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. 

Wicked Wednesday

Weekend Meanderings

We have arrived In Port Stephens and yesterday spent a lovely day touring the coast. It is my first visit to this area either by land or by sea and I am enjoying seeing a different coastline with some entertaining and generous hosts. There were many sights to see and as a science and geology nerd I was kept interested by some spectacular rock formations. I don’t think I will ever tire of observing how the ocean shapes the coastline.

One of the highlights of the day was a sighting of a vulnerable species of sea bird called a Gould’s Petrel. Our hosts were proud to tell us that this particular species only nests in two places near their home. As we were cruising past these nesting sites we were discussing what the birds looked like and I observed what I thought was a tern. After some googling we discovered that we had in fact just observed a pair of the elusive birds. Further research taught me that in 1995 there were as few as 220 breeding pairs in existence but conservation work has helped the numbers to increase to around 1000 breeding pairs in 2007.

Later that evening we were discussing mutual friends and the definition of wanker came up in conversation. Mr Fisherman thought that our excitement about seeing the Gould’s Petrels would in many people’s eyes make us seem unusual and possibly fall into this category. My personal opinion for what it is worth…

It is a great tragedy that so many Australians have never travelled outside of major cities or regional centres and that most Australian school children are completely unfamiliar with all but the most common Australian native animals such as magpies, kangaroos and koalas.

If that makes me a wanker then so be it.

Later that evening we enjoyed each other’s company in a more adult way. There may have been some wankING but there were no wankERs.

Assume the Position

Mr Jones and myself are taking the opportunity of Easter school holidays to spend a few days out on the yacht enjoying beautiful Moreton Bay. For the first few days it is just the two of us but for the last couple of days we will be joined by a gentleman who has sailed with us before. In anticipation I sent him this image with the message; “I am in position and waiting.”

Sinful Sunday

Morning Sunshine

La Nina has wreaked havoc with our summer weather. Instead of the heat and sunshine that have marked recent years we have had humidity, wind, storms and rain. It has been good for those growing crops and practicing agriculture but it has led to many abandoned yachting plans. This weekend was the first in a long time that promised good weather. And it delivered.

Sinful Sunday

TMI Tuesday – Some Things

1. Tell us 7 things making you happy right now, and why they make you happy.

  1. Chocolate, although it has been a while since I had chocolate in my fridge. I need to rectify that.
  2. Lying in the sun naked, as pictured.
  3. Being on the water. Not swimming or doing anything in particular. Just being out there
  4. A good cup of tea in peace and quiet. It soothes my mind
  5. Hanging out with my lorikeet. He is completely honest about what he things, if sometimes noisy and irritating but he loves me.
  6. When I read something I have written and it is good. I feel accomplished
  7. When someone tells me something I have written is good I feel like I am not lying to myself.

2. Tell us 5 things you learned last week.

  1. I learned a way to move individual cells around in Excel. I know this is not something that would rock most people’s world but it certainly rocked mine!
  2. I have learned a bunch of kid’s names. Two new classes will do that for you.
  3. I learned some new ways to stretch which is helpful because I WILL get into a full split very soon.
  4. I have a skin cancer on my forehead. That also wasn’t fun but it is gone now.
  5. Mr Jones is interested in being the bottom for some impact play. Something I kind of knew but had to be reminded about.

3. Tell us 3 things that stand out for you in 2021.

Look, most regular readers here will know that I went on a 23 week voyage with Mr Jones along the Queensland coast. It was life changing. I can’t really add to that. So I am not going to really try and put another two things with that list. Instead I will leave you with a couple of images from the trip.

Magnetic Island Queensland. Perfect place to watch the sun go down.

Bonus: What is the #1 thing you cannot do without in life?

Sunsets. No two are ever the same and they are always perfect.

Sun setting between the mainland and Glouchester Island. Seconds after this image was taken a dolphin jumped right where the sun was setting!!
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Choosing the Red Pill

Image by Septimiu Balica from Pixabay

As many of you will know Mr Jones and myself have spent the last six months sailing a yacht up and down the Queensland coast. While I was alway I was asked by a friend to make a video explaining what I thought it meant to be alive as part of a project she was working on to celebrate the anniversary of a person very close to her. I was unsure of what to do but as I was sitting on the outer Barrier Reef watching the sunrise I made a completely off the cuff video. Sitting on a yacht rocking in the ocean after a bad night’s sleep I had a realisation that being alive was not all about joy and happiness. The anxiety and fear that made up a lot of my voyage was part of being alive. Here I was living in a way that many people never get the chance to. My environment was the ocean, the creatures that live in and on it. Everything was pure and a lot of the issues that take up so much of our emotional energy every day were background noise. 

As my journey came to an end I was asked by many people “How are you going to cope with the real world?” I began to reject the idea that where they were was the real world. I became even more connected to sunrises and sunsets and habitually took the time to really see what I was surrounded by. Most people cannot comprehend this lifestyle. Many people imagined that I was experiencing what they experience on their two week resort vacation over an extended period of time. The reality, my reality, was very different. There was sunset drinks most days. They didn’t come with a fancy umbrella but rather in an ordinary insulated cup. We ate but it was food similar to every day home made food with no frills. In fact it was one of the best diets I have ever encountered. I lost 10 kilos while still having some chocolate and at least one drink every day. I never felt as if I was missing out. 

There were a lot of times, especially in the beginning where I was anxious. Being away from the things that make up your every day life is like standing naked in front of a crowd. All of the creature comforts of every day life were stripped away and I was exposed in front of the ocean and nature. The ocean wasn’t always calm and stunning shades of blue. Sometimes it was grey and confused. The wind wasn’t always a gentle breeze. Sometimes it was strong and came thundering down valleys in gusts that pushed us around on our anchor. Sometimes we spent nights awake and fretting about being pushed onto a reef or some rocks. It was in these moments that, despite my fear, I became alive. Not happy and drugged with creature comforts and stimulation of the internet but living and feeling the real world. 

I was introduced to the pop culture reference to “blue pill thinking” by Mike at Marriage Sex and More. Mike uses this term to refer to many male ideas about accepting a bad marriage as the way of the world and using this acceptance as an excuse to avoid taking responsibility for their situation and taking steps to change it but the wider idea of the ‘blue pill’ is about becoming immersed in these creature comforts and accepting the chains of employment and adult responsibilities of mortgages and acquiring stuff as a necessary part of life. Rejecting this thinking is part of the cruising life. To make this voyage I took unpaid leave from my job. I risked going back to work after everyone had been there without me for six months. We risked missing moments with our family but we were free. There was no employer or bank dictating where we went or what we did. All of the consequences of our choices were on us and we were free. Living in the red pill world. 

In the past Mr Jones and I took three months to take our children in a caravan to some remote and very iconic parts of Australia. The journey required similar risks. Leaving our house and business in the hands of others, leaving jobs and living in a no frills way. We met many other families doing the same thing. What we all had in common was choices that we made that involved risk and going against the grain. After our return many of our friends were amazed by our journey and several of them expressed the desire to take on a similar journey “when the time is right” 

For people like this often the time is never right. There is never a perfect time to undertake a journey. That is part of rejecting the blue pill. There are always people to leave behind, always a job or some financial commitment to fulfil. There is always the feeling that something that matters will be somehow incomplete or not right. Sure I could argue that leaving my job for six months left me exposed to someone undermining me. Leaving my eighteen year old daughter to fend for herself was irresponsible parenting. But these things are not insurmountable. The universe works how it works and when I am on my death bed the thing I will hold in my heart will be sunsets and connection to country, not a million mundane moments of getting ready for work and making dinner. 

So what is real? That routine stuff, driving to work, dealing with traffic, paying bills. That is just white noise. Reality is the spinning of the Earth and watching the sun go down with a drink in your hand. 

TMI Tuesday – Back to Work Edition

Sunset at beautiful Lady Musgrave Island. Photo copyright of Gemma Jones

1. I’m so jealous, I wish I was _____ .

I am not jealous of anyone who is in a place like the one pictured. I do wish I was back there though, or so many other places.

2. When would you seek help from a sex therapist?

This question is one of the Thirty Dirty Questions series. You can read my full answer here. The summary answer; I am not really comfortable with the idea of visiting a therapist for any reason and so this scenario is unlikely. However if I was in a poly relationship and we were having jealousy issues this could be an option.

3. How do you break up with a friend?

I honestly don’t know. I have had a lot of friends come and go in my life. The main process seems to be ghosting. Because of my experiences being socially isolated and feeling awkward and not accepted as a teenager I am super sensitive to rejection. When I experience a situation that gives me the slightest feeling of rejection I automatically assume the worst and go to the default position of hating people.

4. Give us a tip to turn a bad day around.

A hug from a good friend works. Also driving over the speed limit with the music blaring.

This is an example of a great song to have blaring out your window as you drive down the freeway.

Bonus: Do you feel drowned by social media?

An interesting question. I limit the platforms I interact with because of my job. I don’t want to run into my students online. So I am limited to the old fashioned platforms of Twitter and Facebook. Currently I am in Twitter jail because my profile image was deemed pornographic. So, frustrated by the companies that own and run social media? Yes. Drowned by it? No.

Soaking up Sunshine

One of my favourite things to do during our voyage was sunbathing. I loved the freedom of being naked in the warm sunshine. As we journeyed south the temperatures dropped and I had fewer opportunities. I took this image just south of Gladstone in the last few weeks of our voyage. It was the last time I enjoyed this simple pleasure.

For now.

Until Moreton Bay warms up a little.

Sinful Sunday

TMI Tuesday – Double Whammy

Welcome to your second dose of TMI for the week. You can never have too much TMI Tuesday.

1. Agree or Disagree with “Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.”

I have never really been a Mondayitis kind of person. Monday is a just another day to me.

Rainy days are great for lazing around which is something I don’t normally get to do. However if I am at school and it starts raining… There is something about kids and rain…

2. What do you like to do on a rainy day?

See the answer to number 1. Bum around and watch Rue Paul’s Drag Race.

Who are the queens of 'RuPaul's Drag Race' season 10?

3. What do you refuse to spend money on?

Uber Eats. Like really? Is it THAT hard to go pick up your own take away?

4. If money and practicality were not a problem, what would be the most interesting way for you to get around town?

As I type this I am on a bus going back to the marina from the supermarket. A tender for my yacht that is like an aqua duck would be handy these days.

5. What is the most frustrating product you own?

In my TMI post for last week (that I posted yesterday) I mentioned the need for a new can opener. I had a session with the current one that made me wonder at the intellect of the person who invented canned food but not the can opener.

Bonus: If you could hack into any one computer, which computer would you choose?

My employer’s pay office!! Maybe I could secure an income to fund an extension of my current leave.

This post is part of TMI Tuesday for 11 May 2021. To see who else is sharing click the button below

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