Perfect Sunset

Over the last twelve months #boatlife has been a struggle. La Niña has not been kind to those who live on the Eastern Seaboard of Australia. Summer was very wet. Winter has been wet, windy and cold. And now we have been informed that we will have a third consecutive year of La Niña.

But sometimes the sun shines and the days are perfect. I was lucky enough to have one of those. I was even luckier to have good friends to share it with. After a day of paddle boarding, unexpected discovery of coral in Moreton Bay, climbing sand dunes and spectacular blue water we had a gorgeous sunset to go with our drinks.

Thank you to Mr Jones for taking the perfect shot.

Suddenly all of those cold wet days seem insignificant.

Sinful Sunday

Sunset Reflection

Like all women who date in the twenty-first century I have been sent my share of dick pics. A very small proportion of them actually make the appendage look good. Some would argue that no dick is attractive. But I have always been a firm believer that it is all about the angle and the lighting. With this shot taken during our voyage last year I think I nailed it.

Sinful Sunday

If These Walls Could Speak

As we finished our recent short break I took some time to do some cleaning. Mould, ever present on a boat and doubly so because we live in Queensland where it just doesn’t stop raining, had started to appear. As I wiped ceilings and walls in the back cabin I reflected on the action this room has seen. Typically it is the room we use when we have naughty guests aboard. In the eighteen months we have owned this yacht some notable visitors to this room have included, The Second Mate, The Italian and The Traveller.

And so I share a snap of an unassuming cabin, freshly cleaned that carries many memories of hot sweaty fucking.

Sinful Sunday

Travelling Boob Returns

During the last two weeks I have been back on board our yacht and travelling albeit in a much more restricted capacity. Initially I had imagined there would be many travelling boob photo opportunities but winter weather conspired. We did manage to snap a few though including this one in an inlet on the Western side of K’gari (Fraser) Island.

Boob Day

TMI Tuesday – Where is My Vibrator

It is TMI Tuesday time. That day of the week when you just don’t know what you are going to get.

1. What is the most ambitious work you’ve done in the past five years?

Teaching teenagers. One of the most frustrating, thankless tasks in the world. It is very difficult to teach a human who knows so much!!!

2. What is the biggest risk you’ve taken in your life?

Investing the same amount of money it takes to buy a house, in a yacht, taking unpaid leave from my job and sailing away with Mr Jones for six months.

3. What do you do when no one is watching?

Masturbate. There is something about having an empty house that just makes self pleasure so much better.

Photo by Womanizer Toys on Unsplash

4. How do you get attention?

As a wife: Say “You aren’t listening” Mr Jones has learned that the unspoken meaning of that is “Your opinion isn’t the only one here and you need to stop listening to your own voice”

As a mother say: “I’m starting to get annoyed,” I am a tolerant and reserved person but when I have had enough I have had enough. Often there is no outward sign of

5. Who do you stalk on the internet?

Occasionally people from my past but no one really. I just don’t see the point.

Bonus: What did you watch last night?

I watched Mr Jones wash the dishes and condensation form on the ceiling. Life on a yacht when it is cold and rainy is very exciting.

Photo by Nithya Ramanujam on Unsplash

It’s Not Raining

This week is prompt week for Sinful Sunday. I don’t really consider myself a fantastic photographer but one of the things Mr Jones and I enjoy when we are on the yacht is creating images for memes like this one. In my #boobday post this week I was lamenting the lack of good weather we have experienced for this trip. But today is a day with No rain!! so my take on the theme is N is for No rain!!.

For the record it is winter in Australia. We do live in the subtropics but when sailing and standing on the windward side of the yacht it is a bit chilly. So the shoot was short and to the point! I hope you enjoy the result

Mr Jones does love being on his boat and loves it when he gets a good sail in even more. So this display and the events that followed just served to make it and even better day for him.

To see who else is sinning this Sunday click on the lips below

Sinful Sunday

Travelling Boob Flashback

We are spending the next two weeks aboard our yacht soaking up the sunshine and recharging batteries. Even though we have spent a few days here and there since our return last year it isn’t the same as travelling. Even this time which is away from our home port is not quite the same. I find myself reminiscing about our adventure.

Bright yellow sands of aptly named Yellow Patch sand dune just a little East of Rockhampton. Image copyright Gemma Jones
Sinful Sunday
Every Damn Day in June


Today’s Word – Lazy

Term is finally over. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. I also love my holidays. The last few days of term involved a lot of manoeuvring from different staff members trying to establish their position in the hierarchy. Annoying stuff. Typically teachers are focussed on the young people in their care. Our focus should be on how they are tracking and providing the best we can for them. Not worrying about which executive said what or who is climbing the ladder. Maybe I am mistaken.

Whatever the case I am on board our yacht for two weeks of isolation and relaxing. Somehow my body has read the memo. I have no energy. I foresee a lot of sleeping and giving of zero fucks in the next few days.

Bing on the sunshine and pants free days.
Every Damn Day in June

The Traveller – Part 2

You can read part 1 of this story here.

Over the next two days The Traveller and I fucked. Many times. I was amazed. He never seemed tired or unable to respond to me. My own response to him was also surprising to me. I never failed to respond to his touch. One moment we would be enjoying some sunshine and the nest my dress was pushed up and his fingers were exploring me. Drawing out my juice and making me almost beg for his cock. 

We weren’t completely nude. But clothing was minimal. The days were warm and I enjoyed the sunshine. I was keen to enhance my tan as the last warm days of summer faded. Whenever I could find a warm sunny spot out of the wind I stripped down and lay around like a siren luring men to me. For the most part Mr Jones was amused. He watched us dancing around each other and me teasing a response from this man. He watched us fuck and then reclaimed his wife as much as he wanted. 

I was never tired of looking at him. I loved the hair on his body. I loved to run my fingers through the rug on his chest. The silvery hairs seemed to make him more attractive. Like a silverback. Strong, virile and experienced. When he was fully naked I peeked at him around corners. Taking in the strong lines of his body and his round arse. Whenever I looked at his arse I wanted to grab it. I was reminded of how it felt to wrap my legs around it as he fucked me. 

I am unsure of how I managed to walk on the last morning we were together. Or sex that morning was more leisurely. I was reflective knowing that I had to go back to reality and that this was probably the last time he would fuck me. We dragged ourselves out of bed and prepared for the day. I took the opportunity to be a lady of leisure as The Traveller took on my regular duties as a crew member. We sailed back towards the city line, leaving behind the quiet bay where we had spent the night. 

As we sailed back to our home port I began to tidy our cabin and pack up clothing and washing from our trip. As I was pottering I became aware of him in the cabin that Mr Jones and I shared. Of all the places we had fucked Mr Jones’ and my bed was off limits. It wasn’t something spoken but something we agreed to. Over our time together Mr Jones and I have invited others into our own bed at home but for the most part we play somewhere else. A hotel a club, the play room or the guest cabin on the yacht. 

The Traveller’s attention was unexpected. Our time was coming to an end. We had fucked so many times I was sure he had his fill. But then he was there, putting his hands on my waist, pulling me against his body as he nibbled on my neck. I sighed in pleasure as his hands reached inside my dress and cupped my breasts. My nipples hardened between his fingers and I reached back to slip my hands inside his pants. His cock as always was ready. He was a freak like that. Always ready. Always horny. 

“How do you want me, Mrs Jones?” His voice was husky against my neck. 

I smiled remembering being teased the night before about how greedy I had been. The Traveller insisted that I had initiated every one of our encounters. As much as I didn’t want to admit it he was right. But I told him that today was about him. He was the initiator. 

“You are in charge today,” I replied. Attempting to fold clothing. 

He moved me towards the stairs. “Here looks good,” He positioned me so that I was leaning over the staircase. I had never thought about using the stairs this way but any stray thoughts of dust and practicalities were banished as he entered me. Even after the last two days I still felt that thrill as he slid inside me. I was still transported by the sound of his breathing and the slap of his belly against my arse.

As always my body responded to him. Excitement rose as his pace increased. 

“You are so fucking sexy,” his voice was strained with excitement. “Are you ready for one last load?” 

“Yes,” My voice came out as a whisper. 

“Here it comes,” I could feel the intensity and my own body responded. 

With the now familiar grunt he climaxed. I could feel him pulsing inside me. I was never tired of that feeling. For a few moments we leaned against the stairs and he rested against me. I was really aware of the feeling that I never wanted this moment to end. I wanted to live like this forever. Reality was too hard. 

We made our way back to our home berth, everything was tidy and packed away. As we said our goodbyes there we all expressed a hope that there would be a repeat in our future. As much as I want it to be that way I am not sure. He is a nomadic person. His wanderings don’t bring him to my little corner of the world much. But maybe, one day, the planets will align. In the meantime travel well sexy man. Enjoy life and be happy. 

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