All I Want for Christmas

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wicked Wednesday

Down the Hallway

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wicked Wednesday

TMI Tuesday – It’s the Little things

1. Do you have a favorite author? Who?

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

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

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

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

“Egg, cabbage, noodle thing”

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

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

Add three or four eggs and scramble with the vegetables

Stir through the noodles and serve.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 18

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the Dark

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

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

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

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

Wicked Wednesday

TMI Tuesday – Fountain of Youth

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1. If you found a fountain of youth, would you swim in it?

I believe I have found the fountain of youth. It is called life. Simply by living life fully and joyously you won’t have time to worry about feeling old.

2. Share a quick story about your misspent youth.

I was a very earnest nerdy type who didn’t have a lot of friends. That meant there were not many adventures or tales of misdemeanour. I honestly have more tales to tell of things I probably shouldn’t have done or scandals like fucking everyone at a given party from the time I was about thirty five.

3. Some people say that youth is a state of mind, do you agree?

Given my response to 1. I would totally agree. Working with young people definitely helps me to feel and act like a younger person. Having sex with a younger person is totally recommended to help with keeping you feeling young.

Moments like this one with the Spicy Italian and Mr Jones are definitely things that help me feel invigorated and young.

4. Do you feel that you wasted your youth?

Sometimes I feel I wasted it because I DIDN’T do a lot of things that people do in their youth. Things like travelling, staying out too late and being in bad relationships. Interestingly I do most of those things now that I am older and on the verge of retirement. In some ways I think it is better. I have the money to pay for decent drinks and travel more comfortably. I have the sense of what is dangerous to keep me out of serious harm.

I firmly believe that nothing in life is a mistake as long as you learn from the experience and don’t make the same mistake too many times.

5. Are you anxious about death?

The Second Mate told me once that he had a premonition once that he would die when he is 60 years old. He is so certain of that prediction that he has lived his life and taken risks accordingly, feeling safe in the understanding that he has a set number of years left in his life.

While I don’t have a specific “knowledge” of when I will die I am not overly concerned about death. There are things in this life that we can control, things like what we eat for breakfast and who we have relationships with. But there are many things we worry about but cannot control. Things like death and how other people are going to act. Spending the emotional energy worrying about death is a waste. It stops you from living.

Bonus:  When do you dislike too much chatter?

Chatter is definitely something I don’t like much. I have a small amount of industrial deafness so background noise like chatter makes it difficult for me to determine specific conversations.

Sinful Sunday – Reflections

It has been some time since I posted in Sinful Sunday. While we were sailing Mr Jones and I had a lot of fun creating images to share. Plenty of time to plan and edit combined with an endless supply of amazing scenery meant that there were plenty of opportunities to create images.

On a recent weekend away at a friend’s Air BnB I noticed the play of light as I was getting ready for the day. For the first time in a while I was inspired. This image is mostly unedited.

For the record this image was taken after some serious sinning on a Sunday morning. I love my lifestyle.

Sinful Sunday

Friday Flashback – Lunchtime Meeting

From the vault of Erotic Adventures…

“And the projections for January are looking much better than last year,” The sales manager gestured towards a chart on the screen. 

I am not sure where you got those figures from buddy.  Marcus smirked as he watched the fawning sales manager trying to impress the company director. He lifted his hand to cover his expression from the rest of the people at the table. The aroma of her pussy filled his nostrils. His mind wandered away from exaggerated sales figures to his lunch break…

He had met her in the foyer of the five star hotel next to his building. She had been everything he had hoped for, sexy, confident and up for adventure. They had ordered drinks but the tension between them was hard to ignore. Sitting there making small talk was wasting time. He put his drink on the table, 

“Let’s get out of here,” 

He looked into her eyes seeking reassurance that she was up for it. He could feel his cock stirring as his eyes dropped to her cleavage He wanted to feel those beautiful full globes in his hands. She placed her drink on the table and grinned,

“Where are we going?”

His heart started thumping in his chest and his cock strained against the fabric of his trousers. 

“I will walk out of here and I would like you to follow me a little way behind.” 

He stood up and walked out of the room, past the concierge before turning into the bathrooms a little way down the hall. 

She followed. His heart beat faster as he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The risk and the public nature of the space gave everything an edge that made him even harder. She had barely closed the door before he stepped forward to kiss her. She leaned against the sink as he fumbled with the neckline of her dress eager to slide his hand down to cup her breast and pinch her nipples. Her breath was hot in his ear as he pressed his cock against her leg. His other hand lifted the hem of her dress and slipped inside her panties.

“You are so wet.” 

He whispered into her ear as his eager fingers slid inside her folds to enter her. She gasped as he stroked her clit and slipped two fingers into her hungry cunt. His cock was aching and he considered blowing off his afternoon meeting and taking her to a hotel to spend the afternoon fucking her. 

She reached for his belt fumbling with the buckle. Obligingly he helped her, easing himself out of his jeans and his briefs and sighing with pleasure at the feeling of freedom. She admired him for a moment before she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began stroking. He sighed in pleasure as the pressure and rhythm of her strokes increased but he wanted more. But she wasn’t to be hurried. She bent down and touched the tip of his cock with her tongue lapping away at the bead of moisture that had formed there. Slowly she slid her lips down over him, teasing the tip of his cock with her tongue. For a few moments she held his cock in her mouth before she kneeled on the tiles of the bathroom floor.

His hand cupped the back of her head as she licked his balls, taking them one by one into her mouth before she licked the length of his cock. Her head tilted as she looked into his eyes while she licked the tip of his cock and slid her lips down over him until she was gagging on his length. The sound of other patrons entering other parts of the bathroom and the urgency of his schedule increased his excitement. He wanted this to last but he knew he didn’t have the luxury. 

Reaching down he twisted his fingers into her hair, “Suck me like a good girl,” he whispered. He wished that he had time to bend her over the sink and bury his cock into her hot wet cunt. The sight of her face in the mirror as he fucked her from behind was something that her craved but he knew he didn’t have time. 

“Let me fuck your mouth,” he whispered. Pressure was building in him, The intense rush was almost too much to bear. Obediently she opened her mouth letting him thrust into her mouth. He wished he had time to toy with the orgasm that was pressing at the base of his cock. He wanted to take the time to enjoy this. To enjoy HER.

“I am going to fill your mouth with my cum” He whispered urgently. She gave the briefest of nods as the first surge welled up his shaft. White hot pleasure burned through his body. Time slowed as she held his cock in her mouth taking in his jizz. He grunted in pleasure as the heat of his lust disappeared leaving a tingle through his body.  

He reached for a towel to wipe her face but she turned away from him to reach into her handbag. She passed her phone to him. Without speaking he tilted the camera and snapped a shot of her face with his cum dribbling from the corner of her mouth. With a grin she took the phone from him. 

“There is someone else who might want to see this.”