection. Reading the book was like watching a car crash. You know you don’t really want to see what is happening but you can’t stop looking. It made me feel sick, angry, sad and a lot of negative thoughts about the push pull between the sexes. 

Safe to say my favourite way to be seduced is NOT by cheesy pick up lines or even charming conversation. In all honesty I really can’t do mind games of any sort. I frequently tell people that I suck at social cues. By that, I mean any kind of subtle communication is confusing to me. When people say something ambiguous and expect me to pick up on what you REALLY mean never works. If you want sex say so. If you want me to suck your dick, say so. Just asking won’t guarantee a yes but at least we both know where we stand. 

The same applies with internet dating. Often when exchanging messages I don’t know what to say. I know I am witty and interesting when I write here but that is because I have time to edit and think about what I have written. Often I write a piece and then put it aside for a few days, go back and edit. Conversation doesn’t work that way. You have to go with the first draft and hope it isn’t too offensive. I can’t explain what attracts me to some men (or women) and not others. It just is. 

So how do I like to be seduced?

By someone who is clean, well presented, and can string two words together. Honest and clear about the agenda. 

And if he smells good he is very much in with a chance. 

Interestingly I had a meeting with a man recently. We had been chatting for a little while. I was in two minds about the situation. I have been holding back to create a new connection. In a perfect world RSM, Mr Jones and I would make a great trio but I am not convinced that it is going to turn out. The Silver Fox was interesting (and very sexy looking). Our conversations were interesting and when there was a lull in my life I took the chance to meet with him. 

When I saw him in the flesh for the first time I was not dissapointed. He was sexy as fuck. There was no confusion. He smelled amazing and there was no confusion about the agenda. 

The agenda, for the record, is to meet again. 

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 16

Over the course of this year I have been working through this list of questions that originally came from the blog of Brigit Delaney. Along the way I have been joined in my journey by Marie at Rebel’s Notes and Mike at Marriage, Sex and More. You can find links to my other answers on the Thirty Dirty Questions Page.

How do you feel about being naked?

I sleep naked. I have ever since I lived in a house where I had my own bedroom and privacy was assured. I remember once at boarding school one of the older girls scandalising everyone because she slept naked. She argued that it was warmer than wearing pyjamas. I am not sure if that is the case but teenagers will come up with the weirdest reasons to justify their choices. 

Fast forward to today and how I feel about being naked changes with the number and identity of the people around me. 

In general I don’t feel entirely comfortable walking around the house (or the boat for that matter) completely naked. Even if there is no one around, except for Mr Jones of course, I am still not entirely comfortable being completely naked for extended periods. I feel better if I have at least a pair of knickers on. While we were sailing I frequently sunbathed naked and this helped me to feel more confident being naked. When you live in a tropical climate skin cancer is an issue so sunbathing has to be balanced with minimising sun damage. So I limited the amount of time I spent fully exposed. 

When I am at home I will walk around in minimal clothing a lot of the time and am not entirely concerned about being nude in front of my children. Their boyfriends / girlfriends are a different matter though, so if there are extra guests in the house I am careful to cover up. As I get older I care less of what other people think about me and this is helping a great deal. 

Friday Flashback – In the Boardroom

“So I want a complete breakdown on my desk by Monday everyone.” James concluded the meeting. His team members filed out as he collected his files into a neat pile. As he stood up to leave his eyes met the youngest member of his team, Matt, sitting at the end of the boardroom table. Suddenly the room felt warm, James’ heart beat a little faster and he felt a tightening in his groin. Last Friday night James had seen Matt in a bar he frequented in the Valley. Sitting at the end of the bar, James had watched another young man wrap his arms around Matt and slide his hands down into his pants. The two of them began making out. Young, fit bodies pressing together, oblivious to everyone around them, before they left for a more private venue. James had gone home to his own fantasies as he pleasured himself. 

Right now ,in the boardroom, with Matt’s eyes boring into him he wondered if he had been wrong. Maybe Matt had seen him watching that night. It was unnerving and arousing at the same time. Without speaking Matt stood up looking James straight in the eye. From a detached part of his mind James noted that Matt was slightly shorter than him. Something he always liked, it was a power thing. Even so it felt as though Matt was in control of the situation. The two men stood facing each other, James noticed Matt’s full lips framing a slight smirk. Suddenly he had an uncontrollable desire to feel them sliding down over his rock hard cock. The  sexual tension in the room was almost unbearable. James decided to get straight to the point. 

“Let’s get a drink in my office,” He turned and led the way out of the room.

In his office he closed the door softly behind Matt who moved over to the couch in the corner of the room.

“Scotch?” he held up the bottle.

Matt nodded his assent. As James turned his back to pour drinks he heard the sigh of a tie being removed. When he turned back with two drinks in hand Matt stood before him with his shirt unbuttoned and his hand resting on his belt buckle. In response to the questioning look in Matt’s eye James nodded as he took a step towards the couch to place the glasses on the side table. A belt buckle jingled and there was the soft sound of clothing hitting the floor as James unbuttoned his own shirt. 

He turned to face Matt who was standing in front of the couch in his briefs. Still without speaking Matt stepped forward and pushed James down onto the couch. James lay back as Matt unbuckled his pants. With a look of greed Matt reached into the loosened suit pants and eased out James’ throbbing cock. 

“Yummy,” he whispered as he reached forward and licked the bead of pre-cum that had formed at the tip. He didn’t waste any more time before he plunged his mouth down over the hard length. James groaned in pleasure. The feel of a man sucking his cock was so different from a woman. And someone so young and vital made it even more exciting. Matt moved his head up and down, taking in James’ entire length with each stroke, engulfing him in desire.

As he sucked Matt pressed his hard young body against James’ leg including his own hard throbbing cock. Somewhere in a remote part of his mind James made plans to return the favour to Matt. But right now he was drawn back into the pleasure of this moment. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back for very long. He wanted the hot hard surge of the orgasm that Matt was sucking out of him. Pressure mounted at the base of James’ cock as Matt slid his fingers around to stroke James’ arse. 

James bucked his hips in pleasure as Matt’s finger stroked around the tight sensitive hole behind James’ balls. Matt let James’ cock slide from his mouth for a moment to wet his finger before he slid it back into James’ ass. Stroking him for a moment Matt watched James’ face as he eased his finger inside him. 

“You dirty fucker,” Matt whispered as he slid his finger into James’ arse. 

He leaned down and slid his mouth down over James’ cock. The dual sensation of the mouth around his cock and the finger in his arse exploded in James’ mind. His breath was coming in sort gasps, and his hand gripped the back of Matt’s head pushing his face further down on his cock. He knew he was close now but he held back a little wanting to prolong the moment a little. 

Matt’s finger twisted a little inside him sending pleasure shooting through his body. Pushing his pelvis against Matt’s face James shot a jet of hot cum into his mouth with a loud groan. Matt held him deep in his throat as the second pulse shot out of him. For long moments the two men were pressed together before James slumped  back against the couch panting with the intensity of the encounter. 

Rocking back on his heels Matt released James’ rapidly softening cock from his mouth and stood up. The bulge in his briefs left no doubts about how aroused he was. As the young man reached forward to take his drink James reached out to caress the hard cock through the black fabric. 

TMI Tuesday – Long Showers and Lasagne

Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay

1. Shower or bath?

Water was an issue when I was a child. We lived on a farm and relied on rainwater and a bore for our water so long showers and deep baths were totally out of the question. That has imprinted on me. To this day I cannot do long showers or deep baths. I do treat myself to a long bath but probably only about once a month and I feel guilty about it almost every time. .

As an aside living on the yacht means VERY short showers. That means when we hit a marina a good long shower is one of the top priorities.

2. Are you a good cook? And if so, what’s your specialty?

I consider myself to be a good cook. Although I would qualify that by saying I am a good basic cook. I am excellent at putting together balanced meals from the vegetables in the fridge with minimal fuss. I don’t do elaborate meals with fancy garnishes, but the food that comes out of my kitchen will nourish you. The dish I cook that gets the whole family going is lasagna. True to form it comes complete with hidden vegetables but this removes the need for a side salad.

3. Is there anything you regret not doing?

Not really. My wedding is a big regret in my life because I let my mother control it far too much. I don’t know how I wanted it exactly which is probably why she was able to take control. But I look at weddings of friends and I am envious that they have their dream day while I feel like I had her day.

4. Who was the nicest person you worked for?

My current Mathematics Academic Leader is one of the most amazing generous patient people I have ever met. Even when he is correcting you it feels like a hug.

5. Do you play an instrument?

Presently I would say no. As a child I learned the piano and was reasonably proficient. These days I have so many other things in my life I don’t have the discipline to practice enough to restore the skill.

Bonus: Do you dream?

In vivid technicolor yes. About all sorts of things. Including sex dreams about men that are taboo.