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Yes I am going there. In the years I have been blogging I have always been very careful about making such comments as the one above. In my swinging life I have been less careful when in the company of people who either are well endowed or who are pragmatic enough to understand the concept. This post was prompted by some experiences with men of a certain ethnic backgrounds that kind of demonstrated that stereotypes about size and ethnicity are just that, stereotypes and should always be taken with a grain of salt.
So before the trolls start getting wound up let’s make something very clear. I don’t walk around with a ruler saying to prospective partners “you must be this long to enter”. I am about the whole package. A caring man who gives pleasure is very welcome whatever the size of his appendage. Just as an uncaring man with a donkey sized appendage is not. There is some discussion about length versus width a lot of which has merit. In short there are three variables, length, width and effort; the combination of these three is how it works, not an excess of one factor. Yes I am a mathematics teacher and so I did get a little excited when I saw this graph in Imagur which I feel explains it perfectly
As the graph shows there are two red zones, “let me get my magnifying glass” and “don’t even think about touching me with that extra arm” of course these zones vary from woman to woman. For me they are significant enough to mean that size definitely matters, just not in every case.
So the story…..
This one night Mr Jones and I went out it had been a while since we had gone to an adult venue. At the moment we are in a phase in our relationships where we are focussing on each other. For me that means encouraging Mr Jones and boosting his confidence while minimising the attention I get from men, single or otherwise. This is the source of some frustration for me but that is a topic for another post. On this night there was this guy. I am not sure why but he seemed attractive, there was not a lot on offer. Anyway after some conversation the four of us, Mr Jones, me, the guy and Mrs Guy ended up naked. Looking at the graph above he fell well into the red zone on the left. I mean, when he was fully erect I could press my face against his belly and not even feel his cock near the back of my mouth, let alone at the back of my throat. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, I am generous like that.
Generosity did not pay off. In the effort stakes he sucked. The only redeeming quality of the evening was that Mrs Guy was amazing in a I find you fascinating, sexy and I want to be your friend on a lot of different levels way. A few weeks later we ran into her again. I freaked out when I saw her with a dark skinned man because I assumed it would be the same guy. I was very relieved when it wasn’t. New Dark Skinned Man turned out to be well and truly towards the middle of my graph with very high scores on the effort level. I like New Dark Skinned Man and hope I get to see him again sometime.
The awkwardness happened when Intriguing Lady turned up in our lives for a third time with Mr Dissapointment. In the light of reality and less randiness he didn’t even seem attractive. Fortunately the situation was a no nakedness situation. So the awkwardness was kept to a minimum. Just for the record I am definitely NOT going there again. The moral of the story; like Caucasians,Asian men vary in size, personality and sexiness. For me, the bulk of them are not that sexy but my experiences have opened my eyes a little.
I wish you were here with Mr Jones and me today sailing in one of the most beautiful places in the world enjoying the stunning Queensland weather.
If you were here you could fish with Mr Jones. You would never be thirsty or want for anything. I would serve you drinks and food dressed in a light cotton dress. At first you wouldn’t realise that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath until you brush against me and you feel the softness of my breasts. Your curiosity will be aroused, making you watch me as I walk towards Mr Jones to fetch him another beer. The breeze catches my dress and lifts it just far enough for you to catch a glimpse of my butt. You are still not sure so you watch me as I take a seat on the couch and pick up my book.
Suddenly fishing doesn’t seem so interesting. You put your rod in the holder and without saying a word you are kneeling at the edge of the day bed. You grab my ankles and pull me over to you before you spread my knees apart. My naked pussy smiles up at you, confirming what you already knew.
“Were you going to tell me that you weren’t wearing anything under there?” You ask even as your thumb is sliding into my slit testing the wetness there.
It is hard for me to reply but I manage a small, “Maybe,”
You aren’t listening, instead you have buried your face between my legs stroking the moist folds of skin, tasting my juice. Mr Jones is oblivious to what is happening even as I start to catch my breath and feel the little sounds of pleasure rising in my throat. You slip a finger into my opening while your tongue teases my clit, gently, the exact way I like it; demanding but not too hard. The first spasm is small but you are rewarded with a tiny squirt of juice which you suck eagerly from me. You put your hands around my hips holding me firmly against your mouth hungry for more juice. It is not long before you are rewarded. Your tongue and fingers work their magic until you have had your fill. You pull away from me and wipe me from your chin.
“You are such a good girl,” you say as your fingers pull open your shorts to reveal your strong, hard cock.
My whole concentration is focussed on your cock and you know that I am starving to feel it’s soft skin sliding over my lips until you are pushing yourself against the back of my mouth. You step forward and cradle my head in your hand teasing the tip of your cock over my lips. Out of the corner of your eye you see Mr Jones watching you. An urge to push yourself past my lips and fuck my mouth is very strong but you fight it as you look back into my hungry eyes. You want to tease me, to revel in the knowledge that I am starving to worship your cock completely. Knowing that my husband is watching is an intense turn on for you, almost more than having a woman so willing to suck you.
Eventually you cannot hold back any more and you succumb to the urge to push yourself into my mouth. You are not dissapointed, my tongue swirls over your cock and my lips press down. I suck you eagerly as if you are about to feed me the drug I have been starving for. I wrap my arms around your hips so that I can press my face against you and you feel the tiny spasm that tells you I am gagging on you. It doesn’t stop me, I take a breath and then I am sucking you again, teasing your head before taking as much of your length into my mouth as I can. My body wriggles uncontrollably as you groan in pleasure.
Your nose catches a slight scent of my arousal and you reluctantly withdraw from my mouth. Without speaking, and acutely aware that my husband is watching you intently you flip me over on all fours so that my glistening, wet oussy is beckoning you. You catch a glimpse of Mr Jones’ bulging pants and for a moment you want to feel his cock in your mouth but my naked pussy is pushing against you, demanding to be filled. For a moment you rest your cock against my opening before sliding into the warm wet depths. It is like a homecoming. For a moment you stop, holding yourself inside me but you cannot stop yourself from starting to fuck.
At first you take slow strokes enjoying the feeling of sliding completely out before pushing yourself back in to me. Without looking you know that my husband’s eyes are fixed on your cock and you turn slightly to give him a better view of your cock fucking my glistening wet pussy. After a few strokes you become lost in the feeling of me. Your excitement is threatening to get out of control and overwhelm you but you are not ready to cum yet. You turn your attention back to my ass and increase the pace of your strokes. Your hands grip the side of my hips, steadying me against you, controlling the speed and depth of your strokes.
Underneath you I am sucked in to the intensity of the situation, I watch my husband’s face as he watches you fuck his wife and and I can feel your excitement building. I know I am teetering on the edge of that feeling of never wanting to stop fucking. The blissful feeling of never quite getting enough cock and always being ready to take more is overwhelming; but another need is also building in me. I am starting to crave your cum. I can feel your orgasm building and it makes me crave the feeling of your cum covering my ass and dripping down my pussy. My ass pushes against your belly asking to be covered with your warm cum. You know that is what I want, you also know that is what my husband wants. You know that he will step in as soon as you cover my ass and pussy to lick your cum from me before he puts his own cock into me to add his own stamp on me.
Concentrating intently you hold off as long as you can. But that is not long. Soon the feeling is too strong and you whisper to both of us,
“Are you ready?”
I can only manage a whimper but Mr Jones answers for both of us, “yes.” He has stripped off his clothing and his cock is jutting out in front of him as he leans forward to watch. He doesn’t have to wait long, after several strokes you pull out of me. I have just long enough to register a feeling of loss before I feel your warm cum splashing over my ass and pussy. You cum hard and I feel splashes on my thighs. Your hands grip me tightly until the first spasms pass and then gradually you release until you are leaning on me, breathing heavily. I hold myself still not wanting to disturb the pattern your cum has made on me until you lie down on the bed beside me to make way for Mr Jones to inspect your handiwork.
He doesn’t dissapoint, wasting no time before he is bending over me touching your cum and smearing it around before he places his finger into his mouth to taste you. I hear the smacking of his lips before I feel his cock stroking through your cum and teasing around my opening. I know he won’t be able to control himself for much longer and my suspicions are confirmed. His cock slides into my familiar opening covered with your unfamiliar juice. I groan in excitement and push back against him in the same way that I did to you. Inviting his cum to fill me. I do not have to wait long.
Afterwards we rest together watching the sun dip towards the horizon. A cool breeze blows over us covering us with the salt smell of the ocean. It would be easy to think that our play was over for the day but all of us know that this is just the beginning.
In most areas of my life I am incredibly incompetent st saying no. If someone asks me to do something for them I will struggle to say no even if I really don’t have time, really don’t like that task and really don’t think it is helpful. I have a chronic cas of the the “disease to please”. When it comes to my extra marital sex life I am fairly on board with the concept of no and take pride in my direct and open conversations with men. I try extremely hard to be polite, friendly but definite with my no. In return I expect a question free response. No doesn’t mean anything except no. I doesn’t come with some hidden agenda or some inference that you are less than adequate. It just means no and my reasons for my response are entirely my business. Which I don’t need to discuss with you.
At the club that Mr Jones and I frequent there is a gentleman who seems to have problems with this concept. I have known him for quite some time during which he has both been in serious relationships and a single person. Socially awkward would be one way to describe this guy but that would be a little unfair. He is the guy however who always seems to do and say things that are a little bit odd, a little bit sleazy and and that make you wonder what he was thinking. He is not backwards in coming forwards and he seems to be one of those guys who works on the premise that if you ask everyone for sex then you are going to score more often than not. In a swinger’s club this strategy works fairly well. However, combining this with his other traits means that many of the more choosy amongst us tend to avoid him. I am a firm believer that quantity is not a substitute for quality. Wogboy does not seem to think so.
The other part of Wogboy’s way of operating is his inability to accept no. I will admit I flirt with him. Flirting is something everyone enjoys. Having someone interested in you is a great ego boost and flirting is a great way to enhance this. However when push comes to shove I have declined the request to go further. To be completely honest the main reason I have not gone there is Mr Jones. If anyone is more fussy about who has sex with me than me it is Mr Jones and he is adamant that Wog boy is not going to be one of the people with the key to the kingdom, so to speak. Maybe Wogboy senses this, but for whatever reason he always finds a way to mention to me that he has asked, I have said no, and he thinks I should say yes. So this is what I what I really would like to say to him, even though I don’t think he would listen.
When I say not it is with reluctance. There are parts of your personality that I find intriguing. Of course you have a reputation for having a large cock and that intrigues me. There is also something else about you that I can’t quite put my finger on, something that my gut tells me could lead to experiences that are dark, enticing and sexy. But the decision is not entirely my own. You must know that my husband is my priority and he has the right to veto any of my desires. You also need to understand and respect that, even though your intentions are above board an intense connection between me and anyone else is threatening to him.
If you are serious about pursuing me you have a twofold task. On the one hand you have to convince him that you are trustworthy. I am the most precious thing in his life. He will not tolerate men treating me like a cum bucket. On your other hand you need to convince me that you are that dark and enticing experience of my fantasies. Complaining about my refusal every time we meet is not the way to do that. I don’t do high maintenance, needy and negative people. If you are not prepared to take on the task then you need to let it go. I don’t do sympathy sex.
Like I said I doubt that I would ever get the chance to say that and if I did I doubt he would listen.
So I kind of liked this set of TMI questions as well so I decided to extend the TMI double to s triple.
BFFs, sex, and break-ups
Not too bad actually. Getting to the pointy end of term which means an insane amount of work that needs to be packed into a ridiculously short space of time but the consolation is that I am facing two weeks of holidays coming at me. There has to be some perks associated with this job.
2. You are given a strong but soft to the touch (and on the skin) rope. What will you do? (pick just one). Explain your choice.
a. Throw it in the garage to use later to tie down a tarp or something.
b. Use it for indoor wall rock climbing.
c. Tie up your lover and have your way with him/her.
d. Lasso your secret crush and take them with you.
Definitely c). Why? Because it is rather intoxicating having that much power over someone and an even bigger turn on tantalising them with sensual pleasure punctuated with reminders that I have the power to cause pain. Life is meant to be lived on the edge.
3. Give three reasons why you or anyone should masturbate.
- You are insanely horny. Not just waking up with an erection so to speak but that knawing feeling in the pit of your stomach that means your pelvis jerks involuntarily from time to time.
- You have been wearing jeans or knickers all day that have a seam that just rubs you in that spot and you have teased yourself stupid with it.
- To remind a partner that they are not indispensable and that you are capable of giving yourself pleasure without any attached drama.
4. Would you have sex with your best friend? Have you had sex with a best friend in the past? How’d that work out–did you stay friends?
Once, a very long time ago I did have sex with someone who was my “best friend”. It is probably worth mentioning that we did date for a little while before we became friends. I guess that is an indicator that there probably was some residual feelings left. Interestingly he was not particularly impressed when I started dating my husband and the last conversation I had with him was when I announced my engagement. At the time when we had sex I was under the impression that he was not interested in pursuing a relationship. However his reaction to my engagement kind of told me otherwise. Whatever was going on we have not spoken for about nineteen years.
5. What are your top 5 reasons to break up with someone?
I am in a marraige that is getting close to celebrating its eighteenth anniversary so my answers to this question are going to be more focussed on breakups of non-primary romantic type relationships.
- It is no longer enough about me. This applies to play or friends with benefits. I am a fairly accomodating and very keen to make other people happy but Gemma Jones is a sex goddess and she deserves some worship. If that isn’t happening then I am off to find a more deserving worshipper.
- They are draining my emotional energy. Some people always seem to have some kind of drama happening in their life. These are people who are always grateful for emotional support but who always seem to be absorbed in their own drama and can’t return the favour when you need it.
- They are always complaining about their problems but never seem to want to get off their arse and do something about it. Seriously, maybe the reason you are always broke is because you spend your money on stupid crap! Maybe instead of complaining about the job you hate you should go out and get a new one.
- They are just idiots. I spend a lot of my working day dealing with teenagers and adults who don’t seem to possess basic life skills. I don’t need to be doing that in my leisure time. If you can’t make intelligent conversation that holds my attention you are going to lose me. In fact sometimes conversation is overrated. If you want to fuck then don’t waste a lot of my play time with conversation.
- Like the cartoon says, they just stop calling. I am extremely self conscious about pushing myself on to people. So if I don’t get a response when I text or message and I get turned down when I try to make plans to catch up I will stop calling and asking.
Bonus: Post an image you find erotic? What about it arouses you?
This is actually a photo that was part of some wallpaper in a pub that Mr Jones and I visited recently. I think that there isn’t enough sexual images of men that have a heterosexual focus in the general public domain. What I love about this image is the shyness of him but the fact that he is still being sexual. It makes me want to explore him.
A couple of years ago I was essentially a stay at home Mum. My time was my own and there was no real demands on my time. Nor were there any real consequences to be feared from people finding out about my alternative marriage arrangements. The only aspect of my life that conflicted with my marriage choice was a parent at my children’s Catholic primary school discovering my secret and using it against them in some way. Even that issue was not particularly concerning to me. At that time in my life I believed that the path to more people accepting non-monogamy was more non-monogamous people being more open about their lifestyle.
Four years ago I started a teaching degree which I completed and in due course I commenced working as a teacher. It turned out that being Gemma took up an awful lot of time. Time that I suddenly found I didn’t have. Consequently my Erotic Adventures became fewer and further between. I found myself regressing into the person I was before Gemma came along. My sex life found itself squeezed into the tiny cracks in time that came along very infrequently. Getting into the headspace where I could truly let myself go and live in the sexual moment has become incredibly difficult.
Along with the lack of opportunity my desire to even consider being Gemma has become very sporadic. It’s a kind of chicken and egg thing really. Does the lack of opportunity create less Gemma or does the smaller amount of Gemma headspace mean I don’t create opportunity? Either way the effect is the same, a lot of work and not much playing.
I have been down this road before. At a time when I have two small children and was hell bent on being a throughly modern woman who had a career and still manage be a perfect mother. I refused to ask for help then and my marriage went almost to breaking point. I am afraid of the same thing happening again even though I know the warning signs.
Even though I have journeyed through something like this and made it out the other side I still worry that I won’t be able to avoid falling into the same trap. And if I do fall into that trap I won’t be able to get out a second time. Or even better avoid the trap altogether,
It is a challenge. A lot of days I think keeping Gemma alive is not worth the effort. I think I would have a quieter life if I just let her die her death. Writing this post I have realised that her existence is important. I have to find a way to keep her alive both in my mind and in reality. I have to find a way to open up more time and headspace for her. The consequences of not finding that space are not worth considering.
All work and no play make Mrs Jones not worth keeping up with.
It has been a while since I posted a Sunday selfie. My life has been crazy and the aftermath of Term 4 has meant I have spent a lot of time asleep or in some comatose state playing games on my iPad. One of my goals for the holidays is to post more frequently on this page and to get back into the habit of writing. I have made some progress towards both of these goals but probably not as much as I would like. If only term time went as fast as holiday time!!!!!
While I was sitting in bed working on the writing part of this goal I was distracted, yes I have the attention span of a goldfish, by the early morning sun creating a shadow pattern on my breast. This is not an angle seen very often but it is th angle I see my own breasts from. One thing that I did notice in the photo is the stretch marks on my breast. Even after studying the image and then comparing with the real thing I still can’t notice them from my own angle. Strange.
In any case my breasts still remain the part of my body that I like the most so I am very happy to share my view with you.
This is the third instalment of this series and follows on from Spank, which I posted a couple of weeks ago.
Still with his ass tingling from her hand, Howard was flipped onto his back. He looked up at his Miss kneeling on the bed beside his face. The aroma of her wet cunt filled his nostrils making his cock harden and his tongue ache for the taste of her.
“Please Miss,” he asked in his sweetest voice, “May I taste you?”
Her eyes darkened slightly as she smiled at him sending the familiar ache to the pit of his stomach, “Of course,” she moved so that she was kneeling over his chest. Her folds were open just out of reach of his mouth sending her delicious aroma wafting over his face. He tilted his chin trying to taste her but she moved out of his reach, teasing him. Her eyes bored into his, dark and hot with desire and that strange intensity that hit him the first time he had met her. Her cunt was spread out in front of his face like a glistening feast but, frustratingly, it was just out of his reach. Her hand descended over her mound and her fingers spread her lips open a little further sending another wave of moist musk smell over his face. She dipped her finger into her opening and brought it out covered with her juice. With a playful smile she placed it on his lips. Like a starving man he licked it away but it just made his hunger stronger.
She watched him for a while the way a cat considers its prey. He waited, hoping, aching. He considered begging but he was afraid that begging would make her take his feast away so he waited. His patience was rewarded, she tilted her hips forward and lowered herself down onto his mouth, the smell of her almost suffocating him in the most divine way. He opened his lips and ran his tongue around her focussing all of his attention on that first taste. It filled his mouth and his nostrils more than anything he had fantasised about in the weeks of anticipation. The hunger for her hit him like a physical blow and it took all of his concentration to stop himself from devouring her like a starving man.
Above his face she rotated her hips, inviting him to explore her. He obliged, sliding his tongue around her silken wet cunt, tasting, enjoying more than any meal he had ever had. He slipped his tongue into her opening, exploring, feeling the different skin textures and noting her gasps of pleasure as he dipped and probed. Finally he allowed himself to loop his tongue around her hard, swollen node teasing gently as he remembered how extraordinarily sensitive she was.
He was rewarded with a jet of liquid shooting down over his face. Excitedly he opened his mouth further, trying to catch it all so that he could drink the sweet, salty taste of her. Nothing he had ever tasted satisfied him like this and yet he still craved more. She could saturate his whole body with her juice, squirting it out until she was shrivelled up like a prune and it would still not be enough.
Before he felt ready she pulled herself away from him, returning to her spot, kneeling beside him on the bed. Like a puppy, denied his mother’s teat he wanted to whimper but he restrained himself instead lying on his side taking in the glory of her naked body. Her curves and softness fascinated him drawing his eyes upwards to her full breasts capped by dark pink, hardened nipples.
“Roll over,” she commanded.
He obeyed quickly, his ass quivering in anticipation and curiosity.
“What are you going to do to me Miss?” He asked not sure what he was hoping for but excited by the possibilities.
She smiled enigmatically. He could see her mind working behind her eyes but as always she refrained from sharing her thoughts with him.
“What would you like?” She asked
His mind flooded with possibilities but he wasn’t able to focus on just one. “I am your plaything Miss,” he replied. A tingle of anticipation went through him as she moved downwards towards his ass. Tentatively her fingers touched his arse and for a moment he tensed thinking she would spank him again but she seemed more intent on exploring. She pushed his thighs apart, exposing his balls clearly to her view. It surprised him how much he was stimulated by being so exposed. In this position she could cause him great pain, or on the opposite side of the coin, great pleasure. For a moment his mind spun off on a tangent, considering the connection between pain and pleasure.
A warm wet sensation on his balls jerked his mind back to what was happening to his body as she slid her tongue slid upwards over his balls and the base of his cock towards his arse, for a moment he wondered if she would but she stopped short of his twitching hole. He willed her onwards despite his knowledge of how she felt about that particular pleasure. Her fingers pulled his arse cheeks apart so that she could inspect his butt hole. Hardly daring to breathe, he waited for her pleasure.
Tentatively she stroked the skin around the opening with the tip of her fingernail. Tingles of pleasure and anticipation shot through his belly pushing the breath out of his mouth. The tip of her finger entered his eager hole raising his hopes even more. He resisted the urge to push back against her exploring fingers too eagerly, he wanted her inspection but he knew that making his wants too obvious would make her withdraw.
She continued to explore his butt for a few minutes every now and then dipping her finger into his hole as if she was testing him. Each time she dipped a little deeper and he felt himself being opened a little more. He dared a look back at her. She looked straight back at him taking in every detail of his face watching as she explored.
Cool wet lube dripped down over his arse signalling that things were getting more serious. He wanted to be filled to the point where it was a physical ache deep in the pit of his stomach, sitting right beside the pleasure that built as she slid her fingers deeper into him. She pressed her thumb against the skin between his balls and his arsehole making him moan in pleasure. A smile of satisfaction crossed her face, and she slid her finger deeper inside him so that she could press her finger and thumb together causing him to moan louder and move uncontrollably.
A second finger slid in beside the first stretching him slightly. He wondered for a moment at her intent but reminded himself of her firm denial of being interested in that act. Only a very few people had stretched and filled him in the way he had been able to explore by himself with his collection of toys and implements. He was quite skilled at pleasuring himself but feeling that pleasure at the hands of another person took everything to another level.
This time when he looked back at her their eyes locked together. He could see how she drew pleasure from his pleasure. His moan as she slid a third finger into him sent a shiver of pleasure through her. Her face changed slightly as he easily accommodated a fourth finger? Curiosity replaced desire as he opened to easily accommodate her hand. There was a pause as she considered her next move.
Still rested at the opening of his arse her hand changed shape slightly as she folded her thumb against her palm and pressed Asher knuckles against him stretching him even further. This time he helped her a little giving in to the urge to push back against her hand. The whole scene took on a surreal feeling as she committed to doing something that she had assured him not 30 minutes earlier that she would never do.
Her knuckles buried into his arse slowly opening him before her hand slipped inside him, filling him exactly as he had ached for. For a few minutes she allowed her hand to rest there, flexing her fist getting used to the feeling. The tiny movements of her hand sent shivers of pleasure through him. Gradually she increased the movement of her hand twisting her fist inside his arse, hitting pleasure spots and sending lots of pleasure sizzling through him. The room filled with groans of pleasure from both of them. Looking back over his shoulder he watched the pleasure passing over her face in waves in response to his own moans and shudders.
He could feel himself close to climax. It would have been easy to give in to the temptation right then and there and allow the shudder of orgasm wash over him but he wasn’t ready for that yet. He needed to repay Miss in kindness and in full.
One of the discussions in my first Pole Dancing class for 2015 was identifying a mantra for 2015 such as “2015 the year to be green” my personal favourite and the mantra that I plan to adopt is “2015 the year to be obscene”. In light of this the TMI questions for this week are definitely right up my alley. As always make sure you check out the TMI Tuesday page for other racy confessions.
1) What book or magazine have you read recently that turned you on?
I am going to admit that most of the material that I read these days is online magazine articles. A lot of them are not really all that erotic but I did stumble accross something that fuelled my imagination on a science website of all things. I won’t give any details here but make sure you check out the attached picture. I really would like a night with this man!
2) What sort of porn do you watch to get aroused?
I am not a huge fan of porn but in the last couple of years I have become very interested in watching men masturbate in chat rooms like Chaturbate. I don’t really visit these rooms to talk to the participants it is just a voyeristic activity for me.
3) What is the sexiest song?
There are a lot of sexy songs around. I don’t have one that I think is particularly a stand out because it really depends on the situation and on what is happening at the time. But a few tracks that spring to mind are;
Gett Off by Prince
Another Way to Die by Jack Whyte and Alicia Keys
Russian Roulette by Rihana
4) What music do you like to have on while having sex?
I don’t actually have music playing most of the time when I am having sex. It isn’t something that I ever really think about. I generally have other things on my mind,
5) When masturbating do you prefer
A) reading smut
C) watching porn
D) I don’t masturbate
A mixture between C and B. Although as I said earlier i don’t really watch mainstream porn. The images that get me going are men masturbating and strangely some gay pornographic images. Although generally imagining situations that I have discussed with partners or reliving situations that were particularly sexy is something that I prefer.
Bonus: What is the sweetest sexy song?
Well I struggled with this one a little. I am not one of these people who has extensively well organised play lists on my iPod and generally I just listen to the radio. A quick flick through my unorganised play list reminded me of Waving my Dick in the Wind which I am sure that a lot of you haven’t heard before. It isn’t particularly sexy but I really like the lyrics and it is funny. As Pet says if you can’t laugh when you are having sex then you aren’t having very good sex.
This week’s questions are a really fun quirky bunch and I enjoyed answering them. The image I posted below is of Pro Hart’s Rolls Royce which is on display at his house in Broken Hill. Pro is one of my favourite artists and I would one day love to actually be able to display one of his original paintings in my house.
1. What CD is in your Cd player?
I have a CD stacker in my car and currently in my stacker is a bunch of CDs that include; Cake – ‘Prolonging the Magic’, Powder Finger – ‘Odyssey Number Five’, Cold Chisel – ‘East’ and Paul Simon – ‘Graceland’. Most of my CD collection is relatively dated as I haven’t purchased an actual CD since I started being an iPhone owner and iTunes user sometime around 2009. Luckily for me my car also has an iPod jack and so when I am feeling more modern I can plug in my phone.
2. Turn on your car radio, what station is it tuned to?
Probably a little in line with the CD listing above I usually listen to 97.3. Although there are songs in my CD player that wouldn’t be on the regular play list at 97.3.
3. What is in your glove box?
My glove box is fairly small and is pretty boring its contents include; the manual for my car, registration papers, deodorant, hand sanitiser gel, disposable toothbrush and maybe a pen. Definitely no gloves!
4. Are there any stickers on your bumper? What? (You can post photos too).
I drive a Mazda RX8
I don’t really want to spoil the look of my beautiful car and so I generally avoid bumper stickers.
5. What stickers or car magnets are on your car? (You can post photos too).
In line with my bumper sticker policy I avoid other decorations on my car as well. I have made one allowance and on my rear window I have on sticker promoting my children’s school.
6. When you drive do you have a favorite beverage? What?
When I purchased my car I had relatively young children and I enforced a very strict no food and beverages in the car policy. I also enforced a very strict don’t leave your junk in my car policy. A few years on both of those policies have relaxed slightly or more correctly my children have worked out ways to avoid my eagle eye. The food and beverage policy still remains pretty much intact with occasional relaxations for water.
If our family has to travel any kind of distance we will go in my husband’s car. On these occasions the food an beverage policy is quite different and our choice of road trip snacks includes, chips (crisps for non Australians), nuts and Coke.
7. What is the most unique thing about your car?
Writing this I have come to realise that my car is a little bit boring. I haven’t really done a lot to customise it. It is silver, the same colour it was when it rolled out of the factory. Although I do have hopes to get a custom paint job one day probably a purple or magenta type colour,
Bonus: What is the sexiest thing in your car?
That is a bit of a no brainer really, me of course!!!!!!!
Bonus, Bonus: What does your choice of personal or regular mode of transportation say about you?
I am capable of going from 0-60 in about 7 seconds
I am sleek and damned sexy
You can fit the weekly grocery shopping in my boot but there isn’t any room for extra baggage.
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Hot on the heels of a TMI post from a couple of weeks back I had a conversation with a prospective play partner who I will refer to as “Army Guy” in this and future posts. I hope things pan out with this one (unlike some others in recent times) but I digress. Army Guy is in his own words “single and loving it” and “Couldn’t think of anything worse” than being married. Once I met him in person he went on to explain that his job requires him to deal with relationship issues of the people around him and that he had certain ambitions he wanted to fulfil in life. In his opinion having a relationship is simply going to hinder him achieving his goals.
I was a little saddened by his attitude and found it a bit a confronting. Afterwards I reflected on his words and I realised that he was, in some ways at least, right. I wouldn’t be lying to say that being married and having children certainly prevented me from achieving certain ambitions that I had earlier in my life. But failing to reach these ambitions has opened the door to a whole other range of possibilities that I would not have considered as a young single person.
Some of these possibilities are things that I probably wouldn’t have been able to achieve as a single person. Between 2008 and now I have explored some of the most iconic parts of Australia with my family. I had experiences that will live with me forever and I learned through experience and first hand observation a lot of things that I find sharing with my students now.
Other achievements include amassing an investment portfolio that is not hugely impressive but certainly will allow Mr Jones and I to live comfortably for many years into our retirement. This is not something I would ever had a hope of achieving as a single person. It is also something that Mr Jones would not have been able to achieve as a single person either. Building our life together has been one of the great achievements of my life.
Of course my prospective fuckbuddy is a very independent kind of person. For him the idea of being reliant on someone else for his success is possibly quite foreign if not a little frightening. And of course that is fine for him. The thing that I find unacceptable is when people insist on achieving their goals their own way and still being in a marriage. In our world today people seem to forget that marraige is not the White wedding, perfect house and 2.3 perfectly behaved children. For me marriage is two people building their lives together. In the process they hold each other up and work as a team so that in the end the sum becomes much greater than any of the individual parts could ever be.
I think we don’t celebrate that enough in our culture. We have become so obsessed with self that we have forgotten that we are part of the world. One of the great strengths of the human race is the ability to network and form relationships. But the true value of these relationships is only realised when we forget what we can get out of the relationship but instead focus on what we can give to the other person.